#I love it when jk is tubby

[bratshaws]

goodness gracious 76. brb x oc

THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS PLS DNI!

a/n: sometimes I don't call for the smut the smut calls for me uwu

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: healthy relationship is based on TALKING, s m u t , god they are so in love i fucking HATE THEM ( jk i love them)

chapters:

1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16/17/18/19/20/21/22/23/24/25/26/27/28/29/30/31/32/33/34/35/36/37/38/39/40/41/42/43/44

45/46/47/48/49/50/51/52/53/54/55/56/57/58/59/60/61/62/63/64

65/66/67/68/69/70/71/72/73/74/75

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Beatrice stood by the sink, waiting for the tub to fill up, in a way that made Rooster stare at her in questioning. Her arms crossed over her chest and her body almost curled in a way it’d hide most of herself, one leg partially tilted over the other as she leaned on the floating counters. He didn’t know what was going on, but it reminded him painfully of their first time together.

He curses internally, thinking that if his attitude was enough for her to feel so uncomfortable to that point he probably hurt her more than she let on. When the tub is filled and already smelling really good, he turns to Beatrice whose eyes never leave the water’s surface, “Baby, do you want me to get in first?” green irises rose up to meet him, but she nodded with a small smile. No vocal response, that was getting worrisome. 

Beatrice’s form doesn’t change position once he’s in the water, her eyes now staring at nothing to the side and her arms even tighter around herself. “Baby.” he calls, gently, almost as if he’s trying to pry her off those dangerous thoughts he was sure were running in her head, “Aren’t you coming in?” he should prepare himself if she suddenly changed her mind, he wouldn’t like it, but he’d respect it no matter what.

The relieved sigh that left his lips however couldn’t be stopped, seeing she slowly started removing her own clothes - a bit too quickly, almost as if she wanted it to get over with - and he had almost no time to admire her body like he usually did before she got into the water…on the complete opposite side of the tub. He inhaled shakily, fear climbing up his spine like an angry spider ready to bite. “Bea.” he calls again, softly, making her worried eyes turn over to him, “Baby, come here.”

Her body moves as if she wants to, but something holds her back, her lower lip disappearing inside her mouth as she chews it anxiously, “I…” she didn’t feel pretty, or sexy that day. The words that woman tossed her way still haunted her hours later. Rebound. Tubby. Rebound. She knew it wasn’t true, she knew Rooster, but the doubtful anxious part of her brain couldn’t understand that at all. 

“I’m sorry for what happened, I–”

“It’s not you, Roos.” she cuts him off gently, rubbing her wet arms with both hands, looking to the side, “It’s just my brain is not helping me.” she whispers the last part, lowering her lids almost as if she’s ashamed of admitting it. She’s made so much progress and all it was needed was some random weird woman show up and make her doubt everything she ever worked so hard for.

And her boyfriend, while not fully aware of the whole reason, was already taking it on himself to make her feel better, “C’mere gorgeous.” he tries again and this time Beatrice does scoot closer, lying sideways on his chest with her arms still close to her body and her cheek on top of his warm pectoral. Bradley sighs gently, lowering his mouth to her head to kiss her scalp as his own arms wrapped around her, like a protective shield, “Your head can be very wrong a lot of times. Whatever it’s telling you, it’s not true.”

Beatrice just hums a weak reply, her eyes focused on the water ripples around his bent legs and her arms, “Do you want to share it with me? You don’t have to hold it in.” he questions, his mouth still on her scalp. She doesn’t reply, nor shakes her head negatively so he has to pull back to look down at her. Beatrice drags her big green eyes up to his face, her lower lip jutted just a bit,  but her face still had the same worried mask on.

He inhales, bringing her higher against his chest so her face is on the crook of his neck. Bradley then kisses the side of her face,rubbing his thumb on the outside of her wet arm while his other arm is wrapped around her waist, “I don’t know…how to explain.” she finally whispered, which was more than she said hours ago.

“I’m not in a hurry to go anywhere, so,” he whispers, kissing her temple this time, “Take your time.”

Beatrice’s back expanded with a deep breath she took in, for courage no doubt, the warm breathing hitting his neck when she exhaled, “...something happened today- I mean yesterday.” she corrected, remembering it was already past midnight, “Someone…um, showed up.” he showed no change in his body, he was still listening, “And she ah…well,” how could she say this and make it make sense? Even if part of her brain was screaming that it wouldn’t work. “She said she knew you.”

That made him still completely, the hold on her body tightening just a bit and Beatrice tilted her head to meet his eyes, seeing they were already looking down at her with a mix of worry and anger swirling in those whisky brown irises, “...and she…well…” she looks away, ashamed once more as she remembers the words she used to her, “She said some things to me.”

“What things?” his tone was hard, but not at her, she could feel it wasn’t directed at her.

“Just…” she didn’t want to repeat it, but she knew she had to so Rooster would know, “...well, she…ah…” it was harder than it looked but she was thankful he wasn’t pressuring her on saying it faster, “She just said you– that you.” do not cry, don’t you dare cry right now. She swallowed the lump in her throat, clenched her eyes to stop the burning of tears, keeping them closed when she tells him everything, “She said she didn’t think you’d be so desperate to be with me and…t-that you needed a rebound because she moved away and–and she called me…names.”

Beatrice feels his arms tightening even more around her, his body now tensing up visibly. She opens her eyes to check his face and she doesn’t think she had ever seen him so distinctly angry, looking like he’d murder anyone within his path. His nostrils flared, his tongue moved inside his mouth as he took in the information, “She saw you?” Beatrice nods, which only appear to make her boyfriend even angrier, “Fuckin’--” he doesn’t finish the sentence, she’s not sure if it’s because he was raised right by his mother and doesn’t usually talk bad on women or because he was too mad to actually finish it. 

“Roos?”

