Upon further inspection, I think Morgan and Will are a similar age (since Morgan knows Wills kindergarten bully by name and the other guys don’t (at least Billy doesn’t)). So Billy and Chuckie are probably the older ones of the group, at least by a year or so.
An excerpt from the meeting portion of my Eddie Dutra hcs (The New Kids (1985)).
The memory of fifth grade comes to you in a cloud that smells of freshly cut grass, pencil shavings, and the perfume that your family bought for you for your birthday the year before.
You had only started using the product a couple weeks before the start of school, having "matured" over the summer into what you believed was a rather sophisticated ten year old—one who used things like perfume, and occasionally wore nail polish and flavored ChapStick....
Advancing into the double digits had seemed like an incredibly important milestone. In your eyes, you were nearly a teenager, and that, coupled with the fact that you were just one year away from becoming a middle schooler, meant that this was a very important time for you. It was your first taste of societal seniority—being the oldest grade in your elementary school—and you had to make the most of it before it was wholly dashed in the years to come.
Eddie Dutra asked you out in mid November and though it had initially confused you—since you'd rarely spoken with the boy—after the fact, it had filled you with a sense of pride. Dating was a rather new concept for everyone in your age group. It was only the year before that the first fledgling couples began to form amongst you and your peers. And though few of those relationships lasted very long, they paved the way for the tradition to become commonplace amongst the entirety of your grade level.
Any kid who had a girlfriend or boyfriend automatically gained a higher level of popularity, being seen as "grown-up" and conventionally attractive enough to be, in some way, desirable amongst the opposite sex. Some boys in your grade had taken to asking out nearly every girl on the playground in an attempt to up their social standings. Eddie was not one of them: a fact which made your subsequent relationship something special; both in your eyes and the rest of your grades. Eddie had essentially declared that he liked you, and had liked you, in a rather serious way: a significant commitment for someone your age.
Despite this significance, you were still children, and so the action was clumsy and childish.
"Do you wanna be my girlfriend?" He had asked you, his voice quiet and his words simple. Despite the confident way in which he spoke, the evidence of a blush was burning his ears.
"Why?" You had asked him: the admittedly stupid yet not uncommon question of a ten year old being asked out by a boy she barely knew.
"Because I asked you." Was his reply. It was the type of explanation that only a stubborn little boy would give: one who isn't sure how to tell you how he feels. But things were simpler back then: easy. That was an answer you could accept, albeit with a pause and subsequent shrug.
Question: When writing for Mission Impossible should I post on my 90s blog, since the first film was released in 1996, or this blog, since most of the films happened in the early 2000s and onward?
Lol, alright. Since my random vote contributed to the 90s blog (sometimes I just throw one on there to see the results as they happen), when I write the hcs, they’ll probably be posted on my y2k blog.
Howdy! I would really appreciate it if you'd write something 'bout meeting and dating Bo "the Bandit" Darville from Smokey and the Bandit. If you already have, I'm sorry for the redundancy, but I couldn't find it anywhere. I hope you have a nice day!
Hello! I haven't written for Bo yet so no worries!
This is a really late reply but I'm fully finished with your request! There's another post that's going to be published before it, but I hope you enjoy reading it when it's finally Bandits turn to join the blog. 💓
Also~ let me know if you don't wanna be tagged since it's been a while since you requested this!
- On paper, your relationship doesn’t seem to make very much sense. You’re a person who longs to create and Tybalt is a man who yearns to destroy.
- Maybe if you were someone brash and bold. Someone who splattered paint on massive canvases in violent looking abstract pieces. Someone who made statues out of rusted, sharp looking scraps of metal.
- But if your art has any level of softness to it, Tybalt just seems like a very odd match. He doesn’t seem like the type of man who would do well around delicate things. Doesn’t seem capable of appreciating anything that doesn’t hold a hint of savagery. But you’d be surprised….
- There’s three options when it comes to meeting Tybalt as an artist.
- Option 1: he’s a fan of your work. In this scenario, Tybalt comes across your art prior to ever meeting you in person. Maybe you made a mural on a wall; maybe you created a sculpture that’s on display somewhere; maybe you sold a print to someone he knows. Either way, Tybalt sees it and decides that he wants to commission you. He tracks you down and sets up a meeting blindly, intending to interview you in a completely professional manner. When you arrive, he’s pleasantly surprised by your good looks. He abandons his original plan immediately and turns on the charm, suggesting that the two of you go out somewhere instead, “since it’s such a nice day”.
