#ever since I saw it in the cinema I found it cute

[bedpool]

[freak-accident419]

Helloo, I hope you’re doing alright!! I was wondering if you can make a fic about Josh Futturman that’s set after the show?? Like at around the early 2000s (since they end up in 1999 iirc) And when he meets the reader at his new job he gets a crush on them so he invites them over to hang out :-)

I think it would be cute fluff (like a little kissing) but if you can manage to make it smut that’s good too :P

His Silver Lining

Josh Futturman x GN!Reader

Summary: Josh had been adjusting fairly well to the year 2000 after tragically getting stuck in it. Though for quite a while, he had developed a crush on you ever since he first met you during his new job at Blockbuster. He finally gets the courage to ask you out—which was inviting you over at his place to watch a horror movie.

Word Count: 2.7k

Content: fluff, gender neutral reader, takes place in year 2000 (after season 3 events), Josh uses “Pastman” for a fake name, spoilers for season 3

(A/n: First of all, I’m doing just fine, thanks so much anon !! Second, I don’t know if this was exactly what you wanted based on the request, but I hope it’s okay !! I can’t tell if it’s half-assed, but it was the best I could do!)

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Josh adjusted quite well to the year 2000. He found a place to live, got a simple job at a Blockbuster store in Pasadena, and almost accepted his life here in this timeline. Sure, he would usually make a few slip ups like the fact that NYSC would break up, Britney Spears’ conservatorship, and the existence of the Xbox, but nobody would think too much of it; to them, they were just wacky, pessimistic predictions—except for the Xbox, of course.

You were a regular customer at the Blockbuster store. You were quite the film buff, immersing yourself in old cinema and classics as you would rent a new movie every twice a week. And it was almost love at first sight for Josh when he saw you at the counter renting The Last Starfighter—it was destiny.

A bit sheepish from how attractive you were to him, he stammered over his words a bit clumsily, which you only smiled admiringly at.

The first thing he noticed about you were your eyes. They were bright and optimistic. With this, it revealed to him that you were quite charming and friendly. The second thing he noticed about you was your style—your fashion was unique, yet delightfully peculiar. It was sort of refreshing to see, which made you stand out compared to anyone else he’s met. And he should’ve seen this first if it weren’t for your eyes, but the third thing he noticed was your smile. It was so beautiful that he couldn’t believe that it was himself that brought you to grin like that.

“‘The Last Starfighter’? Really?” Josh asked after he came out of the trance you put him in, ringing you up.

“Yeah, I know, I… It’s a bit of a classic, hell, I was, like, nine years old when it came out, but… Y’know… I’m just… Expanding my horizons. I kinda just immerse myself in mostly eighties movies,” you chuckle. The cashier was endearingly dorky to you. He had soft brown hair and eyes, with a cute smile, undeniably caused by you. You’ve never seen him before however, and you came here frequently, so you assumed he was a new hire.

The movie you’re renting would only remind himself of his own life—how his video game became reality, bringing him into the most traumatizing and insane adventures. Hell, it took him a month to finally stop seeing his parents from afar ever since he got trapped in this timeline. So the subtle mention of it would have sparked melancholic nostalgia in him under different circumstances, but right now, he was far too distracted from how pretty you were.

“Yeah, it’s… it’s an alright movie, I’d say,” he replied with a faint chuckle, reinforcing your belief in the film as you took out your cash to purchase the rental.

“Hey, so, um, are you new here?” You asked briefly.

“Yeah. Yeah, I am. Did I—did I make it that obvious? Like was there something unprofessional I did—”

“No, god, no,” you giggled—it was the sweetest thing Josh had ever heard in a long, long time. “It’s just—I’m a regular here. Rent movies all the time. Usually Brandon or Steffie rings me up. When did you start?” You asked, watching him place your money in the register, then retrieving the amount of change you had.

“Oh, like, a week ago,” he answered, giving you your change.

“Well,” you peered at his name tag, “Josh. Welcome to Blockbuster. Get used to seeing this face every twice a week.”

He chuckled softly to himself, almost in fluster as well, because he knew he would look forward to be seeing you frequently. “I’ll look forward to it, um…” He trailed off with anticipation as he handed you the VHS tape and receipt.

“Y/n,” you grinned, taking it in your hands and making your way to the exit.

And so, the last thing he noticed about you was the silver ring on your right index finger.

***

It was like this for a couple of weeks. You would come in, get a movie, exchange smiles and giddy laughter, then leave. He would observe the movies you would rent, though he would also occasionally make some more accidental slip ups about the future:

“‘Dead Poets Society’?” He raised an eyebrow as he looked at the VHS cover. You nodded pridefully. The image of Robin Williams caught his attention. “A shame he died. He was awesome.”

“Neil Perry? Yeah, I suppose,” you reply.

“Wh—Oh,” Josh stammered in realization.

***

“‘Dawn of the Dead’? Hell yeah! That man, Zack Snyder, is a genius.” He declared with a wide grin.

“Who?”

He looked back at the cover. This was the 1978 movie. The Zack Snyder version wouldn’t come out until four years from now. “Oh.”

***

You brought up a ‘Back to the Future’ VHS at the counter, causing Josh to raise an eyebrow.

“Huh.” How ironic.

***

You came into the Blockbuster store once again. Over time, your crush on Josh only increased. There was something about his dorky, sweet, awkwardness that charmed you, that even on days you didn’t feel like watching a movie, you went anyways and rented one as an excuse to see him again.

Today, Josh had a confident mindset—this was the day he was going to ask you out. He felt very prepared to speak to you once you would walk up to the counter with a movie.

“Hey, Josh,” you smile softly as you see him at the counter.

“Oh, hey, Y/n. Got any specific movie you’re looking for, or are you just gonna browse today?”

“Well, now that you mention it,” you began, “Do you have any movie suggestions for me?” You walk to the front counter where he was, crossing your arms on the surface with an expecting smile on your face.

“Hm. Depends,” he answered. “What, um… genre are you looking for?”

“Not sure,” you shrugged. “Just anything. Any movie you’d like.”

“A movie I like?”

“Yeah,” you smile.

“Why me?”

“Eh. I guess I trust your taste.”

With an attractive chuckle under his breath, he led you to a specific aisle of the store. Then, he finally grabbed a movie for you.

“Sleepaway Camp?” You raise an eyebrow as you gently took the VHS from his hands.

“Yeah. Yeah, um, it’s a really great horror movie,” he claimed. While Josh would usually be scared shitless of this kind of slasher, he was so desensitized to nearly everything due to all of his time travel adventures. He witnessed his companions chop up his co-workers and saw his work crush’s head explode right in front of him. And plus, he already watched this movie, so he knew where all the scary parts were.

“Horror movie? I don’t know if I’m much of a horror person,” you bit the inside of your cheek and smile kindly.

“Wait. You’re scared of horror movies?”

“I didn’t say I was scared—”

“I think it’s heavily implied.”

“No, I… I quite enjoyed the—The Silence of the Lambs and—”

“No, no, no, Y/n, that’s different. Like, you gotta watch Sleepaway Camp. It’s crazy. Like, insane,” he emphasized.

“I don’t know, man,” you laugh softly.

It’s now or never, Josh thought. “Okay, okay, how about this: we watch it together. At my place. I have a TV and microwavable popcorn. I can even let you know where the jump scares are and everything,” he initiated endearingly.

You offer a coy smile as you fidget with the ring on your finger. “Josh Pastman, are you seriously asking me out?” Because his six-year-old self exists in the same timeline as him now, he would’ve had to have a cover name—which was actually the same one he used back at the meth lab.

You could swear you saw his face flush red a second after you said this, making you giggle to yourself.

“I���Well. Sorta. Well. Only if—if you—if you would want to—”

“I’d love to, Josh,” you interrupted charmingly, looking at the back cover of the VHS’ clamshell to skim through the movie’s details.

“W-wait, really?” He blurted in surprise. While he did intend to ask you out, he never really expected you to actually accept it—his self confidence was fairly low and the poor man has never gotten a break.

“I mean, yeah, sure, why not? Bold of you to suggest a horror movie for our first movie together, though,” a smug smile appeared on your lips. You suspected he would choose it because you would inevitably cuddle with him in fear. It really wasn’t his intention, though. It was genius, nonetheless. “Hm. Respect.”

Josh stammered over his words, slightly abashed. “I—Wait—No, that’s—”

“I’m just messing with you.”

He sighed in relief. He was adorable. “Okay, so, the movie’s fine? We can—we can change it—”

“It’s all good, Pastman,” you laugh. “Don’t sweat it. I’m gonna be busy for the upcoming days, so is tonight gonna be alright with you?”

“Yeah. Yeah! That’s—that’s perfect!”

You scoffed playfully at his mannerisms. “I’ll see you then, Josh.”

“I’ll—Yeah! Yeah, I’ll see you then!”

***

“Oh my god, I hate you, I fucking hate you,” you breathed in his neck as you held onto him tightly. A quite gruesome, unsettling scene had just appeared on the TV screen, not like it was the first one that occurred, but you were at a point where you couldn’t take it anymore.

Josh was blushing furiously as he felt your warmth on his body, your hands clutching at his shirt, and face buried in his neck. It felt nice for him to protect you, holding you in his arms, feeling his blood rush to his face.

It was an unintentional plan. It practically wasn’t even a plan to begin with. But it was genius nonetheless.

“Hey, it’s not that bad, it’s just shitty special effects of the eighties,” he chuckled, looking down at you.

“Dude. I get nightmares of even the most mildest crap,” you argue.

“Yeah, well, at least we’re not watching The Human Centipede. Now, that shit is fucking crazy.”

You grimace as you hear the title name. “I don’t think I even wanna know what that is.” And you wouldn’t. Not until another 9 years, give or take.

You peek fearfully at the TV screen with uncertainty. “If I see shit like this in my dream tonight, I am going to fucking destroy you,” you claim.

“Oh, really?” Josh raised an eyebrow.

“Well, yeah. I know where you live.” The two of you laugh softly. It was a beautifully, harmonious sound, your laughter. The way your voice overlapped with his, it was a sweet symphony. He had the greatest laugh. You finally moved your face from his neck and looked at him. Then he looked at you. Another calm, shared laugh until he finally grabbed the remote to pause the movie.

As you remained to grip onto his shirt, he glanced at your silver ring. “Hey, what’s—what’s that?”

“What’s what?”

“That!”

“Wh—what?”

“The—the ring.”

“O-oh, my ring?” You chuckled softly as you look at the shiny band hugging your finger.

“Yeah. What’s the—what’s the deal with it?” You raise an eyebrow as you looked at him with playful uncertainty.

“Well, I always believed on ‘the bright side,’ you know? The saying that ‘every cloud has a silver lining’. Like, when shit hits the fan, there’s at least one advantage coming from it.” Josh looked in your eyes as you explained, yourself too preoccupied with the carvings on your ring. “And a silver ring is quite literally sort of like a silver lining. I know—I know it’s corny, but a friend gave it to me, and I guess it means a lot.”

He hums in response, not taking his eyes off you. You were gorgeous. “Take this moment, for example,” you start, finally looking back at him, which elicited another blush on his cheeks. “I am being scared shitless by this fucking eighties horror movie, but… at least I’m watching it with my favorite Blockbuster employee.”

His eyes widened, quite comically as well. “I—I’m your favorite?”

You nod with a polite smile.

“Me?”

“Yes.”

“Not even—not even Steffie or Brandon?”

“N—”

“Not even Matty? He’s, like, everyone’s favorite, he’s so kind, and—”

“Josh! Holy shit!” You exclaimed, giggling at his disbelief. “They’re all nice, yes, but you are definitely my favorite.”

He slightly parted his lips in awe, then grinned sweetly. “Well, I hope you’re happy to know that you’re my favorite customer.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Well, yeah. Even the guy who knows so much about video games, that guy cannot take your place.”

“Oh jeez, so technically I did have competition, huh?”

“Eh, not really. I like you too much.”

Josh actually couldn’t believe he just said that to you. He wanted to play it cool, but his eyes widened once he processed what be just told you.

You blushed softly instead, smiling to yourself as you bit the inside of your cheek. “O-okay, so, why’d you ask me about my ring?”

“Well, initially, I was curious. But also, I thought that if you had to explain and think about something else, you would forget at least some of the scenes in this movie that freaked you out,” he explained.

“Wait, really?”

“I feel a little bad. I don’t want you to get nightmares because of me.”

“Seriously? That’s so sweet of you, Josh.”

“Well, yeah. I mean, it’s not a big deal, anyone wou—”

“I mean, I know that, but,” you intervened, “It’s not just that, you… You’ve always been so amazing to me, you know? You’re kind, and charming, and patient, and… you are really funny.” Josh smiled at you bashfully as you chuckle. You were so charmed by him. He stood out to you, and you didn’t really know why. He was kind and considerate, like everyone else, except it wouldn’t feel the same—in the best way possible. Josh paid close attention to you. He genuinely admired you. “You’re a really great guy, Josh. I would… definitely be lying to myself if I said I wasn’t crushing on you for a while now.”