“I can’t fucking believe she went to you, how the fuck did she– I need to talk to Mav about this because she can’t do this shit.” he growls under his breath, the tendon on his jaw popping when he clenches it, “First she tries contacting me, which was already a fucking annoyance but she goes to you?? I’m not going to let her get away with this.”

Beatrice blinks up at him, pushing herself upwards so she’d be face to face with Rooster, “Wait, what? She contacted you?”

“Came out of fucking nowhere, I thought I blocked her on everything but it’s so possible she made a new account.” he groans, he was so angry he was starting to fidget in the bathtub with Beatrice still in his arms, like he was ready to jump out of it and fight someone, “We never had anything! We went out once and she started pulling this bullshit about how we were going to date, asking me about my parents and whatnot…Jesus Christ, this isn’t right– did she hurt you?”

“Well…not physically.” she murmurs, looking down at her hands, “She just,I guess she brought some of my fears back onto the surface, you know? And it…it really sucks.” because now she couldn’t get rid of it, she could not erase them from her mind. Bradley’s expression softened, he was still angry she could feel it in him, but he hugged her close, kissing the top of her head before adjusting her on his lap after lowering his legs.

“You are not a rebound.” he whispers against her hair, inhaling the lavender shampoo with his eyes glaring at the opposite wall, “You are not a replacement for anything, you are you. You are the woman I love and I fell in love with you for who you are. I love you, babe. I do. You are the most beautiful woman in the world.” Beatrice’s cheeks turned red and her eyes shone with tears she didn’t want to shed, “I’m so fucking sorry she showed up like that, I…I really am.”

Beatrice smiles softly, her cheeks flexing enough to force a few tears down, tears that he either kissed away or wiped with his thumb. Her heart fluttered happily, even if her mind still disagreed with his words, she felt more at ease when he said that. She knew she was right deep inside, she knew the goblin voice was wrong - again - and that Chloe was wrong just as much, “I love you too.” she whispers in a shaky voice, sniffling a bit, trying to hold back the other tears that tracked down her cheeks, “It’s not your fault that she…showed up, you know?”

“Still, it was related to me in some way.” he murmurs, murder written all over his face, “She can’t do that, I don’t now if it counts as harassment or something but it’s bullshit.”

“Evelyn was there when she showed up.” Beatrice says,her body slowly easing some of the tension from before, “So…she called her dad and just that was enough to make her scurry away.”

Bradley looked up at her with his eyebrows slightly furrowed, then he thought of her words with his eyes to the side, “Yeah, it’d make sense, Cyclone can have a talk to her new superiors and tell them what happened. It won’t end well for her.” but he was still very annoyed by everything. How the fuck dare she go to Beatrice and tell her she’s a rebound. Rebound?? 

God he was so mad.

But his focus right now would be Beatrice,talking to her and making sure she understands that whatever Chloe told her is not true, “She started saying some stuff about you too.” Beatrice says softly, making circled on his chest with the tip of her index finger, “That…well, she said a lot of dumb stuff and I guess,I got really mad at her. I don’t know, she talked about you like you were…an idiot or something, and it fucked me up really bad.”

He didn’t know why he was surprised, knowing Beatrice, she’d be upset if she hurt her but she’d be downright furious if she messed with someone of her family, her friends but especially him. Even the little knot between her brows showed that she was getting even more upset just talking about it. Bradley’s lips twitched into a smile, his anger dissipating into adoration as he props his chin on her shoulder, “And you defended me.” she nods, without hesitation, “...God I don’t deserve you.”

“That’s not true.” she whispers, “Why would you say that?”

He couldn’t elaborate why, his own demons probably prevented him from forming an eloquent sentence that’d show why he felt that way and she’d still not believe him, “You are just…” he shrugs, not finishing his sentence yet again, but there was no anger in his tone, kissing her cheek soundly with his hands dropping from her body to hold her own, turning her to rest her back on his chest in the process, “Just you.” he interlaces their fingers together from behind her, her hands were so much smaller and softer than his.

Beatrice tilts her head back to look up at him, her pink lips parted showing parts of her white teeth, the movement gave him enough space to lean down and kiss her forehead, then trail kisses until he reached her neck, where he stayed, her soft hair touching his chin and chest, “You know I’m crazy about you, right?” he asks against her skin, making Beatrice nod in front of him, “You know there’s not a single woman in this whole wide world that drives me as insane as you do,right?”

Her smile returns, “In a good way?”

He squints his eyes playfully, “Most of the time, but I do like when you are a bit bad and tries to get something out of me.” he replies, bringing his lips to the curve of her jawline, loving how it made her giggle softly.

“I know Roos.” she whispered, “And while my brain sometimes gets…really bad, I know it’s just because of my own self doubts. I know you love me and I know that sometimes I still get…I know my mind gets the best of me.” he bends his legs up once more, caging her against his chest so he could keep her close, “I don’t doubt you. My brain may sometimes make me think I do, but I really don’t…it’s a bit confusing.”

Bradley chuckles, still kissing her soft skin and sighing against her neck, his body relaxing just having her there. “I know babe,I know.” he he drops one of his hands from her hold to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, rubbing his knuckles on the curve of her jawline, “I know your brain can be a bit of a brat and annoy the hell out of you and there are times it’ll also get the best of you.”

“Yeah…”

“But I’ll be here with you to get rid of those thoughts,” he assures her, her face breaking into a shy smile when she looks his way, “No matter what.”

“Even if it makes no sense?”

“Even if it makes no sense.”

Beatrice’s cheeks reddened, her smile getting even wider before she turns around and wraps her arms around his neck in a hug, their chests touching with the embrace and the water made it a bit hard for them to keep close since they were so slick but they did a good job. With his face buried on the curve of her neck and one of his hands on the back of her head, Rooster’s voice breaks the comfortable silence, “I thought you left.” he says softly, running his fingers through the brown strands, “When I didn’t see you, I thought you went back to your place. I got…I panicked.”

