#hsr reca

[rainbow-taishi]

Some Star Tail shitpost from the latest update

[sodainto]

is this anything

[b1adie]

Finally, all preparations leading up to the climax are in place. Let us welcome, the beatific final act!

[orian847]

Free him

[hunnieknight]

MY DOG! (Art)

How does it feels like to be Gallagher enjoyed and Mr.Reca enjoyer

My disheveled dog went missing and there is this similar looking dog but well-groomed.

He looks a bit insane tho.

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[shiggybruh]

obsession with him hit me like a truck

[https-sourlimes]

that ending was super bad!

— featuring. mr. reca x gn!reader

synopsis: mr. reca's favourite screenwriter is fussing off again... what's their deal with this freaky director??

consists of: reca fic jumpscare. almost 1k words of fluffy and feet kicking mr. reca brainrot, you're an honorary writer,... that's it cus i don't wanna spill the fun hehe

tagging the credits of the honorary mr. reca kissers for proofreading and approving this piece @theother-victoria @akutasoda ily guys a lot <33

“aaaand… CUT!!”

the lights flickered back on shortly after and mr. reca stood up from his director’s seat, applauding vigorously.

“fabulous… such fabulous acting!! everything here is beyond perfect! the emotions, the settings, the music,...” he swung his arms around, and his voice echoed across the room with euphoria laced in every single word; mr. reca halted shortly before turning to a certain someone’s direction before finishing his sentence. “and of course… the script!”

you rolled your eyes, glancing back at the clipboard you hugged in your chest before scribbling something down on it, not giving the dear director a single glimpse of humbleness and moreso while his stupidly adorable smile for you was written all over his face. hush giggles and chatter were heard, the pretty director’s talent and appealing appearance only had outstood the whole film itself—why didn’t he just cast himself the protagonist of every film he directed already? they’re not as popular as his sole image anyway.

“now, everyone! we have a short break of 15 minutes before moving on to the next set!”

the studio gradually became active once more, and you were sure that you didn’t mislook the dirty and cynical gaze that the female actor was throwing your way when you reached the main door to exit this place.

“what‘s that scriptwriter’s deal with mr. reca? they should’ve been honoured to have their story praised by a wonderful director like him, anyone would kill for it.”

another word was accidentally heard: “ungrateful”, then another: “arrogant”, you bit back a laugh threatened to escape your lips as you passed by, they sure know how to humour people, didn’t they?

screenwriting was your way of work, the desire to bring the imaginary scenes brewing in your head into reality—you had it better than anyone else. perhaps of your will and determination to put the effort into every masterpiece ever created was too overwhelming that the deity of luck had cast an eye upon you.

well, at least there was a sign.

you, walking out of a cinema in penacony with some pals, excluding yourself from the discussion and shower after shower of praises for such excellence in the directing and story plot of the one and only mr. reca’s newest film.

“that ending was bad,” you took a sip of your ice-melted drink, the cup was still half-filled, sparing a bored look over those widened eyes of disbelief. “it needs more context as well as the connection to the previous scenes, without that, the happy ending was nothing but a cliché sentimental scene i saw in every classic movies.”

“such keen eyes of a brilliant audience, i see. my apologies for the unpleasant experience the film has brought to you, dear friend.” the group of you was startled by the sudden applause and a familiar voice behind your back, mr. reca walked past you as those friends of yours cheered and spilt their admiration for the genius director. oh, he did look hotter in person, how interesting.

“and… you’re absolutely on the righteous that i shall not be offended by those words!! i wasn’t very happy with the ending either, i got the scriptwriter fired just the next day after the premiere, but considering that this movie of mine was categorised as classic contemporary… i shall let this mistake slide.” he smiled, a cunning and mischievous one, with those red piercing eyes of an astute human being—had anyone ever told him that they looked very mesmerizing?

okay, now that was the story of a long time ago.

mr. reca was a pain in the ass. you had been working with him long enough to have his perfect image in your head completely shattered; that deity gives you the opportunity to nurture your dreams of screenwriting by that man having you as his trusted and favourite scriptwriter.

“come on, my beautiful darling, are you still mad at this director?”

your unamused look expressed further in the situation that he blocked your way back to the studio and cornered you in this deserted corridor. that sly smile he wore turned into a whimsy one when you look at it close and long enough. reca held your hand gently as if he was appreciating a delicate object and pressed a soft kiss on it.

“i’m not mad.” you said curtly. he chuckled, of course you were still mad! it was his fault for showing up late at the secret date HE planned the day before!

“hmmph… come here, now.”

mr. reca playfully demanded, he pulled you by your waist and his lips met yours in a very affectionate demeanour, brushing against each other slowly and his other hand reached for your face.

“there. the explicit romantic scene you’ve always wanted on set. does that meet your standards, my dear screenwriter?” he hummed, a knowing smirk creeping up on the corner of his lips when he witnessed your stunned expression with a shade of crimson spread across your cheeks. “don’t tell me it doesn’t feel good when you experience it yourself.”

“tch… cut it,” you clicked your tongue, clearing your throat to remove the heat that stubbornly stuck inside of it. “you’re going to expose us.”

you wouldn’t admit that you liked this, would you? his giddy smile seemed to say. and dear fuli of all the aeons, secretly dating an extraordinary director such as mr. reca here was your biggest luck of the draw. now you couldn’t help but wonder, what would your movie-pals that day you first met him react when they found out you’ve ended up like this?

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[yurinaa-world]

Notes: He's such a loser husband I love it!

𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 Reca being a total yapper about films, when it comes to the pipeline of making films, what they used to do back when technology wasn’t as advanced as it is now, or just pointing out deep scenes in movies.

Just overall a yapper husband that only you could handle. But the annoying part is his stupid tapes, always running through them and leaving a mess (in the room specifically he made for them). You always lecture him about cleaning up after he gets the urge to look through them all.

Right now, you want a smack on the head. It’s such a pain, you feel a vein pop out, getting stuck in them especially when he decides to rave over how the tapes out you stuck and restrain (the only reason you aren’t ripping them to shreds is because he loves them so much).

“Reca will stop gawking and help!” You feel a vein popping soon while he stares lovely down at you, an amazed expression like one you would make at an art museum. “You’re so pretty like this! Like a movie masterpiece!” He was obsessed over this sight of you, he must, no he needs to capture this sight of you!

Looking at the picture of you like that always makes his nosebleed, it's just too cute! No matter how many times you tell him to throw it away he won’t, worse, he’ll keep it in his wallet for “safe” keeping.

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