His eyes widened, and you just smiled faintly. “W-wait, really? You—You like me in that way?”

“Um, well, yeah. I thought—Was it not obvious?”

“I—I don’t know, I—”

You both laughed together, feeling nothing but giddiness and contentment.

“But yeah, um, I really like you too,” Josh claimed after the laughter died down. “I just… I looked forward to seeing you every week because you’re just… You’re so amazing! And it just… blows my mind that you like me back, because why would someone as perfect as you, like such a loser like me?”

“Hey, you’re no loser, Josh,” you chuckle. “There’s a reason why I like you, alright?” He let out a scoff, but then nodded with a cute smile on his lips. “Hey. You said I was perfect.”

“Yeah.”

“You really mean it?”

“Of course, I do!”

You looked into his eyes quite intimately. They were brown and doting. He was beautiful.

Your hands were already on him, as you had held onto him tight in reaction to the gory movie scenes. So it wasn’t difficult to trail your hand up to the side of his neck. It seemed like he read your mind, because he remained quiet, shy, yet prepared. His eyes would switch from looking into yours and your lips.

You whisper lightly, “Can I—”

“God, please do—”

You two kissed each other slowly, yet passionately, your hands moving more comfortably to his face as you adjusted your legs slightly. His lips were soft and gentle, moving deeply with yours in the comforting silence of the room. You both were generous with your actions, as well as intimate.

Josh had realized; you were his own silver lining. It absolutely sucked to be trapped in a reality that wasn’t his, a timeline that he was forced to adjust to. That was the shittiest thing about it. But at least you were something great that came out of it all. With all of the calamity and mishap he’s experienced, you seemed to be his only comfort, an anchor to keep him stable in this reality.

You continued to kiss each other, which sort of transitioned into making out, as he held onto your hand, moving his finger gently over your ring. You gave him hope. That life here was going to be okay.

He was going to be okay.

[jolyfics]

Could I pretty please get some 6taro falling in love again headcanons? Them snake pants make me weak at the knees~

𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚

𝘫𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰 𝘬𝘶𝘫𝘰 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: hcs of 6taro falling inlove again

notes: hope you like this!! i honestly could just write jotaro stuff for hours. i love my little guy sm

you two probably met at work

being a marine biologist too, you both had a good amount in common already

you definitely spoke to him first

probably about work related stuff

once he saw you istg he was practically MESMERISED

though obviously he said nothing

he would keep his cool in front of you but when hes in private he will definitely just stare at a wall and think about you

since then he subconsciously would sit beside you at lunch, keep a spare umbrella incase it rains and so on

eventually you’d catch onto this and confront him you found it cute though

he’d come clean, he’s more mature than his younger self once was

though he wouldn’t confess anything to you

he’d keep that locked up inside of him purely for how jolyne would react to him dating someone else

he doesn’t wanna hurt her :(

you’d have to tell him your feelings first, though he’d be hesitant at the start of your relationship, he soon grows more comfortable dating again

you two would obviously go on aquarium dates

i get the vibes that 6taro just loves going to the cinema, so expect alot of that too

he works alot, so you’d have to coach him to take more breaks

he probably loves just sitting with you

i get the idea that his love language is quality time, so be wary at how clingy he’s gonna be

you will hardly ever get time to yourself

hes not doing anything wrong, he might not even be talking to you. he just likes your company alot

[canirove]

My neighbour Rúben | Chapter 1

Summary: Have you ever watched this movie Scarlett Johansson and Chris Evans did before Marvel called “The Nanny Diaries”? It's about a girl, Scarlett's character, who finds herself working as a nanny for a very rich family, and Chris happens to be her hot and very cute neighbour. And something very similar is what has happened to me, neighbour included. Though in my case, mine is very cute and very hot. And handsome. The most handsome man I have ever seen. And his name is Rúben.

Author's note: This story has been finished and waiting in my drafts since 2022. I wrote it as a new and different version of "The Nanny Diaries" (my story with Ben Chilwell) because I didn't like it, and then I ended not liking this one either 🙈 But time passed, I read it again recently, thought it was cute… And here we are, having now both of them posted when they weren't supposed to 😅 I hope you like it, and as always, thank you for reading! 💜

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Have you ever watched this movie Scarlett Johansson and Chris Evans did before Marvel called “The Nanny Diaries”? It's about a girl, Scarlett's character, who finds herself working as a nanny for a very rich family with a spoiled kid and Chris is her hot and very cute neighbour. And something very similar is what has happened to me, but let's start from the beginning.

My entire life was designed to achieve one goal: become the best piano player in the country. Or in the continent if my father got too excited. And since I can remember, I've been glued to one.

While my friends were going out to the park, I was going to my teacher's house to practice. While my friends were meeting to go shopping or watch a movie at the cinema, I was practicing. While my friends were going out clubbing and meeting boys and girls, I was going early to bed because I had practice in the morning. And while my friends were choosing a career path they liked and enjoyed and moving to different cities all around the country, I only had one option: playing the piano and moving to Manchester, where the best teacher lived. 

The weather sucks, yes. But it isn't such an ugly city as they say, and all the people I met were lovely and very welcoming. Unless you are fighting with them for a spot on the next recital or to get the next scholarship. That's when things get nasty, and that's how you end up with broken fingers and the dreams your parents had for you shattered. Because becoming the best piano player of my generation wasn't my dream, it was theirs. Or my father’s to be precise.

So when Anastasia Hamilton pushed me down the stairs and I found myself with two broken fingers on my left hand, a sprained ankle and my body covered in bruises, I didn't complain. Well, that's a lie. I complained and cried because it hurt like hell. But I didn't complain when they told me I wouldn't be able to play the piano like I used to due to one of my fingers not healing properly despite being treated by the best doctors. I didn't complain because I was finally free. If I wanted to play, I would be doing it because I wanted to, not because it was my job, because I had to, because my future depended on it. Now I was free to finally follow my dreams and not my parents’. Or that's what I thought.

I told them I wanted to take a gap year to figure out what to do with my life, but they said no. They had decided that I should study to become a music teacher, to help others achieve what I hadn't been able to. We argued, they said that if I wanted to do anything different it would not be with their money, I said ok, and I found myself alone in Manchester with barely any money or a place to live.

And that's when I crossed paths with Julia. 

I had gone to the shopping centre to see if anyone was looking for a waitress or someone to fold t-shirts in a shop, when I saw her crying in the middle of one of the corridors, most people walking past her and ignoring her. 

"Hey, are you ok?" I said, kneeling in front of her. "Where are your parents?"

"Quiero a mi mamá" she sobbed. That was why people were ignoring her. She only spoke Spanish and they didn't understand her. But, lucky me, I used to go to the north of Spain for music summer camp and I can speak it fluently. 

"¿Dónde está tu mamá?" Where is your mum? 

"No lo sé. Estaba comprando una taza fea y..." Her mum was buying an ugly mug. I couldn't help but laugh at that.

"Ok, let’s go find her.” Where we were most shops only sold clothes, but I remembered I had just walked past a Zara Home. Maybe she was there? "Come" I said, grabbing her hand. She didn't say a word and just followed me, her sobs turning into hiccups. 

"Julia!" a woman screamed the moment we turned the corner. "Oh, Julia, I thought I had lost you!" 

"Mami!" the kid said, letting go of my hand and throwing herself at the woman. "Me perdí y esta chica me ayudó."

"Did you help her?" the woman asked me.

"I saw her crying and that people were ignoring her, and I decided to check on her. She was speaking Spanish and I think that's why most people were walking past her, because they weren't able to understand her."

"Oh, she always does that when she gets upset. Do you speak Spanish?"

"Yup."

"Oh, you are an angel" the woman said, hugging her daughter a bit tighter. "I don't know how I'm gonna be able to thank you."

"Knowing that she's alright is enough, don’t worry."

"No, no, no. You must allow me to do something for you. What do you say, Julia. Should we invite this wonderful angel to have lunch with us?"

"Yes!" Julia said, her English coming back. "We'll bake you a chocolate cake! Do you like chocolate cake?"

"I actually do, yes" I smiled.

"Then it's settled. Let me give you my card, it has my office phone number on it" Julia's mum said, opening her bag. "Call tomorrow morning and we'll schedule that lunch together."

"Ok. Thank you."

"Thank you" the woman said, giving me a hug. "My name us Lucía, by the way. But you can call me Lucy like everyone in this country does."

"Nice to meet you, Lucy."

Lucía, Lucy. A Spanish lawyer specialized in divorces, and the divorces of very wealthy people. Which meant that when I arrived at her house for that lunch date, I found myself before one of the most expensive apartment buildings in the city. 

"Are you coming in, miss?" the doorman asked.

"Yes, hi, sorry. Do I have to tell you where I'm going or..."

"You don't look like a thief" the man chuckled.

"I'm not, I promise. I'm meeting with Lucy and Julia."

"Oh, yes. Miss Julia said a friend was coming for lunch today. An angel."

"That must be me" I said, blushing a bit.

"Then welcome, miss" the man said, opening the building's door. "Do you know their floor number?"

"Yes, the 7th. Letter B."

"That’s the one. Call for the lift and push the number, their house will be the one to your right."

"Thank you very much, sir."

"My pleasure, miss" the man said with a smile. Roger. The loveliest man you'll ever meet.

"So glad you could make it" Lucy said after opening the door, giving me a hug. 

"Angel!" Julia screamed, coming to also hug me. "You came!"

"Of course I did."

"She’s decided to start calling you angel because of what I said at the shopping centre. I hope you don’t mind.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry" I smiled.

“Come, let me show you my room" Julia said, grabbing my hand and forcing me to follow her.

After a tour around the house and its many rooms, we were back in the living room, one where the small flat I was renting thanks to some money my grandparents had been sending me without my parents knowing, could perfectly fit.

"Is that a real piano?" I asked Julia.

"It's daddy's" she said. "We used to play together."

"That's lovely." My dad never played with me just for fun. It always was about practice, practice... And oh, yes, more practice.

"Do you play?" Lucy asked me.

"Since I was Julia's age."

"Oh, that's wonderful! Why don't you play something for us while we wait for our food?"

"Sure" I said, sitting in front of the huge black piano. It was a very expensive one like everything else on that building.

"Daddy used to play that!" Julia said when she recognized the song. "Hey Jude, don't make it bad... Mami, why are you crying?" she asked her when we finished.

"Because it was beautiful, sweetheart. And you play so well" Lucy told me. "Have you ever thought about giving lessons?"

"Not really..."

"Julia started to take them a few months ago, but her teacher... Had other things to do, so now she doesn't have one. Would you like to take her place?"

"Me?" 

"Yes, angel! Be my teacher!" Julia said, clapping her hands and jumping.

That was what my parents had wanted me to do. To become a teacher. I wasn't going to be doing it at the music school, but this still was teaching, right? And I liked Lucy and Julia a lot despite only knowing them for just a few hours. 

"I'll do it" I said. "I'll be Julia's teacher."

"Oh, perfect!" Lucy smiled. "When can you start?"

"Whenever you want. I have nothing else to do" I shrugged.

"Then tomorrow. I have to work, so maybe you could pick up Julia from school, bring her here and start your lessons? I'll pay you for that extra time."

"Ok" I nodded.

I had found a job, one that I liked, and one that was going to pay me handsomely judging by the numbers Lucy had mentioned while doing a draft of my contract. 

I was so busy thinking about all that, checking the details she had given me about Julia's school, that I hadn’t noticed the lift had made it to the lobby and the doors were open. 

“Are you going up again?” a male voice said.

“Uh?” I replied, lifting my eyes from my phone. And what did they see? The most handsome man you could ever imagine.

“Are you going up again?” he repeated.

“I…” I had forgotten how to speak. I may have not been wearing an ugly costume like Scarlett in one of the scenes where she met Chris Evans, but I had my jaw on the floor and definitely was making a fool of myself. “No” I finally managed to say.

“So… are you leaving, then?” he asked, trying to hide a smile.

“Yes” I said, still looking at him. Was he real? He was real. When he stopped the lift’s door from closing again, taking a step forward towards me, I saw that he was very real. “Thank you. Sorry. I’m leaving” I blurted out, my brain finally remembering how speaking worked. Kind of.

“It’s ok” he replied with a smile. No, not a smile. A smirk. One that made everything inside me turn upside down. “Bye” he said, walking inside the lift and letting go of the doors, disappearing behind them while I just stared. He must have thought I was stupid. A creep. Or both. But what else are you supposed to do when you find yourself face to face with the hottest man in planet earth?

“Miss, are you alright?” I heard Roger say from the door.