“I’m sorry.” was her reply on his shoulder, her smaller hands cupping her arms to keep herself close to his neck, “I had to use the bathroom and calm myself down a bit, Jojo followed me carrying my bag thinking I needed it and we stayed there for a bit. I honestly didn’t hear you calling me, I’m sorry.”

He hums against her skin, closing his eyes in relief “It’s okay.” he whispers, pulling his head back the same time as she did, her sweet apologetic smile only warming his heart even more, “I forgive you.” she laughs softly at his response, cupping his face with her hands, rubbing his cheekbones fondly before she kisses his lips in a quick peck. “We should wash up.” he comments, while his hands move to her thighs under the warm water, spreading them enough to make her straddle his lap, “But, I’m honestly thinking about something else.”

“Oh?” she asks with her lips hovering over his, “Is that right?” He nods, kissing her once more but this time the kiss was a lot deeper and his huge hands traveled all the way back to her behind where he cupped each cheek with gusto, pressing her front of his and making Beatrice gasp softly into his mouth. Beatrice’s hands traveled all the way up to his sandy brown hair, a groan vibrating his throat at the feeling of her nails touching his scalp, gently tugging the strands.

It doesn’t take too long for Beatrice to feel what he means, quite literally. She adjusts herself on his lap just enough for him to slowly slide in, a whiny sigh going past her lips when he hilts, her arms draped once more around his neck. She breaks the lip lock to look down at him, his eyes partially open as well and his lips red and flushed from kissing, one of his hands going from her buttcheeks to her back then her chest, sighing out when her hips moved slowly on top of him.

“Fuck, you are a fucking vision.” he whispers, watching how her brown hair darkened and glued to her skin because of the water, how her cheeks flushed a darker shade of red, how it traveled all the way down to her chest like a beautiful crimson wave. Beatrice’s only response was a quiet moan, her hips moving in a wave motion, her arms still wrapped around his neck to keep her steady.

The warmth of the water, followed by how warm their own bodies were was actually having a cooling effect on both of them for some reason, he couldn’t understand how since there wasn’t anything in the water that would cause this effect but he wasn’t complaining. Beatrice’s green eyes were now only a ring because of her dilated pupils, her lips parted, shiny and pink, like fresh berries he wanted to bite. 

Neither of them were in a hurry, which considering everything that was spoken about minutes before it could be understandable. It wasn’t only about pleasure, there was reassurance in both of their movements. The unspoken words of ‘I’ll never leave’ were being said by their bodies, the ‘I love you’s’ and ‘I’m sorry’ was more than enough for them. Bradley’s eyes never left her body on top of him, not even looking at her flushed chest but directly on her face. 

Beatrice drops her forehead to his, her arms lowering from his neck so her palms would be on his chest, one of them right atop of his heart. He could endure the worst situations, the most dangerous missions but he could never see himself without her. “Bea.” he calls softly, making her eyes blink open, unfocused but then meeting his, “I love you.”

“I love you too,Brad.” she replies, her voice breaking into a moan at a specific thrust coming from him, her nails digging on his pectorals just enough to make him wince but not enough to make him stop. He just had one of his hands on her ass, the other was on her upper back, fingers tangling with the wet strands of her hair.  

He wanted to tell her, to ask her now, what he wanted to do. He wanted to let her know how much she meant to him, how much he wanted her in his life…but no, not now, not when they were both having sex in a bathtub, she’d think he’s saying it just out of emotion instead of it being thought out completely.

Just a few more days, then her birthday, then the move and then he’d work on it. Right now he should enjoy this. And he was. Beatrice moaned one more time, her hips moving a bit faster to meet his, the water sloshing around them with a few drops of water falling on the tiles. He groans deeply in his chest, with Bea’s lighter one following when both of them decided it wasn’t going to last too long,  the laborious movement was no longer going to be needed right now.

He cups both of his hands on her ass, giving himself some leverage while Beatrice yelped out a moan, holding on the edge of the tub behind him when his hips moved much,much faster than before. Her moaning was broken, chopped murmurs of his name trailed of her lips while her other hand clenched around his shoulder, “God!Brad!!” she whines, pressing her face to the muscle on his neck, trying her best to keep up with him. Beatrice’s whines got louder, her moaning sharper and the water kept on splashing on the floor creating large puddles that undoubtedly would be quite dangerous when they stepped out.

He breathed heavily against her neck, his nails digging on the plush flesh of her buttocks and hips, until neither of them could prevent what happened. Never, in neither of their lives, had they ever felt such a thing before. Never had them ever climaxed with someone else at the same time.

Beatrice’s hips convulsed and her voice cracked, while Bradley’s cursed moan alongside his hips thrusting shallowly onto hers added to the sounds around them. With her hips still moving with aftershocks and Rooster’s doing the same, neither of them acknowledged what just happened until a few minutes after the high had finally passed. Beatrice whined on his neck, hips moving just a bit with him still inside of her before he lifted her head, “Brad?” her boyfriend was breathing heavily, leaning his head back on the edge of the tub and exposing his heavily flushed throat for her eyes.

Bradley’s eyes fluttered closed, still sensitive over the orgasm they both shared and keeping his hands on her lower body, “Fuck, baby…” he mutters, biting back a groan when she moved on top of him “Fuck that was good.”

“It always is.” her reply makes him grin, lifting his head from the edge to meet her eyes, her shining eyes and equally shining smile with her hands cupping his cheeks and bringing their lips together in another slow romantic kiss but lighter than the deeper one from before, “Are you okay?”

“I’m always okay.” he smirks, pecking her lips a few more times, “I think right now, we should finally wash up.” he chuckles against her mouth, making her laugh at the same time, agreeing with him.