- Option 2: he’s a fan of you. In this scenario, Tybalt sees you in person first, finding out that you’re an artist after the fact and using it to his advantage. The meeting he arranges in this situation is different from the start: much more casual and even a little seductive, making it seem like he's less interested in your artwork and more interested in the way that you look. Though he retains his flirtatious personality, he pivots a little once he notices you starting to get frustrated. The two of you start talking business and he eventually convinces you to take on his project despite whatever hesitancy you may or may not have.
- Or option 3: he’s a fan of his girlfriend. In this option, the two of you meet in a way completely unrelated to art. He only finds out that you’re an artist after the two of you start dating, and is subsequently intrigued by, and supportive of, your "hidden talents".
- For the rest of these hcs, I'm going to stick with a storyline that mainly centers around options 1 and 2~
- The Capulets are rich and Tybalt uses that to his advantage. He makes excuses to hire you, whether the product is for him or somebody else, and always insists on doing all of your business dealings himself, even if it would make more sense for somebody else to do it. He also insists on meeting you in person, typically over a candlelit dinner at the most expensive restaurant in town, one that just so happens to be completely empty aside from the two of you….
- Tybalt has a reputation, both with violence and with women, and you aren’t too keen on either of them. You don’t take his interest in you very seriously, and the more he tries to flirt with you, the less you believe his intentions are pure. You also don’t like that your art—something you’re very serious and passionate about—is being caught in the crossfire, treated as a tool to use against you while simultaneously being sidelined in most of your conversations. You feel like he’s trying to buy you more than anything he’s trying to commission.
- But he’s good at circling back and changing the subject before you can get too offended or frustrated. Sometimes, it’s a surprisingly deep conversation devoid of any teasing. Other times, it’s a compliment so poetic that it’s obvious he genuinely does, at least a little, care about your artistic skills. And occasionally, particularly when you think you’re finally free of him or ready to throw in the towel, it’s blindsiding you with an offer you simply can’t refuse.
- It's kind of hard to reject the opportunity of getting paid what he's willing to pay, even if it means putting up with his flirtations and ever-looming presence. He simply grins at you whenever you state your new conditions, finding amusement in your increasingly elaborate requests: ones that you give him in an attempt to see how far he’s willing to let you go. A whole new set of brushes, premium paints, expensive canvases, etc. Whatever you need: he agrees unblinkingly, as though money has never been an issue for him.
- Just keep in mind that pushing your luck has consequences. Attempting to take advantage of him gives him express permission to abuse the system himself.
- It’s sort of like a game: he’ll humor your requests, but you’ll have to humor him. You get artistic freedom. He gets your personal phone number in case he needs to reach you. You get expensive materials. He gets your address to make sure that they don’t get stolen. You get flexible deadlines. He gets to know where you’ll be working so he can drop by and see your progress (if it’s not already being worked on in his literal home). You’re both privy to the fact that you’re playing the other, but neither of you really care, especially not him.
- He invites you to things that freelance employees shouldn’t have access to, mainly all of the different parties that him and his family throw every year. He claims all sorts of things to persuade you to come. You need to relax a little; you can get inspiration there; you can further your career; etc. He spends a majority of the night waiting for you to come, and gets progressively more annoyed the longer you don’t show.
- Most of his frustration evaporates as soon as he sees you, probably because he knows that giving you attitude will ensure that you never come back. Regardless, since these events are things that the people in your social class rarely get a chance to experience, they’re hard to say no to—even if one of the hosts occasionally gets on your nerves.
- You try to keep things professional, but Tybalt likes to make things difficult. Even if you want to hate him, he eventually manages to win you over.
- But even if you begin to fall for him, you still try to fight your feelings. You don’t want to get hurt and you think that by keeping him at arms length, you’ll have more control of the situation. It’s why you’re likely to sleep with him a few times before actually agreeing to date him. You think that the fleeting moments of passion will get it out of your system, but unfortunately for you, that isn’t the case.