“Yes, yes. Just… Processing what just happened. That I got a job, I mean” I quickly added, noticing how he was arching an eyebrow, his eyes moving to the lift. 

“Oh, those are great news, miss. Congratulations.”

“Thank you. I guess you’ll be seeing more of me from now on.”

And hopefully, I would be seeing more of him too. Of the hot neighbour, my own Chris Evans. Though later on I would find out that his name wasn’t Chris, that would have been too much of a coincidence.

His name was Rúben. 

[ginnyweatherby]

hi i cannot sleep and my mind is wandering to the most random places tonight. so i come with a question: what are your headcanons for the whereabouts/backstories of phineas & candace’s father and ferb’s mother? please include as much lore as humanly possible

ok goodnight

Hmm, okay to be completely honest, I haven't really spent much time thinking about this. However I do personally think that Candace and Phineas' parents are divorced, while Ferb's mom passed away.

All that said, let's see if I can come up with something here...

Linda and Mr. Flynn were married young

Linda was still in her Lindana days then, he was some up-and-coming producer at the time

They met at a party somewhere and hit it off immediately. It's called networking.

They were the hot couple in the tabloids for awhile. You could barely go a week without seeing their faces or hearing their names somewhere.

Shortly after they were married, Linda found out she was pregnant and gave up the Lindana act to stay at home with the baby

Candace was a very ugly baby.

Candace loved her daddy, she was like a little duckling that followed him around everywhere

She liked to put on his glasses and his shoes and stomp around the house doing impressions of him.

They lived as a unit of three for awhile until Phineas came into the picture

Phineas was a sickly baby (you can't tell me that head of his made for an easy birthing experience), so it was hard on the family while he spent time in the hospital

He was also an ugly baby btw.

When Phineas was around two, all the stress had reached the breaking point, and they finally admitted defeat and divorced

I hate to say it was a bitter divorce, but well, there must be some reason he's out of the picture.

Lawrence and Mrs. Fletcher were sickeningly in love

Like ooey gooey mushy wushy stuff 24/7 just the most disgusting couple to be around.

They met as teenagers and were sweethearts ever since.

They liked to go on dates to cute little restaurants as often as they could

She loved movies, practically every weekend was spent at the cinema. She especially liked old black and white films.

She got sick when Ferb was only a baby, but she hid it well from him

She didn't want him to remember her ill.

Until she couldn't hide it anymore.

She passed away when Ferb was only a toddler

It scares him that the older he gets, the less he remembers of her.

Lawrence was - understandably - a wreck.

For several months.

Ferb stayed with his grandparents for awhile

Lawrence just couldn't cope with his grief and a toddler at the same time

Especially since every time he looked at Ferb, he saw her eyes.

Eventually Lawrence picked himself up, and while still devastated, knew he needed a fresh start.

For both of them. For all of them.

Ferb once asked why they didn't see Mummy anymore, and Lawrence almost broke down again

That's when he moved them to the United States

He knew he'd miss his family, but this was a clean slate.

It was hard at first, raising a kid on his own, but he knew he had to, for Ferb's sake

It's what his wife would have wanted. He'd promised her he'd do a good job.

He was so nervous the day he enrolled his shy little boy in preschool

They had barely walked into the classroom when a little redheaded boy took Ferb's hand and said "I know what we're going to do today!"

Lawrence met the boy's mom later that day.

[miss0atae]

Random thoughts about Dead Friend Forever ep 7:

I never thought I would find this series so compelling but the more we dive into the past, the more I found it disturbing. One thing is certain... no one is innocent!

▪️ The group of friends is still shitty as ever. They are still mistreating Non and the abuse is getting worse now that he escaped prison. They still need him and use him. I wish I knew why doing this short movie with them is so vital for Non, because nothing really is worth staying with them. I understand he was involved in the making of it and wants to see the end, but frankly they are doing everything to drive him away and he still comes back. Leave! Find another group of cinema enthusiasts and create another movie. His life is already a horror movie, why do you want to make one? I wish I could get into the world of this series to slap the face of everyone in this group. They make me so angry.

▪️ Tee is still a bad guy who never learn. He disgust me. Top never change too. He is still so freaking annoying. I can't stand his face. Fluke is a coward who hide behind his friends but he thinks the same as them. Por is an infuriating a******. He is whining all the time. It's is unbearable. He also has an ego the size of the Everest. They are as bad as each other.

▪️ Let's not talk about Jin.... I knew he wasn't that great too. I always felt it. I mean, how can you be part of the good guy when you hang around the likes of Por or Top (just to name a few)? Of course, he was having a crush on Non. Everyone could see it! However, what he did was so bad. It could be considered as revenge p*** even if they never were lovers at one point. I can understand him being sad or angry, but sending it online just because he was having an unrequited crush, it was so disappointing. Jin is as bad as the rest of the group and even thought I knew it deep down, I was still let down. I wanted the series to show me I was wrong.

▪️ In the same category, I can also say things about the teacher. He was always very touchy with Non. Everyone seems to either want to abused him or date him, there is no in between. The teacher wanted him and got him. Non told him the truth about what was going with him and the teacher said he would help him... but it wasn't for free of just because he had a kind heart. It was hard to watch. I felt Non was forced to do it, but at the same time when Phee asked him, he lied about it. Why?! Did he feel pressure by Phee too, in some way? In addition, I believe the teacher is not was he seems to be. Is he an undercover cops working on the scam accounts? I feel like I lost it a bit at one point because I was too focus on what was going on with Non.

▪️ There is also Phee... I really like the first part of this episode when we saw him having a cute relationship with Non. He really seemed to love Non. He asked him to be his boyfriend but Non never said yes. Phee helped Non when he was arrested and he wanted the best for him. However, in the end, Non lied to him several times and betrayed Phee's trust. I believe they were good for each other. Ta Nannakun has an amazing chemistry with Barcode. He has spellbinding eyes. I just need to add that here. After seeing the video Jin sent online, he rejected Non's love and I believe it's the starting point of everything.

▪️ Let's face it... Non is being driven mad by everything happening to him. I don't even know if there is an exit for him. We are watching him slowly losing any hope. I don't feel any fear for the group of friends. I want them to suffer because they are terrible people, but since Non is being missing in the present, I guess nothing really happened to them in the past. They will just drive him further into madness. Especially now that Jin is angry at him and won't even try to help him.

▪️ I hope Phee became friend with them to make them pay and suffer. I just want to know if he really has feeling for Jin, in the present. Is Tan and White also helping him in his revenge quest or are they just innocents victims dragged into this mess. I know White is Tee's boyfriend but how did Tan got in their group?

The next episode is still in the past and it should be the last flashback. I really want to know what is going to happen. Dead Friend Forever is more interesting than what it appeared at first.

[miela]

Could you do Tom holland x fem!reader

You were invited to wedding. Just walk around in church, lots of people and you bump into someone that hold your waist, you look up that you never knew who it was. You might be apologizing. He would love to seat with you. Then after that go to reception that you two talks to each other. *fluffiness*

(Hope you will write it,thanks and have a good day)

THIS IS SO CUTE HOLD ON-

I hope you like this! I enjoyed writing this a lot! Thank you so much for this request!

Beautiful Stranger

Pairing: Tom Holland x Stunt Double!Reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: Insecurity (Maybe???) Extra: Song inspiration is "Finally // Beautiful Stranger" - Halsey Word Count: 3.8k 

↪ divider by firefly-graphics

You’ve been to plenty of weddings and each one of them has been bittersweet. You loved weddings, truly, but they reminded you of the fears and doubts that you had about yourself. You were never considered conventionally attractive and never really dated anyone because of it, whether it was because you were everybody’s last choice or you were afraid of getting too close to someone and they saw you how you saw yourself. On top of that, you have seen so many marriages fail so badly, including the one with your family members. You just couldn’t understand why you would put yourself in such a stressful situation like that. 

So when your friends daydreamed about love, you daydreamed about your future plans instead. 

You knew you wanted to be in the entertainment industry, despite the shit show it is. But you couldn’t help but love the art of cinema and movie making. You grew up loving action and adventure movies and wanted to be a part of that. You didn’t get much support from your family and it killed your dream for a little while, but after seeing videos online and watching the MCU and other action-filled movies, you couldn’t help but feel that you were meant for this. So you trained yourself to do stunts, dance, and martial arts so you could be a stunt double. Once you made your big break there. You found yourself happier than ever. 

Through this job, you found one of your greatest friends, who was also a stunt double. Since you both looked similar you were often paired to be in action movies together. If one of you landed a job, the other usually followed. It worked out well because you both get along so well. You guys were a dynamic duo and your pair nickname was the Dynamite Doubles in the industry.

She often told you that you should try acting because of how into the character you get sometimes, but you told her that you didn’t want to because of how shy you were about it. You didn’t think you could actually do certain things in a film and not mess it up and accidentally break character. Also, you didn’t want that kind of fame. The most you could do is probably just be an extra in the background.

One day, she told you that she was seeing someone. When you met them you could tell they really loved each other and that they were meant to be. This person was also a stunt double so you knew who they were by face. They were so adorable together and honestly, it warmed your heart to see them so happy together (even if it made you feel lonely sometimes). 

And that’s how you ended up here. At their wedding.

It was beautiful and sweet. You would’ve been a bride’s maid but she had so many sisters who easily filled the role, so you really just became the assistant to the Maid of Honor who was her eldest sister. You didn’t mind not being part of the bridal party officially, you really didn’t want any attention on you whatsoever. 

When you arrived at the church, you went to your friend, wished her luck, and then went to go find your place in the pews. When you entered, there were already so many people there and it made you kind of nervous to be walking around without someone, but you could manage. Once you sat down you would feel better and much more relaxed. You seem to have been too excited to plant yourself in a chair because you forgot to pay attention to your surroundings. You tripped over someone’s foot and fell very quickly toward the edge of the seats. But before you could crack the bridge of your nose on the pew, a strong arm gripped around your waist to stop you from the catastrophic event that would’ve happened.

You stared with wide narrowed eyes at the seat edging as your heart raced in your chest. Your entire body was tense and cold from shock. 

Way to avoid bringing attention to yourself.

Before you could process anything the strong arm pulled you up and helped you to stand up straight on your feet. Once you caught your composure a moment later you looked up at the face of the one who saved you. 

“Careful there, darling,” the most beautiful sound came from his lips as they were filled with concern. “You alright?”

Your eyes shifted rapidly from embarrassment at all the eyes on you and your face burned. You nodded in response. 

“Thank you,” You replied sheepishly. “I’m sorry.”

His arm slowly moved from your waist once he realized your composure was back. 

“There’s no need to apologize. It was my fault for not paying attention to where I was going. I should be the one apologizing. I’m sorry.”

You smiled and nodded still not meeting his gaze. “It’s okay, I should’ve paid attention to where I was walking as well.” You rubbed your arm nervously and were still rather embarrassed as all hell. “I should go to my seat. Enjoy the wedding.”

And with that, you went and sat down with a deep sigh and full of embarrassment. 

The wedding itself was beautiful and heartfelt and sweet and now it was time for the after-party celebration. You sat down at the table with a few of your friend’s cousins that you had met before and you sat silently as you observed the conversation. Once you were able to you went up to your friend and their new spouse and congratulated them with hugs and smiles. Then it was time for food. 

As you were getting your food, you bumped into someone and a hand quickly grabbed your waist catching you from stumbling before you and your food could fly all over the place. 

“Excuse me, love.” It was that voice again.

You hummed, more like squeaked, in response and quickly made your way back to the table to eat your food. After a while, your friend came over wearing something more comfortable and dance-worthy than her original wedding dress and sat down next to you. 

“I’ve heard you’ve been swept off your feet twice today,” She teased. 

You rolled your eyes with a smirk. “By myself. It’s not like I was carried away after saying my vows and tying the knot. It was more of an im-so-clumsy-for-a-stunt-double kind of deal.”

She laughed. “You have no idea who kept saving you do you?”

“Hm?” you asked in response. “I mean, no, I was too busy being embarrassed to hell by myself to get a good look at him. I just know he’s British.”

“I swear you are so oblivious of your surroundings sometimes,” She giggled. “But don’t worry, I got you. Wanna come dance with us?”

“I will in a bit,” you smiled. “I wanna let my food settle a little more. Plus you have to dance with your significant other.”

“Okay,” she smiled. “You better come dance, (Y/N) or I’ll drag you onto the dance floor.”

You laughed. “I will, I will.”

And with that, she got up and joined everyone else on the dance floor doing different line dances and other wedding song favorites. You watched everyone for a bit before deciding the scroll on your phone aimlessly checking social media. You were so engrossed in your phone that you didn’t realize when someone sat next to you. 

“Hello,” the voice said sheepishly.”

You gasped softly and looked over at the figure, your heart racing again. 

He blushed. “Sorry…I keep disrupting your flow today.”