-

The pizza was only ordered minutes after they were both done and smelling fresh and clean as he called them. They were both enjoying it on the couch, not so different from that time he was about to go to her aunt’s wedding, watching Rupaul’s Drag Race - season 11 this time - with Jolene chewing on a few doggy treats that Beatrice brought along.

Beatrice couldn’t keep her eyes off of Bradley as he sipped his soda, her legs on his lap and one of his hands rubbing her calf repeatedly. He felt her eyes on him, his lips quirking in a smile with the glass still tilted up, pulling it back to look at her, “What?” he asked gently, loving that she was wearing just her long shirt and comfortable Beetlejuice cotton shorts that showed so much skin.

She hummed, chewing her pizza with the same smile he had on his face,”I’m just thinking,”

“About?”

“Stuff.”

“Ah,” he nods as if he completely understood what she meant, putting his glass on the coffee table so both of his hands are now free, “Of course, stuff. What is this stuff you are thinking about?” she was so happy they were back to normal, especially with her brain being quiet and no longer putting seeds of doubt in her.

Beatrice smiles, licking her fingers clean of any sauce and keeping eye contact when she does so. Bradley’s brown irises dropped to her digits disappearing, one by one, inside her mouth before being popped out with a soft sound, “Just thinking about what’s going to happen when we move in together.” he hums in response, still looking at her mouth and fingers, then moving his eyes back to her own amused gaze, “We could look some stuff up tomorrow and you know, check when it’s available for moving.”

“Yeah,” he agrees with the same smile, “I think it’s fair. I think we can find a good place soon.”

“I can call my cousin Gabriella if you want, she’s a real estate agent.” she suggests, “She helped Leo find his house, so.”

“It doesn’t hurt to try.” he grins, grabbing the plate from her hands so he could crawl on top of her, supporting his weight by her sides, “I know what we can do the moment we move in,” he coos, dropping his lips to the curve of her jaw. Beatrice makes a questioning sound, which makes him reply with, “I think we should christen every room, at least twice.” that makes a laugh break out of her lips, tilting her head back and exposing more of her neck to his lips, “It brings good luck.”

“Uh huh,” she replies clearly not believing him, “And where did you see such a thing?”

“Somewhere, I don’t know.” Another laugh comes from Beatrice at his nonchalant reply, “But I know it’s good.” He kisses her throat a few more times, pulling his head back to look down at her. Her lips still curved into that beautiful smile, her hands coming up to rub his cheeks. His heart thudded wildly just by thinking about it, thinking about their future together, “I can’t wait.”

“Neither can I.” she says, her eyes softening the longer she looked at him, “I’m a bit nervous but..it’s the good type of nerves.” she reassured him immediately when he stilled on top of her, his body relaxing when he sighed out a breath. “Did you tell anyone about it?”

Bradley purses his lips, then tilts his head partially to the side, “I had to tell Mav, he was…really happy.” to put it mildly, he feared he’d give his godfather a heart attack by the way Pete was looking at him all wide eyed and opening and closing his mouth, “I’ll tell the others later.”

Beatrice nods, then pauses,looking to the side, “I think…I told Shells,Penny and Ev…without really noticing.” she whispers, meeting his eyes again, “When uh…Chloe showed up I kind of let it slip, so…I’m surprised Shells hasn’t messaged me yet about it.” but maybe it was better this way, she’d tell her parents last. 

Rooster sat back down on the couch, pulling her alongside him so she could sit on his lap, kissing her temple with his arms wrapping around her waist, “We’ll be fine.” he tells her, but the words held more weight than just about moving in together. It was about everything. It was a promise both of them planned to keep.

‘Yeah.” she whispers back, smiling while looking at the TV, “We will.”

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[jktummies]

Someone please write big gassy Jungkook.

I will give you 10 seashells as payment and my first born.

#starved for slob Jungkook #I love it when jk is tubby #someone please write i can’t bring myself to even do a Drabble #my writing sucks ass #big jk whole belches #big jk who is gassy omg 😫😫

[yellowpeach]

For the film asks, all of them? (2010/Chris Evans/Brie Larson/Edgar Wright for the *insert here* questions)

ahh!!! thank you so much for asking anon! this will take a while so i will probs stick most of it under a cut :)

a movie you’ve seen most times in cinema.

i answered this one here!

your most rewatched movie.

that’d be between toy story, the lord of the rings trilogy, moulin rouge, to all the boys i’ve loved before and this weird animated film called tubby the tuba. my grandma owned it on vhs and i spent basically every school holiday at her house so i watched it more times than i can think of!

a movie you quote on a daily basis.

i quote dumb youtube videos more than films on a regular basis, but i do quote a lot of lord of the rings lines like “it comes in pints?!” or anything else that comes out of one of the hobbits mouths.

favorite movie soundtrack

probably moulin rouge? that or the first guardians of the galaxy. they’re the only two that i still own on CD..

top 5 films of your favorite actor and actress

okay so my initial thought for favourite actor is actually tom hanks, so in that case.

forrest gump

philadelphia

toy story

 the green mile

larry crowne (not the most amazing film in the world but it’s so endearing to me!)

and for actress i would probably say toni colette? her or blake lively, but i don’t have a top five for either of them. for toni it’d be;

about a boy

muriel’s wedding

miss you already

and for blake it’d be;

a simple favor

the age of adeline

elvis and annabelle

top 5 performances of your favorite actor and actress.

see above, they’re one and the same to me.

a movie storyline you wish you had actually lived.

about time. might be biased since i’m watching it now, but it’d be nice to do things over if i could.

a movie that reminds you of your mum.

local hero. i’ve watched it with her many times and it’s one of her favourites.

a movie that reminds you of your dad.

any of the harry potter films. we went to all of them at the cinema together.

favorite movies from your childhood.

it’s gonna be toy story again. this will likely be a running theme, i fucking love this movie.

favourite quote(s).

too many to count from the lord of the rings. sam’s monologue at the end of the two towers, gandalf speaking to pippin in return of the king. also sam saying “i can’t carry it for you, but i can carry you!”. this is really just a love letter to sam now, isn’t it….

top 5 favorite female performances.

i would have to come back to this, i can’t brain right now.

top 5 favorite male performances.

see above.

favourite year for movies.

after googling, it looks like 1993 was a bloody good year.

your favorite movies from [insert year].

