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fbfh · 4 years ago

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“forever” paxton hall-yoshida x reader

genre: fluffy romance + mutual pining (not too slowburn tho lol)

word count: 3.4k

au: none?? jock x theatre nerd ig

pairing: Paxton x broadway baby!reader

requested: yes !! i hope u like it uwu

warnings: one hell one motherfucking and i think that’s it for swearing?? um brief self deprecating/talking bad abt urself from paxton (bby boy needs a self love boost), reader and paxton are home alone together for a little while but nothing bad happens, uh,,, i think that’s it

summary: when Eleanor can’t run lines with you, she sends over a very attractive, mutually pining substitute.

reccomended songs: “Seventeen” - Tuck everlasting OBC, “The Kiss” -The Princess Diaries score

a/n: i’m p sure i kept the reader p gender neutral but there’s implied slightly long hair, and you play the lead (a girl named winnie) in ur schools production of tuck everlasting but like it’s theatre so anyone can play anyone lol,, this took so got dam long bc i’m fucking s o f t for jock x artist and it just sorta happened lol aLsO,, not super thoroughly edited so there might be a typo or two?? im tired lol

requests r open <3

You had only ever seen two athletes present during rehearsals. Once when Madeline (who at the time was playing Penny in your production of Hairspray) was dating a guy from the soccer team. The other was when the star of the basketball team had come in to give your choreographer pointers for the basketball scenes during High School Musical.

Until now.

You had run onstage part of the way through “Live Like This”, which wasn’t out of the ordinary since so much progress had been made on the costumes. You were still tying the ribbon on your pinafore as you jumped into the song, but when your eyes met a face in the usually empty auditorium, you faltered. You almost sang the wrong verse, but recovered quickly, continuing with the blocking. What felt like a moment later, the number was almost done and you were nearing the end of your counterpoint with Mae Tuck - played by Eleanor, of course. Who could be better for the part? You held out the last note, trying to stay in character despite all the distractions in the back of your mind. You had to talk to Eleanor when the director called for 10; she’d started telling you how Devi was being weird recently. Also, what the Hadestown was Paxton Hall-Yoshida doing chilling in the auditorium? You shoved all that away, focusing on staying in character until the director called for a break.

‘I want to go to the fair. I want to go so badly! I just need a change, need to get out of this house for a little while. I never do anything, so this can’t be asking for too much, right?’

You projected all that into your everything - face, voice, mannerisms, energy.

“Hold!”

Everyone froze.

The director wrote a few things on his paper, sighed, and underlined something several times.

“Okay, good job! I need to revise some of the blocking, then we’ll do notes, so take ten.” Your sudden nerves had definitely made you pitchy, you knew that would be one of your notes for sure.

A chorus of “Thank you ten”s erupted, and you immediately ran to Eleanor, telling the others good job as you passed.

You leaned in and started speaking to her, quietly.

“Okay you need to finish telling me about Devi, and that other news you’re being so cryptic about! Also, what’s up with Fierro over there?” you nodded towards Paxton hoping he wouldn’t see, and you noticed Fab is sitting near him. You realized they’re probably waiting for Eleanor and/or Devi. That must be it, he’s been hanging out with them lately, right? Eleanor gasped.

“You’re right! Paxton is such a Fierro!”

You cringed inwardly a little bit as her voice carried through the auditorium, mixing with the others. Your eyes darted over to him for a fraction of a second. Oh god. He was looking at you. Or in your general direction at least. Lena, the costumer, walked around the set gingerly, following you around and getting you out of your dress incredibly carefully as you and Eleanor walked off stage.

“No! Well, yes- but no. What’s he doing here? Jocks never come here during rehearsals. I saw Fab too, are you guys and Devi getting dinner or something?” You said, entering the auditorium, and stepping out of the dress. You grabbed sweatpants and a silky, floral kimono jacket from your bag to throw over your leotard and tights. She waved back at Fab before sitting down in the front. You both grabbed your fans and dramatically flicked them open in sync. Your wrists fluttered, cooling both of you off. A knowing, and slightly mischievous, look came on her face.

“Devi and Fab and I are. Paxton must be here for something… else.” she shrugged, nodding towards Paxton. You looked over again. He was staring at you. You did a double take and tried to hold back your smile.

“Wh- I do not know to what you are referring.”

“To what I am referring is the blush on his cheeks.”

You barely held back a nervous, bubbling laugh.

“He is not blushing! Why would he be blushing!”

“I don’t know,” She shrugged, “Just like how I don’t know that he’s been loitering in the halls outside the music room during your last three solo music rehearsals.”

You struggled for an answer. Before you could form one, you were interrupted.

“Okay, okay what is the best Lin Manuel Miranda musical? Because Kathryn thinks it’s Hamilton-”

“Duh!”

“-But I think it’s In the Heights! It’s an underrated jewel!” Jonah interjected, still wearing his Jesse Tuck hat.

You considered for a moment.

“I mean, they’re too different to compare. In the Heights has the same energy as Rent - showcasing what goes on in ordinary people’s lives, and how love ties us all together,” he nodded in agreement, “But Hamilton is on a way larger scale, almost Les Mis meets Fun Home vibes. But in terms of personal preference…” Eleanor scoffed at your answer, and Jonah went back to debate further with Kathryn.

“Anyway,” you turned back to Eleanor to ask her what the hell she meant by Paxton Hall-Yoshida was blushing. But before you could-

“Eleanor, we need you to try on your blue dress again,” Lena was already pulling her away, “I had the empire waist in the right place but half the pins fell out, and it’s just...” And she was whisked away before you could finish the thought. You just had time to help Holly get out her wig pins and drink some lemon water before notes. Eleanor still wasn’t back, so you made sure to write down hers for her. It was pretty standard; be quiet backstage, go over your lines, don’t touch props that aren’t yours, don’t eat in costume, and a couple blocking changes you made note of. After your end of rehearsal warm downs and huddle, everyone left relatively quickly. You ducked into the bathroom to freshen up a little. Sometimes it was hard coming down from such intense energy after rehearsal. You mentally ran through your to do list. You needed to get some more tea, write that essay when you got home, go over your notes- You gasped, cutting off your own train of thought. You ran out of the bathroom to look for Eleanor, still clutching her notes in hand.

Your voice still echoed in Paxton’s ears. He wished he had a whole album of you singing. Your voice made him want to ruin his spotify algorithm by listening to nothing else. You had looked at him a couple times, and his heart had almost stopped. He didn’t know eye contact could be so intense. It’s probably just cause you’re like, the only person in the audience. Where else is she supposed to look? He deflated a little. He heard his name and looked over to you and Eleanor talking together. Hopefully it was about him. Hopefully it was good. He checked his phone, trying to look busy. When he glanced up to see if you were looking, you were gone. He started to look around for you when he saw Eleanor waving at Fab, and sure enough, you were next to her. What he didn’t expect was you dropping your dress to the ground. Time slowed down (and his heart sped up) as you stretched a little, and pulled out sweatpants from your bag.

Wow.

You had on what looked like a bathing suit on underneath, and a few other people had done the same, but he knew that image would be in his memory, probably forever. His heart was beating in his ears and he knew he must be blushing.

“You okay, Paxton?” Fab asked, a seat or two away. Oh god, he didn’t want people asking why he blushed every time he looked at you! He muttered something about needing to make a call and headed for the doors. Don’t look back at her, don’t look back at her… His eyes involuntarily darted in your direction right before he left. You had on a flowy translucent jacket, your hair thrown back supermodel style as you fanned yourself to cool down. He needed to cool down too. Maybe a cold shower, a really cold shower.