You finally got a good look at the face of the person who saved you twice today. You had to question if the universe was messing with you or not. 

It was Tom Holland.

To say you were a fan was a bit of an understatement. You watched all of his movies, shows, and interviews and you loved his craft of acting. Uncharted is a comfort movie for you and you watch it all the time and he is your favorite Spiderman. Not only that, you admired the fact that he does his own stunts and that he has a background in dance and gymnastics. One of your dreams was to one day be able to work on the same set as him. So him approaching you and sitting next to you at your best friend’s wedding sounds like a scene in a rom-com or some sick joke being played on by some higher power.

You understood what your friend meant now. 

“H-hello-” you stuttered out feeling a bit, starstruck for a moment. 

“Hi,” He smiled. You couldn’t believe you were seeing his charming smile in person. “Oh…I said that already.”

You giggle softly and set your phone down. 

“I’m Tom,” He continued. 

“I know,” you blurted before mentally smacking yourself. “I mean…I’m (Y/N).”

“I know,” he smiled with a light chuckle. “Nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too.”

He was wearing a black suit with a white button-up shirt under it. His curls were slicked back and his skin was glowing. Or that could be your starstruck moment going on in your mind, you couldn’t tell. 

“I noticed you sitting over here all alone and wanted to ask you if you were okay,” he explained.

“I’m okay,” You smiled back, trying to calm your nerves. “I’m usually a wallflower at weddings. I like observing the fun more than getting lost in it.”

“Really?” He asked but it came out more like a statement. “You don’t like to dance?”

“Oh, I love dancing,” you replied. “I just…never really have anyone to dance with.”

There was a quick moment of silence before he spoke again. 

“Would you like to dance…with me?”

Your eyes widened. “Um…” and before you could think of an answer, your mouth spoke for you. “...Sure!”

Next thing you knew, you were on the dancefloor with none other than Tom Holland. You wanted to pinch yourself to make sure that you weren’t dreaming this, but it felt so vivid at the same time. You figured that if it’s a dream you may as well have fun with it. 

You knew Tom was a sweet guy, all you ever heard was good things about him from other people who had worked with him,  so if you felt uncomfortable with something you knew he would understand. That eased your mind a little as you awkwardly danced with him. The tension was thick but not enough to freak you guys out. When you got a little bit more comfortable with each other's presence, you began to move more fluidly. After a couple of fun songs, another line dance song came on which made it even easier to get comfortable with each other. 

But then a slow song came on and everyone grabbed their pairs, minus the children who all opted to find a place to grab more food and treats, and teenagers who opted to sit at the table and be on their phones. You and Tom really only had each other as options if you wanted to slow dance. So when he looked at you lifted his eyebrows in question, you smiled and nodded.

“May I have this dance?” He asked holding his hand out and bowing.

“You may, you giggled and softly placed your hand in his.

You both walked further into the dance floor and when you found a comfortable spot, you put your hands on his shoulders and he put his on your waist sheepishly. You realized how close you were to him now and it made your face burn. You had never danced with someone like this before and it just now occurred to you how close you were. You went to homecoming years ago but you went with a group of friends and you sat down when slow songs came on, You skipped out on prom because there was no way you were gonna spend so much money just to not have a date. It made you realize how inexperienced you were when it came to these things, and it reminded you how inexperienced you are with a lot of things when it came to romance.

Your first dance ever is with Tom. 

You looked up at him meeting the gaze of his soft, dark eyes and your face burned more at the eye contact. You needed to divert your overthinking and quickly before your timid nature took over and you ran off like a deer. 

“So, what brings you to the wedding?” you asked. 

“I’m mates with the groom,” he responded. 

“Oh!” You chimed. “I had no idea that you knew him, but then again I never really asked.”

“We worked on Civil War together. He was a stunt double on there.”

That’s right! You had forgotten all about that. 

“Oh, lucky him.” You giggled. “I always wanted to double in a Marvel movie.”

“You haven’t?” 

“Nope,” you shook your head looking at your hand on his shoulder for a moment. “But one day, hopefully.”

“I think you’ll do great,” He smiled causing you to look up at his gaze again. “I’ve seen a lot of the stuff you stunted for.”

“Really?” Your eyes beamed.

“Absolutely,” He responded with a smile. “I’ve also seen your videos on YouTube.”

Oh.

Not only did you work on films and movies but you also made your own short films on YouTube of different fight scenes to show off your skills and also as a portfolio for jobs. You also posted dance videos from the dance studio that you worked with. 

And he’s seen them.

“Your craft is very unique,” he continued. 

“Thank you,” you smiled. “I’m very proud of it.”

You moved your hands to clasp together at the back of his neck so your arms could rest more comfortably as you two swayed. 

“I am a fan of your work too,” you said to him. “I watch Uncharted like every week.”

He chuckled softly. “You like it that much?”

“I do! I grew up reading and watching things with pirates in it and also watching Indiana Jones. Uncharted is like a mix of both but contemporary. So I hold it close to my heart. I also want to play the games but I’m so busy usually.”

He kept a small smile on his face as you spoke. 

“I’m glad you enjoyed it so much.”

A simple silence fell between you guys as you listened to the song play and tried your best to not make the situation awkward by your lack of knowledge on any of this. In all honesty, you wanted to run but at the same time, you didn’t, both for obvious reasons. It brought up a thought to your brain that made you giggle softly. 

“What is it?” Tom asked curiously with a wonderous look on his face.

“Nothing,” you replied with a smile.

“Nothing, eh?” He asked with a mischievous look in his eye. “That doesn’t sound like nothing.”

“It’s Nothing,” you sang. 

“Hmmm,” He hummed in doubt. “Alright, fine. Don’t tell me.” He turned his head looked away dramatically and playfully.

You let out a laugh. “You really wanna know?”

“I mean you don’t have to tell me,” he smirked.

“If you wanna know, I can tell you.”

“Well, if you insist, darling.”

Your face burned at the pet name and mentally scolded yourself to keep your composure.

“I had a thought,” you began.”

“You had a thought,” he repeated.

“A memory, if you will.”

“A memory,” he said the octave of his voice raising. 

“Mhm,” you nodded and smirked mischievously.

He squinted his eyes at you curiously.

“I remember an interview you had,” You began. “Where you talked about dancing with Madonna and you freaked out and walked away.”

He winced and groaned at the memory and you giggled softly.

“Not my most shining moment I will admit,” he said with a strained voice but a smile on his face. “What brought that on? Are you afraid I’m going to run away from you?” 

“No,” you shook your head. “I just… never mind.”

He hummed again. “Do you want to run away from me?”

Your eyes widened. “N-no…! Of course not! I just…when I try something new…especially with someone else…I get nervous an my first instinct is to run for the hills. It’s nothing personal, I promise.”

He thought on your words for a moment and then looked at you questioningly. “I’m not sure I quite follow.”

“I…never danced with someone before.”

He looked at you with a look of surprise on his face. “Really? Why is that?”

You shrugged. “No one really wanted to dance with me.”

“Well, they’re all a bit daft. I don’t understand why anyone wouldn’t want to dance with you.”

Your mind couldn’t process what you were hearing right now. His words looped and echoed in your mind as you looked up at him searching for an explanation of his words. Surely he wasn’t flirting…was he? Were you just being delusional? Probably. Someone like him couldn’t possibly find someone like you attractive. Hell, even your friend looked like a better version of you…a more conventional version of you. That’s why she was here getting married. You weren’t anything special, you were just…you.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked pulling you from your thoughts.

You shook your head and looked down avoiding his gaze. 

“I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable…”

“You’re not, no, it’s not you…you’re perfect.”

Your eyes widened at your comment and you slowly looked up at him to see a blush dancing across his nose and cheeks. “You’re sweet, darling.”

You smile in response but stay silent as you listen to the rest of the song. 

Beautiful stranger, here you are in my arms and I know

That beautiful strangers only come along to do me wrong

And I hope

Beautiful stranger, here you are in my arms

But I think it's finally, finally, finally, finally, finally safe

For me to fall

After the slow dance, you and Tom went your separate ways due to you both being summoned by different people. The rest of the reception you had Tom on your mind, as anyone would. Even though you were a nervous wreck and you swore you had sweat marks on the pits of your dress, you very much enjoyed yourself. You smiled to yourself several times throughout the rest of the party. 

Your friend and her man left for their honeymoon as you all threw confetti at them and you were getting ready to leave out the door after. You started walking to your car when you heard fast and loud footsteps heading your way.

“(Y/N)!”

You stopped and turned to see Tom jogging toward you.

“Tom…!” You said with wide eyes as he stopped in front of you slightly out of breath.

“Hey,” He greeted. “You shouldn’t walk alone. It’s dark out here.”

You went to protest but decided against it. “You’re right.”

“Can I walk you? Even If I have to stop at a distance and make sure you get in your car safely.”

You thought about it for a moment and then nodded with a small smile. He returned the smile and you both began walking at a slow pace. The wind blew softly but it was enough for the cold to kiss your skin. You shivered and rubbed your bare arms. You knew you should’ve brought a jacket but it was so warm earlier you didn’t think it would get this cold. 

You heard a shuffle and then felt fabric drape over your shoulders and instant warmth engulfing you. You processed that Tom had put his suit jacket around you and you looked up at him wonderously. His white button-up shirt was clinging to his muscles and it made your face burn enough to were the cold air felt good rather than rigid.

“Don’t worry about me,” He smiled. “I’m rather warm right now.”

“Thank you,” you replied. 

“No worries.”

A moment of silence fell between you guys before he spoke up again.

“So…um I was wondering, if I could have your number, maybe?” He asked his voice a little strained.

You looked at him surprised and your emotional defense walls instantly reacted and went up. 

“Ah,” You pressed your lips together and spoke with a playful tone. “So that’s the real reason you’re here.”

“No. Well, yes and no,” He started. “I really do want to make sure you get to your car safely, but I wanted to ask for your number much earlier…since we first ran into each other.” You stopped walking and he followed suit. “I know we barely know each other but I would like to get to know you more.”

You blinked rapidly. “But...why?”

He was taken aback a bit as you kept looking at him with your walls still built up high. 

“Well,” he began nervously. “I find you…charming.” Your eyes widened as he continued. “I’ve been interested for a while…but I had no way of knowing how to connect with you without it seeming weird.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I am kind of a fan of yours too. Like I said before, I watch your videos on YouTube. And when I found out you were my mate’s girlfriend’s best friend I got a little excited about it. So when we kept running into each other today, I took it as a sign to make a move.”

Your face softened in response and your face burned once again as you looked down. 

“So this is me, making my move,” he continued. “If you’ll have me.”

His words resonated with you. You never thought of yourself as anything like that so it was strange hearing it from him. It’s not like you hated yourself. Quite the opposite actually. You loved how you looked and how you were as a person. You worked hard on yourself to make sure that you had confidence in yourself and were happy with yourself. You were afraid that the rest of the world wouldn’t see that. 

You look up at him with a smile, deciding to take a chance. “Okay.”

He smiled and sighed in relief. A Moment later you, both traded numbers and he walked you the rest of the way to your car and opened the door for you. You gave him back his Jacket and you looked at each other. 

“Please, let me know when you get home.”

“I will,” you respond.

He smiled in response. “Goodnight, darling.”

“Goodnight, Tom.”

With that, he closed the door to your car and stood there until you drove off safely. Through your mirror, you could see him visibly cheering to himself and it made you giggle and your heart fill with warmth.

