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boyfriend material | kth

⤑ series: kinda hot

⤑ pairing: campus flirt!taehyung x sweet girl!reader

⤑ genre: fluff !! // nd some smut!

⤑ rating: explicit

⤑ word count: 6.7K // unedited.

⤑ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, biting, spitting, fingering (f. receiving), squirting, hair pulling if you like squint.

⤑ A/N: hiiii! this is wicked late nd i’m lowkey annoyed bc i did not plan for it to be - buuut i really hope you like it . as usual let me know what you think !! x

FEBRUARY 6TH, 2021 | 17:40

“This is for you,” Tae's grinning on the other side of the door, an assortment of flowers in the shape of a teddy bear held out in front of him. You're cooing, eyes focused on the gift. “It's cute!” The pure gleeful tone of your voice has a chuckle passing his lips.

Taking the bear from his grasp, you lead him inside your house. Jimin is sat in front of a muted TV, doing a terrible job at pretending he wasn't listening to everything the two of you were saying. Luckily, Jungkook had stepped out to pick up their dinner – no telling how much more obvious he'd be.

Setting the bear down on the counter, you're finally taking in Taehyung entirely. Handsome. Not like that was much different from how he normally looked. But handsome with effort tonight. He even went so far as to put some product in his hair, defining the permed curls that usually laid messily.

“You put on a suit!” Hands curling around the lapels of his pale mint jacket as your fingers smooth over the fabric. Standing this close to him, you can clearly see the blush that darkens his cheeks. A bit surprised at the new effect you have on him, but you don't let it show.

Fingers steadily bouncing up his chest until your able to tap your index finger onto the tip of his nose. “You look adorable. Let me go get my bag,” With you no longer clouding his senses with your sweet lavender scent. Positive it's the body wash lotion set he bought you for your birthday last year.

Yet, he doesn't remember it smelling this intoxicating in the store.

He had been so flustered before that he neglected to tell you how beautiful he thought you looked. Nearly lost his balance when you were opening up the door, standing a few inches above your normal height. Makeup done nicely, he's spent enough time on FaceTime watching you practice to guess how hard you worked on this look. And it paid off.

“Are you nervous?” Jimin's carries from the living room, proper up on his knees to look over the back of the couch.

Taehyung lets out a tsk, hands sinking into the pockets of his dress pants. Leaning back slightly, feigning nonchalance. What did he have to be nervous about? The facade only lasts two seconds before his shoulders are slumping and his brows are furrowing. “Is it obvious?”

Jimin's barking out a laugh, head tilting back as the sound of his laughter fills the room. “Oh, unbelievably. You can relax, though. She's excited,” That was the truth. Despite the fact this date wouldn't be something you'd chose for yourself, you were still excited to be going out with Taehyung.

And the fact that he had put so much effort into at least trying to impress you was reason enough for you not to complain. He was trying! Exactly what you asked him to do. It was going to be a learning process for both of you, but it would be fine. Determined to have a good time with him, no matter what.

“Okay. I'm ready to go!” Stretching out the last syllable of your words, hopping from the second step to the landing. Taehyung is straightening at the sight of you, plucking up your jacket from the back of the couch and draping it over your shoulders.

You thank him with a smile, stepping in front of him. “Bye, Jimin! Tell Jungkook to stay out of my room!” Blow a dozen kisses over your shoulder at him while Taehyung leads you out the door with a gentle hand on your back.

He's parked in front of your house, moving quickly to pull the passenger's side door open for you. Just from a quick glance, you can tell that he's cleaned up his car a bit. The small pile of empty water bottles gone from the backseat, his scattered gym clothes tucked neatly in his duffle bag. He even went as far as to vacuum the seats!

Dark eyes trained on you as he leans against the side of the door, his lower lip tucked into his mouth, tongue running over it. “You look gorgeous, Tiny.” He says with a slight nod of his head, eyes traveling from your face to your shoes. “Breathtaking, actually. It's insane,”

The giggle you let out is real and one hundred percent involuntary. A weird warmth spreading throughout your body at his compliments and the way he's looking at you. He just might drive you mental before you're even your driveway. He takes your flushed expression as your thanks, pushing your door closed with a large grin.

“Play something you like,” He's handing his phone over to you just after securing his seatbelt around his waist. Quickly tapping his code onto the screen and watching while his apps fall into place. The playlist that he with all your favorite songs is still saved among the rest of the lists.

So of course you're hitting shuffle on that.

He's whooping at the starting notes of the first song that plays, both of you passing lines of the song to each other as he turns on to the highway. He breaks into a fit of laughter as you breeze through the chorus, letting the whole highway know exactly what WAP stands for.

Laughter and screeched lyrics fill the car, you find his look of accomplishment each time he's finishing a verse oddly attractive. He's skidding to a stop fourteen minutes later and you're taking a moment to glance around outside. A look of confusion taking over your features.

“This isn't the restaurant?” With squinted eyes you're taking a better look at the building, turning to look over at him. “This isn't even a restaurant,” An abandoned building from the looks of it, a few stories tall. He doesn't seem as confused as you are, no, he's actually getting out of the car, pulling your door open.

You take his hand as he offers it, allowing him to pull you from your seat. The largest of grins on his face as he sets his hand on the small of your back. “You know I can kick your ass, right?” A little reminder as he leads you into the dark building. He's laughing, hand gliding from your back to your hand, loosely holding on to your fingers.

“Relax. Just trust me,” And because you'd follow Taehyung... well, into a creepy abandoned building, you let him lead you all the way to the old-fashioned elevator. He's pushing a few buttons and pulling a lever before the thing is rattling to life.

Shaking as it goes up and you lean against the railing to keep from tumbling over. His hand is reaching out to steady you, secured around your waist as he pulls you into his side. “Where did you even find this place?” It's way too comfortable in his arms, you don't move even when the shaking stops.

“It used to be a hotel... or a brothel or something,” He says with a shrug.

The elevator carries you all the way up to the highest floor and he steps out in front of you. “Wait, we're eating at a brothel?” Despite the begging questions begging in your mind, there's a laugh mixed in your words as he takes hold of your hand again.

“Something like that,” And that's all he says as he leads you down a narrow hallway, to the door at the end of it. He's pulling it open to reveal a set of stairs, gesturing for you to walk ahead of him.

He's all smiley and giddy, rushing you to get to the top of the stairs. And when you are, you sure the grin he's looking at you with could split his face. His hand on the doorknob as he bounces on the soles of his feet. “Are you ready?” Not even sure for what, but you're nodding.

No idea it was possible, but his smile grows as he pushes the door open. He's cute. Full cheeks lifted, both rows of teeth showing, his lips forming that boxy smile on his that you liked so much. With a sideways step, he's revealing what has had him bouncing since you pulled up to this place.

The first thing you notice is the lights. Dozen little fairy lights strung along the ledge of the building. There are candles too, lit and scattered around the floor and the edge. Flower petals scattered around, adding pops of color to the warm glow. A neatly set table in the middle of it all, besides it a cart holding a bucket of ice. You don't even have to look to know he's got your favorite drink cooling in there.

“You did this?” Right in front of your eyes, but you still can't believe it.

He's pulling you further on to the rooftop, stunned that you almost forget to move. Never has someone ever done anything like this for you. It was so simple and so nice. Private in a way you thought a dinner date should be, you couldn't believe it. “Did you really think I'd take you to some stuffy restaurant?”

You're sinking into the seat he pulls out for you, peaking down at the menu that's placed on top of your empty plate. “Tae's Five Star Restaurant,” You read the bold print out loud, gawking at the fact that he even printed out his own menu. Albeit, there was only one item to choose from, but still, this was amazing.

“I promised you five-star dining and I don't lie to you,” He's flicking the page open to point at the one item listed: 'Yn's Specialty Sampler'. “Entrées are small here too, but that's only because it's all your favorite foods,” He looks so proud of himself.

And you're in complete utter shock. “You made all of my favorite foods!?” Honestly, any more of this and you might burst into tears. When did do all this? How and why? What made him want to do this... for you?

The large plate he sets in front of you is exactly as he described it, a small taste of all the foods that you've ever told him were your favorite. From noodles to nuggets. He has his own personalized dish ready for himself, it's almost identical to yours considering you share a lot of the same favorites.

“I know you hate surprises, so I told Jungkook. I'm surprised he didn't spoil it,” You're thinking back to how adamant he was to keep you from saying anything to Taehyung about this. How he hammered in the fact that Tae should figure it out on his own, all while knowing that Taehyung had already figured it out on his own.

Props to Jungkook for keeping this one to himself. “I'm glad he didn't spoil it. I like this surprise,” You say with a smile that has the corners of his lips lifting, eyes squinting into his grin. It doesn't falter when he's leaning down to take the first bites of his food.

You're doing the same, surprised at how good it all actually is. Taehyung wasn't really the best of the best when it came to cooking, he had one really good dish and everything else was edible at best. So many times you've tight-lipped smiled through a meal he wanted you to try.

This was nothing like that. “This is wicked good!”

“Right? Jin helped me,” Something about him going to one of your friends for help putting this together warms your heart. A certain type of care that was tied into the simple action that has you swooning, eyes no doubt in the shape of hearts as you watch him from across the table.

He's focused on mixing his noodles around, brows furrowed and nose scrunched to make this real cute look of concentration. He's pushing a large bite into his mouth, lips poked out in a tiny pout as he chews.

Tongue poking out to lick his lips before he's reaching for his glass to gulp down some water. And you're staring at him the entire time like he's hung the stars. You realize after a moment, shifting in your seat and turning the focus on your own plate again.

“What should we talk about?” Silent moments never really happened between the two of you, not even the comfortable time. Both of you always had something to say and there was always a rebuttal follow after.

Maybe it was just you, but sitting across from him in this romantic setting, full knowledge that you were on a date... like a potential boyfriend date, had stolen all the conversation topics straight from your brain. It had been different when you were in the car, it was light and friendly, platonic. But sitting across from him, being forced to take him in as a man made it feel awkward(?) for some reason.

He's shrugging his shoulders, lifting a napkin to wipe at his lips while he leans back in his chair. “Why don't you tell me something new about you?”

“There's nothing new,” Soft laughter breaking through your words. “You know everything about me,”

Taehyung is sitting up in his chair, elbows resting on the table and chin finding his palms. “Tell me twice then,” He knew there were quite a few things missing in his mind when it came to knowing you. Of course, he knew the obvious things, your favorite foods, favorite movie, embarrassing middle stories, but he was quickly finding out there was a lot that he overlooked.

He wanted to know that.

It was oddly endearing to hear. Seeing how interested he looked, ready to hang on to every word of yours, even if he's heard it already. So you're quickly searching your brain for something to tell him, something that he may have been oblivious to.

Face lighting up when you're thinking of something. He had been with Ailee at the time, in the early stages of their relationships when she was able to convince him to 'back off' with spending time with you. That entire week was filled with so much recklessness one would not believe.

“Did I ever tell you about the time I got banned from a Cinnabon?”

FEBRUARY 6TH, 2021 | 19:18

Okay. So there was a lot Taehyung didn't know about you. The tiny bit of exhibitionism laced in all of your stories was something he was quickly picking up on. Actions screaming 'look at me' in such an obvious, he couldn't believe that he didn't notice until now.

He shares a lot of things about himself too. The shit he and the guys get into when you're not around to be the voice of reason (the job usually falls on Joon, but he's nothing with a few drinks and Jin on his arm). Drag racing to the edge of a cliff would be where you'd draw the line.

The look of pure horror on your face as he recounted the events is funny to him.

Dozens of stories follow all the way through your meal and moments after. It's comfortable. But the obvious drag of the toe over his shin keeps things from slipping too far into the friendly side. You play with the idea of going higher, wondering how his reaction would change the higher you go. But, you keep it in your head.

Barely halfway through the date, you couldn't just be jumping his bones because he impressed you with dinner.

“So what's the romantic walk in the park?” You ask when you're riding back down in the old elevator. Tae's got an arm slung over your shoulders again, using the rattle of the machine as an excuse to hold you close.

With the surprise turnaround of dinner, you're excited to see what else he's put together. Almost feeling bad that you had complained about tonight before it even happened. So sure that it was going to be something to roll your eyes at, but you were thoroughly enjoying yourself.

Which was inevitable whenever you were with Taehyung.

“You'll see,” He says in a sing-song tone, taking your hand and leading you out of the building. Fingers wrapping around yours the entire walk to his car where he's pulling the door open for you and guiding you inside.

He's moving to the backseat once you're door is shut, rummaging around on the floor before he's pushing the door closed. Sliding in beside you with a pair of your black platform sneakers in hand, extending them out to with a simple nod of his head. “Put these on,”

You're in shock because these are the same shoes you saw Jungkook take out of your room this morning. Ignoring you when you asked where he was going with them. And now you can't help but wonder just how many of your friends he recruited to make this date happen. It was sweet.

“Did Jungkook give these to you?” Speaking while undoing the tie on your boot, tugging it from your foot with ease.

Taehyung nods, hands moving to push the car into gear. “I asked to grab them after he said I should be sure walking around was comfy since you get grumpy so easily.” It's pretty obvious that Jungkook delivered your message about not wanting to walk around a park in heels in the most subtle way he knew how.

“I do not get grumpy easily,” You're saying with a roll of your eyes, bent forward to tie the laces on your sneakers that you miss the look on his face. But you hear the unconvinced scoff he lets out. “You threaten to beat one of us up at least three times a day,” He's pointing out with a chuckle.

You ignore his fact, extending your leg out in front of you to admire the shoes on your feet, twisting your ankle to give yourself the full view. “Well, you guys always deserve it.” Dropping your leg back down, you turn to face him. Arms crossed on the middle console, face leaned toward his. “So when you say romantic walk do you mean like a string quartet following our every step? Or have you arranged for dozens of shooting stars to appear at the end of our trail?”

Tae's letting out a laugh, hand lifting so he can use his finger to push your face away from his. “Yeah, cause I control the stars,” Forcing his attention to stay on the road to keep the urge of wanting to kiss you at bay. Something that he has been doing for the majority of this date. Date Yn was cute in a whole different light.

Alluring beyond imagination. He nearly lost it when he first felt the tap of your foot against his leg. Not wanting to make a huge deal out of it, so he sat there silently wishing you'd push it up higher. Putting way more focus than necessary on the words that were coming from your mouth.

And now you were leaning in close to him, intoxicating him with your sweet scent and soft voice. Trying to guess what awaits the two of you, each idea more outrageous than the last. You're moving closer with each one until your nose is pressed against his cheek. Car pulled to a stop at a red light, so your lips are puckering brushing against his skin.

“Tell me?” He's shaking his head, lips tucked into his mouth. The lips of your fingers bouncing from his wrist to his bicep, poking at it gently. “Please?” He thinks the pout on your lips is adorable and insistent way you press your lips to his cheek has his brain short-circuiting.

Not used to you like this. But not complaining in the slightest bit. He liked Date Yn. Although, he couldn't help but wonder if this was you on a date or you on a date with him. He doesn't think too hard on it, letting himself enjoy the feeling of your lip on his skin. Breath hitching when your mouth is reaching his neck.

You notice the sigh he lets out, just as your teeth are scraping against his skin. Tongue smoothing over it slowly and it has his fingers tightening on the steering wheel. You're pulling back with a laugh, head tilting up to look at him. Jaw set and eyes glued to the road in front of him.

“Please?” He's a bit ashamed of how his pants tighten at the sound of the begging in your tone. Ignores it as he ignores you, hiding the smile that pushes on his features as he's pulling into a parking spot. “You can relax, we're here.” He says it but doesn't mean it.

Seriously considering taking a few laps around the block if it meant having you kissing up on him like that. Your attention is shifting from him to where he's brought you. Which looks more like a normal park than anything. Before you can pester him for more answers, he's slipping out of the car, going around to open up the door for you.

Within the park is a bridge, couples scattered along it. Walking and holdings hands, sitting close and leaning over the trailing to look at the water. Street lamps creating a pretty glow underneath the night sky. The warmth of Taehyung's arm circling around your waist spreads throughout your body.

Easily being tucked into his side. “There's no crazy surprise, just thought you'd want to look at the water for a bit,” He's walking the both of you to the railing, arm dropping from your body to hold on. Peaking over the edge, you spot a few turtles paddling through the water.

“You know they scream when they fuck?” He's pointing ahead of you at the turtles in the water. “It's like...” He's imitating the loud screechy squeal they let out, loudly. Stealing the attention of some couples close enough to hear.

Hand punching against his chest as you shush him, the sound of your laughter pulling a soft giggle from your lips. “People are gonna think I'm out with a weirdo,” His smile is the prettiest thing you've ever seen.

His arm drops onto your shoulder to tug you toward him. “You are out with a weirdo,” He didn't even say anything particularly suggestive, but the tone he uses and the look in his eye has a chill running down your spine. Tae takes his time looking you over now that you're much closer to him, eyes scanning over your features.

“Did I already tell you how good you looked?” Arm looped around his and head tilted up so you're getting a better look at his face. “You might've mentioned it,”

Soft lips curling into a smile, he's reaching up toward your face, pinching your nose gently. “Good, then I only need to tell you that you're my best friend,” You're interrupting with a large smile. “I already knew that too,” He's used to the smart-ass look on your face, never knew how attractive he found it until now.

“And... there's more,” His arm is moving from your shoulders, fingers lacing around yours. “You're my best friend and I like you a lot. You know that too, but I meant it when I said I'd make it easy for you to see that. You're special to me and I'm not going to mess this up,” He's got this look on his face that you've never seen before.

Riddled with seriousness, not an ounce of playfulness hidden in his features. He was being genuine. And you could feel it, in some unexplainable way you knew he was telling you the truth. Not sure if it was the pretty dinner he had set up for you or being under the night sky and stars, but you could feel your guard melting away.

You don't bother to talk yourself out of it as you're leaning up on your toes, nose nudging his as your arms wrap around his neck, easily pulling him down to press a kiss to his lips.

FEBRUARY 6TH, 2021 | 20:59

You're walking back to his car hand-in-hand. Back pressed on the door while his hand rests above your head. Face inches from yours and it takes a lot of willpower not to lean up and kiss him. His hand glides up the side of your body until he's able to grasp your hip, pushing your hips back slightly.