2010 is the year you mentioned and from looking on google, my faves are toy story 3, how to train your dragon, black swan, scott pilgrim vs the world, easy a, megamind, tangled, AHH DAYDREAM NATION CAME 2010!! MY FAVE!! man, 2010 was a good one :D

favorite [insert actor/actress/director] movies?

so you said chris evans, brie larson and edgar wright. so faves in order would be:

short term 12

captain america: the winter soldier

hot fuzz or the world’s end (can’t pick between the two soz)

list all you’ve seen from [insert actor/actress/director].

so many, my dude. so many.

an underrated actor.

brain is fried. i’m sure there’s some but i’m blanking hard.

an underrated actress.

see above.

an underrated director.

see above.

an overrated actor.

johnny fucking depp.

an overrated actress.

scarlett johansson soz lol

an overrated director.

QUENTIN FUCKING TARANTINO

a film you wish you had seen on the big screen.

like any of my favourite 80s movies or the original psycho. also the lord of the rings, for some reason my folks didn’t take me to those.

a movie you’ve seen that you think no one else’s here will have heard of?

i am yet to encounter someone who knows the previously mentioned tubby the tuba.

favorite movie characters.

steve rogers, rapunzel from tangled, leia skywalker, lara-jean song-covey

a film that was better than the book.

i love to all the boys i loved before, but the film captured me in a way that the book didn’t as much.

best remake.

i’d watch tom holland or andrew garfield over tobey maguire for spiderman any day fight me.

your first favorite actor.

probably orlando bloom? back when i was a wee bab, i watched anything of his that i could find at the video rental.

your first favorite actress.

hilary duff probably. child me watched all of lizzie mcguire and any movies of hers.

favorite animated film.

if you’ve read this far and can’t figure it out, i don’t know what to say. it’s toy story, obviously.

your most anticipated films.

endgame and basically any other superhero movie coming out, toy story 4, the sequel for to all the boys i’ve loved before, the richard curtis movie called yesterday that is coming out in june (???) i think, STAR WARS.

last movie that disappointed you.

sierra burgess is a loser. fuck, no one else wanted that movie to be good as much as i did.

last movie that surpassed your expectations

nothing will ever match how blown away i was by pacific rim when i saw it. i went with my cousin knowing literally NOTHING about it. also i guess 2017′s it. i’m not big on seeing horror at the cinema and i didn’t expect to find it as funny as i did because the kids in it were so great.

actor in need of new agent.

idk bruh, i can’t think of anything right now for this.

actress in need of new agent.

see above.

share an unpopular film opinion you have.

idk how unpopular this is because i’m pretty sure thanks to #metoo most people want these kind of people want out of hollywood, but i despise woody allen and roman polanski films. the fact that i had to study them while getting my degree is despicable, and the argument that they’ve done a lot for the film industry is trash. don’t make their work important, studying it so thoroughly gives it power and i want to never have to speak about their trash again.

favorite Oscar win/speech.

who couldn’t say olivia colman’s from this years oscars. that warmed my cold dead heart and i cried for her.

biggest Oscar snub(s).

arrival should have won/been nominated for more than it did.

who do you think is overdue for another nomination/win?

amy adams!!! she was so fucking amazing in arrival, i wanted her to win all of the things.

how many movies have you seen (rough estimation)?

must be hundreds (not that these answers are any indication since i’ve talked about approx four films) since i own hundreds of DVDs, i go to the cinema regularly, i am constantly watching stuff on netflix and any other streaming services.

a movie that made you go ‘wtf was that’.

un chien andalou, requiem for a dream and mothlight. the first two because they’re fucking disturbing, the last one because its just close ups of parts of moths and i had to watch it for a film paper. it’s a no from me.

a film that scarred you.

the mummy. the beetle under the skin gave me nightmares and i haven’t been able to watch it since.

most movies watched in a single day.

i havent’t taken notes, but i did watch all of the mcu movies with cap in them recently in a day?

a film that always makes you cry.

coco. i’ve yet to make it through without having a full on mental breakdown for the last third of that movie. also marley and me because doggos. and the last part of mamma mia: here we go again. and philadelphia. the take away from this answer is that i cry a lot in movies.

a film that always makes you laugh.

hot fuzz. in my first flat we watched it nearly everyday for like two weeks when we all moved in and watching it makes me think of how much we all laughed and quoted it to one another.

movies that you think everyone should watch (not necessarily your favorites).

get out, psycho, star wars, at least one classic film noir, arrival, the cornetto trilogy, back to the future. there’s more but i think this is a good starter for what i at least find to be important viewing.

a movie that took you a couple of viewings to appreciate.

honestly probably the lord of the rings. they didn’t really click with me until high school, and then they really really clicked. also fight club i guess; the second time around watching it, i got the toxic masculinity themes more. it sucks that men read that movie as the exact opposite.

a book you want to see adapted to the big screen.

i believe i already answered this here!

a book you really, really, really don’t want to see made into a film.

does jk rowling’s twitter count? i want to see nothing more from the harry potter universe that she has had anything to do with.

favorite child performance.

the kids in the goonies and it 2017 come to mind. let kids act like kids!!!

favorite pre-code.

mate, you are making the assumption that i remember enough of the old films i studied in my degree, and that i remember the pre-code dates. i’m sure i have one, but that is buried far too deep in my brain to actually remember.