You managed to find Eleanor just before she left. Two girls were with her, you had seen Fab once, and you’d heard a lot about Devi, but had never been introduced.

You gave Eleanor her notes, and she hugged you.

“You’re a lifesaver!”

“Of course, I-”

“Uh, who’s this?” you looked over, and the shorter girl - Devi, based on what you’d heard about her - was giving you a weird look. You introduced yourself.

“Nice to meet you. How do you know Eleanor?” said the taller girl - definitely Fab.

“Oh,” you smiled, “she’s my almost mother in law. And my arch rival,” you counted on your fingers, “my sister, my niece, my lover, my husband, and…” you trailed off, trying to think of the other dynamics your characters had had in past shows.

“Your co-conspirator.”

“Right,” you laughed. Devi and Fab looked at you two.

“We’re in the musical together.” you clarified. You were about to part ways when you called to Eleanor, “Hey, we’re still on for running lines tomorrow night?”

“Uh… Sounds good!” she walked away quickly, speaking to Devi and Fab in hushed tones. Something was definitely up. That was typical Eleanor Scheming behavior.

That night, you almost couldn’t sleep. This wasn’t the normal post rehearsal can’t sleep. In fact, Tuck Everlasting was the last thing on your mind as you readjusted your pillows and snuggled into your duvet. You stared at the neon blue stars projected and swirling on your ceiling. You sighed. Again. Your brain was a 24/7 livestream of Paxton Hall-Yoshida to relax/study to. You saw him again, his face in the dimly lit auditorium, Adonis in a sea of faded seats. If you hadn’t been sure before, you knew now that red was definitely his color. You rolled onto your side. Your heart picked up speed as a thought crossed your mind. You could almost see Paxton now, kneeling next to you, his fingertips brushing your cheek. The piano underscore to “Seventeen” ran through your mind. You could imagine him saying “Wait with me, we could share the world…” so vividly it almost hurt. He leaned in, and…

You let out a loud sigh and rolled over again. Your heart was fully saturated. That’s more than enough pining for tonight.

“Paxton!”

He was a little surprised when Eleanor just walked up to him at lunch the next day. Most people were too intimidated to approach him out of the blue.

“I have a plan.”

“Uh, I don’t know what you-”

“Cut the crap, I know you like her.”

His face blanched. Well, yeah of course he did. Who wouldn’t? He was going to ask Eleanor if there was something he could do to win you over, just not here, not now. Not where everyone could watch and jeer and rib him for it. Just like they were doing now.

“Woah, dude, who is it?” Trent asked. He fumbled for words. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He hadn’t kept his crush a secret because he was embarrased of you, he’d kept it a secret because his dumbass friends wouldn’t get you. Hell, he barely got you. You were so deep, and emotive, and artistic...

“Bro, if you like her as much as it seems like you do,” Trent continued, “you gotta win her over.” He was a little shocked at the agreement murmuring through his group of friends. He didn’t know how to respond. Trent turned to Eleanor.

“What’s the plan, drama mama?”

“First of all,” she said, an almost humorously dangerous look on her face, “never call me that again. Second,” she shoved some papers into Paxton’s hands, “meet me in the music room immediately after school.” She started back for her table. Trent looked back over to Paxton.

“You gotta do it, dude. We’ll cover for you at swim.”

The rest of his friends agreed. He was pleasantly surprised at how supportive they were being.

“Yeah, I guess... we’ve got a plan.”

The next day went by pretty smoothly. No rehearsal was scheduled since they were finishing construction for some of the sets, but everyone was instructed to do a couple read throughs of the script, focusing on scenes they’re still forgetting, to make sure everyone’s off book. You stopped by 7 Eleven to get a blue slurpee (for homework) and a couple coconut waters (for run throughs). You texted Eleanor on your way to the slurpee machine.

okay so do you like the mango coconut water or the pineapple one?? It’s the mango one right?? i always forget lmao

sent at 4:16 pm

btw I don’t have that much homework so you can probs come by around 5:30 if you’re ready by then

sent at 4:16 pm

Bae Tuck

OMFG!! I totally forgot about running lines tonight, I can’t make it! :( but I’ll send someone over to help you out. :)

sent at 4:17 pm

You squinted at your screen. That was weird. Eleanor never used colon parentheses smilies. Like, ever. She always used emojis, and usually way more than two per text.

yeah np, are u good? ♡

sent at 4:17 pm

Bae Tuck

Yes :)

sent at 4:18 pm

Bae Tuck

Also get the passionfruit one 🥥🍠 👀

sent at 4:18

that’s,,, el that’s a sweet potato,,

sent at 4:19 pm

Bae Tuck

Close enough 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

sent at 4:19pm

...Okay? That was definitely weird. You shook it off and headed for the counter to pay. You stopped half way there, and turned back to swap the mango for passionfruit.

Not long after you had finished your homework and tidied up your room a little, the doorbell rang. You exited the kitchen, drinks in hand, and opened the door. Your heart caught in your throat. Paxton Hall-Yoshida was standing outside. And you were pretty sure he looked nervous. You both just stood there for a second. No one breathed, no one spoke.

“Uh, hi, do you want to…” you backed up, motioning for him to come inside.

“Yeah, thanks,” he said, entering the doorway. Paxton motherfucking Hall-Yoshida was in your living room. You held out a hand to him.

“Coconut water?” he took the box, looked at the label, and smiled.

“Yeah, thanks,” he said again, this time a faint, yet unmistakable note of joy in his voice. He took a sip. He smiled.

“Passionfruit’s my favorite.” You silently thanked Eleanor, who you knew must have planned all this. Most of the evening was a blur, and you thanked god your family wasn’t home right now. You went upstairs, texted Eleanor asking what the actual fuck, made some surprisingly comfortable small talk, then filled him in on how to run lines.

“Do you think playing the soundtrack would help you… get into character?” he asked.

“I would probably just end up singing the whole thing,” You laughed and tried to ignore the butterflies in your chest. The main scene you struggled with was before “Seventeen”. It was harder to get into Winnie’s head because you had no romantic feelings for Jonah, and you always just made each other laugh. You had started with a few easier scenes of Winnie and Jesse, like the fair, and the dialogue before “Top of the World”.

“That was really good,” he said, and you felt the sincerity of his words.

“Thanks…” you smiled and took a sip of coconut water, hoping you weren’t blushing too hard.

“So what next?” he asked.

“Probably the scene before ‘Seventeen’,” you said, giving him the page and scene number, “it’s one of the hardest ones for me. I guess I just can’t connect to Jonah the way Winnie does.”

“Huh,” he said, skimming the page. When you looked up at him, he had something between a smile and a smirk playing at his lips. You made yourself look away before you got too distracted. You refused to think about the fact that you were sitting across from Paxton Hall-Yoshida on your bed, in your room, like you were… close with each other. His eyes skimmed the script, finding the dialogue. He glanced up at you and nodded, indicating he found his place. You began.

“I was so afraid you wouldn’t get away,” you said, jumping into character.

“I may be 102, but I can still outrun anyone,” a smile played at his lips. You smiled, then let your face fall.

“I’m so sorry, I-I tried to warn you-”

“No, no,” he interjected almost seamlessly, “It’s okay, it’s… refreshing having someone look after me who isn’t my mom.” His eyes flickered between your face and the page. You smiled with him for a second, then let distress cloud your face.