“Should I take you home or do you want to spend more time with me?” The two of you had spent a gross amount of time walking along the bridge. Switching from holding hands, to linking arms, to being attached to each other's sides. Kissing breaks against the railing mixed in.

Now he's offering to drive you home, but you've had such a great time with him tonight that's the last thing you want to do. “I don't want to go home yet,” Mouth forming into a slight pout, your hands lifting to link wrists behind his neck.

His lips are sticky with your gloss, forming a slight smirk as he steps in closer to you. “So then that means....?” His brows lift expectantly, waiting for you to fill in the blank. “I want to spend more time with you,”

Pretty dark eyes shine at your words, even though he knew they were coming. Hand dropping back to curl around the door handle, he's carefully pulling the door open, moving you to the side. “I was hoping you'd say that,” He's ushering you back into the car before moving to the duck in on his side.

It's another fifteen-minute ride back to the abandoned building from earlier. You're way less sketched out this time around, following him in without a bit of hesitance. Cuddling close to him as the elevator rattles up and leading him up the stairs to the roof.

The lights are still up, sparkling prettily against the cloudy sky. Candles blown out, but the flower petals are still scattered around. The table is gone and in its place is an assortment of blankets laid out on the floor in front of it a projector propped on a few boxes. “Tae. There's no way you came up here and did this without me knowing,”

He's grinning from ear to ear, obviously proud of himself as he pulls you further out. “I had Hobi come and do it. He helped set up for dinner too,” There's a laptop set up beside the projector which he's walking to, fingers typing against the keyboard before the title screen of Howl's Moving Castle is appearing.

Standing straight, he's calling you over with a wave of his hand. And you're letting out a sound that would be embarrassing in front of anyone else, excitement building throughout your body as you bounce over to him. Both of you getting comfortable on the sheets as the movie starts.

You last a good twenty minutes.

His arm had been set behind you, your body cuddled into his side but you're deciding that's not enough. That you want to be closer. It starts with your arm wrapped around his torso, but a few minutes pass and you're not satisfied. So you're moving to sit between his legs, which is better.

Much better. Long legs caging you in and arms wrapped around your waist. You can feel the hammer of his heart against your back. He's trying hard to focus on the movie to not think about the way your ass is smushed against his dick and one wrong... or right move would have him standing at attention.

Just as he's finished his silent prayer that you don't move again, oblivious to your true intentions, you're shifting. Twisting in his arms until you're facing each other, legs spread and outstretched over his thighs. His eyes drop, catching a glimpse of your cotton panties, visible because of how careless you're being in your skirt.

“I've seen this movie a million times,” Hands slipping underneath his jacket to travel from his chest to his neck. He's kicking it into gear the moment he's seeing the look in your eyes, hands dropping to rest low on your hips. “Me too,” He's agreeing, visibly having a conversation in his head before he's letting his hands drop.

Watching your face as he squeezes, the flutter of your eyes, and the drop of your jaw does something to him. Effectively setting his body on fire and it only gets worse when you're leaning down to suck his lower lip into your mouth. “Wanna make out?” You're asking, but not really, tongue already toying with his lip.

“Yeah,” He breathes, just to hear the pretty moan you let out. Attaching your mouth to his, tilting his head back as you shift onto your knees. It's extremely hot how in control you are, never would've expected it coming from you – but he was learning to expect surprises when it comes to you.

You've got a fistful of his hair, swallowing every grunt he lets out into the sloppy kiss. Free hand reaching back to take hold of his, dragging it all the way up to your chest. Hand over his, you're closing his palm around your boob. His hand is much larger than yours, it's an obvious difference.

He's boldly swiping his thumb where he suspects your nipple to be, grinning against your mouth when he's sure he's found it through your shirt. His other hand moves quickly from your ass, secured around your waist as he easily whips your body around. Loud laughs leaving your lips as Tae swiftly flips you onto your back, positioning himself between your legs.

Again.

Large hands gripping the edge of your shirt, hurriedly untucking it from your skirt. His mouth is quickly finding your ear, teeth nibbling at the skin. You're not sure if you should concentrate on that or his hands slipping underneath your shirt. Mind made up when he's wiggling his underneath your bra, tweaking the nipple he had just teased.

“You looked so pretty, tonight. Who'd you get all dressed up for?” The answer to his question so obvious that it could be rhetorical. But, you know better. The breathy deep tone of his voice pressed right against his ear, being one indicator.

Tae pulls a moan from you by sinking his teeth into the little juncture between your jaw and neck. Nipple pinched between his middle and index finger and your eyes are fluttering, legs spreading. “You, Tae.” Sighing, your head lulls back as his tongue swipes against your skin. Hand moving to continue his assault on the other side.

“Just me,” He's mumbling, so you wouldn't have heard him if he wasn't so close. His head lifts to get a better look at your face, watching the way you bite back your moans as his fingers toy with you. “My tiny,” Leaning down, his nose bumps against yours, just before he's pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I want to hear you,”

His hand glides down your stomach, fingers meeting the piece of jewelry attached to your navel. It's just a thought, a passing one that he laughs at the moment it's popping into his head. But he checks anyway, shocked to see he was right.

Years and years ago, when you had just turned sixteen – he had gone with you to get your belly pierced. Joked about you getting a 'T' piercing since he was the one that drove you and paid for it. He bought it, as a joke of course. Asked you why you never wore it, still as a joke. But here you were six years later, wearing it. And just from the instant way his body reacts, he knows it was never a joke.

“God, you're fucking perfect.” Head lifting so he can see your face when he says it. The blush that takes over your features, that wasn't there when he had his hand up your shirt. Only appearing when he complimented you.

That's cute.

With a hand buried in his messy hair, you're pulling him down toward you, mouth capturing his again. Tongue pushing in his mouth just as he's slotting his hand between your legs, feeling out the wetness. “Shit, you're fucking soaked.” His words come out more desperate and needy than he intended, plagued by thoughts of how it would feel to be inside you.

“Bet I'd slide right in,” The tip of his finger traces over your entrance as he speaks, poking at the fabric just enough to have you thinking he'd finger you that way. “Think you'd be able to take all of me?” He's pushing his hips forward, hard cock pressed against your thigh.

Hips slowly rolling just so you can feel the entirety of him. “Fuck, please. Tae,” You gasp, lower back arching off of the blankets. “Shh, baby. I got you,” Easily nudging your panties to the side, the first thing he does is find your clit. Circling around it with the tips of your fingers as you squirm, screeched moans filling the air.

Neither of you hears the first crack of thunder. Barely notice the first few droplets that hit your bodies. He's more focused on slipping a long finger past your walls, to the knuckle. “Oh, fuck!” Body moving like a jolt as he curls his finger inside of you. Only pulling back to slip another one in along with the first.

He's picking up the pace, pumping his fingers in and out of you while quickly circling your clit with his thumb. The droplets of rain that have soaked his hair, rolling down his face is what has you realizing that it's raining. The thought knocked out of your head when he's pushing a third finger in, the slight pain of the stretch mixing with the pleasure beautifully.

No one's ever looked hotter, you're sure of it. Hooded eyes zeroed in on the movement of his fingers, teeth cutting into his lower lip. Hair damp and sticking to his forehead, the steady flex of the muscles in his chest is visible through his soaked shirt. A soft groan leaves his lips when he feels your walls squeezing around his fingers.

Dropping back down to pull your lips into another desperate kiss, teeth, and tongue clashing as the strokes of his fingers grow bolder. Shoving you toward the orgasm you're chasing. Your hips lift to grind into his hand, fingers curled around his ears to hold his head steady against yours. He's swallowing every gasp and whimper that leaves your mouth, grinning because he knows he's the cause of them.

“You wanna cum, baby? All over my fingers.. do you want me to make you cum?” It's almost like he's taunting you, tips of his fingers teasing that rough patch of skin deep inside of you and ripping a strained cry from your throat. “Please!” He's pressing down harder on your clit, thumb matching the pace of his fingers.

So close you can almost taste it, but it's quickly melting away with the slow of his fingers. Hands shooting to wrap around his wrist, keeping him from pulling all the way out. “Please, what?” He prompts with this maniacal look and you feel like your head is about to explode.

“Please, please make me cum, Tae. Please, I need it... wanna cum all over your fingers,” You hear him curse under his breath before he's pressing his mouth to yours again. It only takes a few strokes of his fingers, thumb pressed against your clit to make you fall apart.

Mind turning to mush, incoherent sentences flying from your lips as your hips grind into his hand. Riding out your orgasm and his fingers don't stop, in fact, he's pushing deeper inside of you, teasing your g-spot.

The dull pressure in your stomach intensifies, spreading throughout your limbs. It's not until his thumb is quickly moving around your clit do you realize what he's trying to do. Eyes going wide as the second wave rips through you, leaving your body in a stream that's forcing his fingers from inside of you.

He almost came at the sound of your scream, the breathless giggle that follows, a sound that he's not even sure you're aware you let out. His fingers are covered with your arousal, so of course, he's pushing them into his mouth to suck the taste off. You watch through hood eyes, the hollow of his cheeks as he sucks, pink tongue slipping out to leak between them.

You're reaching for him with weak arms, mouth open to silently ask for a taste. You half expect him to kiss you, but he's full of surprises tonight. His jaw moves and lips pucker, a glob of spit slipping out and landing on your tongue. Finger tapping at your jaw and you're quick to clamp your mouth shut, swallowing with your eyes on him.

Making a show of opening your mouth to flaunt its emptiness. He's laughing, even more, convinced of your perfection. Lips nearing to pull you in for another kiss, only to be interrupted by the quick shove against his chest, head bowing as you sneeze.

Once. Twice. Three times. He had noticed the rain before, but only now is he putting together how soaked you were... not in the good way. The tip of your nose red from the cold, hair that you spent an hour straightening falling in wet waves.

“Aw, baby.” He coos, reaching to pushing a few damp pieces of hair out of your face. “Let's get you out of the rain.”

FEBRUARY 6TH, 2021 | 22:37

“You sure you don't want to come in? You can change and spend the night,” Taehyung denies with a shake of his head as his car skids to a stop in front of your house. He'd want to fuck you if he was coming up... spending the night. Safe to say you want the same with the way you haven't let go of his thigh since he's started driving.

Not a complaint.

Fucking you was something that he wanted to do. Thought about it more times than he'd like to admit. But he had a small listen of things he wanted to do first. Tonight wasn't planned but could be excused because it was about you.

He had more things set in his mind to do to prove that he was boyfriend material. To you and to himself. He wanted to get this right. Needed to because it was you. You deserved the best, more than that. You deserved perfection. Because that's what you were.

“I'll call you tomorrow morning,” He promises.

Your face beams, not even bothering to mask your excitement. “Okay,” It's cute how giddy you are at the promise of a phone call.

Tae shoves the car in park so he can lean back to reach into the backseat. Rummaging through his gym bag, presenting a towel after a few minutes. Slightly used, but dry enough to shield you from the rain. He's handing it off to you, just before you're pulling the door open.

“Use that,” It smells like him. It surrounds you as you drape it over your shoulders, head tilting to look up at him.

He's close, large hand at the top of your head and thumb stroking soothingly against your scalp. “Bye,” He mumbles, but doesn't give you any space to move. And you're just as bad because you repeat his words, but don't make any moves either.

Just sat there staring at each other with these lovesick doe eyes, not saying anything. And it's not weird, or awkward. It's comfortable. Comforting. You don't want to move.

“Wanna go on another date?” Taehyung is the one to break the silence, a question that has your stomach filling with butterflies. Despite the fact, you've just ended a date with him. Haven't even left the car. “Can we go tomorrow?” It's eager and needy, but you don't care.

Care even less when he's nodding. “Yeah, okay. Bye.” He still doesn't move and neither do you. Correction, you do move, but only to get closer to him. Your goodbye dying on his lips as you pull him in for another kiss.

— you’ve always been cute, soft, tiny in taehyung’s eyes. but that’s changing one night when you’re accidentally sending him a naughty picture. forcing him to realize, maybe his best friend is kinda… hot?

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nessaaa hi hello tell me your favourite things<3 <3

vicky hiiii okay so i did actually start putting together a list like this yesterday so here you go <3 <3 <3

and then we danced (2019) one of my favourite movies of all time, it just holds a very very special place in my heart

the godfather (1972) + the godfather part ii (1974) + the behemoth i know you've already seen these, but i couldn't not put them in given uhh everything i do with my time

all the president's men (1976) once again.... self explanatory but genuinely an insanely insanely good movie i am obsessed with it, i adore it so so much

moonlight (2016) genuinely lifechanging. i watched it for the first time last june (??) and i haven't stopped thinking about it since, i will forever be awed and blown away by this

oh also ! dog day afternoon (1975) and shoplifters (2018)

angels in america by tony kushner !!!!! i can't stress enough how incredibly, incredibly important this play is to me for so so many reasons, it's one of the most beautiful things i have ever read/seen, it's breathtaking in so many ways

the normal heart by larry kramer <3 this devastated me, just completely, there's a recording of it on youtube here (give it up for raul esparza!!) it's so beautiful and so heartbreaking

giovanni's room by james baldwin ! i LOVE baldwin's writing with my whole, whole heart. he's such a beautiful writer, i can't praise him enough. there are some Interesting™ and outdated moments in this, but it is such an excellent book

the castle by franz kafka !! and genuinely anything at all by kafka, i know we all talk about him but he is brilliant and i adored this novel

the velveteen rabbit by margery williams okay so this was probably the very first book to leave me absolutely shattered, i can't remember when i first read it but i guess i must have been very very young, it destroyed me then it destroyed me now, it is so incredibly beautiful

swing time by zadie smith <3 some of the most excellent writing i've ever read i think, it's incredible and so so skilled, it's the only thing i've read of hers so far but i cannot wait to read more

burn by patrick ness !! i will admit he does write very much ya stuff, but idk there's something about the way he writes that is incredibly moving to me and that goes for all of his books

art & lies by jeanette winterson ! i adore her, i adore her so so much (winterson) i LOVE the way she writes and the way she plays with structure, i think it is endlessly interesting

sturdy lanterns and ladders by malka older can be found here and is my favourite short story EVER

night walk by franz wright is a horrifically good poem, and in fact, anything and everything by franz wright makes me want to scream

perhaps the world ends here by joy harjo which is where my favourite tag comes from lmao and you can read it here

the weatherman by gregory alan isakov <333 there is a reason this album was my url for awhile and it is because it's a brilliant, brilliant album i love and adore every song on there, it's so beautiful

capacity by big thief ! again, the album, gorgeous, stunning, "mary" has and will continue to make me cry, no words, just highly recommended

grace by jeff buckley ! again, the album. and also everything and anything by jeff buckley. he is without a doubt one of my absolute favourite musicians of all time. he is just beautiful. i KNOW i've spoken about him before but yeah....

the rise and fall of ziggy stardust and the spiders from mars by david bowie !!! the first album of his i listened to all the way through by myself and god, well, you know

soft sounds from another planet by japanese breakfast <3333 theeee album, i love it with my whole chest just so so so much. i cannot begin to describe it

#i told you it was going to be long vicky.............. i could probably have kept going if i thought about it more but i think that yeah.#i think this is the general gist of it all #um #this feels extremely weird actually . huh . okay well there you go !!!#vicky 🍃#a

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hawkland · 3 years

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My (mostly) Destiel Recs, Round-up #6

Well, between working like crazy on my DCBB fic and GISH and injuring my neck last month I haven’t kept up with my rec posts, so this one is going to be LONG and have a LOT and I’m going to try to break it up into sections, from oldies but goodies (some things I found on very old rec lists) to smutty delights to just tasty little bits of fluff, hopefully there’s something or everyone here. Most of these are not super-long, largely in the 10-25k range, though there are a few beyond that. With all the stuff I’ve had going on I haven’t wanted to lose sleep diving into 100k epics (especially when I’m writing my own right now, lol.)

“Oldies” but Goodies: Here are two great fics written some time way back when but that still definitely slap.

Theodicy by manic_intent (11k) - Probably the most brilliant Godstiel fic I’ve read to date. One of Cas’s first acts as the new god is to make a new archangel. Dean isn’t exactly on board with having his soul re-sculpted into wings he hates on sight (especially as they seem magnetically drawn to Cas), but he isn’t exactly given a choice. He, Sam and Bobby struggle with how to handle their former friend suddenly becoming a vindictive deity - trying to make plans to kill him if they must, which is pretty hard when it seems like Cas is always one step ahead of him. Can Dean hold on to enough of his humanity to provide a conscience to Cas and try to steer him toward good acts instead of destruction? This is one that I can’t say has a perfectly happy ending, but it’s a hopeful and imperfect one that’s just right for how the story plays out.

My Eyes Are An Ocean by entanglednow (10k) - Season 5 AU where Dean averts the apocalypse through a spell that “powers up” all the angels and he sees Cas’s true form - before being rendered blind. Dean tries to adjust to his blindness, Cas tries to deal with his guilt, and it’s just a lovely little read with an ending that’s... *chef’s kiss*

Lots more recs below the cut:

More great reads from some of my favorite authors I’ve recced before:

The Cabin on the Lake by DeanRH (21k) - This may be my new favorite DeanRH fic...at least for the moment. The year is 2152, Sam and Dean are long gone to Heaven, while Cas - stuck somewhere between mortal and angel - remains on Earth keeping vigil, keeping up the hunt, assuming he’ll never see either Winchester ever again. But when he starts hearing things, and imagining Dean visiting him as an angel himself, he starts losing grip on what is and isn’t real, and whether he can trust anything he sees or believes to be the truth. This is one hell of a psychological rollercoaster that kept me guessing right along with Cas until the very end. It also has some super-creepy horror elements, a novel “monster of the week”, and the hot-as-sin smut scenes I always expect from this author.

X Marks the Scot by DeanRH (15.9k) A fun little romp through history in one of this author’s great not-quite-au fics. Crowley sends Dean and Sam back in history to the Scottish Highlands to stop a monster, and while there they meet a blue-eyed clan chief who makes Dean weak in the knees. There’s something familiar about him, too. a very clever au that ties back to canon for an unexpected fix-it. Also, Cas in a kilt. Enough said.