Favorite silent film.

i really enjoyed the buster keaton stuff we watched when i did my history of film paper.

favorite coming of age film.

boyhood, love simon, the edge of seventeen, my girl (i’ll be honest, i just googled coming of age movies and picked my faves from the top results. doesn’t mean i don’t stand by these!!)

favorite superhero film.

captain america: the winter soldier, spiderman: into the spiderverse, black panther and the dark knight rises.

best cinematography.

i still really like her and wes anderson for their cinematography.

movies you know you should watch, but can’t bring yourself to do it?

so fucking many, my dude. the amount of movies i wrote essays about when i had watched maybe three scenes and read the synopsis is insane. after getting a degree in it, and with how burned out i got, i found it very hard to give a shit about classics that lecturers told me were important. the big one is the godfather; it’ll be a cold day in hell when i finally watch that one.

favorite genres.

i’m a sucker for anything romantic. also film noir, superheroes, animated, female-led, stuff set in the 80s, lgbt film (that isn’t gross and exploitative), comedy horrors. idk man, it’s hard to describe.

least favorite genres.

dull as fuck period pieces that say approximately nothing new and hash out the same old tired shit about treatment of poc and/or women. comedies in the same vein of austin powers, napoleon dynamite and sasha baron cohen stuff. white feminist narratives. anything that is shitty about fat women. 

biggest movie pet peeve.

dark for no fucking reason!!! let films be bright and happy!!! ya girl hates having to strain her eyes to see what the heck is going on.

#answered #anonymous

[emoboijk]

Jeon Jeongguk—To Know a Person (03)

You’ve been calling, texting, emailing for years. But is that really enough to know a person? You’re about to find out. —fluff and angst

01 :: 02 :: 03 :: 04 :: 05 :: 06 :: 07 :: 08 :: 09 :: 10 :: 11 :: epilogue

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You were frozen in place, your feet planted on the ground in front of the escalator, your knuckles turning white because of your grip on your luggage. The tubby stomach of a man behind you bumped against your back, “Excuse me,” he grunted in brusque Korean.

You jolted from your spot, lunging forward to get out of the way. In your embarrassed hurry you let go of your suitcase, and it rolled right out of your reach.

Jungkook had seen the astonished look on your face and had tucked his phone back into his pocket, hanging up. He’d only seen you in pictures before. He couldn’t say that your expression now was what he had imagined when you both met for the first time. Your brow was furrowed and your teeth worried your bottom lip, chewing nervously. It was an endearing habit, he’d decided, but he didn’t like being the cause of your anxiety.

Despite all of that though, Jungkook took a moment. You were...stunning. He felt like the blind man seeing for the first time. But even that metaphor wasn’t quite right.

All he knew was that his heart was racing and his palms were sweating. And he was more nervous now than he had ever been in his entire career as an idol. And watching you now, he thought he would probably always feel this way when you entered a room.

He watched you rush away from the escalator after a few moments, your suitcase flying from your hand. Without thinking it through, without considering his careful plan to give you space with this newfound information, he leaped forward and secured it, suddenly appearing in front of you.

In his effort, the mask had slid down his face so that it was entirely revealed. You were starstruck for a moment, taking in the entirety of BTS’ Jeon Jungkook’s face, right in front of you. His eyes were wide and open and warm, clouded with concern and anxiety. You could see the cupid’s bow above his lip, damp with the heat from the mask and his exertion. His teeth reached out and bit his bottom lip, worrying it in the same way you were doing. You watched this momentary action - white teeth chewing pink flesh and had the immediate thought, I want to bite that lip.

You shook your head. Crap. That was too much. You didn’t even know this guy.

He looked down at the luggage he was still holding so that his hair fell into his eyes, from beneath his snapback, haphazardly. Your fingers itched to brush it out of the way, to slide through it and prove to yourself that it was as silky as it looked. You clenched a fist. What was going on with you?

You snatched the luggage back and held it close to you, fiddling with the tags for a moment to delay your interaction. Jungkook took your moment of hesitation to gather his wits. He stood to his full height and adjusted his mask, trying to puff out his chest and portray confidence. When your gaze stayed diverted he finally spoke —

“Y/N.”

You shivered involuntarily at the sound of your name on his lips, right by your ear. You could feel the exhale of his breath as he said it. As he, this voice you recognized, that you connected with, but that belonged to a face you didn’t know, said your name. You paused, hoping desperately that he’d say it again.

“Y/N?” Jungkook tried to keep his voice steady and confident, but he could feel the shakiness in his voice. He could feel the unsteadiness of his hands infect his words. He was running on adrenaline and the constant, heavy thumping of his heart - which he usually loved, craved even. But now...now he’d do anything just to calm down.

Your eyes lifted up to him, landing on his lips again. He was pouting, probably unconsciously. You wondered absently if there was any way he could ever look less than beautiful.

You let yourself take your time meeting his eyes. Going from his lips to the long length of his nose to the soft velvet of his skin to the curve of his ears… You examined every inch of his face you could before finally meeting his eyes. They were so brown and so warm, open and vulnerable in the face of this risk. He was terrified and it read plainly in his gaze.

But all you could think of was how different this face was, how different these eyes were, to those pictures you’d cherished for five years. Who is this person?

“Jeongguk?” You pronounced the syllables carefully, trying to emphasize the nonexistent difference between Jeongguk and Jungkook.

He nodded slowly, his gaze unwavering. He felt that you might bolt and run, he was hesitant to make any sudden movements.

Your eyes raked his face again, looking for a sign, anything that seemed familiar. There was nothing you could find in his features.

But his voice. Every time he spoke you had a near physical reaction. Every cell in your body recognized his voice and reached out to it, yearned for it. If you closed your eyes you were with Jeongguk. Opened, and you were with Jungkook.