“Jesse… that man came by my house today. He heard the music box, he knows about you-”

“I know he knows…”

You continued on with the scene and he trailed off when he came to the sheet music for the song Seventeen. You took in a breath to start the dialogue in the middle of the song, but before you could…

“Six years from now you will turn seventeen,

Turn seventeen,

The same age as me,

Six years from now,

Go to the spring,

Go to the spring and drink…”

He was singing to you. He was looking at you and singing to you. His eyes only flickered down to the page to confirm the lyrics. He was nervous, you could tell. But through his hesitance, the emotion in his voice was sincere. Your heart was beating faster. You didn’t even notice your pulse was ringing in your ears, you were too focused on Paxton.

“I'll wait for you till you turn seventeen,

Turn seventeen,

The same age as me,

Six years from now,

Go to the spring,

Go to the spring and drink…” Your hand rose to cover your mouth. He hesitated, and you remembered your dialogue.

“Uh, wh-what if I… forget where the spring is?” He reached out and took your free hand in his. Your pulse was off the charts. “I’ll go get you some water. Just… remember to keep it somewhere safe. Somewhere no one will find it.” You got the feeling he wasn’t just talking about the water. You knew he had never really been in a serious relationship before, and it clicked suddenly - if he learned an entire song to duet with you, just how much he must like you. You exhaled a breathy laugh, unsure how to process the sudden euphoria you felt.

“You make the world sound so… exciting. I just want to drink the water right now!”

“Uh, no. You have to wait.” you both smiled, anticipating the upcoming joke.

“Why?” you ask, “What’s the difference?” You held your breath as he tried not to laugh through the delivery of the punchline.

“Believe me,” he rubbed his thumb over your hand, “there’s a difference.” You both chuckled, and he continued singing. You were so focused on him, so… touched that he would do all this for you.

“Winnie, wait with me,

And we could be married,

Winnie, wait with me,

And we'll share the world,

Winnie, you can stop time,

And live like this,

Forever…”

“I could live like this forever,” you echoed.

“Live like this...” you sang in tandem.

“What do you say, Winnie? Do you want to…” he broke character suddenly, and asked, his eyes boring into yours, “Do you want to go out some time?”

He could see the adorable smile blooming on your face, even from behind your hand. You nodded.

“Yes, I-I would love that,” and you began to sing the last line in the song, “Forever-”

But before you finished holding out the note, his lips were on yours. His mouth moved slowly, intentionally, against yours. You followed his lead, flustered. He leaned further forward, his palm caressing your cheek. It was everything you imagined it would be, and you had quite the imagination. Your head was angled up and your hands rested themselves on his back, one tracing little shapes. Your shoulders were pressed against each other and neither of you could think. He was so warm. He tasted like coconut and passion fruit, and a distant part of your mind silently thanked Eleanor again.

You really could live like this forever.

#paxton hall yoshida x reader #paxton hall yoshida #never have i ever #nhie #nhie x reader #never have i ever x reader

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cesarinthefreezer · 4 years ago

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Some notes before you guys read. If you didn’t see my post I had an idea for a fic about the reader being a Cosplayer how gets transported to the jojo universe while they are cosplaying and they run into the character they are dressed as. I hope you guys enjoy the first chapter. I plan on having 3 or 4 total

Fancy seeing you here

Chapter 1

Rohan Kishibe

It’s a warm Thursday morning. It’s the first day of the convention you’ve been looking forward to for months. You’ve been staying up till god know when , sewing and building your cosplays. Styling wigs and gathering props when you have free time after class. Day 1 is Rohan Kishibe. Your number 1 favorite character. You’ve decided to go with his iconic white crop jacket outfit with gold pen tip pendents and an iconic gold head band. With your perfectly styled green wig on and your fountain pen and part 4 manga book in hand you make your way to the convention center.

As you walk down the street to meet up with your friends you feel a sudden jolt of energy and black out. When you wake up you are laying on the side walk, but you don’t recognize the street you are on. You get yourself to your feet and take in your surroundings. You don’t see any signs of the convention center or anyone in cosplay.

“Hey Rohan Sensei!”

You jump at the voice coming from behind you,

‘Thank god someone recognized my character’

You spin around to greet the person calling out to you. When you finally see the face of the voice you can’t believe your eyes.

“Wow that has to be one of the best Josuke cosplays I’ve ever seen”

The young man pauses and his jaw drops

“You’re not Rohan, you’re dressed like him but you’re not Rohan who the hell are you?”

You take a second to look him up and down

“Of course im not actually him he’s not real, but I have to say you’re Josuke is incredible, you look as if you walked right out of the manga, are you on your way to the convention”

In that moment the man dressed as Josuke grabs your wrist

“I’ve never seen you before how do you know my name, and what do you mean cosplay? This is what I look like everyday and you never explained why you are dressed like Rohan”

Pulling your wrist free you push the young man away from you and take off running down the street. You run for a few blocks before coming to what looks like a city map. It reads;

“Morioh City Map”

You freeze before opening the manga you remember you brought with you, the Morioh map in the book matches the map in front of you.

“What the actual hell is going on here I can’t seriously be in Morioh it isn’t real”

You look around to see buildings on the street line up with buildings illustrated in your book. You punch yourself in the leg several times

“Wake up, wake up, this isn’t real... wake up”

To your surprise you don’t wake up.

“If this really is Morioh then that young man was really Josuke, and I’m not in my own reality anymore, how did I even get here...... and I’m dressed up like Rohan Kishibe, god the people here are gonna think I’m crazy or that I’m actually him”

After you calm yourself down you realize this experience is kinda like a dream come true. You’re in your favorite universe. And you got to meet Josuke Higashkita. You spend the day exploring the city since you’ve read the book you know it like that back of your hand. As you explore you are careful to stay out of sight of any major characters. However a few people have greeted you as “Rohan Sensei” they think you are actually him. As you roam around you happen to see Koichi and Yukako on a date, and Okuyasu walking into tonis, but you make sure that they don’t see you.

You’ve yet to see Rohan himself, but you assume he’s most likely working in his studio. As much as you don’t want him to see you, you can’t help but wander the streets till you come across his house. You feel butterflies in your stomach.

Rohan’s character has always held a special place in your heart, hell the manga you brought along with you is the one where he makes his first appearance. The illustrations of his house are spot on to the building in front of you. After looking the house over you decide you should move on to avoid being seen. As you turn to walk away you feel some one grab you and spin you around, but before you can see the persons face you black out.

When you wake up you are on a soft, plush green couch. When you regain all your senses you finally see the person who grabbed you, hes standing above you with your manga in hand. The person staring you down is none other than Rohan Kishibe himself.

“Who are you?... why are you dressed like me, and why am I in this book of yours”

You sit up swiftly and look him in the eyes

“You just used heavens door on me didn’t you, wouldn’t that have a told you everything?”

Rohan drops the book on the floor

“How..... how did you know about my stand? And when I tried to read your pages they were blank.... you have some explaining to do”

You’re jaw drops, his stand doesn’t work on you because you’re not from his universe that has to be why

“My....my name is y/n. I’m not from here”

Rohan rolls his eyes

“That was blatantly obvious”

“I mean I’m not from this universe, where I’m from you aren’t real, this town isn’t real, it’s all just a story”

You stand up and grab the book flipping through the pages till you come to Rohan’s pages

“Where I’m from people who are fans of these books, which became a tv show dress as their favorite characters and go to conventions... that’s why I’m dressed like you”

Rohan braces himself on the couch before sitting down to process what he had just hear. After he calms down he looks up at you and smiles

“So does that mean I’m your favorite character?”