The Hanging Gardens of Babylon by DeanRH (12k) - Sweet and slightly angsty AU. What if Dean was a gardener in ancient Babylon when a strange dignitary came to warn that the tower under construction was to be destroyed by angels? Lush, romantic and sexy with some wonderful tie-ins to canon characterizations (of Dean, Sam, John and of course Cas).

sufficient for thee by angelfishofthelord (21k) - This is a beautiful Cas angst-fest and character study that reimagines how angel grace works, particularly in regards to healing others. It covers the whole of Cas’s arc from Season 4 through a post-series fix-it, is absolutely stunning and features some great world-building in regards to the angels. (One important TW: those with cutting/self-harm issues may wish to skip or at least proceed with caution). I love that I can always count on angelfishofthelord when I need a good dose of Cas!whump and pain.

And laugh at gilded butterflies by ireallydidthistomyself (13k) - another great Dadstiel fic from this author featuring one of my favorite angsty subjects! I don’t know how I missed reading this one before. An AU where Cas is raising (baby)Jack on his own until the angels find the two of them and prepare to seal Jack away in the Ma’lak box. Cas begs them to let him go with Jack, so at least Jack won’t be alone for eternity. Meanwhile Dean is frantically trying to find what happened to Cas, and he gets some unexpected help from Crowley. It’s sad and sweet and all the characterizations are great. A+ Crowley use here, too.

what stays (and what fades away) by dothraki_shieldmaiden (64k) - a fabulous read with some great art, too, that started me reading a bunch of fic from this author. Cas goes missing, and when he’s found he seems deep under a spell. When they finally manage to awaken him, he doesn’t remember anything of this life with Dean, Sam and Cas in the bunker. The last thing he knew he was a nurse living with his wonderful husband, Dean, and their two adopted children, Jack and Claire. What I loved about this one was the clever twist as to who was behind Cas’s curse and also how well-developed his AU world/existence was. I’m not generally keen on mundane aus or the one-dimensional way a lot of djinn dream fics tend to go for them, but this one managed to capture a believable version of Dean and Cas living a “normal” life without monsters without making it sugary/too-sweet.

before knowing remembers by dothraki_shieldmaiden (14k) Post 15x04, a wonderful fic that plays with some meta topics in a clever way. Dean and Sam are happy - they have free will and they’ve won against Chuck, even if they suffered some big losses along the way (including Jack). But Dean can’t help but think he’s forgetting something...or rather, someone. Yet every time he thinks he remembers, the name and face of that someone slips from his mind.

weights on my ankles by dothraki_shieldmaiden (9k) Post-15x03 where Cas ends up going back to the Gas ‘n Sip and working with Nora after leaving the bunker. A bitter sweet divorce-arc AU and what I love the most is how it ends - not perfect, not tragic, just very real and believable.

15x18 and Post-canon fix-it fics:

Orbital Velocity Around a Celestial Body by LeverDrift (26k) - An angsty but lovely fix-it fic, one where it gets worse for a while before it gets better. Dean pulls Cas from the Empty, where he’d been living in a fantasy world with a dream!Dean who was giving him everything real!Dean is certain he can’t. Dean has to struggle with wondering if Cas would have been better off with dream!Dean instead of him. This is one that will break your heart before putting it back together again as Dean struggles with his self-worth issues.

so good at crashing in by Wintertree (36k) - Another post-finale fix-it where Cas is back, the world is saved, and things are still...not as easy as it should be for either Dean nor Cas. Monsters are gone, there’s no more hunting to be done, and Cas wants to move out of the bunker somewhere closer to Claire, to move on with a proper human life. Dean thinks he can move there with Cas and stay as “best friends”, even to the extent that Cas encourages him to go out and have sex with others/women. (And wants to hear about it after the fact!) But can Dean figure out what he really wants, and what Cas wants as well? A refreshingly unique take on what a post-series life could have looked like for them.

Delicious smut:

Empty by squirrelofcelestialintent (43k) - Every day this fandom makes me rethink my previous squicks and DNWs in fanfic. Here I find myself enjoying quite a bit more dom/sub elements than I normally ever would! I think because I was absolutely drawn in by the breathtaking first chapter, capturing beautifully the emotions of Cas returning from the Empty in Season 13 if he and Dean had confessed their feelings right then and there. But Dean’s self-worth is all fucked up, he feels there’s no way he can be good enough for Cas, especially when his sexual desires run a little bit...let’s just say outside the vanilla and he’s struggling with shame over doing sex work when he was younger. This was HOT and POOR SAM really gets stuck in the middle of, well, hearing more about his brother’s sex life than he ever needed to.

He's My Mate by Hatsonhamburgers (22k) - This fic manages the delightful combination of humor and extreme hotness perfectly. Dean and Cas catch each other in some questionable masturbation situations. This leads Cas to decide he needs to buy Dean some proper sex toys. He’s just helping his best friend out, right? Sure. As I said, hysterical AND hot as hell.

Generals by nanoochka (9k) - Cas/Dean, Cas/Balthazar/Dean, implied past-Cas/Balthazar. An old LJ fic I found on an ancient rec list that is just scorching hot and a brilliant character study of Cas and Dean. Balthazar decides to invite himself in when he catches Dean and Cas engaging in some frisky business, and it turns into a bit of a power-play between the two soldiers of Heaven. Cas gets DP’ed and it’s all...well. It’s fucking good, read it.

The One With The Preening by HolyFuckingHell (5.5k) Can I do a rec post without including some wing!kink/wing!grooming in it? No, I can’t. (I also really enjoyed some of the other fics in this author’s series including The One With Dean's Horny Movies).

A Single Point of Light by Destina (2.4k) - This is a gorgeous Cas/Dean/Benny Purgatory short! A delicious balance of the two each caring for and caring about Dean in their own, protective ways, definitely a delight for any fans of this threesome.

Short and sweet, fluff to angst:

Snugglebird by almaasi (5.3k) - So, so soft and sweet and snuggly, just like the title. Dean’s things are disappearing from the bunker...and so, suddenly, has Cas. What’s going on? I do love my nesting!Cas fics, so...yeah. If you need a smile this is a good one to read :)

And Cleanse Me From My Sin by thisisapaige (1.6k) - another one for my beloveds who also enjoy wing grooming and sweet Dean-taking-care-of-Cas fluff.

Needle and Thread by Misachan (4k) - Season 5 wing!fic hurt/comfort. Cas’s wings are badly injured, Dean doesn’t quite know what he’s doing, but he’s stitched up Sam and himself enough times. He can do this. If you love caretaker!Dean and vulnerable!Cas don’t overlook this little gem.

Deceptive Preludes by sp8ce (2.7k) - One of those stories that delves into some of the difficulties Cas might have after coming back from the Empty a second time, especially in regards to accepting what’s real or not, understanding Dean, and how both of their communication issues can add to their struggles. Painful but hopeful for the future, felt very believable as I read it.

#my fic recs #destiel recs #my destiel recs #ok that's it for right now #should be plenty to keep y'all busy for a bit

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Stood Up

A/N Yall thank my friend for sending me rando tumblr screencaps from well aged posts. I just was like oo good fic idea and now here it is. I finally took time to write it. ENJOY!

Unblinking eyes gaze at you in curiosity mixed heavily with pity as you gulp down your fifth complimentary water.

Fellow diners stare, watching the scene unfold with heavy hearts although it is making good dinner conversation. Your dress now constricting when it was once body con. Hugging your curved

You'd been here long enough to watch couples come and go. Families to sit and laugh all the way through coffee and dessert.

Their gazes feel heavy.

"Are you ready to order yet?" The waitress asks kindly, trying hard to keep the pity off of her face, but you know that she knows "Or perhaps more bread?"

You stare down at the third *empty* basket, you bite the inside of your lip to keep your cool. White hot rage flows through your vein competing against burning embarrassment and the tears collecting in your eyes.

The slim waitress begins to collect the empty baskets, giving you a once over. You feel the pity radiating off of her in waves.

"Just a few more minutes please." You smile politely.

"There is heavy traffic tonight." She smiles back trying to encourage you but all it does is remind you that everyone knows what's happening in this restaurant and it is just *you* who is delusional.

And you're beginning to wonder how long you can tell yourself that traffic really is to blame.

It had been well over an hour from the time agreed upon by both yourself and your supposed date. Your phone is still dry, glass staring up with no notification in sight.

Hell not even a spam email.

Biting rouged lips you dig through your purse for any sort of cash to tip the waitress who so kindly took care of you while you sat their waiting patiently like an idiot.

Stood up.

It wasnt like this was the first time. You'd been stood up before and after giving them fifteen extra minutes of time you'd text them "Dont fucking bother my guy." Before ordering yourself a delicious meal and dessert.

Happy over the result, loving the longer life.

But shit you actually LIKED this guy. It was supposed to be your third date with him. He kissed you and left you at your door step damnit!

Or maybe that should have been hint enough.

A sharp inhale to collect yourself before you pat the 10 on the table. Making sure to keep your head held high when suddenly a strong hand clamps on your shoulder. Keeping you seated.

"Hey baby." He says a little loudly, you look into glittering rubies with a begrudged almost angry look. He flashes a wide tooth smile before kissing you on your cheek. Adding, again slightly above a normal voice.

"There was a crazy accident! I left the uber and had to walk here. And you know me I can't keep my phone charged to save my life."

The chair across from you slides across dark hardwood floors before it is settled into. A wink of shining rubies as you stare with now heated eyes.

"Play along? The names Kirishima Eijiro." He winks again.

Who the fuck was this guy?

Dressed in black with a blazing red tie, black vest and matching black shirt sleeves rolled to his forearms.

Why the fuck did he sit down across from you?

And why the fuck wasn't he scared of the death glare you were giving him?

Before you can ask the waitress comes over, giving Kirishima a slight glare.

A glance of "You better be paying" and "You better buy the gorgeous lady dessert!"

It does not go unnoticed by the red head, who happily takes the blame for the delay.

Better than the latter, which was you, this stunningly beautiful woman was being stood up.

It was unmanly. Not to mention it was hurting his heart.

"Bring a bottle of..." He glances to you, giving you a once over before a smile creep along his soft lips, "Actually make it a whiskey neat and a nice rum and coke?"

"Coming right up. Do you need a few moments?" She glances over the two of you, the waitress must know how famished you were. Well he sat across from you, enduring your harshest of glares, so a little pressure wouldn't hurt.

"Eijiro, order for me please *baby*?" You purr, folding up your menu, he takes your request with stride.

Shooting in the dark and hoping for the best.

"She'll have the parm crusted chicken, side caesar salad with the dressing on the side and fries." He winks your way, a smirk slides onto your lips, "I'll have the sirloin, rare to medium rare please and a loaded baked potato."

"Coming right up." She smiles, collecting the menus before happily waltzing to the order board.

You lean forward, a signature cat smile plastered on your lips.

"Not bad. Not bad." You take a sip of your refilled water, "It was Eijiro right?"

He laughs, its warm and kind, causing your stomach to flutter.

"Yes, I didn't catch your name?" He leans closer as you lean back, guarded.

"First, you have to answer why you decided to sit down across from me."

His everlasting smile falters for just a moment. He swallows, debating on answering truthfully or with a lie.

He thinks better of it.

"I didn't like the idea of such stunning fiercoity to be stood up. It was unmanly of your date and...." He waits for the waitress to set your drinks down before continuing, "Dickish."

It is your turn to laugh aloud as you watch a small blush creep upon his cheeks, bringing out the brightness of his eyes. You were truly in the presence of a gentleman, what with him waiting before cursing and speaking so lowly.

While you would have been brash, loud, and uncaring.

He relishes the sound of your sultry laugh, making him wonder what other parts of you were this...this intensely breathtaking.

He quiets some of his dirtier thoughts as he swallows down his desire with the whiskey.

"So you just happened to see me?" You nurse your own drink.

"Yes and no, I hear a couple talking about it on their way out. I was supposed to be with my friends tonight." His eyes roam the room, he smiles and you follow his gaze, "Well more of a work meeting."

A small group with a rowdy ash blonde, a quiet jade haired man, a petite chestnut brown haired woman and a man with a mop of mostly white hair.

For once in your life you feel a little guilty, his group of friends/co workers look fun.

You shouldn't be stealing him away just because he was saving you a bit of embarrassment.

"Oh, go back to them. I've eaten alone plenty of times." You smile his way, "I can cancel our orders."

"Oh no, like I said I'm not about to allow such a stunning fiercoity such as yourself to sit alone." He leans closer, his voice hushed and laced with concern, "Plus you looked....lonely. You must have liked him?"

Seeing him so worried about a strangers emotional state has your stomach in knots, your drink goes down easy before you shrug your shoulders.

"Key word, *liked*" You smile devilishly at him, a set of sharp teeth greet you in return.

"So what do you do for a living that you can have a meeting at a five star restaurant?" Curiosity finally getting the better of you as you pay what was supposed to be his table a final glance.

He let's out a low sigh, it sounds tired to you.

"Hero work." His smile is a fraction of its normal luster.

Or what you considered normal in the past twenty minutes or so.

"Ah, hard work I'm sure. Cheers." You clink his glass, "To you and your crew for keeping us all safe."

He gives you a pondering look before his smile returns to normal.

"Cheers." A quick swallow before your food is set before you.

Both of you sitting in comfortable silence. You watch as he cuts into his steak, the muscles in his arms contracting with each movement. Struggling to stay in his shirt at times, although the shirt did not seem too tight.

You smile as a devilish idea takes over, you stab one of his extra bites, the steak melts in your mouth. Biting back a moan as you savor the flavor.

You cut him a piece of your chicken, he goes to take your fork from your delicate, yet deadly, hand before you pull back.

He looks at you with furrowed brows before he catches on as you gently tilt the fork towards him. He takes a bite, holding eye contact before sliding off the piece of meat.

The chicken dances along his tongue melding with the crusted buttery bread crumbs and cheese.

Your heart slams into your chest, demanding to be heard.

Hell seen with how hard its ramming into your ribcage, wanting to burst free for the first time in a long time.

Another smile spreads across your slightly flushed cheeks.

All the while Kirishima cannot help but imagine what a devine creature such as yourself would taste like.

Sweet.

At least that's what he thought.

"What do you do for a living?" Knife slicing through tender beef. A pause on your end as you debate should you lie or tell the truth.

Well, the date wasn't going awfully, it wouldn't be a bad idea for one of your dates to know the truth.

"I'm a writer."

"What no way?! Like for the paper or published?" You swallow your worry.

"Published."

"Is that why you have yet to give me your name?" He peers up at you attempting to read your body language.

Only when you laughed was your guard down.

It had been partially if not mostly up for majority if this going on hour.

You paused, is that why you always used a pseudonym for fear that someone would put two and two together?

That they may have read your work?

And what if they hated it?

So fucking what if they did, you remind yourself with a sip of your liquor.

"Guess." Another famous cat smile. Kirishima ponders, fork and knife forgotten as he thinks.

"Oh! You do the crime books with that bad ass mob boss woman!" He snaps his fingers to attempt to remember, "'A Lone Red Rose,' ugh it's been on my reading list forever!"

"You're lying." You giggle but when his face becomes crestfallen you almost retreat your half tease half accusation.

A lot of firsts were happening for you tonight.

"Y/LN, you're a best freaking seller! I've been dying to know but never have time. I'm on the first chapter. I'm where the main crooks right hand man's wife gets SNATCHED in the middle of the night! I'm on the edge of my seat but I lost my book and hadn't had time to get a new one." He kinda sulks at the end.

"What happened to it?" Curiosity dances along your tone.

"Oh well Bakugou, the blonde at the table, " A point of your fork and a spy of your eye, "He had to blow up our steak out car to divert the perpetrator from hurting a civilian. He gave me the money for it three fold but I have yet to make it to the store."

"Ah." Is all you offer as you gaze over at his much different life.

Your newly banded tattoo seems to itch extra tonight, you choose to ignore it as another question comes out.

"But I've read so many reviews! Everyone speculates if you've done hero work before, or even shadowing. Some think you're writing your life. I'm guessing shadowing. Am I right?" He looks at you with expectant eyes and you smile warmly to him.

He was kind, unsuspected and reminded you so much of sunshine.

"Who's to say it's not my life?" You giggle and he laughs as well.

"Well the main love interest, again from what I heard, sounds explosive, temper wise. So unless Bakugou is a Mob Boss' son then I'm finding that highly doubtful." His laughter is contagious and you join in once more.

Let this be as it is and as he thinks.

"Ah yes, that would be a funny thought.: You glance at the table again before returning to that glittering gaze, "But you're right. I shadowed heroes in abroad. America actually before my Father sent me here."

"Oh what for?"

"To expand his business. I only just decided to go along with it." You bat long lashes his way.

He orders dessert, the two of you get along quite nicely before he insists he walks you to either the train station or a cab.

"I'll be fine. I'm not helpless or quirkless." It almost comes out a snarl, he places your coat onto your shoulders anyway.

"I would never think that of you. Any woman is capable of defending herself. But I was raised to aid anyway. Please do not take offense my love." He blushes at the end, realizing too late how real that sounded. You curl into the crook of his arm as he places his hand on your hip.

"Thank you my love." You smile up at him only to be pulled closer. He walks you to the curb in front of the restaurant to the idling dark car.

Your idling dark car, with a scarred looking driver. He blinks as the scene gives him a ghost of a feeling. He shakes it off. He goes to open your door for you, stopping just above the handle.

"Oh one more thing." A heavy blush rushes into his cheeks. Suddenly he is nervous, "May I have your time again? For a real date?"

You look deep into his eyes for deception and when you find none your smile.

Another genuine, heart melting smile before you lean up to him. Pressing your lips to his softly, swiping your tongue over his lips for a moment, hinging at what the two of you could be.

It all just depends on your mood and how much you cared to reveal.

He was a hero after all.

But he was so damn handsome.

"Eijiro, that's the realest date I've been on in a long time. Your phone?" You hold out your hand and his face fall.

"I didn't lie about it being dead." He scratches the back of your head and you pull out yours. He gives you his number that you text a winky face too before he opens your door.