“It’s...me,” he said in fragile Korean. His voice had dropped to a whisper, still afraid you might run. He was faced now with the fact he’d been avoiding ever since you’d made these plans - now you had no reason to trust him. None at all. Yet here he was, trying desperately to convince to give him a chance without even saying a word.

“Who?” you whispered back, almost savagely. But you meant it. Who was this person? Whose voice was the sound you lived for, that you were so intimately familiar with that every intonation communicated so much more than words could? Who was he, this pop star standing in front of you in jeans and a t-shirt and a snapback? You didn’t know him. Didn’t trust him.

Jungkook looked away. He didn’t want to have this conversation here. There was too much to explain. This place was too public. Even with the snapback and the mask, someone was bound to recognize him sooner or later. He needed fresh air and an open space. He needed the room to explain this to you. And he felt cramped here, stuffed in with other hurried travelers and bustling employees.

“I can explain,” he said urgently, “But not here. Please...come with me.” He stood up straight and as he did so he realized how close you’d both been leaning in. Your heads had been put together almost conspiratorially as you exchanged the emotionally charged, whispered words. But he backed away now, giving you space and offering his hand.

You eyed his hand warily. You’d been so focused on his face that you hadn’t noticed his hands. His hands. Long fingers and big palms, warm and strong. You wanted his hands...everywhere. But, whose hands were they?

“Why?” You watched the extended hand, tempting though it was as if it were a dangerous object. “Why should I trust you?”

“Because it’s me. I’m the one you’ve been talking with for five years. I am your best friend.” Your expression was less than convinced and he resolved to tackle that problem later. “If anything, you have nowhere else to go.”

You narrowed your eyes, spotting a familiar flop of ketchupy hair. “Yes, I do.” You pushed past Jungkook, suddenly infuriated by his actions. You have nowhere else to go. To use that as leverage? Now all you had was more doubts about this being your Jeongguk.

“So,” you said, pushing through the crowd and sidling up to Mark, “You wanted to know how it went?”

Jungkook watched you leave with someone, your hand clenched tightly to his shirtsleeve. He recognized the color of his hair and suspected the person’s identity, but Jungkook would worry about that later. He collapsed onto a seat and sighed, his head falling into his hands. He pulled the hat off of his head, feeling hot and exhausted as the adrenaline stopped coursing through his veins and he was left with a crushing disappointment weighing on his chest. He raked a hand through his hair and replaced the hat, about to get up when his phone started ringing harshly.

It was Seokjin-hyung.

“Hey,” Jin spoke quickly in Korean, a sudden shift from the soft English you’d been speaking earlier, “Are you on your way? I’m making kimchi-fried-rice. Will Y/N eat that or should I make something else for her?”

“She’s not coming. She...she’s…” Jungkook felt tears in his eyes and blinked rapidly to keep them at bay. He covered his face with one hand, pressing the phone to his ear with the other.

“What happened?” Jin said calmly. As always the caring tones of his hyung helped calm Jungkook down. It was a common joke around the dorms that JK came to Seoul when he was fourteen to raise Jin-hyung. It was only funny because of how untrue it was.

“She...she freaked, hyung. But...I told her she has nowhere else to go. But she left with some other guy.” Jungkook tensed his entire body, trying to make himself into concrete so he wouldn’t breathe the wrong way and dissolve into tears.

“You told her that she has nowhere else to go?” Jin said, sighing as he realized the maknae’s error.

“Yeah?”

“Doesn’t that sound like...I don’t know...you’ve got her in a foreign country and now she’s trapped? Trapped with someone who’s basically unfamiliar to her?” Seokjin proceeded carefully. He didn’t want to judge the maknae too harshly. The entire group had watched this relationship unfold and everyone knew how intense Jungkook’s feelings for you were. This trip, meeting you for the first time...it was a big deal. But Jungkook had a tendency to go too hard too fast, and that had cost him this time.

“But it’s me.” Jungkook was near sobbing. He felt desperate and frustrated. He just wanted to be with you - be around you, be near you, be in the same room for longer than five minutes. He wanted to smell your hair and hold your hand and hear your laugh in person. He wanted to see you smile because of something he did. He wanted you.

And you had run off with some red-haired stranger.

“Just text her and make sure she’s safe, that she actually knows where she’s going. I bet you anything she’ll be willing to meet you again.”

Exiting the airport, Mark asked very little questions. In fact, he didn’t seem all that perturbed by your intrusion on his car ride. He helped load your luggage into the trunk and opened the door for you.

You both were fortunate in that there were no cameras around, no one was tracking him. Well, except his driver and the one assistant who sat in the passenger seat. He looked at you and then looked at Mark as if to say: Who’s she? Is she worth worrying about? Apparently, Mark’s returning gaze communicated something, because the assistant didn’t say a word.

“I’m sorry to intrude,” you said, holding your bag to your chest like a shield. Mark shrugged nonchalantly and smiled in that easy way of his.

“Jackson Wang is one of my group mates,” he chuckled, “This is no intrusion.” He let that sentence hang in the air for another moment before he prodded the subject at hand, “Didn’t go well, I take it?”

Despite the question and the frenzy of emotions that it stirred in you, it felt better to be sitting here with Mark. You felt sane. When you were with Jungkook there was so much flying around inside your brain - different languages, five years worth of memories, everything about him physically. Now you felt, almost, at home. Speaking English easily and confidently with someone who could understand, who was who you thought they were.

“No,” you sighed, picking at a loose string on the front of your bag, “Do you know...BTS?”

“Yes,” Mark said, deadpan, “I’m sort of in the business. They sort of are the business.”

“Right,” you chuckled, shaking your head, “Good. So. My Jeongguk is the Jungkook of BTS.”

“No,” Mark gasped, his face contorting in surprise.

“Yup.” You buried your head in your bag, the rush of emotions you’d felt in the airport suddenly pooling in your chest again. 