~

[preciadosbass]

2/8/24

woke up at aprox. 8:30 and it took me absolutely ages to get out of bed. i’ve had no need to wake up anywhere near this ‘early’ since school. i eventually got dressed and spent most of the morning being indecisive over which shirt i was going to wear. i ended up wearing my saw [2004] shirt because it’s easy to theme that with my belts and things. my mum let boris lick the lid off a yogurt and it was so cute. i wish i got it on video or something

we left at like 10:10 to go to this reptile based experience place. hopefully i’ll be able to work there part time or something soon but nobody’s sure yet because we might’ve found a college for me to go to. either way, i’d like to do both if i can squeeze it in. we were late but still saw the first animal being shown, it was a tortoise called pancake. they have really unusual names for the animals there.

there’s this guy that works there that’s very similar to me, except he’s an adult. i get really tense around him though because i wish i was him so much. he has all my dream piercings, long hair [but in a masc way], really cool tattoos, he’s really friendly, and he’s cis. i know jealousy is bad but i can’t help it when i can’t like out my life as a guy like i ache to. i wish i could keep my long [ish] hair and look like a dude. anyway, here’s a list of all the animals i saw:

[spellings/names could be wrong as i was going by ear] // greek spurthigh tortoise, bearded dragon [hes called boris like my cat, i see him everytime i go so he’s gotten used to me now, he likes to lay on me], uromastyx, pac man frog, green tree frog, blue toungued skink [i handled one of these like a week ago at another reptile experience thing], leopard gecko, acki monitor, chiliean rose tarantula, mexican red leg tarantula, salmon pink tarantula, bird eating tarantula, mexican blonde tarantula, jumping spiders, ball python, and a milk snake.

i watched the ball python eat a mouse which interesting as i’ve never seen a snake have food before. i thought the whole process [the eating process, not the digestion process] would take longer than it did. after the session ended and everyone else there left i took boris out of his enclosure and let him sit on me for a bit. everytime i see him he seems to be more comfy around me, but to be fair, i don’t think he cares who he’s with. my sister went this time, which was a change, but now she’s got it in her head that she’s getting a bearded dragon. which is definitely not happening.

after leaving we headed to the new cinema that just opened for this racing thing being hosted there. on the way there we saw those people that go around in those huge t rex costume things. continuing on talk about the racing thing, i thought it’d be like, everyone has a console and it’s connected to the screen somehow? but there was this racing chair and a steering wheel thing infront of the screen, and people took turns to speed around the track shown on the screen + computer thing infront of them. i convinced my mum and sister to try it and it was fun/funny regardless of the fact it wasn’t what any of us thought it was.

afterwards we went home and my sister insisted to show me paramore + fall out boy on fortnite [and some other bands i like] and then i went to youth club. i don’t have too much to say about it, honestly. i never do. it was the same as always, i just awkwardly sat there while everyone spoke to eachother. i listened to this history - obsessed girl called christina speak to jester about greek mythology, i didn’t understand a thing, but it was impressive that they both knew as much as they did. they went into the shop next to the club afterwards and i got sweets for my sister.

i stupidly didn’t check the packet until we were on the way back home but she’s allergic to them. so i’ve somehow got to find an excuse to not eat them, even though i want to. one sweet takes up like a quarter of the food i can eat in a day. anyway so yeah, i just sat outside checking the time every once in a while for two and a half hours. just like i said last time i talked about youth club, i wish people talked to me. i once again went in hopes that those two girls were there but they weren’t. i dont know when they attend or what they’re names are so i cant ask jester.

hopefully i’ll have some luck the next time i go, sometimes going makes me feel like i’m just being mocked about not having any friends, like, it really rubs it in my face. carrying on, i got back home and cuddled boris. i went out again at 8 something for my walk. it was already dark by the time i got into my ‘walking clothes’ so we tried walking wherever it’d be lightest. we went back over to that field where you can see london and down to the bottom where you enter another field.

i spoke about this being the longest i’ve ever tracked what i do in the days and about that ‘acquaintance’ i’ve written about previously as they’re starting to purposely stalk all of my accounts more even though i told them i like having space irl and online, and when i make private accounts it’s obvious i want them to be private. they just won’t listen, they found my twitter account where i occasionally vent and they keep on taking the mick out of me. i’m so sick of their shit.

anyway, we walked for 45-50 minutes tonight which isn’t as long as what i’d hoped but to be fair, it was my problem for not getting going sooner than what i did. because boris has been sitting at the kitchen windowsill recently, i knocked on the glass and he looked at me in the most adorable way ever through the window. when i got in inside, as you can expect, i stayed with him + cuddled him as much as i could considering how awkward he’s positioned from the kitchen chairs.

afterwards my parents went upstairs to listen to their radio programme — i watched mcr interviews + clips for an hour and a half, maybe two hours until i came up to my parents to ask the questions about boris. it took ages because my mind kept on going blank and id forget a routined thing i say everynight which was freaking me out. id gotten through all the questions apart from the last two when i realised my sister was awake. ive never asked the questions while my sisters been awake so as stupid as it sounds, this freaked me out more.

i am/was scared that itd mess up everything i’d just said to my parents as it’s a change in the routine so i speedran through the questions again. as we got to the last two questions again my mum started arguing with me and screaming at me. i completely get her frustration, i know i’m really, especially annoying when it comes to my ‘compulsions’ and i know that she was tired, but she kept on screaming directly into my ear even though i was already hyperventilating over boris being not okay despite me telling her my ears hurt. like i was kind of saying, i don’t blame her though.

i wish i could be a better child to them. once i forced myself to end the questions i went downstairs and sat with boris for 30/40 minutes while i ate yogurt. he was purring the whole time, i hope it was the happy type of purr. i went to do my teeth and came back to say goodnight to boris at like 2. i was so exhausted i even forgot parts of my goodnight routine i say to boris which i have never done and never thought i would do.

i know he dosent understand most of what i say [probably] but i told him that it was just because in knackered because that was the case and i don’t want him thinking i care about him/love him less because of my forgetfulness. i don’t know how to explain it, but i didn’t forget it, i just couldn’t remember it. because i knew what i wanted to say but i didn’t know what order to put it in. i said what i thought was closest, fed him and got into bed at 2:50. i then typed out all the different versions of what i think that sentence was supposed to be and i’m pretty sure i’ve worked out what phrases are right/wrong. actually went to sleep at 3:30.

have a good day/night -_<

[ken-dom]

I was just curious about what are your top three favorite Ryan Gosling movies and why?

Curiosity is very welcome here anon! 🫶

My top three favorite RG movies are chosen based on Goose Factor, character patheticness and overall film enjoyment combined.

I am still working my way through his filmography so might not have found another favourite yet, but for now I’ll choose these three (in no particular order),

The Nice Guys — Goose Factor: 10/10. Wet cat pathetic man Holland stole my heart, he’s SO sexy and incompetent and deeply sad. Ryan’s comedy skills were really showcased. And the film itself was one I could watch again and again with lots of memorable moments. One for when I need comfort for sure.

Lars and the Real Girl — Goose Factor: 10/10. Adorable, nervous, wholesome but slightly possessive, mildly pathetic Lars had me crawling the walls. Ryan was perfect in this role. The film itself is beautifully written, kept my attention throughout and so heartwarming. I worried it might be slow moving but boy was I wrong. In love.

Barbie — Goose Factor: 9/10 since it’s not really about him, although desperately pathetic but cute (and at times unhinged) Ken opened my eyes to Ryan for the first time and I’ll be forever grateful. Ryan was the perfect Ken; I really believe no one else could have done the role justice. People saying he’s not attractive enough are gross but that’s a point for another post. The film itself became one of my all time favourites the first time I saw it in the cinema. I cried three times both times I saw it and I still shed a tear ever time I hear the Billie Eilish song. I’m generally not a cryer and don’t enjoy films making me feel so deeply it changes me, but this was something else. It was an experience I’ll never forget. I’m so glad I live in a time where I can share this film with my daughters when they’re older, and to have shared it with my mother. I wish my grandmother could have seen it. I wish I had it when I was a teen.

Honourable mentions: Stay and Drive are now two of my favourite films too. Stay reminded me of my comfort movies (which are all early 2000’s horror from when I was teen) and Drive was visually beautiful, had an excellent opening sequence, was beautifully acted, and I could watch it a thousand times. His characters in both, and the films themselves hold a very special place in my heart too.

[marsharmonicorchestra]

Tolkien Ask Game 🫶

ty very much for the tag @scyllas-revenge !!

(I was so excited to answer these but then I found myself also getting so stuck on narrowing everything down 🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️)

How old were you when you read/watched LOTR for the first time?: I was 8 when my dad took me to see The Hobbit in the cinema, and I thought I was going to be bored but ended up being so obsessed that I didn’t shut up about it for two years, and so after the last film came out, my dad introduced me to LOTR :)) (so about 10 I believe). I read the Hobbit in 5th grade and LOTR in around 8th and 10th. Definitely due for a reread.

Favourite LOTR character: Boromir (ik so shocking), Samwise and Frodo. Also Eowyn and Eomer (And literally so many others but u know, narrowing it down)

Book or films?: I love the books but I’m definitely a movie girl.

Favourite Movie: Fellowship of the Ring.

Which location in Middle Earth do you want to visit most?: First of all, how dare you. Second of all, the Shire (if I have to pick one.) I would love to live life as a flower growing, dessert baking, dancing hobbit with no qualms and cute clothes.

Favourite scene: All of them, obviously, BUT, I remember as a kid not particularly caring about Boromir as a character all that much (I’ve grown), until I sat down and watched the extended edition of The Two Towers and saw the flashback to the last time Faramir saw him alive. The part where he tries to praise his brother but Denethor doesn’t care, and even though he tries to stand up for Faramir, in the end he can’t risk losing the favour of his father because then no one can protect him. Idk as an older sibling I remember being like “that was disgustingly accurate” and then being attached to that one scene ever since.

Favourite quote: “I can’t carry it for you, but I can carry you!”

Gets me every time 🧎🏽‍♀️

Which Middle Earth race would you want to be?: A hobbit :) But also maybe a human so I can be a shield maiden of Rohan. I feel like I could be both. Yes I’ll be both.

Favourite LOTR ship: I honestly have no clue, but I have also fallen down the Boromir/Theodred rabbit hole recently and I don’t think I can go back now. So them. I need more of them.

Not sure whose already been tagged, so I tag @nihilizzzm & @shirebarbie , and ofc anyone else who wants to participate (and if you’ve already been tagged imma be checking those answers cause love these tag games)

[starlightfades]

background - profile - plots

₊˙ ◌ ⁎˚ 〇﹒﹙choi yewon (arin). cisfemale. she/her.﹚guess who was almost late for their shift at haesmuli cinemas again?? that’s right, it was lee minyoung! it’s a wonder their job as a ticket taker isn’t in jeopardy. the 24 year old has been working at sunset galleria for one month, and is well known for their passionate nature. on bad days, they can be rather condescending, though. when the mall is dead at night, they can usually be found asking follow up questions at keyboard warriors, but don’t tell their boss!

hi everyone! minyoung is heavily inspired by lisa cheon (no longer a heroine) and sprinkled with a little bit of aqua (literally made her an aquarius bc aqua.....i thought it was a cute nod to his name HAHA) + kana (oshi no ko), just with a little less misfortune (for now idk i'm always drawn towards angst so hmu if u are too)

i'll try to keep the bullets short so you get the general gist but i tend to ramble on and on. she may change and evolve as i continue to get used to writing her, but i'm excited to bring her to the dash and hopefully give her a new dream/goal eventually :')

as always, please give the ♡ button a nice push and i'll come running over to your dms to plot! :3

background

forced into acting as a child by her mother who was rly just trying to live vicariously through her

went by the stage name miae to protect her personal identity

coached by her mom but was one of those "naturally gifted" youths so it was usually just some tweaking to the script that was done

an absolute icon and star in the entertainment world until everything came crashing down around her

minyoung pin points 2 potential moments when things started to shift for her: 1) her dad having an affair and leaving the family behind to pursue his lover abroad & 2) her younger sibling's birth (wanted connection plug)

keep in mind when these two events happened she still hadn't even reached her double digit age bracket yet

but regardless, she was kicked into high gear work wise but with everything going wrong around her and being unable to properly process any of it, her acting started to slip and she wasn't doing as great as she used to

ofc lots of gossip calling her a flop, public opinion was kinda ready to shift against her and leave her behind for other rising stars.......her mom was having none of it

rather than comforting minyoung she just pushed her harder and the coaching was becoming strict (for lack of a better word). minyoung just going through the motions at that point

but she hated that she'd gone from praised and adored to pitied and ridiculed so she decided to go big for her last project

everyone expected it to flop which was why the director reluctantly let her onto the project after her mom pretty much begged for it and what would you know, miae gave a performance of a lifetime

and then she quit acting

after minyoung continued to throw tantrums over how she refused to act again, eventually her mom gave up and turned to the younger child

she initially felt bad as the elder child and almost gave in to her mother's demands to keep the pressure off of her younger sibling (since she knew all too well how heavy those expectations were) but when she saw them thriving and adored by their mother in ways that she never was, she grew resentful and withdrew to herself

eventually they would leave her behind to further pursue the younger sibling's career in the states and minyoung was left to take care of herself (i'd say this was around her second or third year of hs?)

now years later, her acting funds have reached a standstill, and she's a ticket taker at haesmuli cinema!!!!

personality

still as conceited as ever

has always known herself to be attractive and puts no effort into hiding it or humbling herself

despite her decline in success and finances, she still outwardly behaves as if she's royalty; a materialistic and expensive taste regarding everything from food to clothing – sometimes even people

lacks the ability to read the room and will be brutally honest even if the situation requires careful consideration for the other person's feelings

has a short temper and a foul mouth developed from years of online gaming in the absence of an actual job or motivation to do anything else with her life

sometimes regrets not swallowing her pride and getting back into acting or even applying herself to a college arts program but will never share that out loud

often too prideful to admit when she's wrong

is afraid to let people in after constantly being left behind by those who were supposed to hold her dear but deep down really wants to be able to

will butt her nose into another person's business to stick up for someone if she thinks that they're getting picked on

constantly projecting (sorry in advance)

pretends like she isn't interested in anything but is actually whole heartedly dedicated to things once she puts her mind to it

acts big and tough but is really sensitive and actually wants a big hug lowkey

feels very strongly towards things while also simultaneously feeling nothing at all

a lil sassy but overall just thinks that she's being the cutest effing thing

future development?

being able to embrace genuine interests in hopes of pursuing a future more meaningful to her

i hope that being around others in sunset galleria can help her realize what she really wants to do with her life instead of letting herself hide away because of her stubborness

did she truly love acting or did she really just love the attention that came as a result of her work?

actress miae comeback???

maybe pro gamer lee minyoung???

passionate manager of haesmuli cinema???

idk im just hoping she finds something to love and can become genuinely happy

if you actually read this far congratulations and thank u for being here with me. you can find some particular plots on my plots page up at the top of this intro but i'm always happy to brainstorm up some ideas! minyoung could use any and all sorts of relationships, i'm up for anything!!