Totally lapping up the presence of a true fucking gentleman. Hopefully that only went so far into the bedroom.

You looked at him through the tinted glass before rummaging around in the back seat. Your hands finding purchase on the cracking spine.

Ink slides across paper in a smooth concession before you roll the window down, peeking over it.

"For you." You smirk, "Let me know what you think when you've finished."

"I..I will!" He says as your roll your window up, the driver pulling away giving you a look.

"Madame, you realize that was Red Riot right?" He asks, concern melting into rage that he would dare touch you

"Yes, I know." Cat smile painting your lips.

"Oi! You stood us up to not even fuck?!" Bakugou have snarls, half teases when he finds him out on the curb.

"I got her number."

"Tch, come on let's go. Glad you finally got a copy of that damn book you won't shut the hell up about. You reread it so much that it was falling apart. I did you a favor that day."

"Haha yea Thanks Katsuki." Another suck at the blondes teeth.

Kirishima knew it was you the second he heard you laugh, he had read your book countless times.

He had an idea of who you were.

But he had no idea that his glittering Ruby eyes were staring down at a fortune. The very first and test print of your book, now adorned with your signature and lipstick mark on the front page.

To my hero for the night. 💋

#kirishima x reader #eijirou x reader #eijiro x reader #bnha x reader #bnha au #bnha kirishima #bnha red riot #bnha fanfiction #bnha imagine

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Pumpkin Spice Feelings and Apple Cider Kisses

MewGulf

Fluff piece. could be considered a proposal piece. Pumpkin patch and carving pumpkins. Fluff. Cute stuff. Fall fic.

Length: 5740

This wasn’t their year-long honeymoon, not even close. This was just a short (two-week-long) vacation - and they weren’t even engaged yet. Not for lack of want though for either party. Mostly for lack of Mews part. He was trying. And Gulf was patient, as ever. The sweet sweet boy.

But it was a vacation and they were together so the rest could be figured out later. Mew wondered if he would finally cave and propose during their vacation or keep pushing it off because (among a few other things), ‘ it wasn’t perfec t.’ Hating his perfectionist side when it came to certain things like work and Gulf. Sometimes there would be a moment that he would think ' yeah this could be it ' but then not do it because ' what if there was a better moment late r'? A more perfect moment.

Maybe it would be in the thicket of trees, surrounded by oranges, yellows, and browns. All bundled up because winters in Thailand were not nearly as cold as they were here in the states. Maybe he could find a perfect moment here?

When Tul had mentioned friends in the states who had a rental cabin, it hasn’t taken long for Mew to book them a trip out. He planned everything (anal as he was about everything going according to plan - there goes that side of him again). Now -a few months after Tul has mentioned it- they were standing in a field of pumpkins surrounded by the most beautiful autumn color scheme. Leaves crunching under their boots as they move from pumpkin to pumpkin.

They had layered up, Gulf only putting one layer -and the damn blue blanket around his shoulder like some sort of cape- stating he wasn’t that prone to the cold as Mew was but immediately shivering as soon as the cold winter chill hit his face. Mew stuffed the extra coat he’d brought (specifically because he knew Gulf would do this) over Gulf, stuffing a knitted hat down over his ears -already pink and chilled, not forgetting to drop a kiss to them to help them warm up - before finally catching those hands to cover them with warm mittens. Mittens that were now holding up a pumpkin above the boy's head, giant smile plastered across his face.

“P’Mew looks at this one,” Gulf yells, uncaring of the other couples and families he’s disturbed in his joy. "It's the best most perfect pumpkin."

Mew can't help but think Gulf fits so well within the surrounding beauty. Like something out of a magazine. His skin glowing with its soft undertones of pink wrapped in the soft browns and yellows (because Mew is nothing if not always fashionable and made sure to pick out clothes that he knew would fit their activities) that blend in perfectly with the autumn aesthetic. He looks like he smells of pumpkin spice that they put in everything here in the states.

Breathtaking was the only word he could think of. But stunning or ethereal might be close seconds. He, like always, was enamored by Gulf.

He could imagine their proposal being in a place like this and is almost sad that he didn’t bring the rings with him. He'd been too worried about making sure Gulf was sufficiently covered up to even think about grabbing them before they left.

“Looks perfect. Does it have a matching pair?” Mew asks, in a much more muted tone than the yell he had received. Gulf purses his lips, wide eyes flitting around.

Mew lets his eyes wander around the pumpkin patch. He lands on a couple a few rows down, two females who are wearing significantly fewer clothes than he and Gulf. He assumes they must have grown up around here to be ok with only a jacket and a hat. No gloves in sight. He's got a winter jacket, a sweater, and a body warmer on and can still feel the chill.

He watches as one leans into the other for a cheek kiss, he can hear the exchange of praise on her pumpkin find. He spots matching rings on their fingers. A little rumble of jealousy rolling up into him because he's not currently wearing matching rings with his beloved. It's petty and he is fully aware it's his fault, doesn't stop the jealousy though. He watches the girls walk out of the field together happily chatting over their pumpkin before he turns back to Gulf - who seems to have made a friend.

The closer he gets he can hear the small child talking about how he lost his parents. Gulf, who's grouched to the kids level, glances around sending a worried glance Mew's way.

“I think he lost his parents,” Gulf says and the kid sends them a weird glance. Probably the Thai instead of English.

“What do your parents look like?” Mew says in English and the boy purses his lips, looking dejectedly around. He doesn’t blame the kid for not knowing, he couldn’t be more than six. Mew probably couldn’t describe his mom now if he lost her in a crowd much less at that age. Thank technology for phones so he didn't have to worry about that.

Mew spots a couple off to the other side of the field, frantically looking around. Gulf catches the stare before he ushers the kid onto his back. Giving a few bounces to earn a smile.

“Is that them?” Gulf asks in English, the small boy peering over his shoulder before letting out a squeal.

“Mommy.” The boy flapping his hands in that direction. Guess they were right.

“Let me take him over-“

“I got it," Gulf interrupts him with a small and another small bounce to adjust the kid on his back, "Someone needs to protect the perfect pumpkin and he's already on my back.”

Mew stands astonished and flabbergasted for a moment. Gulf was not one to be confident in his English but he didn’t see the least bit bothered as he talked to the kid in broken English. Even now as he watches Gulf head across the field, he can see them chatting together and something pulls in his heart.

He adds ‘adoption’ to his mental list of future events to have with Gulf right after getting a house together but before living a long happy life together. He glances down at the pumpkin at his feet, the best pumpkin as Gulf had named it. It was a nice pumpkin.

Mew looks back up to watch -a bit with bated breathe- as Gulf hands the boy over to his parents, Gulf hands wave around (an odd jerky movement because he's unsure of his words) as he explains. Then he wais and Mew snickers at the instinct. The parents laugh, shouting their thanks even as Gulf shuffles away.

Gulf bounds back over to him, face all red from the cold and embarrassment, maybe a little bit of pride. Mew thinks Gulf looks so beautiful, so gorgeous, and then he’s gone from his vision. A moment of panic before Mew realizes Gulf had tripped. A few more seconds pass (Mew debates how long he should wait before bolting over, three seconds, ten? what if Gulf is hurt-) before Gulf is flapping back into a stand, giggles spilling out of him as a few leaves stick off him. Gulf seems unbothered by them as he makes it back to Mew, explaining the meeting (Like Mew hadn't been watching the whole thing happen), while Mew took it upon himself to pick the leaves off his clothes and the one from his hair before leaning in and kissing Gulfs cherry red nose.

Mew thinks he might be sick with love as Gulf smiles back at him just short of breathe, eyes shimmering with anything and everything Mew could ever want. He's definitely sick with love. He'll never find anything better than Gulf because Gulf is it. He can hear Gulf's voice telling him that he's being too sappy but he can't help it. He's always loved too much for his heart, weighing him down like anchors on his feet.

“You did so well Tue ang.” Gulf preens at the words, the glow under his skin no longer from the weather but from his happiness. Gulf hooking their pinkies together for a moment, and the weight feels justified. Like he's loving Gulf just enough as they other soaks in it.

“Did you find the second one?”

“Not yet, let’s check over there.”

Gulf picks up his perfect pumpkin, holding it close to his torso like a child as they walked to a different part of the patch to look. Mew can't help but wrap his arms around Gulf, pressing against his back till they waddle past a few more pumpkins. He pats the pumpkin likes he's done so many times before to Gulf tummy with a soft tung tung tung sound. Gulf pats it a few times as well making a weird rhythm that matches their mismatches steps.

"What about that one?"

Gulf hums glancing between the newfound pumpkin and his own a few times. "I think we found our match."

"Like us?"

"So cheesy," Gulf laughs before glancing around briefly before sniff kissing Mew temple. "Like us."

Mew gets them hot chocolate -made from a powder that was recommended to them by the owner of the cabin when they’d first arrived - as soon as they make it back. Pumpkins perched on a newspaper lined table. They shed their outer layers; coats, boots, hats, and gloves while sharing a few kisses that warmed them up pretty quick. Mew had tried to go further, you know, for warmth.

“Let me warm you up.” Mew kisses down Gulf neck, hands sneaking their way under Gulf shirt but as soon as his fingers made contact with Gulf's warm belly he was pushed away.

“Your fingers are freezing,” Gulf says his teeth chattering with a tiny shiver. “Pumpkins first. That'll warm you up.”

Mew sulked, made sure that he was visibly pouting, tried to give his best puppy dog eyes but Gulf just laughs and kissed his cheeks. Which is a safe place seeing as Mew would take a kiss to the lips as an attack and he was ready for that naked battle. So Mew settled for hot chocolate a handful of extra marshmallows in his cup that he definitely replenished halfway through his drink, Gulf noses at his cheek mid-sip -which he knows it Gulf way of soothing his sulking- before settling beside him in his own chair.

Mew was a bit worried about letting Gulf free with sharp objects but there really wasn’t another choice if they wanted to carve pumpkins.

Gulf gulps his drink as he watches a video of someone explaining how to carve correctly. His right hand holding a knife while the other caressing the pumpkin in a pattern that Mew assuming he's going to try and carve.

“Doesn’t seem hard.” He turns to Mew showing his screen as if Mew hadn’t been watching along from beside him the whole time. Mew leans in to kiss the leftover chocolate residue off Gilfs lips with a soft hum of agreement. Gulf stares at him for a second, something flashing in his eyes before he hazily licks his lips turning back to his pumpkin. Mew smirks.

“Don’t hurt yourself.”

Gulf grunts in annoyance, “I’m not a child. I can handle knives.”

Mew bite his tongue from the sassy remark as he bandaged Gulf fingers. Somehow managing to slice across three of them before stabbing his palm. None of the wounds were deep but they were enough for Mew to call the pumpkin carving event over.

“I'm not done with mine though.” Gulf whines, hissing as Mew daps his palm with medication.

Mew blows gently over it before placing the gauze over the wound. “They’re good enough.”

"I'm not going to cut myself again," Gulf grumbles, eyeing his hand now wrapped in white gauze.

"You're right, you won't." Mew puts the first aid kit back together. "Because we're finished carving."

"What are we supposed to do instead-" Mew sends him a look that immediately tells him exactly what they could do instead. "Fine, no more carving. Not that either. There's a stand up the road I saw that had caramel apples. Can we go see that?"

Mew pouts, "I didn't have anything else planned for this evening though."

Gulf slinks forward wrapping his arms around Mew's neck, "It's like 4 in the afternoon. Let's go check out the stand and later when it gets darker we can light up our..."

"Jack-o-lanterns."

"That's it, Jack-o-lanterns, I knew having you around would be useful."

Mew tugs him closer, sniff kissing his neck than his cheek. Pumpkin and chocolate.

They wrap themselves back up and walk hand in hand down the road until they got to the stand, Gulfs hand loosens but he doesn't let go as he looks through all the products and different candy-covered fruits.

Gulf convinces him to buy a Carmel apple slice and a slice of chocolate pear. Gulf shrugs after a small bite, not really liking the taste, so Mew finishes them off. The stand owner is a cute little old woman who ushers them behind the stand when she learns they are foreigners here for vacation. Her excitement shows as she all but swoons over how handsome they were and tuts at them for never having tried s'mores.

"They're mandatory for this time a year." She had exclaimed and who were they to argue when they've never had them.

A small bonfire was going, with about six kids sitting around it. According to her, she's the local babysitter. She sits them down and hands them a stick and marshmallow. The kids show them how to roast it and make s'mores.

"You got to let it catch on fire." A little boy, Tim, yells excitedly as he shoves his marshmallow in the fire. He tugs Gulf stick closer to his, further into the fire.

A little girl, Lily, beside Mew gives an angry noise, "No, you want it to be brown and crunchy. Not burnt."

She places her hand over Mews as they watch their sticks in the fire. Mew is careful to keep an eye on Gulf, his instincts would let him not. The boy's grip on Gulg injured hand was making him weary. Gulf seems unbothered by it.

Gulf's Marshmellow catches on fire and Tim helps him pull it out of the fire. "Blow on it. Blow on it!" Tim flaps a bit and Gulf blows out the tiny flame a little more exaggerated than he needed to but Tim seems more than amused before handing Gulf graham crackers and a piece of chocolate.

"Now smash them together." This Tim and Lily seemed to agree on and Gulf did. The marshmallow oozing out the sides before he plops it into his mouth. Mew moves his marshmallow out of the flames to watch Gulf chew, mouth stuffed and lips pursed out. Marshmellow goo over his thumb and bandaged wrapped pointer finger, which he pulled out of his glove to hold the sandwich. Adorable.

"Yummy." He says once he's swallowed enough to talk. Tim laughs, giving Gulf a high five, that looks and sounds rather sticky before turning to his own quickly darkening marshmallow.

"Is it really good Tua eng?" Mew whispers, nudging his leg.

Gulf turns to him, chocolate and marshmallow rimming his lips. "Pretty sweet but not bad. I think one is enough for me."

Mew tries too, with plenty of help from Lily. She seems like a born leader and she knows it. He likes it but Gulf was right its pretty sweet. He ate one more and stopped there if only because he knew he'll have to work them off later. He might have been on vacation but he still had an image. Gulf likes the biceps so he keeps his biceps. That's just how it works. Also, he's pretty sure that if he didn't stop himself with two he'll eat the whole bag. He definitely sees the appeal of smores and roasted marshmallows.

A while later they head back to the cabin, the sun low in the sky, by the time they make it back the sun has gone down for the day. The moon rising in the sky as they set the half-carved pumpkins outside the doors. The tea lights they put inside glowed minimally through the holes in the pumpkin. It was pathetic and comical. Mews was basically done, two eyes and a jagged mouth starred back at them but Gulfs only had a mouth and part of one eye. Neither were even but they look kind of cute leaning against each other.

They take pictures and post them along with a few they'd taken during the picking stage. Mew sets a particularly cute one as his lock screen. It’s one of them smiling at the camera, cheeks pressed together with the beautiful trees in the background. He changes his Home Screen to one of him kissing a surprised looking Gulf on the cheek, the same beautiful trees in the background.

“We look like a real couple,” Gulf says looking at their matching lock screens.

“In the picture or the marching screens?”

Gulf chuckles, leaning into Mew side. “Both. But also right now. Standing here looking at our masterpieces by the front door.”

They soak it in, the calm of the evening, the chill of the night, their wonkly carve pumpkins. Just let them be in their love. Mew had a thought that this might be one of those moments but Gulf turns to him, a soft smile on his face.

"I love you." And fuck if Mew's heart didn't melt and resolidify so he could continue to let Gulf hold it and take care of it. The next moment they're stumbling through the cabin, Gulf tasted sweet, chocolate and marshmallows against his tongue. The tang of arousal heavy in the air as Gulf raised the warmth through his body chasing away anything that wasn't Gulf from his mind.

Mew was picking up, Tul and some of his college friends were coming over for scary movies because that’s what you did, apparently. Not that he was mad, he just wasn’t a fan of scary movies but he was interested in the food they had talked about eating during the movies. Plus he could just pull Gulf into his lap and hide behind his back if he got too scared.

“How did these...?” Mew grabs the boxers hanging from the oven door next to the towel. He definitely remembers their morning activities where they made use of the big counters but he’s pretty sure he tossed Gulfs boxers to the ground, not the oven. Doesn’t really matter just means he made a good decision cleaning before the guest arrived. How awkward would it have been if Tul (or one of his friends) had found them instead? Though it could be worse, at least it wasn't lingerie or a toy.

“All finished?” Gulf says clad in one of Mews long sleeve shirts and flannel pants, hair fluffy atop his head from his previous shower, a few strands sticking up wildly. Mew pats then down before rubbing his fingers through the soft locks. Gulf groans softly in his chest, eyes fluttering to gives him a stare, a very tempting one. So very tempting.

They'd been having so much sex the past couple of days, Mew was pretty sure they were making up for the lack of sex they’d not been having the past few months because of busy schedules while also maybe stacking up for the sex they wouldn’t be having for a while once they go back to Thailand. Mew quickly pushed aside the thoughts of his already planned out busy schedule to pepper kisses all over Gulf face. Making sure to leave a big noisy one on his lips last before pulling away with a pop. He can't be tempted, people were on their way over and he doesn't want to be caught in the middle of something when they arrived.

“Yeah, we should be ready to have guests over.”

It’s a few hours later when Mew finds himself watch Gulf stir a pot of cider. There had been jokes about it being a witches cauldron and now that the dark amber liquid inside was bubbling it really did look like it. Mew was glad that Tul's friend Ann had already basically finished the apple cider because it takes hours to simmer, according to her. He wasn't sure but he trusted her judgment as someone who says they make it regularly.

Gulf giggles as he stirs the pot, Mark plops a witches hat over his head and the giggle turns to a witches cackle. Mew is the first to start laughing and everyone follows after in a chain reaction. Gulf seems pleased with himself with a satisfied grin on his face as Ann pulls him over the table to help with the cookies. The witches hat falls off and leaving his hair sticking up in the back and Mew has the urge to walk over and fix it.

Mark nudges Mew to turn his attention back to the pumpkin pie, he takes one last look at Gulf who shakes his head, the strands of hair falling back into place.