“Wow,” Mark said, taken aback, brushing the hair from his face, “I’m so glad you sat next to me on the plane.”

You chuckled, “Shut up!”

He laughed, too, “So what are you going to do?”

“I...I don’t know,” you sighed again. You were exhausted, you’d been on a plane for nearly twenty-four hours, pumped with adrenaline for nearly the entire ride and now…

You’d expected a person you recognized, trusted, knew to be waiting for you. And some part of you suspected that that was who you had been there. But the other part of you...wondered.

“He lied to me,” you said, looking up, “For five years.”

“Did he?” Mark wondered, glancing down at his phone absently.

“What do you mean?”

“He sent you some other guy’s pictures...does that mean he lied about everything else?” Mark wondered, picking up his phone to text someone back, “You might want to find out.”

Almost on cue, your phone buzzed:

Jeongguk—I know it was a shock. Just let me know that you’re safe.

You sighed: 

I’m fine.

Jeongguk—Good.

Jeongguk—Jin-hyung is telling me not to do this but…Please meet me again. I know it was a lot all at one time. And that I go too hard too fast with everything. But...you’re my best friend. Please let me explain.

You looked up at Mark. He was absorbed in his phone, watching the screen seriously. You opened and closed your mouth. What would you have said? Just repeated the same dilemma in different words? He sent you some other guy’s pictures...does that mean he lied about everything else? You might want to find out.

Let me sleep. I’ll text you.

Jungkook stared down at the words, afraid to let hope fill his chest. This was something, at least. I’ll text you. But...would you? At this point, he wasn’t sure of anything.

As he rode home in the backseat of the SUV, he let his eyes slip closed. It was only mid-afternoon but Jungkook was exhausted. On the drive to the airport, he’d let himself dream about what this first meeting would be like. He pictured you running into his arms, he dreamed about the feeling of your body beneath his hands, pressed against him. He’d pictured your smile - true, genuine and in person.

There was no semblance of that dream now. Instead, he thought back to when he’d first started chatting with you. Namjoon-hyung had recommended some kind of pen pal activity. Jungkook was still in school then, and it was a struggle just to stay focused on any subject, let alone English. The members thought that this might motivate him...or something.

They were at the computer with him, the single dinky one that they all shared, when he signed up for the service and was matched with you. Jungkook tried sounding out your name, clumsily, the other members joining in. Jin-hyung had encouraged him to send an introductory email (in English) first. But all he could come up with was - You try learn Korean?

“Aish,” Yoongi-hyung had groaned when he read the message, “That’s it?”

Jungkook shrugged. He had no idea what else to say. Let alone how to say it. But you had responded in kind, in clumsy Korean - Yeah. You learn English?

Jungkook chuckled, thinking back on the start of it all. Four simple words and he had been hooked on you. He saw in this four words a kindred spirit. But that was as far as it got before the...complications.  What’s your name? *Please correct Korean....

Jungkook typed the correct Korean question (이름이 뭐예요?) and then he turned to Seokjin-hyung. “What should I say?”

They both shared a look with Namjoon, and he shrugged his shoulders. “That’s up to you, Jungkook. You know what business we’re in. Use your judgment.”

“I…” Jungkook trusted his instincts, “don’t think I should tell her I’m a trainee. But, I think my name would be okay?” He was still unsure, and he looked at Namjoon for confirmation. He nodded and Jungkook turned back to the computer — I am Jeongguk *Please correct English…

He smiled at the mirror message he’d sent back, having fun already. It had been a split second decision to use this Romanization of his name. It was a little distinction that ended up being very important to both you and him.

Sitting in the back of the SUV now, though, he would do anything to just tell you from the get-go. To have a chance of meeting you in an airport in the way he had pictured.

In your own car, your thoughts ran along the same vein. Why hadn’t he told you from the beginning? Well...you could understand why he may not have divulged that information right away. He hadn’t known you.

But...it had been five years. Hadn’t he started to trust you at all during that time? He couldn’t have spared a moment on the phone - on those nights you stayed up for hours just talking - to tell you this?

Would you have believed him?

Maybe. Maybe not.

But everything made sense now. He had six close friends whom he worked with - that would be the rest of BTS. And this explained why you never had very much concrete information about his daily goings on - he was a K-Pop idol, he spent his time singing and dancing and working.

You slumped against your seat, feeling stupid. Your mother’s words echoed in your head - some boy you barely know… But that’s the thing, you did know him. You just...didn’t recognize him. Your heart sank at the realization, and at the seemingly insurmountable task of reconciling things.

“Just let it be,” Mark spoke up, finally looking up from his phone, “At least until you get some sleep. There’s jet lag all over your face.”

“But where am I supposed to go?” you murmured, covering your eyes with your hands, “All of my plans depended on Jeongguk.”

Mark rolled his eyes. “You’ll stay with me. Obviously.”

The GOT7 dorms were basically an apartment. Relatively small and a little cramped. It was instantly clear that a bunch of boys lived here. Mark picked up clothes and shoes and things as he entered the living space, moving them out of the pathway. He didn’t seem bothered by any of it.

“You can crash in Jinyoung’s room,” Mark said, “He’s the neatest.”

“Are you the first one back?”

“Kinda. Jackson, BamBam, and Youngjae have their own apartments. JB, Jinyoung and Yugyeom are all with family till the end of the week.”

“Why’d you come back so soon?”

Mark shrugged. “Alone time.”

You winced, “Sorry.” He turned to smile at you, appreciating the thought.

“That’s okay. You need somebody. I get that.” He showed you to Jinyoung’s room, opening the door and waving his arm towards the room. “Home sweet home,” he said, “I’m going to shower and get some rest. You okay?”

“Yeah, I just want to sleep.” He paused before heading towards the bathroom. He took a deep breath and patted your shoulder soothingly.

“It’ll be okay. You’ll feel better after you sleep.”

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