- Although he takes you out to dinner as often as you'll allow him to, even before the two of you start sleeping together, he has to arrange these meetings under the guise of “having to discuss business”. So while they’re objectively meant to be romantic, you wouldn’t exactly call them dates. If you want to save face in front of the more conservative individuals in your lives, however, you can claim that your romance started there instead of on the floor of your art studio.
- Eventually, whether you like it or not, you have to admit your feelings for the hot-tempered Capulet.
- But even if you do continue to reject him, he can always just employ you for another mural, right?
- The only downside to being previously employed by him is the fact that he gets jealous whenever you're hired by somebody else, particularly anyone who's youthful or attractive. He reasons that the two of you started off as employer and employee, so what’s stopping you from doing it again? You could easily replace him with another boss, somebody who you immediately get along with instead of someone that you had to warm up to. You argue that he’s being stupid and should know better.
- Similarly, you take particular pleasure in seeing the embarrassment that flashes across his face whenever he realizes that he’s made the wrong assumption. That he’s mistaken somebody else for your current employer and that the "overly friendly" individual that he's been jealous of is actually a senior citizen or middle-aged housewife. Although you'd like to hear him try and apologize, his silent humiliation is more than enough to satisfy you.
- He’s very complimentary, and though he genuinely means it, he occasionally lays it on so thick that it can sometimes feel like he’s just trying to get into your pants. His praise is passionate, flirtatious, and usually spoken while trying to capture you in his arms—an action you teasingly choose to dodge whenever he's being particularly ridiculous.
“Though it is only half as beautiful as you.” He'll tell you after praising your artwork, grinning at you as he leans in close.
- Even though his words may seem phony, he shows his support in other ways: pulling strings to get you gallery shows or new clients, showing off your artwork, buying you supplies, etc.
- Painting his guns. The request catches you off guard at first but you fulfill it nonetheless, painstakingly painting the grip of his expensive handgun with practiced precision. You warn him not to kill anyone with it. He smiles in lieu of a comforting promise.
- Painting his clothes. He loves having you customize his outfits, always buying new pieces for you to decorate in different, intricate ways. You always feel a little nervous whenever you see the price tag, fearing that you’ll irrevocably damage his brand new designer clothes, but he never seems all that worried. $500 shirts are apparently completely expendable to him.
- That being said, despite his occasionally flippant attitude, Tybalt is actually quite prissy about his wardrobe. He’ll tell you to “Watch the Gucci!” whenever you come near him with anything messy, clicking his tongue and checking over himself like a haughty cat.
- Fashion is a form of art and Tybalt certainly has style. His tastes may be different from your own but he does have an eye for color and composition—so you’re not discussing art with a creative plebeian.
- He talks about styling you in a way that’s reminiscent of an artist talking about their magnum opus. He decorates your body in designer jewelry and clothing, pays for your hair and nails, etc. He doesn’t reinvent you, he simply enhances the parts of you that he likes, keeping your preferred style even when tailoring you in couture.
“You are my work of art.” He purrs, draping a necklace over your chest. He secures the clasp before he pulls you back against him, resting his chin on your shoulder while you look at yourself in the mirror.
- He’s incredibly smug whenever you use him as a model/muse, even though he likely gets bored or a little dejected if you don't pose him valiantly or cool enough for his liking. You couldn’t have posed him in a way that shows off his muscles? Let him puff out his chest a little? Wouldn’t that be better?
- Tybalt likes having you by his side so you tend to sketch while you’re out on the town with him and his gang, doodling quietly on whatever paper you can get your hands on whenever his attention is elsewhere.
- Sometimes, he’ll drive you out to secluded locations where you can sketch or paint without interruption. He’ll smoke, sunbathe, nap, and lazily watch you while you make your art; enjoying your quiet presence. He finds it nice to occasionally escape the chaos that he’s created in his city.
- He likely gets a tattoo dedicated to you, either something you made yourself or something created by another artist that’s meant to represent you. If it’s made by somebody else then it has to be intricate: he can’t insult his woman with an amateur artistic homage.
- All of his friends and family go to you whenever they need anything artistic done for them, even without Tybalt telling them to. It’s a nice reassurance that you’re actually talented, and not just a great piece of ass.
-Tybalt’s definitely the type of guy who wants to cover your bodies in paint and fuck you on a canvas. Just so you know….