Mew wasn’t good at baking or cooking but this pie didn’t seem hard. Which it wasn’t. Basically, throw everything into a bowl mix, and dump it into the pie crust - a cinnamon pie crust Ann had made.

Mew sat back watching when the pie went into the oven to bake. Tul was mixing fresh popcorn with Carmel with Ann's girlfriend Veera who was also making ‘the absolute best’ roasted butternut squash soup. The cabin smelled of pumpkin, spice, and every nice while soft indie band quietly filled any silence with melodic guitar riffs.

“P’Mew.” Mew tips his head towards the voice, Gulf is holding up a cookie that looks like a ball with four stubs. “Chopper.”

Mew crinkled his nose in acknowledgment, a smile still plastered across his face, it was enough for Gulf as he turns back to the cookies. It didn't look like chopper but then it didn't need to, it was the thought around the cookie.

“He’s cute,” Mark comments handing him a cup of apple cider that was done deemed done by Veera moments ago. “You guys seem close.”

"Yeah, we are." Mew sips, coughing for a moment at the onslaught of cinnamon and clove spice hitting him in the back of the throat. Mark gives him a few sympathetic pats on the back.

“Should have warned you, Ann likes the kick.” Mark chuckles and Mew gives a small one as well once his breathing feels right again. He shoots a glance to Gulf who waits for the eye contact to send him a brief smile.

“It’s not bad,” He says taking another sip now expecting the spices. “I could get used to this.”

“Alcohol makes it better too.” Mark sloshes his cup before pointing to the fireball on the counter. Mew shakes his head declining the offer.

“Better watch out for your boy, I think Ann might try and adopt him.”

Mark was right Ann seemed smitten as she coos at Gulf. Pinching his cheek before wiping some cookie dough he’d gotten magically on his nose.

“He might take her up in that offer.” He laughs maybe a little too loud. “He’s probably tired of waiting for me to propose.”

Mark leans against the back of the couch and Mew follows taking a big sip of the apple cider. It's better now that he's used to the taste.

“Why haven’t you?”

He hears a question in his mind, one that he'd been silently asking himself for a long while now. Are you waiting because you think he will walk away, that he’ll leave you? That he'll find someone more worthy of his love.

Though he would never admit that to being a major underlining reason for his hesitance, it was. It rumbled through his mind more often than he would like to admit. It seemed like a silly worry to have when Gulf showed him how much he loves him every day in his own way. So instead he settled on the one that he blamed more often than not.

“I want it to be perfect because he’s perfect for me.”

Something big and dopey crossed over Mark's face as he nudged Mew's arm a few times cooing loudly. “I know what you're feeling buddy.”

Mark looked over to the table, Tul was now helping them clean up, cookies now in the ovens. “I’m engaged to Ann's sister.”

“Yeah?”

Mark chuckles, “Yeah we had decided we would get engaged and I told her I would figure it out. Every moment felt right but not perfect so I kept pushing it back and back until a year had passed and Mealie got so mad with me. ‘Do you not want to be married to me anymore?' she asked. I was a valid question. I told her I couldn’t find the perfect moment. Do you know what she said to me?”

Mew shook his head, sipping his drink.

“Every moment I’m with you is perfect so pick one or I will. And she did. Like a month later she found my rings and proposed to me right in the middle of the family barbecue.”

They both chuckle, Mark a little bit louder as a sense of remembrance crosses his features. “She sounds wonderful.”

“She is." Mark agrees, nudging him again this time it was softer, waiting till Mews attention was back to him before saying, "Not everyone gets to enjoy the opportunity of marriage they way we do, she said, I don’t want to waste it when I found the love of my life.”

Mark throws his arm over Mew's shoulder pulling him close. The smell of cinnamon and spices from the cider hitting him in the nose.

“Even here in the states, there are places that don’t accept it and other countries that condone it. If you get the opportunity to marry your true love, and it’s something you both want. Don't waste the opportunity waiting for the perfect moment, instead just make every moment perfect.”

“...Thank you.”

Mew hadn't pulled Gulf into his lap during the movie instead Gulf leaned against him as they shared caramel corn and cookies. Halfway through Gulf's fingers laced with his under the blankets, giving him a small squeeze every so often. Marks words rumbling around in his head, he drops a kiss to Gulf head, he didn't want to wait any longer.

(Mew hadn't forgotten to get all the recipes that day for Jom, he thinks she'll like these especially the gingersnap cookies.)

Mew wraps his arms around Gulf, looking out at the snow-covered forest. First snow of the year - said the news earlier. Mew was glad that they got to see it. Gulf seems entranced by the ethereal sight as well. The white snow packed down over the earth covering everything into something soft and quiet. Seemingly absorbing all the negativity of the world and leaving behind peace and tranquillity. Everything seemed to have a sheen of sparkles to it like someone had mixed them with the snow as it was falling. It was quite a sight.

“I sent some pictures to the family.”

“They jealous?” Mew rubs his nose into Gulf nape, inhaling the crisp cold air and Gulf's natural musk.

“Maybe a little bit it might not be all because of the weather.” Gulf wiggles until he turns to face Mew. Tugging the blanket around them both, cocooning them in its warmth.

“What else could they possibly be jealous over, if not this gorgeous view,” Mew whispers, placing a butterfly soft kiss to Gulf's redden nose and chilled soft cheeks. Then one to his lips because Gulf pursed them just so and how could he resist?

“You know I thought you had asked me out here to propose finally.” Gulf words were teasing and gently as he curls in to nuzzle at Mew's neck. Mew's hands rub over his back instinctively, holding him close.

They stand in silence for a moment before Mew begins to sway them softly. One hand caressing Gulf waist while the other moving to cup Gulf's neck, fingers burying in his damp chilled hair. Gulf sighs contently against his chest, fingers half holding the blanket and half gripping Mews shirt at his shoulders.

“I thought about it. So many times, I thought about it.” Mew's lips brush against Gulf temple as he speaks, wayward snow crunches under their slipper clad feet as they sway. “At the pumpkin patch, where you looked like you were made for autumn. Or after we got back from the stand and you tasted like chocolate and marshmallows. Or watching you talk in English with such confidence. So proud of you for that-”

Gulf places an open mouth kiss to Mew's neck before another peck to his jaw.

“-I thought about when we woke up and made love with the falling snowed as our backdrop this morning.”

“Did all of your thinking get you anywhere?” Gulf mummers against his chest and Mew tightens his hold. Their swaying slows to a stop.

“I thought every moment could have been the moment but then I worried that there would be a better one later if I just waited.”

Gulf leans away, eyes searching, and patient. "Will there ever be a moment perfect enough for you?" Mew knows Gulf would wait forever for him to find what Mew calls the perfect moment to propose.

"I'm starting to think my standards are too high." Mew feels the soft rumbley laughter against his chest. He lets out a small chuckle as well shifting to begin the soft swaying once more.

"Do you want me to do it so you can stop stressing over it?" Gulf looks up at him with sincerity and love and just a little bit of teasing.

Mew nibbles on his bottom lip, contemplating the offer, Gulf leaning against almost limply as they sway. Everything calm and serin, perfect.

"Maybe I should?" Gulf hums softly against his neck. "Maybe I should just do it because every moment with you is perfect."

Gulf pulls back scrunching his nose playfully as he shakes his head. "Cheesy."

Gulf tugs at his hair pulling their mouths together into a kiss - soft needing filled with everything Mew every wanted and will ever want.

“Will you?” He asks, a little desperately yet filled with hope. Lips brushing against Gulf as he speaks.

“Will I?”

"Marry me?"

Gulf exhales a little puff before rubbing their foreheads together. It's a little aggressive reminding Mew of their workshops for the first season of Tharntype when Gulf didn't understand how to show his softness through touch. When everything he did was stiff and firm and Mew had to ease his hand to be held or show him had card fingers through hair in a loving manner. Gulf huffs again and this time the kiss is forceful. Much like their kisses back then were. Like Gulf was trying to brand his lips with his own.

“I love you Ti Rak,” Gulf says in a low gravely voice before forcing their lips back together, teeth-gnashing and tongues wrapping around each other like he could get enough. It tasting like wanting and need. And a hint of desperate love. But that might just be from Mew.

Mew pulls away the reciprocated 'I love you too' on the tip of his tongue but Gulf cups his face, fingers gentle now as he pants softly. "Your perfect proposal is lacking rings."

Mew was sure it was supposed to be a joke but Gulf breathless words a small feeling of panic within him. Gulf seemed to sense his impeding overthinking by the hitch in his breath and forces another long, slow, kiss from this mouth. "I'm cold."

Gulf looks up at him from beneath his lashes, eyes swirling like a vortex sucking Mew in. "Warm me up?" He asks so softly.

Mew pulls him inside and tosses him to the bed, the blanket fluttering around him. Mew pulls away from the kiss with a pop. He almost lets those sparkling golden eyes draw him back in but he tears himself away, all but throwing himself at his stuff in search of the tiny velvet box. Gulf pushes up on his elbows to amusedly watch Mew.

"I was kidding about the rings-"

"I'm not though..." Mew makes a sound of excitement, box clutched in his hand before turning back to Gulf, one the knee on the ground. He tugs at Gulf's hand until he's sitting up and he holds the box out to him.

"You didn't answer before." He opens the velvet box letting the two matching rings glimmer in the dim light.

Gulf covers the rings with one hand while the other cups Mews cheeks, thumb rubbing a slow circle over his cheekbone. "You just want me to say it out loud."

"It's nice to hear."

Gulf snorts a small chuckle before pulling Mew up and over him on the bed. He pulls a ring out and slides it over Mew's finger even as the older boy is trying to shake him off muttering 'I get to do that.'

"Silly Phi." Gulf says slowly once the ring is on Mew before putting the matching on his fingers "I have been ready since the day we first kissed. I was just waiting for you."

Mews breathe hitches and his eyes water, Gulf rubbed their noses together. "Yes, I want to marry you."

Mew didn't know what he wanted to look at more, the way the ring sparkled in the rays of light streaming through the window, glimmering as snow falls outside their window reflecting off the ring or at Gulf. His beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, wonderful fiance.

"Cheesy," Gulf says looking smitten.

Mew pulls on Gulf hand to kiss the ring, then finger it's settled on, right under the bandage still covering his fingertip before trails his lips over Gulf palm to kiss his wrist. "But you like it?" Mew says hopefully.

"I like you and I guess that means all the cheese that comes with it too."

#MewGulf fic #MewGulf au #my writing #fluff fic #all the cute kisses #fall weather #pumpkins #snuggle moments

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Smokey brand Select: Vast and Infinite

I’ve done a few of these Smokey brand Selects, lists of some of my favorite films in any specific sub-genre, and it occurs to me that I haven’t even touched my actual, favorite, sub-genre at all. A few of these movies have made different lists, sure, but I've never cobbled together an actual, dedicated, catalog for the Cyberpunk category. I absolutely adore these types of film. They capture every aspect I look for in a flick; Beautiful imagery, enthralling sounds, compelling narrative, existential questions, and so much more. The sheer depth of this genre lends itself to great storytelling, diverse creativity, and enthralling visuals. I love Cyberpunk and these films are some of the best I've seen.

10b. Johnny Mnemonic

Johnny Mnemonic is probably the purest, US made, Cyberpunk film I have ever seen. It’s not a great watch, there’s a ton going on all of the time, but it is bursting with creativity and ideas. I adore this film, I really do. Even with all of it’s confusing, spastic, scatter-brained, story telling, I loved this film. Up until The Matrix and then John Wick, Johnny was my favorite Keanu Reeves performance. That, alone, has me coming back year after year. I highly recommend checking this one out if your a fan of the genre but it’s probably the weakest select on this list by a wide berth.

10a. Virtuosity

I was hesitant to put this one on the list because, I mean, this makes it eleven instead of ten, but moreso because I wasn’t sure of this thing qualifies as Cyberpunk. There’s a couple ahead on this list that have the same issue but I ended up putting them on so I guess this goes on here, too. Plus, I never hear anyone talking about this thing and I feel it deserves a bit more of a spotlight. Virtuosity is a goddamn blast. There’s a great performance from Denzel Washington a trite but ably executed plot, and some pretty interesting choices from a relatively new director. The strongest draw, however, is Russell Crowe as the artificial, glass eating, super psychopath, SID 6.7, as well as all of that mid 90s, virtual reality, conjecture. Virtuosity is definitely a product of it’s time but it's still a great time to watch.

9. Tron: Legacy

Legacy is, admittedly, not the best film. Even so, i had a ball with this one. The soundtrack by Daft Punk, alone, is worth the price of admission but couple that with the stunning, neon, visuals and you have a combo that can move even the most stoic of moviegoers. I absolutely adore this film. It get way too much hate for what it is. I’m a little perturbed we’ll never see the capping to this narrative but, for a second outing, I really did enjoy returning to this world. I’d put the first on this list but I really did connect with it beyond how dope it looked. Legacy gave me so much more to dig my teeth into and I respect it for that.

8. 12 Monkeys

I don’t even know where to begin with this movie. I’ve seen it a few times and dissected it in a couple of essays for school but I'm still not sure if i understand it wholeheartedly and that is incredible. For a movie to keep me so off-balance and I still enjoy the show is testament to the brilliant direction on display. The plot, itself, as convoluted as it can be sometimes, is rather gripping once you get a handle on what’s going on and the performances are outstanding. Brad Pitt really shows his range in this one, shades of things to come. 12 Monkeys is a Cyberpunk on the strictest sense but, like The Matrix, I was hesitant to add it tho this list. But, also just like The Matrix, if it is truly a Cyberpunk film, it has to be required viewing.

7. Dredd

Dredd is entirely Cyberpunk. From page to screen, Cyberpunk everything. The first outing was a little too campy to make this list but the second? The Karl Urban Dredd? That one fits this list perfectly. It’s a crying shame we didn’t get a sequel. I was itching to see Judge Death do it’s thing but the siege of Peachtree was more than enough to sate my ultraviolent appetite. Seriously, this movie is outstanding and it’s a crime more people didn’t see it. I feel like if this thing was released today, maybe on VOD, it would get the respect it deserves. Too early to the party, it seems.

6. RoboCop

It’s crazy to me that all of the classic, US made, Cyberpunk movies are all championed by foreign directors. Ridley Scott, Denis Villeneuve, Terry Gilliam, and Paul Verhoeven. Verhoeven’s RoboCop is a scathing indigent of consumerism and it’s interchangeability with corruption. When I was a kid, that sh*t flew right over my head. All I saw was a dope cyborg named Murphy and a beautifully alien war machine called ED-209. As I got older, I learned to appreciate, more and more, Verhoeven’s vision and RoboCop became more than just an action film for me. This thing is one of the best in the sub-genre and far more intelligent than anyone gives it credit for being.

5. The Matrix

I don’t know if The Matrix belongs on this list. It never felt Cyberpunk to me but everyone else tells me it is. When I think about it, it checks all the boxes; Existentialism, robots, future dystopia, etc. All the boxes but I always felt it skewed more toward Neo Noir than anything. That said, if it is Cyberpunk, and it seems that is the accepted consensus, how can it not make this list? The Matrix is one of the most influential films ever made. It’s easily the greatest action film in history. Terminator 2 is usually the front runner for that title, I’ll eventually make a Select for action films so don’t worry, but Neo’s maiden voyage matches anything Cameron created.

4. Alita: Battle Angel

I was initially introduced to Alita way back in the early 90s. the SyFy channel, back then know as the Sci-Fi Channel, used to show these blocks of what was called “Japanimation”, later known properly as anime, and the original Alita OVA was one of the few that aired. I loved every bit of it. It got me wondering about the manga so i went looking for that, too. Imagine my surprise when it was hundreds of chapters deep and encapsulated an entire world. I was hooked. So was James Cameron because he optioned it for the big budget, US, blockbuster treatment and spent the next decade and change, adapting technology to bring Gally and her universe to life. What we eventually got was, hands down, the best adapted anime or manga to the big screen, ever. Alita: Battle Angel is an incredible film experience that deserves more eyes on it and more love. Here’s hoping HBO Max and ATT give it that sequel everyone wants because it gets real awesome after the rollerball arc we just witnessed. Plus, I mean, Rosa Salazar’s Alita is just f*cking adorable, man.

3. Akira

Akira was the first anime I really watched with intent and that viewing colored my perception of cinema going forward for the rest of my life. I had seen anime before, of course, but not like this. Macross and Go-Lion were serials, cartoons for kids, but Akira was a completely different animal. I didn’t understand the narrative as a child, that came later, but i knew the experience was revolutionary. As I watched this film over and over, year after year, I began to understand exactly the story being told in a critical nature. It wasn’t only the breathtaking visuals that held up. Akira is as influential as it is because of it’s absolutely pristine storytelling. It’s reputation is unassailable and if you count yourself a fan of cinema, you have to see it at least once. I am petrified at what America is going to do to this narrative, man.

2. Ghost in the Shell

Ghost is easily the most balanced Cyberpunk film i have ever seen. It’s what I measure all movies in the sub-genre against. The narrative is poignant, profound, and perfectly executed. For the record, I’m speaking about the 1995 anime, not whatever the f*ck ScarJo starred in a few years back. That sh*t was the worst but Oshii’s masterpiece? That sh*t is the best. For such a short stint in Masamune Shirow‘s world, you are immersed in the grit of it all immediately. Kusanagi’s story, her struggle with being and conflict, mirror each other brilliantly. This would be top of the list if not for how much the world, itself, resembles our own. The Cyberpunk aesthetic kind of eludes this most Cyberpunk narrative. Even that juxtaposition is a positive in my eyes.

1. Blade Runner 2049

This one was hard to place. I love the original Blade Runner to bits. I think it’s a masterwork of cinema. It’s deftly acted, brilliantly directed, and easily one of the most gorgeous films I have ever laid eyes upon. And then Denis Villeneuve drops his continuation. Everything i just said about the original, stands for it’s sequel, but maybe even more. 2049 is breathtakingly gorgeous. It tells a simple, yet, emotional story driven by outstanding performances from everyone. No one is bad in this at all. I enjoyed the characters as much as I enjoyed the first’s, absolutely falling in love with Joi and Luv. This movie is everything and doesn’t get the love it deserves. Admittedly, it can be a little long in the tooth, but it needs all of that time to tell it’s story. If you commit to the narrative, engage with the visuals, and accept what the film is offering, you will be absolutely rewarded with one of the best movies ever captured on film.