[trashboatprince]

I was tagged by @terryfphanatics 

I’ll break this up with a readmore at some point cause this is pretty long. 

What book are you currently reading?

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes by Caitlin Doughty (aka Ask a Mortician on youtube), it’s pretty good. 

What's your favourite movie you saw in a cinema this year?

The only movies I’ve seen so far is Puss in Boots’ sequel and it was AWESOME! I want to see it again, but the tiny theater in town only keeps a single movie playing for about two weeks (unless if it’s a Big Studio Movie where it’s in there for a fucking month like they did with Avatar and anything Marvel Studios)

What do you usually wear?

Shirt, leggings or pants, and I’m usually found wearing a plaid/tartan button-up shirt of some color and kind. I don’t get to dress nice often cause I tend to spend my time at work cleaning. 

How tall are you?

5′6, the most average height. I am, however, the tallest of my siblings

What's your star sign?

Pisces

Do you share your birthday with a celebrity or historical event?

Albert Einstein, Billy Crystal, and Michael Cain. Also, Stephen Hawking died on my birthday. And it’s Pi Day (technically not PIE day, despite what people say, that’s in January. There is an irony to this day because I have severe dyscalcula)

Do you go by your name or a nickname?

I got by [REDACTED] and John. (I don’t like using my birth name online, because I still go by it on days when I’m not John, but this name is very uncommon so... safety reasons)

I have a lot of nicknames from family members based around my birth name, my older sister has a specific nickname for me just as she does for our younger sibling, and online some of you guys call me by my username when you don’t use John. My girlfriend has a few names for me, and is literally the only person who is allowed to call me Johnny. I LOATH being called Johnny, she has permission because she’s cute and I love her.

Did you grow up to be what you wanted to be as a child?

Kinda???

I mean, technically, I did actually work as a museum archivist for several months during and after college, and my library job was technically an archive job. But this is work that is hard to come by, and is often done by unpaid volunteers, and I’d like to be paid. 

Currently I work at a job that is nothing that I’d ever want to go to school for, but the pay is good and no one bothers me. That much. 

Are you in a relationship? Who is your crush if not?

Yep, I’m in a relationship with my angel, Verzi. Have been since 2016! I do have a fictional crush (Lucian) and celebrity crush (Michael Sheen. Shockingly not David Tennant, but that’s on the grounds that I want to steal David’s gender. Also, Michael’s my type)

What's something you're good at versus something you're bad at?

I think I’m pretty decent at baking and cooking, I greatly enjoy doing these activities, and I think I’m pretty good at writing when I remember to beta my work. However, I’m terrible with time management, but that’s normal for people with ADHD, especially those who are unmedicated. Oh, and I’m HORRIBLE at learning other languages, but, again, that’s related to my ADHD. I’m trying, but it’s never been easy, even from a young age when I lived in Germany.

Dogs or cats?

Both, but maybe I lean a little more on the side of cats because I have three of them

What's something you'd like to create content for?

I dunno, I make stuff for the things I really like all the time, it’s just a matter of actually doing it or not. But then again... there’s this au someone has on twitter that I really like ant for, but I have no idea how to talk to the creator about doing so (mostly it’s a language thing). 

What's something you're currently obsessed with?

*gestures in the direction of Good Omens, Doctor Who, Bendy, and the GOEU* 

I dunno, the usual offerings on this blog and on my side account if you know where to look. 

What's something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

Hmmmm... work stuff. I legit happy with the work schedule I had gotten, and I was actually starting to get some decent sleep cause I wasn’t always stuck to four night shifts a damn week, but then a coworker threw a fit and quit on the spot over something stupid and now we’re scrambling to figure out how to give everyone enough hours. 

What's a hidden talent of yours?

When I was a kid, and my memory issues weren’t as severe as they are now (three comas and adhd will do that to a man), I used to be able to quote, word for word, whole episodes of shows I really liked. From Spongebob to YuGiOh, kids paid me to do these things at recess cause it was entertaining. I can still... sorta do this, but nothing like back in the day. 

Nowadays, the only hidden talent I can think of is that I’m double jointed in my hands like my mom, unlike my dad and siblings. They can’t fuck up their fingers like we can (I can even bend my thumb behind my hand) 

Are you religious?

I guess? I’m a Methodist (who doesn’t go to church) who also practices Buddhism and looks into the beliefs of Daisim.    

What's something you wish to have at this moment?

For someone else to clean out my drawers and closet to get rid of old clothing I don’t want anymore, because right now I’m getting things ready for when I move out of my apartment in a few weeks.

I’m not big on tagging people, but anyone can do this if they want to.

[megan-loves-surveys]

I have no idea what number we are up to, so just say this is entry 15 lol.

What was the last bad thing that happened to your phone? My phone is in great condition, not even a crack or a scratch on it.

Have you ever been with someone while they were throwing up? Yes, but I hated every second of it.

Who was the last person you talked to on instant messenger? My boyfriend.

Would you rather get pregnant at too young an age or never be able to reproduce? Never be able to, cos I don't want kids.

Have you ever gotten alcohol poisoning? No.

Do you do your own laundry? I don't, cos my Mum insists on doing it.

Do you currently have a hickey? No.

Ever had a near death experience? I've been hit by a car and almost died, if I'd been 1cm in a different direction I'd have died on impact.

Have you ever kissed in the rain? Yes.

What are you excited for? In the next week or so, not much. But there's some fun stuff coming up.

Have you been to the beach this year? No.

Would you put your life on the line for anyone? Hmm.

Are there any bruises/cuts on your body? Not at the moment.

What was the last app you downloaded on your phone? I think it was the new Ticketmaster app.

Have you ever been to any supposed haunted locations? Did you experience anything weird? No, but I so want to.

What breed was the last dog you saw? Not sure, but it was really small and really cute.

Who was the last person to sleep in your bed? Apart from me, my boyfriend.

What’s something you’re obsessed about right now? The new songs on the 20th anniversary edition of Girls Aloud's WWTNS album. There's 3 songs they never used, and they're all AMAZING. I can't stop listening to them!

Do you date outside your own race? Oh yeah, sure.

What are some of your turn-offs? Heavily into religion (if you're religious but don't mention it constantly, that's cool), doesn't want to go out and do stuff, super hairy (some hair on their chest and that is hot but please don't look like a sasquatch xD) etc.

Were you present at any major historical events (e.g. 9/11)? No.

How many chairs are in the room you’re currently in? Two - my computer chair and a Wrestlemania chair from Mania 35, that I use to put clothes on lol.

Have you been craving any particular snack lately? Which? Always chips.

Can you recall the first film you ever saw at a cinema? No clue.

Who was the last person you had a good giggle with? My Mum.

Have you had any news of any kind lately? Not really.

How many times in your life would you say you’ve been in love? Once, currently <3

Do people hang up flyers around your neighborhood? No.

Are you an aunt/uncle? Would you like to be? I'm an only child, so I can't ever be lol.

Do you have raccoons where you live? No.

Do you ever keep fresh flowers in the house? No.

Have you ever made graffiti? Kinda - I used to skip maths classes at primary school to sit in the toilets, and I ended up graffitiing them lol. They called a school assembly to talk about it and everything xD They never found it was me, so I'm sorry to my school!

Do you know anyone who has a hearing deficit? Yes.

What makes a person physically beautiful to you? It's hard to pinpoint cos the guys I like all look COMPLETELY different to each other. Like my boyfriend doesn't look anything like the wrestlers and singers I think are hot lol.

Would you miss winter if it never came back? Why or why not? Hell no, I hate cold weather.

Does bad weather ruin your day? Why or why not? It depends what I'm doing - if I have to be outside a lot, then it would ruin it.

How long has it been since you moved out of the house you grew up in? I moved out of there in 2004, so 20 years this year!

What color shirt are you wearing? No shirt, I'm wearing a purple playsuit.

What was the last flavor of ice cream you ate? Chocolate.

What is your favorite type of soup? Chicken noodle.

What is your favorite board that you’ve made on Pinterest? -

What was the last thing you ate or drank that was blue raspberry-flavored? A candy/lolly of some sort probably.

What was the last flavor of tea you drank? I don't like tea.

What type of fruit do you eat the most? Kiwifruit.

Do you enjoy going to your local county fair? -

What was the last video game that you beat? I'm notorious for never finishing games lol. But I finished the first game of the Phoenix Wright trilogy the other day - I've played it numerous times before, but it was the first time I'd finished the one on the Steam version.

Do you like peaches? Yes! Yummy.

Have you ever had lice? No.

Do you believe in astrology? Not really, but it's fun to read about.

Do you like Lady Gaga or does she try too hard? I like her a lot, she's extremely talented. Her albums are great and she's phenomenal live.

Where did you last wear a bathing suit? A pool most likely :P

Do you feel more comfortable with a male or female doctor/nurse? I don't care tbh. As long as they help me, I don't care about their gender.

When’s the next time you’ll be drinking? Not sure tbh.

Did you know you wanted to be in a relationship with the person you are now when you first met him/her? Yes.

What if you found out your partner had a previous sex change? Be very confused, cos there's no way to mistake his man bits for someone who used to be female, lol. But I know you mean would I care if they were trans - if they told me straight up when we first met, then I'd be cool with it.

Have you ever dated someone in the military? No.

Do you know how to make origami? No.

How would you like to be proposed to one day? I don't want that.

When was the last time you saw your brother? -

Do you like chocolate and mint together? I don't like mint.

Have you ever had chocolate-covered gummy bears? Yes.

Think back to your most important relationship, was it all your fault it’s over? I'm still in said relationship.

Do you remember the meanest thing the last person you kissed ever said to you? I can't think of anything truly mean my boyfriend has said to me. He's said things during sex, but they don't count xD

What’s your favorite Coke product? Coke Zero Sugar.

Which of the guys you’ve been interested in hurt you the most? Not sure.

Have you ever kissed someone who had a boyfriend/girlfriend? Probably, I'm sure I've kissed a few people who had partners but didn't tell me.

How many presents do you usually receive on your birthday? Enough, lol.

If you could change one thing about your appearance what would it be? Flatter stomach.

If space were easier to travel, would you want to explore it? No.

Describe the best thing about being inside. You don't get wet when it rains xD

Describe the best thing about being outside. Sometimes fresh air helps me feel better when I feel a bit shit. Also there's a chance to see cats and dogs LOL.

Ever faked an orgasm? Probably.

Do you like the sound of birds chirping, or does it piss you off? Depends how the bird sounds, if it's super screechy then it needs to STFU hahaha.

Ever wanted to be a vet? No.

Ever had an infection of any kind? Oh yeah.

Have you ever held a starfish? No.

What’s your favorite thing from Olive Garden? We don't have that in my country.

Do you use an instant messenger? If so, what is it? FB Messenger and Discord.

Which of your exes is the best looking? Probably... Lee.

Where did your last ex ask you out? At a bar, lol.

Do you consider yourself a nature person?

Not really.

What kind of collection would you like to start?

I have enough collections that I waste money on already xD

What helps you take your mind off your problems?

Playing games or watching YouTube videos.

Who do you miss, if anyone?

A few people.

What do you miss, if anything?

When WWE used to come to NZ lol, they haven't been to my city since 2016 :(

Do you prefer to live alone or live in a family?

I've never lived alone so I can't say.

What states have you visited, that you remember?

Let's see... New York, New Jersey, Massachusetts, Florida, Virginia, Texas, Louisiana, Illinois, Arizona, Nevada, California and I've also been to Washington DC. I've flown through and went on a train through a few others like Washington, Rhode Island and Connecticut. Pretty good for a Kiwi I think lol.

What countries have you visited?

NZ, Australia, USA, UK and I've flown through a few others like Singapore.

What countries do you want to visit?

Japan, France, Italy, Finland, more USA, more UK.

What states would you most like to visit?

I'd go back to most of the ones I've already visited for followup visits to do stuff I missed, not sure about new ones. Maybe Pennsylvania and Georgia to visit Philly and Atlanta.