You smile

“Yes, you are, ever since you were introduced to me in the manga I fell in love with you. Your style and attitude reminded me a lot of myself”

Rohan lets out a laugh

“ A lot of people wish they could be me, you’ve really taken it to another level.... I’m flattered. Say... that do you actually look like

You blush

“ well what are you waiting for... of with the costume”

You stare at him

“I don’t have any other clothes”

He rolls his eyes

“We are both adults here just strip to your underwear, I won’t disrespect a young lady like yourself”

You remove the crop jacket and toss it on the couch then move to take of the head band and wig.

“I need a wet cloth to take of this make up if you don’t mind”

Rohan stands up and walks to his kitchen. Meanwhile you remove your wig cap, then your pants and crop top. Leaving you in your bra and underwear. Rohan returns and hands you the cloth, you wipe of your contour and green eyebrows.

“There it’s all off, you happy?”

Rohan looks you up and down

“I have to say your have quiet the talent for becoming other people, you pull me of very well for a woman... you can put your clothes back on now”

Slipping your pants and crop top back on you leave off the jacket and wig. You sit on the couch next to Rohan and explain what your universe is like and how much he means to you.

“I just don’t know how to get back to my world, I mean I don’t live here at all where am I gonna stay?... what am I gonna do?”

Realizing this send you into a panic, you start hyperventilating and crying, you then burry your face in your hands. A few moments pass before you fell a warm set of arms hold you

“Y/n it’s alright, you can stay with me till we figure out how to get you home. I don’t usually care for people all that much, but seeing how much you care about me, a person who doesn’t really exist in your world inspires me”

Hearing Rohan’s words you begin to calm down.

“Thank you Rohan, I can’t tell you how much of a dream come true this all is, in fact I’m afraid that I am dreaming still.”

Rohan smiles and grabs his sketch book

“I don’t know how long you’ll be here but I wanna capture you before you leave”

You sit quietly as Rohan sketches away thinking about how you wish you could stay here forever

“Finished, one sketch of you as you are and one sketch of you as me”

He flips around his sketch book and shows you his work, you take it in and start to cry

“Rohan, you are amazing and I wish I was half the person you are”

Rohan rips the sketch from his book

“I’m going to hang this on the wall in my studio, because I wish I was half the person you are y/n. Now let’s get you to bed it’s getting late and we have a big day tomorrow, I’m going to show you around the whole city”

Rohan leads you to the guest room, and says goodnight. You get in bed and think of the amazing day you had as you drift off to sleep.

The next morning Rohan rushes into the guest room to find it empty. You are nowhere to be found. His head falls in disappointment

“ I don’t think she’d be gone so soon, I do hope to see her again someday”

When you wake up you find yourself back in your room laying in bed in full cosplay, manga in hand. You are relived to be home but you start to cry knowing you’ll probably never see Rohan again. He will remain a fictional character here in your world. Opening your manga just so you can see his face again, you flip to a page of him sitting in his studio. As he is illustrated sitting at his desk working ,you catch a small detail , to his right there is a sketch pinned to the wall. A tear falls from your eye landing on the page, the sketch is the one he did of you.

#fanfic #jojos bizarre adventure #diamondisunbreakable #rohan #rohan x reader #jojo part 4 #rohan kishibe #jjba #jjba/reader #jjba x reader

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artificialqueens · 6 years ago

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les fleurs de l'enfer (Branjie) - PinkGrapefruit

A/N - yes i swear im working on some non-branjie, fight me. anyway, this is hanahaki, the lowercase and the pronouns are a style choice, @freykitten is an awesome beta, @aftificialqtip is a babe and also gets title credits (as promised) and as usual, all characters are my own interpretation. Hit me up if you enjoy it and please send me prompts if you want some more non-branjie xx

when he first lays eyes on her, he knows he is doomed. it is like a fairytale, some sort of witchcraft as he feels his heart fall out of his chest and onto the floor, he tells himself the pounding is a symptom of excitement, it is not a symptom of her.

he goes over to say hello, greets each queen with a canadian smile and soft hugs. nina is the loudest and as he hugs her, warmer and harder than the rest, he asks why the room smells of roses. the look she returns is full of the deepest kind of pity, cruel to both the recipient and the purveyor. her eyes turn wet and she grips on harder, pulling him deeper into her. when she lets go, she gives him a wet smile. he hopes the rest of the competition hasn’t noticed. he does not understand her reaction.

he watches her undress with a sense of longing that is too new to fathom. her hair remains perfect despite the heavy wig that was stacked on top and through the glitter, layered thick over her small frame, he swears he can see a different kind of sparkle. he looks away before she can catch him staring, he does not need the world to try to understand what he himself cannot. he does not wish to share this yet. brooke fails to notice that she is watching him too.

his mouth tastes like sap and cigarettes. he smoked every day, trying to remove the bitter taste from his mouth but to no avail. it would always return, as reliable as morning breath and morning wood. similarly, the smell of roses clung to him, no matter how many showers he took. when he asked nina about it, four days into the competition, she told him he smelled like cedarwood and walked away.

he’s de-dragging after the second runway when it happens. one second he’s wiping off his eyeliner, the next his throat is raw and eyes watering frantically. when he finally opens them there is blood in the sink and a single, perfectly formed rose petal. it stares at him as he looks on in confusion. there is no explanation that he can think of, doesn’t understand why it is there or how it ended up scratching in his throat. tears threaten to fall but they don’t. later, in bed, he will struggle to remember if the petal was red, or if that was his blood.

its nina who he tells. he’s convinced himself that he’s insane, its the competition getting to him. that he just swallowed one of vanessa’s petals when he hugged her in that goddamn libra costume. as he thinks about her the taste gets stronger. he doesn’t notice the correlation.

nina looks at him like you would look at a child who broke their arm. her voice is soft and kind and yet the words are like punches. they are well placed in his soft flesh and suddenly his fingers are deep into his own arms, scratching till he reaches blood.

she speaks of a flower disease. hanahaki or something like that. she talks about unrequited love and time limits and then, as sweetly as she began, she asks if he knows who it is. he cannot blink back the tears that threaten to fall, just lets them pour out of him like a lifeforce, draining. he tells her that they were roses, goddamn flaming red roses. she just holds him, she understands.

he asks again, it’s the end of the first day of episode three and he’s collected his mind up. he’s locked away the flowers like a hoarder would with their possessions, placed them in a box marked ‘do not open’. he hopes that he will not get any more, lest he needs a bigger one.

she tells him it passes through generations, skips some, maybe a few. says she has it too but she has not met her love. he feels like he should pray for her, he is far from religious but also knows that the taste of sap is unpleasant. he loves her enough to want to spare her from the pain. she talks about how she is worried by every new face, glad when the people she meets smell like earth and fires and grapefruit, and how she once kissed a man that smelt like honeysuckle.

he asks if he will die. she only says she hopes not.

they kiss in the workroom, it is a greeting but to brooke it feels almost like a goodbye. they smile across the room and he drinks in every second, watering the rose garden that is growing in his lungs, prays that the thorns do not puncture him before pruning season. nina said he would have years, the flowers seem to disagree.

they kiss in untucked as he tries frantically to calm her down. with every panicked inhale she takes, he mirrors her and he feels petals dislodge. he has to run to the bathroom at call time, coughs up a petal into the toilet and sends thanks to the lords above that his lipstick is red. nina gives him a look as he returns, barely in time. he smiles, fragile and flimsy and it tastes like blood.