Honorable Mentions: Terminator, Appleseed Alpha, Hotel Artemis, Run Lola Run, Demolition Man, Black Magic M-66, Elysium, Upgrade, The Lawnmower Man, Dark City, Armitage III, Ready Player One, The Zero Theorem, Minority Report, Looper

#Smokey brand Select #Cyberpunk

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Hello sweetie 💕 I love your writing style especially your Devil in disguise fic , can I request if it's possible a Tom x fem reader fic in which he takes care of the injured reader ? I sprained my ankle and I guess that would make the pain fade away a bit 💕

Hi there Anon!

So glad you enjoy my writing style. "Devil in Disguise" is one of my favorites. So I wrote something for you! Hope it is everything you hoped it would be and that it makes you feel better and cared for 💚 get well soon!

Summary: reader sprained her ankle running and a kind stranger stops to help.

Word count: 1176

A/N: I don't condone going to some random strangers car or going out to eat with them.

Trees breezed past you, their twisted limbs reached out, or at least it looked that way. You had had a rough day and one way to get out the animosities you couldn’t possibly release on your boss was to pound the pavement with you Nike running sneakers. Thump, thump, thump. The dusk air filled your nose as your lungs expanded, you held it, and then you puffed it out of your mouth. This was good, this was really good. It was the perfect evening for a run.

You looked up at the canopy of leaves above your head, but when you took your eyes off the path before you, you stumbled. Your foot must have caught on a dip in the trail and you flew down, your foot twisting as you tried to recover. Slam as your palms scraped against the pavement trying to gain traction and your knees skidded along the hard, rough surface.

You gasped as pain lit up throughout your body and your ankle throbbed. “Ouch!” you exclaimed.

Someone had been running behind you and had just begun to approach you crumpled like a dried up autumn leaf on the paved trail.

“Are you alright?” his face loomed before your eyes and you almost gasped a second time. Your mind let go of the pain. The man standing before you was completely breathtaking. His blue eyes showed concern and empathy for you as his honey-colored eyebrows knit together showing his apparent worry.

“I think I’m alright. It was silly of me, must not have been paying attention to where I was stepping and I fell,” you said chuckling with a slight grimace.

He blinked, looking around at the trees surrounding you and bending towards the both of you to hear your conversation, “Ah, I dunno about that, it is getting pretty dark out here. You should be more careful.”

“Can you stand?” he asked, concerned.

“Oh yeah,” you didn’t want him to think you were weak or wimpy so you tried to stand but pain set your nerves on fire sending a message screaming to your brain, “Ah!” you hissed.

“Shall I call an ambulance for you?”

“No!” you exclaimed, but softened, “No, thank you. I think I just sprained my ankle.”

“Just?” he echoed incredulously. He grabbed your hands and you noted how dainty your hands felt in his strong grasp.

He showed them to you, palm up, “You’re bleeding.” He threw a glance at your knee, “There too.”

“Oh!” you blinked quickly, “I didn’t notice. It isn’t a big deal, I just need to get back to my car so I can drive to the store and pick up a few things.” You began to list items, “band-aides, ointment--”

“Nonsense, I have plenty. Besides, how will you make it back to your car in this state?” he asked.

“Would you just help me up then?” You were certain that once you were to your feet you would be able to walk to your car.

Instead, Tom’s arms swooped you up, looping beneath the back of your legs and your shoulder blades.

You were even closer to his face than before and you were struck again with how beautiful he looked. You had trouble breathing. He was attentive, noticing your shallow breath, and stopped, “Are you alright? Is something else paining you.”

You gulped quickly, just your dumb, gorgeous face you idiot!

“No, nothing at all!” You said with a smile.

You felt like a child in his solid arms; your feet swayed with his big strides and your ponytail bobbed up and down.

Instead of taking you directly to your car, he stopped off at his first. The car doors clicked as he unlocked them. He managed to get the door open with you still cradled against his chest and gently placed you on the passenger seat while he left to rummage around in his trunk.

Your mind started racing faster than you had been running when you fell, What if he is a serial killer and I have made it easy for him to bring me to his car to drag me off to some unknown, gods forsaken location where he brutally cuts me up?

He came back looking boyish and innocent with a small first aid kit in his hand.

You looked at him stunned, “You carry around a first aid kit in your car?”

“You don’t carry around a first aid kit in your car?” he echoed, quirking an eyebrow.

“Fair,” you replied with a shrug. “What’s your name?”

“Why?” he asked with a sheepish grin, “need a name to tell the cops if something goes wrong?”

You chuckled, your face turning red, “What? No…”

“I’m Tom,” he offered.

You nodded, watching him as he began to wind a bandage around your ankle. He paused, glancing up at you, “And yours?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m Y/N.”

You were nervous and he must have sensed it because he began to chuckle under his breath.

As he finished bandaging your ankle he grabbed your hands again. You leaned forward, a lock of hair escaping from your pony tail to fall against your temple. Tom leaned forward as well to get a better look at the wounds. He paused, holding his breath, his head rising slowly as his eyes met yours.

Your mouth fell open slightly, you hadn’t realized how close you had gotten to him. Before you knew it, he was leaning forward, his lips parting to match your own. He planted a timid, gentle kiss on your lips. Electricity sparked through you and your heart began pumping faster.

He moved his head back, clearing his throat, “Uh- sorry,” he muttered.

You felt bad that he thought he had initiated something you didn’t want-- on the contrary some part of you, some tribal part of you, ached to feel him again.

“Kiss me again,” you ordered.

He peered at you, his eyes widening with wonder.

One of his hands released yours and went to brush the stray lock of hair behind your ear. His thumb moved down to stroke your delicate neck and with his strokes, he coaxed you forward until your lips met his for a second time.

Again, the feeling of familiarity blazed through you. Tom must have felt it too because he pulled back again.

“Something about you…” he trailed off, “are you hungry? I know this delightfully quaint diner only a few miles away.” He got a band-aide out of the first aid kit and opened the wrapper with his straight teeth.

You were elated. He felt it too! And like you, he wanted to explore the feeling more and find out why it had happened.

“Yes, Tom, I would love to go for a bite to eat.”

He nodded with a smile and finished cleaning you up.

He stood, holding the first aid kit, “You never know when you might need a first aid kit. Who knows, it might be just the thing you need to meet the person who could change your life forever.”

****please leave me your thoughts! If you are the Anon who requested this I would love to have some feedback sent in an ask! Think about donating if this is your request! I have a venmo and kofi on the bottom of my Masterlist. Love you all!

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston fanfiction #loki x reader #loki x you #smut #fluff #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston smut #tom hiddleston fluff #loki #tom hiddleston loki #loki mcu #loki marvel #imagine loki

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The Best of 2019

2019, what an exceptional year for movies! A great way to close out the shittiest decade! Here are the 50 best films I saw this year... click on the title to go to the IMDB page, and I’ll try to post a link to where you can see many of them. Also for the first time this year, I’m including MOM WARNINGS! My mom reads this list and sometimes actually watches these movies... so to save her some grief, sadness, or general concern for my psyche, there will be a NOT FOR MOMS!! warning where applicable... here we go!

50. STAR WARS - EPISODE IX: THE RISE OF SKYWALKER (Amazon)

People really hated this movie... I actually really liked it! Aside from the horses running around on the outside of spaceships (which makes no fucking sense... didn’t Leia get all space frozen exactly one movie ago??), it was a satisfying conclusion to a franchise I guess I don’t really care about as much as other people, so I was into it!

49. JOHN WICK: CHAPTER 3 - PARABELLUM (Amazon)

Quickly becoming one of the more well produced action franchises of all time. Probably two too many machine gun shootouts in this one for me (I get a little exhausted with gun violence), but the hand-to-hand stuff is brilliant and bloody and badass! Not to mention the deepening of the mythology and Halle Berry and her dogs. It’s a fun time, a welcome addition to the series, and I can’t wait for number 4.

48. QUEEN & SLIM (Amazon)

Billed as the black BONNIE AND CLYDE and from first time feature director Melina Matsoukas, this atmospheric tragedy is gorgeous to look at, delivers a pair of standout lead performances, and proves to have one of the more stressful final 30min of any of the films I saw this year, even if you know the inevitable conclusion is just around the corner.

47. UNDER THE SILVER LAKE (Amazon PRIME)

A wild Los Angeles noir story from the director of IT FOLLOWS. Plays like if David Lynch directed THE BIG LEBOWSKI, a weird, screwball whodunit. It’s a little long, and there are so many loose ends that seem to be thrown in just to fuck with the protagonist (and the audience), but it’s a really fun time and you’ll want to stay to the end to see it all play out. LA looks gorgeous too.

46. KNOCK DOWN THE HOUSE (Netflix)

Truly inspiring. Really shows how if you put your mind to something, believe in yourself and that you can make a difference, you can accomplish anything. Regardless of your political leanings, or how you feel about AOC personally, this is well worth your time and it has a great message for young people, especially those young women of color who might not think they can achieve great levels of success. It made me cry the happy tears.

45. LONG DAY’S JOURNEY INTO NIGHT (Amazon)

Best known for it’s remarkable 59min-3D final take, this hallucinatory journey through memory and dreams is mind-blowing and breathtaking. Hard not to leave this one feeling like you’ve been put though some kind of experiment that you don’t fully understand, but you’ll want to experience again. Highly recommended if you have access to 3D, or simply have some killer edibles and want to be thrown for a loop.

44. CLIMAX (Amazon PRIME)

NOT FOR MOMS!!

Speaking of being under the influence, holy shit is this film nuts! From Gaspar Noe, who if you’re aware of his work, you kind of already know what you’re in store for here. It’s been described as “FAME directed by the Marquis de Sade”... incredible dance sequences and audacious camerawork that slowly but surely devolves into hell. It’s a blast!

43. HAIL SATAN? (Hulu)

A fresh and funny documentary about a group of smartass Satanists exposing the hypocrisy amongst bible-thumping Christians who’d rather stomp their feet and be the loudest in the room than listen to anyone else’s perspective. Frustrating and entertaining in equal parts, this compulsively watchable film makes you want to scream at these Jesus freaks as much as you want to laugh along with the antics of these harmless, intelligent and organized troublemakers. An excellent time well spent.

42. FIRST LOVE (Amazon)

(Probably) NOT FOR MOMS!!

Director Takashi Miike’s yakuza action-comedy is the most accessible of his films I’ve seen (he’s now made more than 100 movies, which is insane), but that doesn’t mean it’s not a gonzo wild time at the movies. The violence is here in full force, but unlike AUDITION or ICHI THE KILLER, you don’t need a barf bag close by to enjoy it. It’s often hilarious and moves at a breakneck speed. Super fun!

41. THE DEAD DON’T DIE (Amazon PRIME)

Jim Jarmusch’s star-studded, droll zombie-comedy came and went from theaters without much fanfare, but provided me with plenty of laughs. It’s also the second of 3 Adam Driver vehicles to be on this year’s list. Bill Murray and Driver lead the way along with plenty familiar faces in cameos throughout (including the RZA in one of my favorite scene’s of the year). Classic Jarmusch... a meditation on death and mortality in his vintage style.

40. EL CAMINO: A BREAKING BAD MOVIE (Netflix)

Dude, Aaron Paul is a legit GREAT actor. Picks up right where the show left off, and I was on the edge of my seat and filled with anxiety just like I was during the best moments of the now classic series. It was good to hang out with my old friends again.

39. DOCTOR SLEEP (Amazon)

A box office flop due to poor promotion and a title people weren’t familiar with, this sequel to THE SHINING is based on the Stephen King book of the same name, which I read, and I can’t recommend it more. Great suspense, and fantastic performances from both Ewan McGregor and (especially) Rebecca Ferguson. It’s a dark and scary film that is a fun trip back to the Overlook Hotel... provided you wish to return there...

38. THE LAST BLACK MAN IN SAN FRANCISCO (Amazon PRIME)

About 90min into this beautifully shot film I was ready to lock it in as a possible Top 5 contender. Then the bottom fell out for me the last quarter of the movie and lost my confidence. No bother, it’s still wonderful enough to find a spot on the list and carry my recommendation. Young men and women watching their city change before their eyes, and wondering what the concept of “home” really means is a real challenge facing many people here in the Bay Area. This film does a fantastic job conveying that, for most of the film anyway.

37. THE PEANUT BUTTER FALCON (Amazon)

A bonafide crown-pleaser of a movie, and another example of the true talent Shia LeBeouf has and is capable of (more on him later). A young man with Down Syndrome escapes his assisted-living facility to track down his wrestling idol the Saltwater Redneck with the help of an outlaw and a social worker. Sweet, funny, and heartfelt... a feel good surprise.

36. A BEAUTIFUL DAY IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD (Amazon)

I didn’t cry nearly as much as I did during the excellent documentary WON’T YOU BE MY NEIGHBOR from last year, but if you’re a Mr. Rogers fan, you’ll still shed a few during this heartwarming film. Tom Hanks does his thing, and even though this movie is guilty of borrowing a little too much from the previous doc, it’s still a great showcase for the truly selfless and beautiful force of nature that Fred Rogers was. Bring tissues anyway.

35. CARMINE STREET GUITARS (In Theaters Now)

A love letter to both New York City and the art, joy, and love that goes into honing and maintaining one’s craft. Meanwhile the looming doom of gentrification hovers over the proceedings, never letting you get fully enrapt in the sweetness that these artists (and their many famous customers) exude when talking about and playing their one-of-a-kind works of art. A stunning and lovely piece for musicians and talentless fans of music alike.

34. HOLIDAY (Amazon)

NOT FOR MOMS!!

A tough, cold film with nary a character to actively root for... until after about an hour of icy behavior comes (no pun intended) a scene so shocking in its graphic and disturbing nature, people left the theater without staying for the final resolution. First time director Isabella Eklof pulls off the bold and audacious maneuver, all while making it seem like she doesn’t care whether you like her characters (or her film) at all. It’s a very fine balancing act, executed to perfection. But be warned... it’s rough.

33. AVENGERS: ENDGAME (Disney+)

What can I say? You saw it. It’s good. A bunch of Supermans fly around and blow shit up. A satisfying end (until the next 20 films).

32. MIDSOMMAR (Amazon Prime)

NOT FOR MOMS!!

A disturbing slow burn of a gothic horror film. Characters do hallucinogens while ritualistic religious murders and tribal mating practices threaten to ruin everyones existence. Florence Pugh is phenomenal (more from her in a minute) in a very trying roll. Doesn’t pack quite the punch of the director’s last film, HEREDITARY, but it’s still well worth the watch. But yeah, it’s disturbing.

31. APOLLO 11 (Hulu)

A fascinating look at the first moon landing from rarely seen archival footage and audio. Seeing it on the IMAX screen was intense and exhilarating, unlike narrative pictures like the severely overrated FIRST MAN. This isn’t my favorite documentary of the year, but it is an absolute lock to win the Academy Award for Best Doc of 2019. It’s a must see, a must experience.

30. HIGH LIFE (Amazon PRIME)

NOT FOR MOMS!!

French auteur Claire Denis’ bizarre, erotic sci-fi mindfuck about isolation and humanity is not for everyone, but is a brilliant take on the genre, and is yet another showcase for Robert Pattinson, who is quietly becoming one of my favorite working actors. Juliette Binoche also is on fire here and has what one critic calls “the single greatest one-person sex scene in the history of cinema.” So it has that going for it.

29. TRIPLE FRONTIER (Netflix)

A fully loaded heist film with no real bad guy, but instead a group of recognizable badasses in a Netflix-released action thrill ride. There’s absolutely no reason this should’ve worked, or even been half as good as it is, but boy is it good! Compulsively watchable, and rewatchable. If this were on Showtime as much as DEN OF THIEVES is I’d have seen it 30 times by now. It’s one of the most pleasant surprises of the year.

28. 1917 (Amazon)

An unbelievable visual achievement from cinematographer Roger Deakins and director Sam Mendes. The story isn’t the greatest war story ever told (are there great war stories?), but it’s shot to look like one continuous long take, sustained for 2hrs. It’s really an unbelievable feat, but doesn’t come off as gimmicky or distracting. It’s intense, beautifully staged, and sad. A big screen spectacle.

27. TOY STORY 4 (Amazon)

Woody and the gang are back, and the films continue to keep the dust from collecting. It’s still so much fun to hang out with this group of misfit toys. There was talk that after the incredible TOY STORY 3 this was just a money grab and was labeled unnecessary, but I found it to be a sweet, charming, and nostalgic trip I was glad I took.

26. HONEYLAND (Hulu)

My pick for documentary of the year comes from the mountains of Macedonia, where a woman named Hatidze lives with her dying mother making a living cultivating honey. When a family of shitheads moves into a shanty next door, what seems like a fix for her lonely existence becomes catastrophic as they disregard her teachings and threaten her livelihood. I was an emotional wreck throughout the experience and it goes without saying it’s a must-see. Gorgeous and heartbreaking.

25. LITTLE WOMEN (Amazon)

I have never read the book, nor seen any of the film adaptations, so I went in blind to this lovely film. Director Greta Gerwig follows up the phenomenal LADYBIRD with this Altman-esque rendition of the widely beloved literary classic. I found it exceptional in its execution and performances, including the previously mentioned Florence Pugh, who is a knockout. A wonderful addition to the ever-growing stable of Christmas films I look to enjoy during future Decembers.

24. GREENER GRASS (Hulu)

It’s as if Tim & Eric made BLUE VELVET. Bizarre, outrageous, gross, and a guaranteed future midnight movie favorite. My sides hurt. A satire skewering upper-middle class suburban soccer moms and dads alike. Babies are given away. A boy turns into a dog. Everyone has braces. There’s a creep on the loose. It’s wild and flat-out hilarious literally from start to finish. Almost too many jokes to keep up with. Watch it! Bring weed.

23. RELAXER (Amazon)

NOT FOR MOMS!!