What are five careers you’ve considered?

Lawyer, librarian, secretary (which is my current job basically), flight attendant and teacher.

Do you use a sunlamp when it’s cloudy?

No.

What’s your latest discovery?

Hmm.

What do you wish your hair looked like?

I wish it was longer and a bit thicker.

Which family member has your exact smile?

Dunno.

Do you still feel anything for the first person you fell in love with?

Yes, we're still together and still in love haha.

What’s one thing you’re behind on?

Mox's indie matches, there's a few I need to catch up on and watch but I'm lazy haha.

Who was the last person you called?

My boyfriend.

Do you take pictures on your phone?

Thousands xD

How old were you the first time you loved school?

Dunno.

How old were you the first time you encountered God?

Never.

Have you ever hallucinated?

Probably.

Do you clean your place often?

Not often, but sometimes. It's not dirty, just messy.

Do you struggle to get by?

I do alright.

What color is your wristwatch?

I have a FitBit, it has a black strap.

If you had a girl and a boy, what would you name them?

I don't want kids, but I'd go with May and Nathaniel.

Who is the best looking male celebrity, in your opinion?

Jon Moxley. He counts, STFU lol.

Do you still miss a friend who betrayed you?

No.

How many subscribers do you have on YouTube?

I rarely upload, I only have a few videos on it from concerts I've been to, but somehow I have 168 subs?

If you’d like to share, what is your screenname on Instagram?

I don't use it.

Do you use Snapchat?

See above.

Do you enjoy typing?

Yes, it's basically my thing lol. I do a lot of it for my job.

Are you a fast texter?

Yes.

Would you rather text or call?

Text.

Do you know anyone who has everything handed to them?

Yes.

Would you ever want to be a famous youtuber?

Maybe, but also probably not.

Do you know anyone who’s colorblind?

No.

[talesofesther]

all that love ever taught me - part 2

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie has loved you for a long while, and slowly, he's trying to show you just how much.

A/N: Hope you enjoy this high dose of cuteness.

Masterlist | Read Part 1 here

What Eddie lacked in courage, you had plenty in stubbornness.

After the pitiful ending to that rainy day, Eddie was starstruck to find you waiting for him on that same brick wall beside the school doors the next day;

He would recognize you from a mile away, leaning back on the wall, backpack laid between your feet, and a bright smile on your lips as soon as you saw him.

Eddie didn't know what to do with himself, his own skin suddenly felt hot and prickly, because you were walking up to him, arms open in an invitation so tempting yet so dangerous.

"Hey ange-" he couldn't finish, his words were muffled by your jacket because you trapped him in a hug, fingers disappearing in his hair as his own arms encircled your waist, carefully, as if you'd break in his hold.

The hug ended quickly and Eddie was partially glad for it, because he had stopped breathing the moment you were less than a meter away from him. His eyes were fixated on you, a soft frown on his eyebrows while he waited for the punchline, for the ulterior motive to your affection.

It never came, all you did was ramble on about; 'where were you, silly? I've been waiting for fifteen minutes, we're almost late for class'.

Eddie could feel his eyes stinging, tears that he desperately gulped back were pooling on the bottom lid of his eyes.

You were too good for him, but he'd be damned if he wouldn't make himself worthy of you.

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That decision was made two weeks ago, and since then Eddie has hardly left your side. He'd carry your backpack around and give you a ride home even if it wasn't raining; he'd sit beside you in class and make you laugh whenever you had a bad day or were bored; he'd leave a little note on your locker almost every day, sometimes there wasn't even anything written on it, just a rough sketch of you through his eyes. And sometimes, when he was feeling brave, he'd take hold of your hand when walking around the school.

He didn't have the courage to put into words what he truly felt for you, but he could only hope his actions spoke for him.

Today, Eddie dragged his feet on the empty school hallways, he had a scowl on his face, pouting as a little kid would. His backpack dragged on the floor as he halfheartedly held one of the straps.

Most teachers are not fond of seeing a student using the lunchroom tables for a catwalk. Eddie was always careful to avoid the vultures. But when one's focused on making a certain special someone laugh, old and boring adults are bound to become a blur.

It earned him some scolding and a fat free pass to detention.

He opened the classroom door to find a few sorry souls almost sleeping on their seats and Mrs. Jones, the teacher responsible for keeping an eye on them; he also found you, right on the last row of chairs in the back of the class, frantically waving him over as if this was the cinema or something.

Eddie raised his hands in a 'what the hell' motion, a comically dumbfounded look on his face as he walked up to you after the teacher grumbled for him to take a damn seat and be quiet.

"Why the hell are you here?" He threw his backpack on top of your table and pulled a chair to sit next to you.

"What? You think I'm such a saint that I can't get detention once in a while?" You raised an eyebrow with a teasing smile.

Eddie snorted, he leaned his elbows on the table, trying to be subtle about wanting to be closer to you. "I just thought you were the textbook good girl type."

You bumped his shoulder with yours, "well, then you don't know me at all, Munson."

You were grinning all sweetly, hands resting on the table close to Eddie's, drawing him in as if there was a gravity field around you and he was nothing but a lonely moon. Just a flick of his fingers and he'd be touching you. "I want to," he said, voice laced with something quiet and timid, as if it was a forbidden fantasy of his, "why are you here?"

The question got you averting your gaze from his, smile faltering ever so slightly, "where's the fun in just telling you?"

"I'm terrible at guessing games, angel."

"Give me your best shot."

Eddie raised a hand to his hair, taking a few strands between his fingers and twirling as he hummed in thought. He could feel your eyes on him, piercing and unwavering.

"You talked back to a teacher?" Eddie tilted his head, chocolate brown orbs meeting your gaze. "Vandalized school property? Maybe… got caught smoking?"

You clicked your tongue, holding back a laugh at his suggestions; "tough luck."

Leaning back on his chair, Eddie lightly raised his hands in surrender; "well, I'm out."

"Afraid you'll remain curious then."

There was something off about the way you avoided telling him, Eddie could see it in the way your smile didn't reach your eyes or by the way your words took on that lower tone that had a shiver going down his back. "Come on, that's not fair."

Your hand landed on his forearm, squeezing softly, "a secret for a secret then, that fair enough for you?" You prompted with a new glint in your eyes.

Eddie chuckled, a shaky sound from the back of his throat. If you asked him to spill his darkest secrets, he would. It scared the hell out of him. He ducked his head, running his tongue over his bottom lip before he took his chance and reached for the hand you had on his arm. The touch was barely there, just his fingertips grazing yours.

"What do you wanna know, angel?"

And then Eddie heard it — because he just realized how goddamn close he was to you, shoulders brushing, noses just a few centimeters apart — the way your breathing grew shallow. He felt the way you tensed. The feeling came off of you in waves and made Eddie gulp, his eyes roaming your face as his stomach turned upside down.

"I've…" You started, and then took a breath, "I've been getting a few notes lately."

Eddie was pretty sure he was a few shades paler already.

"I always find them on my locker, and, I don't know, they make me think of you sometimes," you finished quietly with a shy smile, far away gaze in your eyes before you blinked and focused back on Eddie. "Do you know who sent them?" You asked as if you already knew the answer.

Eddie couldn't look at you, his hands started shaking and he abruptly pulled them away from you. "I uh- I don't…"

You held onto him, palm a bit smaller than his as you threaded your fingers together; "stop pulling away from me, Eddie. Please."

A low curse escaped Eddie's lips, he ran a thumb over your knuckles. His knee was going up and down, the heel of his boot thudding against the wooden floor of the classroom. "Yeah, it was me." He glanced up at you, all flushed cheeks and starry eyes. "Sorry if it… makes things weird."

Boldly as ever, the grasp you had in his hand tightened, and you brought it to your lips, planting a kiss on the back of his hand. "I look forward to them every day, you know?" Eddie felt your words on his skin, the brush of your lips taking his breath away and giving him goosebumps, "kept every single one," you finished.

Eddie turned into mush on your hold, boyish chuckle escaping him as he lowered his head to your shoulder, hiding from your eyes and curling his body toward you because he just about couldn't get enough of you. "Really?" He whispered.

You nodded, he could feel your cheek brushing his curls; "really."

With an everlasting smile, Eddie raised his head to look at you, his chest feeling all fluttery and light now that his secret was out and you liked it. "I think you owe me a secret," he hummed.

The way you dug your teeth into your lower lip caught Eddie's attention; got him thinking of an early night date and how the sweetness of a milkshake would taste on your lips.

"You know Claire? That one prissy girl from the cheer team?" You asked, voice low and just barely tuning into Eddie's ears.

"Nah," he breathed back, too drunk on you.

You stifled a chuckle, he heard it, loved the sound. "A teacher caught me dumping a cup of orange juice on her."

That had Eddie's eyes snapping to yours, his own wide open as he processed what you just said. "What- how did I miss that?"

"They had already dragged you out of the cafeteria for walking on the tables," you shrugged, then your hand held his just a tad tighter, "she was- was saying things about you… and they weren't nice."

"Oh angel," Eddie's expression deflated a little, his free hand tucking strands of hair behind your ear, "don't want you putting a target on your back 'cause of me."

"I don't care about it, Eddie," you shook your head, all fiery eyes and words buttered in some kind of affection that cut through Eddie's heart lovingly, "won't let them talk about you like that if I can do something about it."

Eddie snorted, love bringing an easy smile for him; "my own knight in shining armor."

"More like shitty armor, considering I've been caught."

Averting his eyes, Eddie watched the way your fingers traced the bumps and crannies of his rings and the scars on his fingertips. He leaned his forehead with yours, just for a second, just to know what it felt like to have you, and pulled back; "still more than what this cold heart is worthy of."

A shiver ran from Eddie's chest all the way to his toes when your warm palm came to rest on his shirt, just above the rapid thudding in his chest; "not cold," you said, and he knew you could feel the beating of it, for you, always for you.

Eddie was afraid to speak, afraid to break the spell, his gaze moved from your eyes and to your lips. The same hand you had on top of his heart, slowly traced its path up to his cheek and Eddie's breathing halted. Oh, no one ever held him like he was something precious before.

You leaned in to kiss his lips, all tender and soft, nose brushing his cheek. As if to say; you're worthy of love.

Eddie melted in your touch, his hands grasping your waist in desperation. He caught your lower lip between his own and-

"No making out in my classroom!" Mrs. Jones slapped her wooden table, hard, making both you and Eddie jump apart with a gasp and startling a few sleeping students.

You gave her a tight-lipped smile and a thumbs up. The scene had Eddie feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, he felt the crazy desire to take your hand and run away, find a tree to carve your names and a heart into, and promise to marry you in just a few years.

Raising a finger to your chin, Eddie turned you to him, and he saw it, right then and there; his happy ending gazing back at him with a goofy grin and looking as pretty as a picture. "Angel, will you go out with me?" He breathed, hope dripping from each syllable.

"Took you long enough, Munson"

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[canirove]

 Tino Livramento Imagine

Author’s note: This is another request I got on Wattpad. They just asked for something cute and sweet, and I saw someone I follow on Youtube do this for a date with their partnet, so I thought it could work for this imagine. Hope you like it and thank you for reading! 💜

Masterlist

“I swear it, Tino. If you make me trip and I end up breaking a toe or something…”

“Nothing is going to happen, trust me” he says as he guides me through his house. 

He had texted me and told me to come over, that he wanted to show me something. And when I arrived, he was waiting at the door, an eye mask in his hand and a mischievous smile on his face that meant he had planned some kind of surprise for me. 

“Why do I have to have my eyes covered, tho?” I ask him. “Isn't it enough with having them closed?”

“No, it's not.”

“Why?”

“Because I know you, and you will try to open them without me noticing to see what my surprise is.”

“I don't do that” I say, trying to sound offended.

“Yes, you do” he chuckles. “Ok, there is a step here, be careful. That's it, perfect.”

A step? Which room has steps like these? 

“Are we going outside?” I ask him when I notice a little breeze.

“We are” Tino says. “Which means that now we have a few more steps to go down. Do you want me to carry you or to do it yourself?”

“I don't know which option is worse, to be honest. You carrying me, tripping and both of us falling, or you guiding me, making me trip and both of us falling when you try to help me.”

“Wow, thank you very much for your trust” he laughs. 

“I trust you, Tino. But having my eyes covered like this is scary as hell.”

“Then what do we do?”

“Carry me.”

“Are you sure?” he says. I can't see his face, but I know he is smiling, definitely smirking.

“Yes, carry me. If we fall, at least I'll do it on top of you and it won't hurt that much.”

“Ok” he chuckles before lifting me in the air, the sensation of not feeling the floor under my feet while having my eyes covered being one of the weirdest I've ever experienced. And scary too. “Do you want me to carry you to where my surprise is or do you prefer to walk?”