from then on they act like a couple, hugs and tactile gestures thrown around like confetti. it feels like he’s walking on a cloud but they do not talk about it. they use words like ‘crush’ and ‘good friends’ and it feels oh so middle school as he explains his feelings to nina. she points out that he didn’t need to do that at all, he’s still coughing up petals and he tells her that he just wants to feel normal, begs that she allows him that. they don’t talk about it again.

the petal amnesty lasts until vanessa’s third lipsync. he is watching from the back, cheering her on like the supportive kinda-boyfriend he is when he feels something climbing his throat. nina swears that he turned blue as he tried to suppress the gnawing urge to choke up whatever was caught. he scarcely makes it off the stage before he’s vomiting up his own blood, warm and heavy into the sink of the disabled bathroom. nina runs in after him, keeps the wig off his face as he surrenders his lungs to the white tiles. she counts three petals til he hastily turns on the tap, notes the deep red colour even as they are washed of the blood. he picks them out of the filter and wraps them in toilet paper, squeaks out a ‘coming’ when production knocks on the door. the paper goes in the bin and she wipes a droplet of blood off his chin before they head back out. vanessa smiles at him, happy and loving and when she kisses him he prays she cannot taste the blood. if she can, she makes no mention of it.

they celebrate the top five with sex, hot and needy and when they are done he drops sweet kisses on her head, relishes in the way the room doesn’t smell of roses. he wakes up the next morning to the taste of sap on his tongue, knows that it is not over yet.

the night he sends her home, he watches as her eyes turn dark. as she promises him something, he tunes out, feels vines scratching at his diaphragm, whole orchards in his lungs. she is angry, and she is hurt and none of it is directed towards him but all of it is. he spends the following nights crying into one of her hoodies, sprays so much cologne on it he can almost forget that it smells like roses. like his whole goddamn world smells like a rose garden on a summers day. he can’t understand how it hurts him so much.

as he packs up his things, safely in the top four, he finally opens up her note. he cries as he reads it, watches the ink smudge under the weight of his tears. he picks up the pointe shoes he wore that night, notes the spots of blood on the toes and vows to get them cleaned. pointe shoes are expensive he justifies, like he can’t buy more. he doesn’t think about where the blood is from, just needs to rid himself of the evidence.

he coughs up a petal on the plane home, disguises it as travel sickness before burying his nose back into the worn copy of “adventures of tess of d’urbervilles”, tries to forget his own life for a second.

he calls his momma. when he tells her about the petals she relays folk story after folk story, family member after family member. he questions at length why she had never warned him and her answer hurts more than the roses. “i didn’t think you’d need warning” she tells him and he can hear her sorrows through the crinkly connection. he cries that night, heavy sobs wracking his body as he remembers every moment with her in his mind. a cinema of memories playing in imax and he’s the only person in the audience to watch. he remembers his mouth grasping at his straw as he watched her fight with such ferocity he promised himself to never get on the wrong side of her.

he checks his phone religiously, coughs up petals every few days. calls nina like she’s his mother and his mother like she’s an old friend, long forgotten. he almost forgets about her for a few months, although he smells roses as if they were planted all over tennesee.

then he gets an email. it tells them, in a group email, to play up their relationship when the show starts airing. he finds it patronising and embarrassing to be told in such a public manner, feels like it undermines what they had. if he had any guts at all he would call vanessa, tell her she means the world to him and he needs her to come back. he’d tell her about the rose garden in his chest. how it’s always in full bloom and he can’t breathe without thinking about her. how when his breath hitches, it’s the thorns scratching lines into his lungs, scars that will always remind him of her. of them.

if he was an asshole, he might even tell her that this has a time limit. that it could run out if he’s not careful and that every mouthful of sap brings him nearer to his deathbed. but he is not cruel enough to be kind to himself, just kind enough to give her freedom from the flowers in his heart and his lungs and his mind.

one night, when he’s lonely and a week away from the cast reveal, he finally googles roses. he reads about the colour types and how to grow them. tips for first-time gardeners and how to prune them for maximum growth. he reads that red roses mean true love but wonders why his have so many thorns.

he sees her across the room on press day, dressed not in red, but pink. he reapplies his lipstick, he switched to red after he started choking up the petals so regularly it ruined the perfect nude he used to apply. they do not talk, sit on opposite sides of the room for no one’s benefit but their own, although, by the end of the day, he begins to doubt even that.

nina follows him around like a puppy, he jokes that she’s his emotional support animal and between interviews, she tells him she found a man that smells like sweetpeas and how grateful she is that he can smell it too. how they both cough up petal but are learning to love each other. he is so jealous and it hurts him to think about how he could have a chance at love one day.

they make eye contact across a crowded room and then the vines constrict and he throws up a whole rosebud into a trash can. he assumes the new yorkers walking past must have seen weirder things. he hopes so because he is a man in a wig throwing up flowers and attention is the last thing he needs right now.

watching himself fall in love on tv breaks his heart a little more. he wakes up to blood on his pillows and rose petals between his teeth. when the blood hits his bathroom tiles he thinks it looks like drag jewels, cheap and hard but beautiful. he thinks he looks like drag jewels these days.

he does viewing parties, always takes cigarette breaks in between numbers and show clips. the only lipstick he wears is a deep red that doesn’t move in the face of stomach acid and crushed dreams. people ask about them, they call it a showmance and laugh it off. they flirt on twitter like they have been told but it feels too real to brooke. he hands his account over to his best friend and tells him to be nice, he hopes vanessa doesn’t notice.

it’s slipped his mind when they started to text again but he knew as soon as it started that it wouldn’t stop. they talk constantly, like teens who cannot yet flirt but they are adults and they flirt well. conversation flows like a river between them, fuelled by tears and vodka and when they facetime for the first time he feels like a little bit of him has been returned.

vanessa asks him on a date. he is hesitant but he says yes. she offers up a seafood restaurant, fancy enough that neither would have afforded it pre-drag race but it is a new life that they are living, theirs to enjoy. she wears a suit jacket and he gapes at her all night, never noticing how she returns his looks. he cannot taste anything, the sap is too strong, but he assumes the food is good and moves on because he is there with her and that is all that matter to him.

they wake up to blood on his pillow, he cannot explain it but sees her face when she notices the roses scattered around her head like a halo. he calls nina, frantic and panicked and when she answers he gives cliff notes of the nights’ events. he pretends not to hear the man in the background who calls her babe in a voice soft like honey. he makes french toast as nina explains everything, the flowers and the death and all of the in-betweens and as she sips her coffee, thoughtfully, vanessa hums. she chimes in occasionally with little ‘okays’ and ‘shittts’ and when brooke has plated up breakfast, the look he receives is something between understanding and anger.

the toast is eaten in silence and then, when he has cleared their plates and made another round of coffee, she speaks. she asks him why he hid it and he replies in no uncertain terms that he didn’t want to worry her, scare her, unnerve her in any way. and then he adds, he didn’t know if she’d believe him and her face damn near splits in two. now she is angry and she is shouting and he just holds her because he felt all of this, months ago in a hotel room all alone and just wishes someone had done the same thing for him.

she rubs his back as he coughs up the french toast, littered with blood-red rose petals, whispers love to him as he lays on the couch, in pain and lonely despite her company.

it is four in the morning when she kisses him.

they wake up to clean pillows and as he inhales, he smells sandalwood and apple cider. he has never been so happy for his morning breath and as vanessa rolls over, he kisses her with all of the burning passion he has felt for almost a year. he melts into her with the 11 months of yearning and takes a deep breath of her shampoo when she pulls away. for once his chest does not burn when his breathing hitches, his lungs do not have the telltale feeling of thorns and rose stems, he cannot taste the sap or blood or petals and as he smiles into her head, she snuggles against his lean frame.