Speaking of gross, this film is disgusting, but in a good way. A satire about lazy consumerism and self-destruction. It’s a short hang, thankfully, but if you can stomach it to the end (remember, it’s nasty) you’ll be rewarded with not only a hilarious dark comedy, but also an unexpected haymaker of sadness you didn’t see coming. It’s a pretty impressive feat, and an overall success. But, yeah, it’s fucking gross.

22. AD ASTRA (Amazon)

APOCALYPSE NOW in space starring Brad Pitt. If you need more information than that, I don’t really know what else to do for you.

21. SLUT IN A GOOD WAY (Amazon PRIME)

(Probably) NOT FOR MOMS!!

A black-and-white raunchy French arthouse teen comedy that gives a middle finger to the double standard set by the equally raunchy teen-boys-will-be-boys genre. It’s so much fun, and honest, and the actors are such natural talents you forget the subject matter is at times shocking (only because of said double standard) and just go with it. I think it’s just wonderful. Seek it out!

20. US (HBO)

Jordan Peele’s excellent follow-up to GET OUT. Doppelganger home invasion terror with a killer twist. To describe more would be to risk giving something away. I’ll just say that Lupita Nyong’o is my pick to win her second Oscar, this time as Best Actress, here in a dual role. She’s incredible. If you haven’t seen it, try to go in blind, you’ll be rewarded.

19. THE FAREWELL (Amazon PRIME)

A heartfelt homecoming film about family, culture, and how the things we don’t say can be just as strong of a show of love as the things we do say. It’s sweet, tender, and bursting with personal flare and emotions from director Lulu Wang. Awkwafina also curbs her more manic and loud tendencies as a performer for more quiet, thoughtful, and somber choices. She’s phenomenal.

18. KNIVES OUT (Amazon)

A clever ensemble whodunit that’s just as funny and smart as it is mysterious. Everyone across the board delivers as the assorted motley crew. The film rewards repeat viewings and Daniel Craig knocks it out of the park, stealing every scene he’s in, reminding us all what a fantastic actor he can be when he’s not sipping the Vespers.

17. BOOKSMART (Hulu)

The female SUPERBAD is the elevator pitch, but this coming-of-age gem is really unlike any other example in the genre. They’re privileged, uber-smart, and have never partied. Yet they have the same neuroses as any other teen scared to death of what to do next or how to be normal. It’s also fucking hilarious. You wanna hang out with these girls and at the same time bury your head under the covers because you feel their pure terror/embarrassment. It’s a blast.

16. THE MUSTANG (Amazon)

Starring Matthias Schoenaerts, one of the finest actor’s working today, this understated and emotional drama about rehabilitation and redemption floored me upon first viewing. It is a gorgeous film. You’ve probably seen stories similar to this before, but rarely is one told with such compelling conviction. A borderline masterpiece.

15. HONEY BOY (Amazon PRIME)

Remember a few years back we had the McConaissance, where everything Matthew McConaughey did was solid gold after years of middling bullshit? I’m calling it right now: Shia LaBeouf is about to have the same thing. He wrote the script and plays a version of his own father in a brutal version of his own fucked up childhood as an up-and-coming child actor. It’s heartbreaking and absolutely riveting. I’m hoping he gets an Oscar nod, but regardless I implore you to seek this film out, he’s incredible.

14. MONOS (Hulu)

(Probably) NOT FOR MOMS!!

A bizarre, bewildering, chaotic, and unsettling film. Some of the most beautiful photography I saw on the big screen this year, yet some of the most surreal and disturbing imagery as well. It’s a militarized, Latin American LORD OF THE FLIES with commentary on tribal behavior and violence. It can be a tough sit, but boy is it beautiful.

13. DOLEMITE IS MY NAME (Netflix)

What a wonderful, welcome surprise! Eddie Murphy in an awards caliber performance as Rudy Ray Moore, the multi-hyphenate performer who created the alter ego Dolemite, spawning a film franchise and many legendary comedy albums. It’s obviously hilarious, and a great behind-the-scenes biopic, but also shockingly sweet and heartfelt, even between all the cuss words. I even teared up a couple times. The 3rd best thing Netflix released this year (more on that in a minute).

12. JOKER (Amazon)

You already saw this.

11. THE IRISHMAN (Netflix)

It’s far too long. It could’ve done with being cut as a three part miniseries or special. There’s about 45min worth of scenes that are quintessential DVD bonus features (I’m looking at you Action Bronson), but goddamn if it’s not Scorsese doing his Scorsese thing. It’s a gangster film, but it’s also a meditation on aging and death. Pesci is incredible and Pacino steals the show. Sure, the de-aging thing is distracting, the curb stomping scene is embarrassing. But still, I mean... IT’S MARTIN SCORSESE!

10. PAIN AND GLORY (Amazon)

Pedro Almodovar’s most personal work to date, a tale about making art and the loneliness of love. If you are unfamiliar with his work, this is a great jumping off point. His movies can be challenging and dark, but this film has such joy and hope amongst the heartache. The final reveal, while not earth shattering on paper, is nonetheless so moving it left the screening I attended without a dry eye in the place. It is his best film yet.

9. THE LIGHTHOUSE (Amazon)

From the director of THE WITCH comes another type of gothic horror, this time with the legendary Willem Dafoe and the (already mentioned) brilliant Robert Pattinson marooned on a lighthouse rock alone to drive each other completely insane. It’s hallucinatory, violent, disorienting, and flat-out brilliant. If it weren’t for another guy we’ll get to in a minute, Dafoe would be a lock for Best Supporting Actor here. It’s a slightly challenging film, with the period style mariner dialogue, but it’s just as funny as it is terrifying.

8. JOJO RABBIT (Amazon)

A beautiful, touching, funny, crowd-pleasing comedy about a little Nazi whose imaginary friend is Hitler. Yep, your read that correctly. There are about a million reasons this should absolutely not work. Yet, it’s one of the best theater going experiences I had this year. A must see... ESPECIALLY with Mom!

7. MARRIAGE STORY (Netflix)

The best written and acted film of the year, and the third Adam Driver vehicle to appear here. Sad but honest. Touching but brutal. It’s awkward and a bit of a bummer, but there’s such great work being done here, in front of and behind the camera. Noah Baumbach is a force of nature, and has yet to make a film I was even iffy about. He’s the real deal and this might be his masterpiece.

6. WAVES (Amazon)

Speaking of auteurs, Trey Edward Shults is now 3/3 on features after the brilliant KRISHA and IT COMES AT NIGHT. Here he follows a middle-class black family, led by a domineering father, through a tragic moment in all of their lives. The first half deals with the son’s story, then abruptly switches to the daughter’s life post said event. It shouldn’t work, yet somehow manages to be one of the most emotionally affecting pieces of art I saw this year. The camera never stops moving, constantly swirling and whirling and you can’t help to be sucked up into it. It’s a beautiful tragedy.

5. LONG SHOT (HBO)

The biggest and most pleasant surprise of the year. An opposites-attract rom-com with more brains, bite, social commentary, and laughs than it has any right to have. Easily the most fun you’ll have with (almost) the whole family... there’s a lot of cum jokes. But don’t let the vulgarity dissuade you! It’s a total riot with just the right amount of sweetness to balance out the saltiness. I love love love this movie.

4. THE ART OF SELF-DEFENSE (Hulu)

What starts as a strange, dark comedy morphs into a FIGHT CLUB-esque thriller with allusions to disturbingly toxic masculinity and an offbeat take on what it takes to “be a man.” It is laugh-out-loud hilarious, and expertly made, while really having something to say, and it says it in a way I’ve never really seen before. It’s not surprising this didn’t get more attention, the characters are truly difficult to relate to, let alone root for, but as far as originality goes, you’d be hard pressed to find anything this year much better than this.

3. UNCUT GEMS (Amazon)

(Probably) NOT FOR MOMS!!

The cinematic equivalent of being locked in the brain of a lunatic having a cocaine-fueled anxiety attack. If that sounds like fun (AND IT IS!!!) then this is the film for you! Oh, and Adam Sandler is going to be nominated for an Oscar for Best Actor. For real. It’s a chaotic, stress-filled masterpiece.

2. ONCE UPON A TIME... IN HOLLYWOOD (Amazon)

My favorite filmmaker’s 2nd best film. A personal story about the love of film during the late 60s, a time of dirty hippies and Charles Manson, as well as the passing of the torch from old Hollywood to the “golden age” of cinema. It’s a fairytale of sorts, with Tarantino’s trademark flare for spontaneous violence and mining multiple genres to make his most mature work since PULP FICTION. I’ve been rewarded with new takeaways upon each subsequent viewing, and my love and appreciation for it only grows and grows. Brad Pitt is a lock for Best Supporting Actor, he’s magnificent. It was always going to be my #1 with a bullet no matter what, because it’s just that great...

1. PARASITE (Amazon)

...but then Bong Joon-ho, the master of new Korean cinema unleashed PARASITE. Not only is it the best film of 2019, it’s one of the best films I have ever seen. Like EVER ever. He is in such astonishing control of his craft it’s hard not to sit back and marvel and the sheer skill on display. You can be laughing one moment and then recoiling in horror during the same breath. He’s using multiple genre tropes, incredible set design, pitch perfect acting/writing, and such exquisite planning you can’t possibly know what’s in store for you from one scene to the next. It is an absolute masterpiece and if it doesn’t sweep every category it’s nominated for at this year’s Oscars, it’ll be a travesty. If you have even a passing interest in film as an art form, the power it can wield, and the messages it can convey, you owe it to yourself to see this film. It’s perfect.

Well, there it is. Thanks for reading any part of this. Now go see PARASITE. I love you.

#movies #top50 #2019 #movies of 2019

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the-sweetest-dragon · 5 years

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Date Night

Pairing: Tim Drake x Stephanie Brown

Word Count: 1504

Summary: An anniversary gift almost too big to believe.

Warnings: None, just sickeningly sweet adorableness

AN: I didn’t almost have a panic attack writing this. Nope, not at all.

Tags: @incorrectbatfamiliaquotes @audder17

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“Stephanie, our car leaves in ten minutes. Are you almost finished getting ready?” Tim asks from behind the closed bathroom door. Stephanie checks her makeup one last time before opening the door.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” She opens the door and finds Tim sitting on their bed, hair somewhat rumpled and looking amazing, his dark suit complementing his pale complexion nicely. Stephanie had made him get a haircut earlier in the week, since he couldn’t see out of his bangs and nearly ran into a wall last week. His brown eyes catch her staring at him and he shoots her a cheeky smile, full of promise. “Well, how do I look?” she asks, even though she already knows the answer.

Stephanie turns slowly, her deep purple dress hugging her curves perfectly. The dress plunges deeply and ends on her mid thigh. Tim’s jaw drops; Stephanie has always been gorgeous, it’s nothing new. But she never fails to astound him into silence with the pure beauty of her. Her golden hair is pulled up into a careful bun, with a few curled tendrils framing her face perfectly, and Tim has to stop himself from pulling all the pins out of her hair to be able to freely run his fingers through it. He knows that Stephanie is very out of his league, he’s made aware of that fact every time Conner hits on her. Tim also knows that Stephanie is, to his astonishment, very in love with him, and he couldn’t be happier to know that fact.

“Amazing,” he breathes out. Stephanie feels her heart leap; this was her favorite part of getting dressed up. Tim’s amazement over her was something she’d never get over. She watches him pull himself back together with a smirk on her face. He clears his throat. “Ready now, marshmallow?”

Stephanie beams at the nickname, her insides doing a soft flip when Tim kisses her softly. They leave the hotel, making sure to keep their key cards safe in Stephanie’s very small clutch. Tomorrow is their eight year wedding-in-Vegas anniversary and Tim had decided to surprise Stephanie with a trip to Paris for a week. During their stay, the Cinderella ballet would be performing at the Palais Garnier, an event that had been on Stephanie’s bucket list for many years. Her excitement is through the roof at the moment, her fingers tapping against the leather seat of the car in eagerness. Tim chuckles softly at the movement, knowing that her nervous jitters are partially due to the quiet atmosphere of the car.

The wedding, the huge wedding that is, is set to happen in less than a month and Tim knew that Stephanie needs a break. She’s been working very hard to make this the perfect event, and getting her to relax was a feat that was seldom accomplishable. Between wedding preparations and patrol, Tim rarely saw her outside of the Manor. This trip was a welcome escape from the craziness of Gotham and the pressures of society.

Stephanie sighs softly and lays her head on Tim’s shoulder. Her mind is going a mile a minute, making it impossible to settle into the comfort Tim gives her. What if the dress doesn’t fit? What if the flowers don’t arrive on time? What if… What if… Stephanie clenches her eyes shut, trying to stop the stream of thoughts coursing through her mind. This trip was supposed to relax her, but if anything it had only stressed her out more. She wants to be able to relax, but life keeps getting in the way. Stephanie feels Tim kiss the top of her head and a little bit of that tension she’s holding inside loosens slightly. She sighs, grateful for Tim’s calmness for a moment.

“We’re here,” he whispers softly. Stephanie turns her head toward the opera house and let out a soft gasp. She knows the Palais Garnier was beautiful, but she had never imagined it to be so breathtaking. The architecture alone was gorgeous, with columns lining the entryway. The detailing that was put into such a building must have taken years upon years to create.

Stephanie turns to Tim with a grin on her face. Tim is looking back at her with love and adoration in his dark eyes. Stephanie leans forwards and connects their lips, surprising Tim slightly. He quickly warms to the kiss, cupping her cheeks in his hands and gently tracing the curve of her jaw. She nips at his bottom lip before pulling back with a crooked smile.

“I still can’t believe you managed to get tickets for this. It’s always sold out!” Tim watches the giddiness enter her once again, happy that’s she’s happy.

“Anything for my marshmallow.”

As they left the car, Tim makes sure to keep a hand on Stephanie’s waist, as to not lose her in the crowd. They enter the theater and he hears a soft gasp from beside him. Tim looks towards Stephanie, catching her admiring the elaborate chandeliers and paintings of the grand entrance. Tim guides her towards their seats, and they wait for the ballet to begin. Soft whispers can be heard all around them, but Tim chooses to ignore whatever they’re saying in French to concentrate fully on Stephanie. The look of wonder hasn’t left her face; she glances around, taking in the grandness of it all. Tim smiles, knowing he did a good job bringing her here. Stephanie, despite having lived with Bruce Wayne for many years, still found fancy things exciting and Tim would be lying if he didn’t say that he loved her even more for it. It kept him humble, which is always a good thing when growing up with money.

Slowly, the lights go down and a hush goes over the crowd. The dancers appear and Stephanie sits completely still for the next few hours. Her eyes rarely leave the stage, watching with rapt attention as the dancers tell the story of Cinderella and her trials to escape her home. She catches Tim wiping away tears near the end and reaches for his hand, which he willingly gives for her to squeeze softly.

Once the ballet is well and truly over, Tim and Stephanie sit quietly in the car, waiting for the traffic to slow. Paris is lovely at this time of night; the Eiffel Tower lit up from within, nearly shining brighter than the stars. Stephanie has her head pressed against the window of the car, trying to spot the Big Dipper and failing slightly. The lights of the city made looking at the stars nearly impossible. She feels Tim shift in his seat next to her, and she turns her attention back to him. His bow-tie hangs loosely around his neck and the top few buttons of his dress shirt are undone, giving her a view of his prominent collar bones. Tim has always been a bit boney, and age had only made it more noticeable. Stephanie catches the hint of worry in his brown eyes and tilts her head questioningly.

“Did you enjoy it?” Tim nervously asks. Stephanie smiles and lays her left hand on his chest, right where his heart beats quickly. She can’t help but laugh softly. He plans amazing trips and surprises, but still is unsure. Silly man.

“Of course I enjoyed it Timmy. Why wouldn’t I?” Stephanie raises a delicate brow. Tim shrugs and places his hand over hers on his chest. “You’ve always planned lovely surprises for me, this one isn’t any different. Thank you for an amazing anniversary.”

Tim smiles softly, lifting Stephanie’s hand to his lips, planting soft kisses against her scarred knuckles. Stephanie has many scars, several of which are covered by her stunning dress. Each tells a part of his story, and he wouldn’t change her for the world. He’s seen her at her worst, just as she has seen him in the throes of depression and desperation. There wasn’t a thing in the world that would keep them apart.

Tim leans over Stephanie, grabbing an unopened bottle of champagne. He opens it with a small amount of difficulty, causing Stephanie to laugh at the sheer awkwardness of his movements. With a grimace, he pours two glasses of the bubbly liquid into glasses that were sitting near the bottle. He hands Stephanie one, keeping the other for himself and raises his slightly in a toast. Stephanie copies his gesture, smiling widely at him.

“Here’s to many more years of complete, and utter happiness with the love of my life.” Stephanie gently taps her glass against Tim’s, happy beyond belief to be here with him in this car, in the city of love and lights. She couldn’t have asked for a better fiance, or a better anniversary. Her life is finally becoming she could be proud of, and she’s ready to live it to the best of her ability. This life, these moments, are worth living as long as he is beside her and smiling.

“I can drink to that darling.”

#tim drake #stephanie brown #red robin #spoiler #batgirl #batfam #paris #anniversary #cuteness overload #i'm so tired #timsteph

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hermioneistherealhero · 5 years

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One thing I’ve never understood in the 1d fandom (particularly as a larrie but in other parts of the fandom too) is that you’re never allowed to say you’re attracted to Harry without qualifying it in some way. Like whenever Harry looks good larries feel the need to follow up with “omg Louis is so lucky” or something something about him being gay instead of just appreciating Harry’s beauty for what it is outside of it’s relation to some other person. To be clear, I’m not making the argument for people to be able to grossly objectify him or write sexually explicit things about Harry because that’s obviously not ok either but...I’m v much attracted to him??? Point blank. No qualification needed. He’s beautiful, attractive, handsome, cute, adorable, sexy (i know he doesn’t like that word and tbh I don’t either but if anyone is it’s him), gorgeous, stunning, hot, otherworldly, breathtaking, pretty, etc etc etc the list goes on. You’re allowed to recognize that and tbh? I doubt he’s at all offended in any way.