“Actually, your arms are really comfortable, so if you don't mind carrying me there…”

“It'll be my pleasure” he says, kissing my cheek and starting to walk. “Here, we've made it. I'm gonna put you down, ok?”

“Ok. Now what?” I say once my feet are on the floor again. Or the grass, in this case.

“Now you wait here while I do some finishing touches” he says.

“Is it going to take you too long? I can smell food, and I'm kind of hungry.”

“Just a minute. Be patient” Tino chuckles. “Perfect. You can take off the eye mask.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, c'mon.”

“Ok…” I say, doing as he has told me, my eyes taking a few seconds to adjust to the light in the garden. “What… what is that?”

“This is a cinema screen!” he smiles, pointing at the huge thing standing behind him. 

“What?”

“Remember how a couple of months ago you wanted to go to the cinema to watch a movie with your friends but you couldn't because you weren't feeling well? You were pretty gutted about it, then we couldn't go watch it together because we both were busy, and when we finally found a date the movie wasn't showing anymore.”

“I do remember, yes. What does that have to do with… this?” 

“Well, since we couldn't go to the cinema, I've brought the cinema to us! To you!”

“What?” I say again.

“I saw that the movie you wanted to watch was available online, so I thought… you know” he shrugs. “Because you haven't watched it yet, have you?”

“I haven't, no. It isn't on any platform, so when you say that you saw it online, you mean…”

“That this may not be the most legal cinema out there” he says with a cheeky smile. “But don't worry, the police won't show up here in the garden and arrest us” he laughs.

“What if one of your neighbours report us?” 

“They would never do something like that. I think. But come, look at this” Tino says, taking my hand and walking me towards the huge screen. “It is inflatable, like a bouncy castle, which means that you can put it on a box and keep it somewhere, it barely takes any space. And it comes with speakers and everything, so you only have to connect your laptop or phone to it, and voilà! Your own cinema in your garden!”

“I see… But how did you find something like this?” I ask him. “Like, what do you put on your Google search?”

“I saw it on a YouTube video. This guy I follow bought it for his girlfriend’s birthday party, and all their friends and family watched her favourite movie on it. And once it ended, a video of them together started playing and he proposed to her.”

“What?” 

“Wow, relax those eyes” Tino laughs. “They are about to pop from their sockets.”

“Well, how do you expect me to react when you tell me that… you know.”

“I'm not going to ask you to marry me after the movie is over, don't worry. It would be a bit stupid on my part to tell you this anecdote and then doing it, don't you think?” he chuckles.

“I mean… yeah. Biggest spoiler ever since we are talking about movies.”

“Exactly. And I know that's not something you would like, so” he shrugs. “Anyway, should we start our movie date?”

“Yes” I smile. Because let's face it… this is a very cute date idea. 

“Then please follow me to your seat.”

“Tino, is that a torch?” I laugh.

“Yeah.”

“Why are you using a torch in the middle of the day?”

“Because we are at a cinema, remember? They use this when they walk you to your seat.”

“But it isn't dark, Tino.”

“I know, but… Just come with me” he says while I laugh. “Your seat” he says, pointing with the torch at my favourite spot on the sofa.

“Thank you” I say, sitting down. “Did you bring all this outside on your own?”

“Oh, no, no. Some of the boys came over and they helped me. I am strong…” he says, flexing his biceps. “But not that strong. Now, are you comfortable there? Do you want another cushion?”

“I'm fine, thank you.”

“Good” he says. “Then let me walk you through this wonderful spread of food I've prepared for us.”

“That you have prepared?” I ask him, arching an eyebrow. 

“Yes, me” he says, sticking out his tongue. “Ok, so, first of all, and like in any good cinema, we have popcorn. And they obviously are the classic ones, the ones you like. Then here we have the chocolate corner, where you can find some of your favourites, like Mars bars or M&M’s. And yes, you can only eat the blue and green ones and leave the rest” he says before I ask him. “Over here we have the healthy corner with some homemade hummus and guacamole and different things to dip in, and here are the refreshments. Water, some fizzy drinks… The usual.”

“Wow” I say. “It is… quite impressive. But are you sure you made that guacamole?” I tease him again.

“Whatever” he replies, rolling his eyes.

“Don't get mad, Tino” I say, getting up and wrapping my arms around his body. “I was just teasing you. All this is perfect, I love it.”

“Do you?”

“I do” I smile. “Though there is something missing on that lovely spread of food you've prepared.”

“Really? I made a list with all the things we usually eat while watching movies, and I think I didn't forget anything.”

“Where is the pizza?”

“Oh, that” he chuckles. “That's in the oven waiting for later. I was planning on eating it after the movie while drinking a cheeky beer and commenting what we thought of it. I actually was thinking that we could make it a tradition now that it is a bit warmer outside and we can be in the garden.”

“What?”

“Think about it. We could invite our friends to come over, choose a different movie each day, watch it all together, and then go inside if it gets chilly and talk about the movie while sharing a pizza and a beer. Make our own book club but with movies.”

“That's… that's a wonderful idea!” I smile.

“Really? You like it?”

“Yes! Like, maybe each day we could ask one of our friends to pick a movie, and we could do a ranking, and the food could be related to the movie, and… Tino, you are a genius!”

“Am I?”

“Yes!” I say before kissing him. “Thank you for this. It is the best surprise ever” I smile when we break apart.

“Anything for you” he smiles back. “I love you.”

“I love you too” I say before kissing him again. 

[clarencethemouse]

Hi! Could you maybe write something with Hawk liking Sam's sister but since they're supposed to be enemies they pretend to hate each other in public? It could be a blurb or one shot, whichever inspires you most 💜

This was an interesting idea. Hope I did it justice.

Hope you enjoy, love!

(set in season 2)

Meet Me at Riverside

Y/n LaRusso. 

The room lit up when she stepped foot. Her laughter was infectious; a sound he was more than willing to catch. 

Worst part about loving her was the inability to act on it. 

Hawk and Y/n were an impossibility. They were not supposed to stand each other. Tolerate each other. Her family was adamantly against his dojo and friends; and vice versa. If her family found out - especially her father - simply put, things would not turn out well. The tensions had been turned up after the All Valley. Their friends would judge, rumors would fly, new drama would be sparked. 

Yet in every crowded school hallway, in every shared classroom, his eyes sought hers. 

It was like Romeo and Juliet. Two sides at war find a common ground with starstruck lovers at war with their own odds. Y/n liked to remind him of how the fantastical couple was not really who you would want to be compared to as a couple. Maybe that was true. But Hawk wasn’t ready to let others in on the secret for relationship comparison advice. 

For six weeks they had been sneaking around. Sneaking into each other’s houses was the most dangerous aspect. Hawk had dared it at the beginning and ended up hiding behind a bush under her window for twenty minutes. 

He enjoyed the thrill of a secret relationship. He sought the rush and excitement the constant edge of discover brought. Y/n perked up at the idea to defy the rules every now and then. It offered more excitement than a Miyagi karate lesson ever could. 

But a distracting factor keyed in when her head whipped over her shoulder every five minutes. She was afraid to let their voices raise above a certain level in public spaces. They had a wide friend group, the both of them. There were so many chances to be caught, and to have the entire cover of a Cobra-Miyagi relationship blown. 

Miguel and Sam had tried it. They saw upfront how that turned out. 

There were times Hawk had to remind himself she was worried about her family. Not that she was ashamed to be seen with him. She reassured him of this without fail time and time again. 

They didn’t even know what to call the relationship. Boyfriend and girlfriend? Casual going out? Enemies with benefits? 

Their secrecy was holding firm until one afternoon at the mall. 

Sam, Y/n, and Moon were out for a girl’s day. Hawk and a large group of Cobras were running rabid through the premises. Store owners shouted at them to slow and stop throwing each other around at every other turn. It was a miracle no security worker had thrown them out yet. 

The girls stepped out of the cinema giggling and throwing empty popcorn tubs away. 

The two groups made eye contact from across the floor. Moon threw her head back, whining for there to be one good encounter between the two sides. Unfortunately, Y/n doubted such thing ever would happen. This was the reality she and Hawk had to work around. 

“Look who it is,” Doug snickered, being the first to lead the Cobras to meet the girl trio. 

Tory gave Sam one smug look and took Miguel’s hand in her own. “This is cute.”

Hawk’s eyes fell to the ground. Y/n noticed this and held out a hand of submission. “We didn’t come to fight. Just like you guys,” Y/n stated. 

“Who says we didn’t come here to fight?” Mitch taunted. 

Sam snapped at him, launching forward. “Then you’re more stupid than I took you for!”

Y/n had to pull her back by the sleeve of her sweater. “Stop it!”

“No, I think she should keep going. I could use some fun today,” Tory told her, stepping forward. “You look good today, LaRusso.” She grinned, eyeing Sam down. “But I thought the pudding really evened out your complexion.”

This took all three combined efforts of Y/n, Moon, and Miguel to restrain Sam. “Can you shut the fuck up for two seconds?” Sam screamed. 

“Or what? You’re gonna cry to Mommy?” Mitch laughed. 

Hawk had to bury his face to contain the fury he felt for that boy. Hawk was no skilled person in self restraint. Right now it was taking his entire being not to knock Mitch down then and there. Tory, as well. Hawk was no fan of Sam, just like any of them. But she was Y/n’s sister. When Sam was hurting, so was Y/n. And Hawk was ready to send anyone hurting his girl to the emergency room. 

Tory tilted her head with a faux sweet expression. “Or Daddy?”

“That’s enough, Tory!” Miguel chastised. 

“Guys, can we go one week without fighting?” Moon pleaded, pulling Sam’s arm. She waved Y/n forward. “Do you wanna check out those super cute shoes, Y/n/n?”

Y/n slowly stepped toward Moon. “I agree, Sam. We should go.”

Her stunning, beyond miraculous eyes flitted in Hawk’s direction. A steady tint of rose crept up her neck and cheeks when their eyes met, if only for a millisecond. Hawk wanted nothing more than to kiss that beautiful face. 

After several steadying breaths, Sam nodded in her sister’s direction. “Come on. They’re not worth our time,” she agreed. 

Tory scoffed as the trio of girls sauntered away. Y/n spared one quick glance over her shoulder at Hawk and made a snap decision. 

“Hold up- I need to use the restroom!” She stated, pulling away from her sister. The nearest restroom was only a hallway away. With luck, they would be easy to find once she was out. She sent Mitch and Doug a salty glare before pointing a finger at Sam. “Behave.”

“I’m not the one who needs to behave,” Sam mumbled, rolling her eyes, sliding her hands into her back pockets. 

She began eyeing down the group of Cobras, who seemed to have no urgent need to move on and continue with their day. Moon wordlessly followed Y/n into the restroom. Sam followed suit. Tory watched them leave, chuckling inwardly. 

Miguel shuffled on his feet, tapping Hawk on the arm. “What are we waiting around for?” Miguel whispered. 

Hawk’s whisper of a smile fell. His eyes trained on the white tiled floor. “I don’t know. We should go.”

“I kinda wanna see them again,” Tory admitted, watching the restroom hallway from afar. “The LaRussos get so cute when angry.”

Hawk wished he could vocally agree. Y/n’s eyes narrowed, and she peered up at him in an amusing attempt to intimidate. It never worked. He poked her along sometimes just to keep her huffing in frustration. Then the threats started rolling in that she never followed through with. And when he stepped a certain distance closer, Y/n was never able to hold her frustration much longer. A smile always grew. Her eyes always lit up just the same, brighter than the beaming sun. 

Miguel shot her a look of slight disdain. “Don’t start anything today. I know you and Sam haven’t been getting-”

“I think it’s more than that, Miguel,” Tory shot at her boyfriend. 

In the restroom, Y/n immediately locked herself in a stall and ripped off several squares of toilet paper. As silently as possible, she searched through her purse for a pen. A spare crayon from days of babysitting. Lipstick would do the trick!

Once satisfied with a red ballpoint, she wrote a quick note on the paper and pocketed it. She flushed the toilet for good measure before throwing the stall door open and joining Sam and Moon at the door. 

“So, shoes?” Y/n suggested, throwing a casual arm around Moon’s shoulder. The other girl nodded, if only grateful to move on from such topic of violence they almost reached. 

Moon’s gratification lasted about twenty steps. The Cobras had only moved to stand by the railing. But the girls carried on as usual. Sam returned Tory’s demeaning stare. Y/n sent Miguel a pitiful glance before breaking away from Moon. 

Y/n narrowly passed by Hawk. Their hands touched for a split second - just enough to fit the note in his hand. Hawk’s fingers curled around the delicate paper as she walked away without a visible care. Sam strung her arm through Y/n’s. Just as quick as the confrontation began, it was over. 

Hawk opened the note. Riverside Park. 8. 

He folded it up and placed it in his pocket without his group noticing. He had to turn away to mask the growing smirk on his face. That was his clever girl. Y/n LaRusso. 

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Robin