he decides he needs another tattoo, he hasn’t smelt the roses in months and he can finally look at them without his windpipe closing up from fear. nina tells him it’s a terrible idea and upon reflection that may be a part of why he is doing it but really he just wants to remember what it felt like to be so in love that you couldn’t breathe.

vanessa loves it, kisses it softly every time she can, whether in drag shows or in bed. they say that roses brought them together and so what if no one quite knows what they’re talking about - they do.

their wedding is simple and not at all vanessa-like (although very jose) but when brooke faces her at the altar, both in black suits with white shirts, her red tie is the same shade as the rose in her lapel and he begins to cry. his own lapel bears a white rose and when they kiss, the two meet in unity.

they name their first daughter rosie, too committed to this game they are playing to slow down anytime soon. she looks like brooke, all blonde hair, lithe and long limbs. he promises her she will be a dancer, strong and beautiful, vanessa just promises her that she will be protected from all the monsters in the world because she is special. she has two dads and when brooke hears her say it for the first time, he can’t help but well up a little bit.

she is fifteen when he walks in on her sobbing in the bathroom. they have weathered every storm together and while vanessa will always be her fun dad, brooke is her shoulder to cry on. between breaths, she tells him about this girl who smells like violets and he holds her tight to his chest, lets the whole world melt away. he explains how he once met a man who smelled like roses, how it hurt him more than anything else but how now he gets to wake up to her father every morning and he remembers that roses are a blessing. he tells her that one day, violets will bring her joy and he wipes the blood off the tiles, washing white petals down the plughole, praying to each and every deity that he is right.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #hanahaki #angst #fluff #pinkgrapefruit #tw mentions of blood #concrit welcome #submission

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simplyshelbs16xoxo · 6 years ago

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‘Spellbound All Hallow’s Eve’ Chapter 5: There’s No Escape When Fire Meets Fate

Janine lunged forward towards Molly, but her attack was dodged. Sherlock was able to grab hold of her wrist to disarm her quickly. The dagger clattered on the floor. He swept it beneath the bed with a swipe of his foot. Molly’s hands shot out, her magic suspending Janine in the air. Much to their surprise, Janine had broken from the spell, and sent Molly flying up against the wall.

“You’re a witch,” Molly realized. “What coven are you from?”

“Covens,” Janine scoffed. “I don’t belong to any coven. Why should I conform to their rules?”

“Because it’s the law!” Molly shouted. “Not that you have any consideration for any law.”

“Right you are, Molly. I won’t have any problem finishing you,” Janine spoke with malice.

“Over my dead body,” Sherlock snarled. He had texted Greg whilst Janine was bantering with Molly.

A growl ripped form Sherlock’s throat as his bones twisted into form. The pain was always agonizing, but he’d be damned if this witch was gonna hurt his wife.

“Figures you’d be a dog,” Janine remarked.

Sherlock snarled at her remark, ready to lunge if she didn’t let Molly go.

“Say goodbye to your wife, Mister Holmes.”

“Sherlock, no!” Greg shouted, bursting into the room. His presence distracted Janine enough to let go of her hold on Molly. “I’ve got this one, mate. Cool off.”

Molly sighed in relief, slinking down to the floor in exhaustion. Sherlock padded his way to her, and nuzzled his head against her cheek.

“I’m alright, you sappy ball of fur,” she laughed lightly. “Come on, let’s go home.” Molly put a glamour on Sherlock so others wouldn’t be able to see a large wolf walking down the street.

“Hey, where’d he go?” Greg asked whilst he cuffed Janine.

“Invisibility spell; wouldn’t wanna cause a city-wide panic,” Molly replied.

“He can’t shift back?”

“He can, but not unless you’d like to see him in a state of undress,” she smiled with amusement.

“Best get ‘im home, then,” Greg agreed.

Two Days Later

Molly finished the final touches of her Victorian costume, complete with corset, petticoats, and a pale blonde wig styled to her liking. Her earrings were anatomical hearts made out of gears from watches. She liked to have a bit of steampunk incorporated into her ensemble. Sherlock had looked devastatingly handsome with his inky black hair slicked back. She had helped him adjust his cravat perfectly before changing.

Only a few minutes before they’d be leaving, and another vision hit Molly. She felt dizzy from the quickness of it, but it offered her the explanation of her last vision with Sherlock and the evil man who sounded an awful lot like—

“Molly, just a couple more minutes,” Sherlock called out to her.

“Be right there, darling,” she replied.

Quickly she gathered ingredients from the chest her grimoire was stored away. It only took a few seconds to mix the concoction in the potion vial. She watched as the color transitioned from electric blue to a deep purple indicating that it was finished. This would definitely save Sherlock from the fate in her vision.

“What’s that?” Sherlock asked from the doorway. He gazed at his wife in awe. She looked beautiful in her Victorian costume. A part of him admitted how well the style fitted both of them, and he began to wonder what life would be like for them in such a time.

“Oh, just a safety precaution,” Molly assured him. “Mrs. Hudson has Victoria for the night, and I am determined to have a wonderful time with my husband.”

The party was already in full swing when Sherlock and Molly arrived. Mary greeted them both with kisses on their cheek, leading them through the mass amount of guests. Sherlock’s mind was whirling as he tried to scan the room to find anyone out of place. He was deeply worried for Molly’s safety even though he was the one nearly bleeding to death in her vision.

They were stopped by John who was in the midst of a conversation with Stamford.

“Molly! Sherlock! How are the two of you on this Hallow’s Eve?” Mike asked them, joyful as ever.

“We’re doing just fine, Mike. And yourself?” Molly inquired.

“Oh, wonderful, really,” he replied. “Bloody fantastic!”

Sherlock knitted his brows, pulling Mary aside.

“You’ve done something with the punch haven’t you?” he deduced.

“Maybe a little something…just to keep everyone happy,” Mary answered him. “I don’t see what’s wrong with that.”

“It may actually be a good thing in this case—Molly and I have reason to believe Moran’s partner in crime will crash the party,” Sherlock explained. “He may already be here. If we find someone avoiding the punch, or someone less than happy, we’ll have our culprit.”

“Well, I do hate party crashers, so do what you must,” Mary told him. “And please, if there’s anything I can do to help you bring him down, let me know.”

Sherlock nodded in agreement.

Molly, having overheard the conversation, pulled Mary aside as well.

“Did you mean it? You’re willing to help us?” Molly whispered.

“Yes, of course! Do you need me to do something?” Mary asked.

“I may need your help with something, yes, but you mustn’t tell anyone until I say so—not even Sherlock,” Molly informed her.

“Why do I get the feeling you’re about to do something reckless?

“That, my dear Watson, is because you know me too well.”

He watched from a far corner, away from the crowd. No sign of Holmes yet, but the great consulting annoyance was bound to show up eventually. Of course, he didn’t expect Sherlock Holmes to have dressed in Victorian garb for the occasion. For once, it made him blend in, becoming invisible to the Irishman.

But wait—there he was in all his prideful glory. Sherlock Holmes had just descended the stairs in his trademark Belstaff and scarf. The Irishman followed him through the crowd and out the back door.

“I knew it was you. I didn’t want to believe it, but here you are, flesh and blood…James Moriarty.”