- He has very little control over his facial expressions so if he’s bored at a museum or gallery, you’re going to know. He’s just really hit or miss when it comes to art. Sometimes he’ll see the beauty in it, other times he’ll trash talk it—which can get kind of awkward if you’re at a gallery and the artist is standing somewhere nearby. Regardless, he always makes time to take you wherever you want to go, even if he looks a little unimpressed and keeps checking his watch (rushing you a little if he has other plans).
- He definitely gets you a studio to work in, but it’s not supplied completely selflessly. It’s your studio, but it’s his not so secret getaway. He spends a lot of time lounging around on your leather couch, drinking wine and watching you work.
- You usually don’t mind his presence, except for when he can’t keep his hands to himself. He doesn’t mean to interrupt you, he just gets distracted while he watches you work, deciding that he needs to “have you” immediately. Tybalt simultaneously likes people who praise and worship him while also enjoying the challenge of somebody who couldn’t care less. Having you inadvertently ignore him is practically foreplay in his eyes.
“I have something better for you to do with your hands.”
- If he isn’t trying to seduce you, then he’s probably ranting to you about something that's made him mad. Most of the time you just hum and placate him with little reassurances; not taking your eyes off of what you’re working on as he paces, curses, and fetches himself a drink from the liquor table he bought for the studio.
- Being with you is therapeutic for him, not just because he gets to let out all of his grievances, but because your quiet presence tends to calm him down, leaving him with no reason to work himself up again...at least not most of the time….
- Overall, the two of you compliment each other a lot better than anyone would expect—you included.
A portion of the meeting scenario from my Smokey and the Bandit hcs~
Whenever Bandit annoys you, you blame your feelings for him on a very real phenomena you like call "the misattribution of emotions". It’s actually called the misattribution of arousal, but if you ever mentioned arousal in the midst of scolding him, he would never let you live it down.
The misattribution of arousal involves mistakenly interpreting physical excitement from one source as an emotional response to another. It has a lot to do with adrenaline and how it mimics the feeling of falling in love. When you first started spending time with Bandit, whether out of stubbornness, or wishful thinking, you genuinely believed that this was what was going on. The butterflies in your stomach had nothing to do with him and everything to do with his driving.
But I digress....
You first meet Bandit at a local truck rodeo. You’re there with a few of your friends and all of them are eagerly awaiting a chance to see “the great American folk hero”. Like everyone else in your small town, your friends love him. You …like him. …You guess….
Quite frankly, you just don’t see the appeal. You fight your way into the crowded stands, allowing yourself to be squished between your two companions and the other spectators surrounding you, and you watch the man in action. Even after witnessing him in all of his glory, you still just don’t get it. He’s a handsome man and a talented driver, but he just doesn’t do it for you, at least not in the way that he seems to “do it” for everyone else. You don’t see the difference between him and any of the other attractions, aside from their disproportionate popularity.
Though you'd be perfectly content with never seeing him again, your friends are so adamant on meeting him that you're forced to follow after them as they journey towards the exit of the arena, joining the preformed crowd of fans waiting for the esteemed Bandit to finally walk through the gate.
You stand aside as your friends fangirl over the man, asking for autographs and photos and flirting pretty outrageously. You bite your lip in an effort to contain your laughter, watching them take turns flattering and propositioning the man as he stands there and signs things. You find the whole thing endearingly amusing. Good for them: you think, readying your camera as the man scribbles his signature across various different belongings.
Once he's finished, your friends direct his attention towards you and your raised Canon, the three of them smiling brightly as you nab a quick snapshot. Your two friends grab hold of each other once the photo is complete, tugging each other away so that they can gush about the man out of earshot. You lower camera, and adjust your bag on your shoulder.
“You want a picture too?” Bandit offers, wearing a charming smile that you're too distracted to really take notice of. He sounds as though he's already expecting you to agree, or that he's waiting for you to fawn over him like your two companions.
“Oh, no thanks.” You reply quickly, hurrying to follow after your friends as they absentmindedly leave you behind, hoping to catch them before you're completely lost in the crowd.
If you bothered to spare him a second glance, you’d find him staring at you in obvious surprise, stunned by your hasty dismissal. Bandit isn’t used to being written off. He’s one of the most beloved grassroot folk heroes of America! To know him is to love him! So why don’t you?...
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