“If you are thinking I am my twin brother, you are incorrect, Mister Holmes.” He paused a moment. “I do share the same name with my deceased twin, but that is precisely why I’m after you and your wife. You banished him from this Earth. Your wife hexed him long before the two of you met, and then he died on that rooftop where you should have perished as well.”

James Moriarty circled his enemy as he spoke, waiting for the right moment.

“Quite the motive, but I—“ Sherlock tried to fight as soon as the cloth his mouth. The chloroform was too strong. It wasn’t long before he was out cold.

“Mary, have you seen Molly?” Sherlock asked. “I’m terribly worried something is wrong. I can feel it.”

“She had just gone out back, but Sherlock, you should know—“

But he was no longer listening. He raced outside to find no sign of her anywhere. However, he did find one of the buttons off his coat.

“How did this get here?”

“That’s what I need to tell you,” Mary spoke up.

“Tell me everything.”

“What exactly are we doing again?” Mary asked, making space in the spare bedroom.

“Shifting spell,” Molly replied as she drew the pentagram on the wood floor with chalk. “Take the clothes out of my bag, will you?”

Mary did as was told, gasping when she took the first piece out.

“Sherlock’s coat…Molly are you crazy!?”

“It’s the only way to make sure he doesn’t get hurt,” she justified her reasoning.

Mary watched as Molly sat in the middle of the pentagram, swirling around a deep purple potion. After uncorking it, she drank it down quickly whilst making a face that told Mary it tasted awful. She began to chant in Latin, completing the process. Nothing happened at first, and then the pain began. Growing nine inches taller could definitely take a toll on anyone. The bone structure in her face changed as well, making the transition complete.

“What do you think?” a baritone voice asked.

“Blimey, it changed your voice too,” Mary was shocked at how efficient the spell was. Without a doubt, she was looking at an exact replica of Sherlock Holmes. “I just don’t understand.”

“My last vision ended with Sherlock’s last words being ‘gotcha,’” Molly explained. “The only plausible explanation is that I trick him into thinking I’m Sherlock.”

“Then you’ll be the one bleeding out; I can’t let you do this, Molly,” Mary argued.

“It’s already been done. I have to protect my family, no matter the cost,” Molly pointed out.

Mary couldn’t argue with that. She would take a bullet for her family…and the Holmes’s.

“Do what you must, but I will tell Sherlock if you wind up missing,” Mary told her.

“That’s precisely what I’m counting on, Mary.”

Author’s Note: Now what'd y'all think of that? So many revelations in this chapter? Which one was your favorite? Since it is midnight here, it's officially my 23rd birthday! So, my gift to y'all is another chapter! All I ask are your lovely reviews in return!

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moonisneveralone · 6 years ago

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So what you're saying is you didn't watch but you're telling people who did how to feel about the costume.....okay.

But honestly someone raised a really really good point. We won't know if it's true or not cause the Final episode was pushes into season 2.

Spoilers ahead

Anyways her stylist is a black woman so that's not it and in the episode that is now the provisinal finale she is wearing a toned down Outfit and a well styled wig.

So I'd say whoever is styling her does know what they're doing.

So the entire season happens in the span of maybe a week or a week and a half.

And in the first scene Kory wakes up from a car crash as an amnesiac. She feels like she has a purpose but doesn't know what it is. It's also quite obvious she was infiltrating a Russian gang.

Which leads to the conclusion that these outfits and the wig where for her undercover persona.

At one time Dick says she doesn't blend in well and she tells him she blends im just fine.

Another thing is when she gains her memories back and remebers her mission the first things she does is get a different outfit that's all black.

Someone theorized that maybe Tamaran has outdated fashion data.

Because of the way people were harrassing and going after Anna the Creators revealed that this wasn't her actual design and Anna says she's put on her actual Starfire Costume.

Lastly not only is Anna beautiful but she wears the whole outfit with such confidence and comamds every scene with just amazing acting and presence I actually couldn't get distracted by the outfit and by the time the curls and flashy clothes where gone I missed them.

“her race isnt an issue but isn’t starfire supposed to be orange.”

“okay but she looks like a ghetto crackwhore hooker in that getup”

kory in literally a bell bottom suit and mini-dresses with and w/o a fur coat.

multiple starfires from in the comics who are apparently modest as hell:

“k, well her hair was never like that in the comics or cartoon.”

“she doesn’t shoot actual fire, the writers are idiots.”

“whatever I didnt wanna say it but she isn’t supposed to be black.”

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recentanimenews · 5 years ago

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20 Excellent Cosplay From Crunchyroll Expo

Hey y'all! I'm Alyssa from the Crunchyroll Social Team! This was my first Crunchyroll Expo EVER and I was so excited to see what our tight-knit community would pull up in. So, I got some of their fit pics and compiled my favorite ones from the weekend that show off what the Crunchyroll community is really like.

Without further ado, let's get these credits ROLLIN'!

1. Soma Yukihira - Food Wars! Shokugeki no Soma

Soma’s serving up PEANUT BUTTER SQUID!! ???????????? #CrunchyrollExpo (Cosplay: cupnoodledoodles) pic.twitter.com/P7F4a8FCz0

— Crunchyroll (@Crunchyroll) September 2, 2019

This cosplay came with its very own food stall cart AND signature dish - peanut butter squid! This Soma Yukihara was just *chef's kiss*.

2. Tomie - Junji to Collection

TOMIE ???????????? #CrunchyrollExpo IG: Stargirleslie pic.twitter.com/iGR4cc8DU3

— Crunchyroll (@Crunchyroll) September 1, 2019

Tomie is the most independent woman of all horror and you can't tell me otherwise! This Tomie is so otherworldly and expertly crafted that I was legitimately terrified.

3. Naofumi Iwatani - The Rising of the Shield Hero

Naofumi is SO EXCITED for Season 2 and 3 of The Rising of Shield Hero at #CrunchyrollExpo ????????‼️ by: @j_falcon26 pic.twitter.com/ieD6EeikRH

— Crunchyroll Expo (@crunchyrollexpo) September 2, 2019

We truly have the best fans! The energy from announcing Seasons 2 AND 3 of The Rising of the Shield Hero really got me looking out for the best Naofumi cosplays and, well, here he is!

4. Kizuna Ai

Kizuna Ai-Chan is here at @crunchyrollexpo Day 3 hanging out at@the @nomsdesigns booth 1624! I’ll also be doing a panel at 2:45pm in classroom 3 for @UNIVRSinc #AniVRJapan with @naoyakoji and @tokimekishiken! #crx2019 #crx #crunchyroll pic.twitter.com/DTyODxECLK

— Vivid Vision @CrunchyrollExpo Booth 1624 (@VividVision22) September 1, 2019

Vivid Vision's Kizuna Ai was so on point with her bubbly features and enthusiasm! Everything was there and just in time for Kizuna Ai's guest appearance at Crunchyroll Expo!

5. Edward Elric, Colonel Roy Mustang, Lt. Riza Hawkeye - Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood

Cool moment at #CrunchyrollExpo during the Fullmetal Alchemist cosplay meetup. I noticed the actual animator for the famous Roy Mustang-Lust battle, who had just done a panel for Mob Psycho 100, came by quietly to take a few photos. pic.twitter.com/ampn0KPtuk

— THRILLHO⊿ @CRX (@azukisenpai17) September 2, 2019

I love seeing cool moments like this at cosplay gatherings! It's incredible to see the intersections of our favorite anime and be able to live the moment with fellow members of the community!

6. Megumin - KonoSuba: God's Blessing on this Wonderful World!

@mushiFox ????‼️ Megumin! pic.twitter.com/7RC2OcSQZy

— Crunchyroll Expo (@crunchyrollexpo) August 31, 2019

Mushifox's Megumin was super duper cute and she even got Megumin's single move, EXPLOSION! Can't say she was an explosion maniac, but I was pretty obsessed with her cosplay!

7. Howl and Turniphead - Howl's Moving Castle

SORRY IM A COSPLAYER NOW, MOM @crunchyrollexpo #crunchyrollexpo pic.twitter.com/tFnXR9myDA

— Alyssa “Sandycheeks” (@shenyunofficial) September 1, 2019

So... I had to include MY OWN cosplay for several reasons. 1) If you don't support yourself then who will? 2) Gotta respect the classics and 3) SOMEONE REALLY SHOWED UP WITH A TURNIP HEAD AND CARRIED IT AROUND ALL DAY and that deserves respect!

8. Hatake Kakashi, Hatake Kakashi, Major Alex Louis Armstrong, and Gaara - Naruto Shippuden and Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood

THEY’RE HERE AND THEY’RE REAL @sexykakashi @kakashisecyjutsu pic.twitter.com/S7RncmJ23O

— Crunchyroll Expo (@crunchyrollexpo) August 31, 2019

I legitimately BLUSHED when I ran into this muscled-up crew! It was just too serendipitous to meet not one, but TWO ripped Kakashi's with Gaara featuring a special cross-over guest, Major Alex Louis Armstrong!

9. Himiko Toga, Eiji Kirishima, Fumikage Tokoyami, All Might, Ochaco Uraraka, Katsuki Bakugo, and Denki Kaminari - My Hero Academia

UA CLASS!!! Assemble! @tahoetsunami @he_kitten_drago @wolfie1937 @otakuforlife @TheIntern001 @toxicbabecosplay pic.twitter.com/Bh3FADwNXY

— Crunchyroll Expo (@crunchyrollexpo) September 1, 2019

How did they get so much of crew together?? My Hero Academia fans are wildin'.

10. Tanjiro Kamado and Nezuko Kamado - Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Slaying demons at #CrunchyrollExpo! pic.twitter.com/vltbccxUYo

— Crunchyroll (@Crunchyroll) August 30, 2019

Demon Slayer is one of my favorite new anime so this cosplay group really shook me to my core. REALLY? Light-up SWORDS? Leveled up Water Style if you ask me!

11. No Face - Spirited Away

Landing right into the last day of #CrunchyrollExpo2019 with these No Face cosplays! pic.twitter.com/hZN1Zwkt82

— Crunchyroll Expo (@crunchyrollexpo) September 1, 2019

You've never seen No Face like this before! Hitting that SPLITS in front of some hot cars! I couldn't even take the heat! Can you?

12. Eiji Kirishima, Katsuki Bakugoi, Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki - My Hero Academia

PLUS ULTRA MAIDS OF UA!!!@shainamation @chasethegirl @ash_tronauts @prettyboycosplay pic.twitter.com/5eJjonUiJt

— Crunchyroll Expo (@crunchyrollexpo) August 31, 2019

These maid versions of our best bays from UA were so sweet and creative with their take. Their group dedication to show off PLUS ULTRA cosplay was definitely felt!

13. Reigen Arataka - Mob Psycho 100

MY NECK ISN’T LONG ENOUGH ???? #CRX2019 pic.twitter.com/lA7xmptl7e

— Kelly ???? Onelani (@kellyonelani) August 31, 2019

Reigen is single handedly my favorite anime character in any series. Just c'mon, he's the Greatest Psychic of the 21st Century and handsome as hell. This cosplayer even posed in the set of the Spirits and Such office that we had set up!

14. Akatsuki Member - Naruto Shippuden

Scariest Akatsuki member out there! ???? @tito_the_ducky pic.twitter.com/Rtn2DT5APS

— Crunchyroll Expo (@crunchyrollexpo) August 31, 2019

Our prayers have been heard! Now our favorite bad boys of the Naruto franchise can be DUCKS! Quack quack, I'm here to steal the Jinchuriki!

15. Rhea - Fire Emblem: Three Houses

COSPLAY SPOTTING DAY 2: New Crunchy City citizens at #CrunchyrollExpo pic.twitter.com/IDGmfrSCGc

— Crunchyroll Expo (@crunchyrollexpo) September 1, 2019

FIRST OF ALL, every GameStop in the Bay Area had Three Houses sold out for the first two weeks it came out and YET, @tokkitan was able to show up to Crunchyroll Expo in the most exquisite Rhea cosplay possible? Outstanding work!

16. Senku Ishigami - Dr. STONE

Found the best boy in the Stone World @crunchyrollexpo ???????????? pic.twitter.com/oKA38hmTg1

— nicole anderson (@nmanderz) September 1, 2019

At Crunchyroll Expo, we support SCIENCE! Dr. STONE is one of THE hottest titles of the season so I was stoked to see my science boy get cosplayed so perfectly by @ulysioncosplay!

17. Sailor Moon Waitresses - Sailor Moon Crystal

These pretty guardians are serving more than just looks ???? by: @wingedgear, @lovi.d , @cherryteagirl313 pic.twitter.com/70988aBD6D

— Crunchyroll Expo (@crunchyrollexpo) September 2, 2019

These Sailor Moon cosplays were so fun and playful that I couldn't help but to stare in awe as they SERVED so many looks in one!

18. Squidward - Spongebob Squarepants

Is this Pablo Picasso??? @HeyVianca pic.twitter.com/HXpU7obVUE

— Crunchyroll Expo (@crunchyrollexpo) September 1, 2019

This is one of my favorite reaction gifs so naturally, all of my cosplay dreams were realized when I spotted this artiste wandering in their natural habitat, the Artist Alley!

19. Master Roshi - Dragon Ball

Classic Master Roshi... #CrunchyrollExpo pic.twitter.com/De1rewoRXy

— Crunchyroll (@Crunchyroll) September 2, 2019

Master Roshi being.... classic Master Roshi at the Hime Maid Cafe was truly a big mood that we all needed to see and experience.

20. Crunchyroll Idol Hime - Crunchyroll

KITᔕᑌᑎE ᔕᑭIᖇIT ✨???????????????? thank you sooooo much @Crunchyrollexpo for having me and giving me a chance to make this gorgeous Hime costume a reality!! ????????????????✨ it was an honor ???????? costume made by me ???? wig by UmbranWitch @ insta ????????‍♀️#crx2019 #CrunchyrollExpo pic.twitter.com/VdufyXUV0P

— ???????????? ???????????????????????????????????????? ???????? CRX (@mostflogged) September 3, 2019

AND of course, how could I not include our very own, Crunchyroll Hime in her Idol-wear! Crunchyroll Idol Hime blessed the stage and showed off her charisma with her flashy, idol kimono! We just can't get enough of Hime!

BONUS ROUND. Crunchyroll Hime - Crunchyroll

It me! ????✨???? @crystalblisters pic.twitter.com/JjE9YOsWqa

— Crunchyroll Expo (@crunchyrollexpo) September 1, 2019

I'm really working at a company with the BEST fans and community! So glad that we ALL love Hime!

Overall, the cosplay at Crunchyroll Expo 2019 were exquisite, tasteful, and best of all, filled with wholesome, fun moments. These small moments of cosplay just remind me of the feel-y feelings that the community always brings out when we connect and it's an incredible experience! If you weren't able to make it this year to Crunchyroll Expo, I HIGHLY recommend going next year to connect with fellow Crunchyroll and anime fans who really show the best of fandoms.

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