#HARRY. STYLES. IS. HOT.#THE LIGHTS UP VID? HOT AF #i’ve never been able to understand why people are allowed to say anything they want about how sexy they think niall is #or how hot liam is #or how fine this or that male (or female for that matter) celebrity is #but if you dare say the same about harry you’re a het and wanna suck his dick #neither of those apply to me but i still got eyes!#idk why yall are pretending you don’t #harry styles #lights up #people will talk all day about harry and louis knowing they’ve both said it’s not a thing #knowing that louis has said he doesn’t like it #unprompted and on video #by phone #online #so many places #and still act like they have a moral high ground on anything #i’m sorry i’m just....taken aback by some of the things i see here! every day.

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yoon-ing · 6 years

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Not So Unaffected

Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 6.2k

[A/N]: i love jungkook with my entire being; happy belated birthday my baby boy

When your plan to convince your ex you’re not that into him goes completely wrong

Putting yet another bobby pin in your hair, your gaze leaves your reflection for a moment to meet the eyes of your friend who is perched on the corner of your mattress, staring at you with nothing but disappointment written across her features.

“Is this really necessary?” she asks, finally speaking up after sitting around your apartment for the last hour and a half watching you run up and down trying to find the perfect shade of blush, or draw the perfect wing of your eyeliner, or get the perfect curl despite almost burning your scalp more than once.

“Three years. We dated for three years and it took him less than a month to move on?” you bite back, your tone bitter and full of resentment.

“Still, I don’t think this is a good idea,” she says, reiterating the same thing she has been saying since you first mentioned it to her a week ago.

Releasing a sigh, you swivel around on your chair to face her. “I’ll be in and out of there in a flash, I just need to show him how unaffected I am by this.”

“But you aren’t unaffected,” she points out and she’s right, because if you really didn’t care, you wouldn’t be running around like a mad woman trying to make yourself look better than you ever have.

“Well he doesn’t need to know that,” you reply pointedly. “Now come help me zip this up,” you say changing the subject as you step into the dress you purchased for this specific event, the gown long and blue, navy silk hugging your curves, dipping down to leave your back exposed.

She doesn’t say anymore, doing as told, zipping her lips and zipping your dress. You spin around to face the full length mirror, taking in the reflection that feels so foreign, a dolled up beauty staring back at you. Awkwardly, you adjust the fabric that wraps around your thighs, playing with the material that falls to the floor, so smooth and soft, but mostly unfamiliar.

A whistle comes from your friend as she steps up beside you, her eyes focused on your reflection, looking you up and down. “Jeon Jungkook, you’ve got another think coming.”

“Do I look okay?” you ask shyly, beginning to wonder if this is too much. Every concern of yours is being hushed away until the taxi is pulling up and you’re stepping in with a nervous heart.

Each step is calculated and careful, the fabric of your dress balled in one hand as you focus on not stumbling over your own feet. The marble floors are covered in a protective red carpet that makes you feel fancy and you follow it down the hotel lobby, stopping in front of large wooden doors where a woman behind a small podium asks for your name. Her finger trails down a list of guests and the thumping in your chest makes part of you hope that she doesn’t find it, but she looks up with a smile and says, “enjoy your evening, Ms. Y/N.”

A slight nod is all you can muster in return and a polite smile pulls at your lips for only a moment before the doorman is opening the entrance way and stepping aside to let you through, your composure wavering as you struggle to find the courage to enter the grand room. The first step is overwhelming with music and chatter filling the air, the soft lighting of chandeliers bringing warmth to the room; there are bodies scattered throughout the space, some dressed in gowns as elegant as your own and others in black ties and perfectly pressed suits. Waiters move between the crowds ensuring flutes of champagne are always topped up and hors d’oeuvres of the most expensive kind are being served.

This is supposed to be some sort of charity gala for Jimin’s company, but you know it’s only an excuse to throw an elaborate cocktail party whilst making himself look good. You’ve never attended in the years previous, too intimidated by the corporate world, but when Jimin personally called to ensure that the offer still stood although you and Jungkook had split, you found yourself accepting the invitation.

It takes you a matter of seconds to spot Jungkook in the crowd, standing tall in a suit tailored perfectly to his body and you allow yourself to admit that he looks stunning, but before you can get swept up in his perfect hair and charming smile, you pull your gaze away and redirect your attention to Jimin.

“Wow… Y/N, you’re breathtaking,” Jimin greets instead of a usual ‘hello’ when you approach him.

“You think?” you say, awkwardly fidgeting with the fabric of your dress, “it’s not too much?”

“No, no, you’re beautiful,” he reassures, “can I get you a drink?” Jimin doesn’t wait for a response and waves over one of the servers holding a tray of champagne.

He hands you the glass and you gladly take it, needing something to wash down the nerves that find their way into your throat. It doesn’t take long for the rest of the boys to spot you, greeting you with open arms and tight hugs and soon, all anxiousness is forgotten and you begin to enjoy yourself. It feels as if nothing has changed, they’re all joking around and treating you the same as they always have, something you’re grateful for.

As much as you’re enjoying yourself, you can’t shake the feeling that someone is watching you, and for good reason too, because the number of times the boys’ eyes stray past you to someone in the distance you don’t need to look to confirm who they’re looking at.

“If you’ll excuse me, there’s someone I need to say hello to,” you tell the group once there’s enough bubbly in your system. They’re wary to let you go, but with the glances you’ve spared to the man across the room, it’s not you they should be worried about.

Jungkook looks equally as uncomfortable as he does stunning, and boy must you admit he’s a looker. It’s obvious he’s not expecting you to be here, especially with his little miss draped around his arms, but you don’t feel any sense of jealousy, instead your confidence levels are soaring with the way he watches you, almost as if he can’t believe his eyes. He looks at you as if you’re the only person in the room and each step closer gives you more courage, sauntering over with your hips swaying and his eyes shaking.

“Fancy meeting you here,” you say once you’re standing face to face with Jungkook.

“Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?” he questions with a raised eyebrow, trying to hide how obviously fazed he is by your attendance.

A sly smile lingers on your lips for a moment instead of offering a response and you direct your attention to the girl standing beside him, doe eyed and innocent.

“I’m Y/N,” you introduce with an outstretched hand. She doesn’t bat an eye as she takes your hand in hers and tells you her own name is Kim Jiwoo. She doesn’t know who you are and that in itself is a small victory, she can’t possibly be important to Jungkook.

“How do you two know each other?” she asks politely, making small talk.

“We-” Jungkook begins before you cut him off.

“We’re just acquaintances,” you finish for him and while she stares at you attentively, your gaze is locked on Jungkook, catching the hurt that flashes across his eyes momentarily before he composes himself and takes another sip of his drink.

But you’ve gotten everything you came here for, so you retreat back into the crowd, away from the confrontation that you refuse to admit is killing you and look for Jimin to announce your departure.

“Running away from Jungkook already?” Namjoon asks as he walks into the conversation you’re having with Jimin, that’s mostly just you making up excuses.

“What- no, I just-” You’re unable to come up with something to say before Namjoon is holding out his hand to you.

“How about a dance before you run off like a damsel in distress?”

You let him take your hand and guide you out onto the floor where the crowd is sparse and instead bodies sway to the live band that has music bouncing off the walls.

“He hasn’t been doing well,” Namjoon says after a moment of neither of you talking.

You know he’s staring right at you, but you can’t bring yourself to look up as you speak back. “So? What does that have to do with me?” The words come out harsher than you intend and the aftertaste is bitter on your tongue.

“Y/N, I know you care about him.”

“Cared,” you correct, still averting eye contact.

“No one comes out of a 3 year relationship and instantly stops caring.”

“That’s what I thought,” you remark with what comes out as resentment, but it doesn’t take much to see beyond your mask that it pains you and you’re no longer referring to yourself as your eyes travel to Jungkook downing drinks with his date’s arms wound tightly around his waist.

Namjoon doesn’t pry anymore, all the answers written in the way your eyes sadden each time Jungkook leans down to whisper in his date’s ear, holding her close as they share a secret conversation that has her lips stretched into a permanent smile. It’s not until Namjoon is speaking once more that you realize your eyes have been glued to the other side of the room.

“You’ll stay and chat for a little while, won’t you? Not for him, but for us?”

You can’t decline the request, especially when the boys have been so kind to you despite the termination of your relationship with Jungkook; you’ve been meaning to catch up, you know they worry when their texts asking how you’re doing go unanswered.

Your dance with Namjoon doesn’t last to the end of the song with Hoseok stealing you away, claiming that Namjoon has been hogging you. After the polite amount of dancing, you’re finally able to get a break with the excuse of wanting another drink and Hoseok is happy to accompany you to the bar before the two of you join the other boys.

“She’s not even that pretty,” Jimin chirps when he catches you staring across the room once again. You know he’s trying to make you feel better, but your eyes tinted green with envy don’t hide the fact that she’s gorgeous and you give an absentminded nod as your response.

“I bet her personality isn’t even that great,” he continues, taking baseless digs at her.

“She seems a lot nicer than the other girls.” A figure looms tall behind you and you hardly make out the voice to be Taehyung’s as your insides twist, your stomach knotting in a tangled mess as it dons on you for the first time that this isn’t the first girl Jungkook has been with since the split. An ‘oof’ from behind you tells you that Taehyung has just taken Jimin’s fist in the stomach before being dragged away, their presence being replaced by Seokjin coming up next to you.

“How many?” you ask, your eyes trained on the man who continues to break your heart into more pieces than you ever thought possible.

“I don’t know, Y/N,” Seokjin says quietly, unsure of how to respond.

“Is that what Namjoon meant when he said he’s not doing well?” you inquire.

“I mean, I can’t say for sure, but… probably.” And that’s enough confirmation for you. “We’re worried about him.”

“He seems to be doing fine to me,” you bitterly remark, your tongue lodged in your cheek as you give Jungkook one last glance.

The evening is going smoothly, you’ve managed to keep your cool despite the blood boiling in your veins. You focus solely on the drink in your hand, watching it bubble each time Jimin waves over a waiter to top off your glass. Conversation remains mostly between the boys, you taking no initiative to join in unless directly addressed, too busy trying to keep your composure to be actively social.

You feel him coming before anything else, some sort of sixth sense you’ve acquired over the years that announces his presence before he does. Your head is the first to turn before six others follow and all eyes are on Jungkook who is no longer on the other side of the room but merely a few steps away, coming straight to the group with his date latched onto his arm.

He comes up next to you, to squeeze into the circle of his friends and a rush of panic surges through your veins, your body acting on its own as you not so subtly step aside. Seeing the way you cower away, your confidence wavering, Jimin wraps an arm around your waist to ground you and you’re able to come back to your senses without drawing any more attention to yourself. Gratefully, you smile up at Jimin and tuck yourself into his side, feeling a lot more comfortable even though it’s someone else’s warmth you want to be wrapped up in.

Jungkook spares only a glance in your direction before turning back to face his friends, clearing his throat to draw attention to himself, as if everyone wasn’t already staring at him.

“I’d like to introduce you all to my date, Jiwoo,” he announces. “Jiwoo, these are my friends, Yoongi, Hoseok, Taehyung, Namjoon, Seokjin, Jimin, and-”

You stiffen when he gets to you, hyper aware of all the eyes boring into your skin.

“Y/N, right?” she cuts in, giving you a friendly smile.

You want to hate her, but you have no valid reason to; it’s not her fault that Jungkook is a complete jackass, and with a smile as innocent as hers, it’s hard not to smile back.

The polite amount of ‘nice to meet you’s and hand shaking finds it way around the circle until the boys are engaging in conversation once again. Jiwoo‘s instinct is to turn to you, your face being the most familiar of the group although you’ve only met an hour earlier.

“Are you and Jimin together? she asks with genuine curiosity and the way Jungkook’s stare focuses on the hand around your waist, you almost feel guilty, as if being here in Jimin’s embrace is wrong. But you convince yourself otherwise because Jimin is your friend and right now he’s being nothing more than a support system; and it’s not like you’re cheating on your boyfriend because that relationship seized to exist three weeks ago when he broke your heart and is now standing in front of you with a date of his own.

“Unfortunately no, but any man would be lucky to have a girlfriend as beautiful as her,” Jimin replies in your stead. Each of his words are directed to Jungkook, sharp as darts as Jungkook clenches his jaw ever so slightly, indicating that Jimin has hit the target right in the bullseye.

“Oh,” Jiwoo says, clearly surprised, not getting the answer she expected, “well you two look good together.”

You’re not sure what Jungkook was hoping to accomplish bringing this girl over here, but whatever it is, it’s clear it has backfired in the way he shifts uncomfortably on his feet, his tongue lodged in his cheek as his eyes keep gravitating to the place where Jimin’s hand rests on your waist.

“Aren’t they cute?” she asks Jungkook, and you think you’re starting to like her and the way her every word so naively pushes Jungkook closer to the edge.

“I’d expect Y/N to have better taste in men,” Jungkook bites, his tone nothing but hostile as he stares at Jimin as if he’s strangling him in his mind.

“I agree,” Jimin says, this becoming a stand off. “Y/N has terrible taste in men.”

Jimin’s response is a jab at Jungkook, but you can’t pay any attention to it because this is the first time Jungkook has said your name in almost a month and it sounds so much better than you remember, as sweet as honey in the way it drips off his tongue, asking to be eaten up by your lips.

It takes everything in you not to run up to Jungkook, stop this useless argument with a kiss you know he won’t reject, but before you can act on your instinct, Hoseok and Namjoon are coming between Jungkook and Jimin, stopping the banter before it escalates into a full-fledged fight, and in turn saving you from doing something you’ll regret.

With a disapproving shake of your head, you turn on your heel to walk away, only to have your name called out by the voice you’ve been yearning to hear. You stop in your tracks and Jungkook makes a move to step closer, reaching out to you in a way that’s so natural to him that he’s taken aback when Hoseok and Namjoon interject, acting as a wall between you and Jungkook.

Anger flares in his eyes at the protective nature all the boys have developed around you and him, feeling offended that they would even think you need protecting from him of all people.

“I’d like to speak to you alone,” he says looking at you, “if your bodyguards-” he practically hisses the word with his attention flashing to Namjoon and Hoseok for a moment, “-would allow me.”

The two look at you, waiting for assurance that they get from a small nod of your head, before they move aside and Jungkook is clear to follow you out.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook demands once you’re alone. You’re hardly out of the party when he begins to speak, following closely behind you as you find quiet in a hallway that leads to the restrooms.

“Me?” you ask, whipping around to face him, slightly offended. “What are you doing?” you bite back.

“I’m not doing anything, Ms. Flirts-With-Her-Boyfriend’s-Friends.”

It’s too late by time he notices his slip up, the word ‘boyfriend’ hanging in the air without the recent ‘ex’ attached to the beginning as it has been for the past 3 weeks.

“You’re not my boyfriend,” you speak no louder than a whisper, your face hard as you stare into the distance, unable to bear looking him in the eyes.

There’s only a moment of silence between you and him, the muted music nothing more than white noise as the tension so thick feels like it’s stuck in your throat, suffocating you until you can’t breathe anymore. When Jungkook’s next words cut through it, it’s jagged and sharp, painful as it forces its way through the two of you.

“Do you want to know why I like her?” he asks, with an expression that says he genuinely believes this is the right way to direct the conversation.

“Honestly, no.” You answer truthfully, and you can’t believe you’re standing here having this conversation with him, because why in the world would you want to hear the man (you don’t want to admit) you’re in love with, profess his love for another woman?

“She reminds me of you.”

Silence. He’s waiting for you to respond, trying to read your expression that goes through a range of emotions before settling on a mask that you hope seems indifferent. The first is anger – angry that he has the audacity to come here and even say these things to you. Next is confusion, why is that his reason for dating her? Your confusion quickly transitions to sadness, your heart feeling for him that he’s so hurt he has to look for you, and what you and he had in someone else. But finally, you realize it’s no longer your concern, he’s the one who ended it, you shouldn’t have to worry about him when you have yourself to worry about.

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” you say, your face stoic and uncaring. But the truth is you can’t talk about this anymore. No matter how nonchalant you may look, your heart is hurting, for yourself, for him, and for what you two used to be. Your throat burns trying to hold down the sobs that threaten to rack your body and you don’t know how much longer you can stand here pretending like everything is fine.

“Y/N, please,” he desperately begs, his voice reflecting the hurt that is etched onto his every feature. But it’s too late, you’re already turning on your heel and beelining it to the ladies’ room, leaving him behind to crumble on his own as he once did to you.

By time you slam the door behind you, the tears are already pouring and your legs can hardly hold you up. You stumble to the sinks, planting your hands on the counter to stable yourself, the cold surface feeling refreshing against your hot skin. One look in the mirror and you let the sobs take over your body, crumbling to the floor with the weight of your guilt and sadness pushing you down. You look pathetic, you knew that much, make up already streaming down your cheeks when you saw yourself in the mirror and now crouched down on the bathroom floor with your face buried in your hands; it isn’t a good look on you.

It doesn’t take much for you to come back to your senses, suddenly becoming hyperaware of where you are and what you’re doing, as if you’re a child throwing a tantrum in public because your mommy won’t buy you ice cream. You can hear the clicking of heels coming down the hall and you pull yourself up, wobbling into a stall with the tears already drying on your cheeks. A few more sniffles and you wipe your nose clean with more toilet paper than necessary, going silent before you hear the door open and the click clack echo into the stall next to you. With the sound of a flush and the tap being turned off, you open the stall door to let yourself out of hiding, standing in the middle of the bathroom, more alone than you have ever felt before.

You take a good look at yourself, what are you doing? Standing in a bathroom crying over the past when there’s a magnificent party going on right outside the door. You look stunning, save for the mess that its your face, but your hair is still in place, dress falling beautifully over the shape of your body. Who were you kidding? This isn’t you. You aren’t some high end, champagne-drinking, beauty queen socialite. This isn’t your scene, it never was. You came here for one reason and now that that reason has completely shattered you to pieces once again, it’s time to call it a night, admit to yourself that your best friend was right about coming here and seeing him. It was self sabotage from the very beginning, knowing very well that this wouldn’t have and could never have worked out in your favour.

You’re just about finished putting on your face once again, your mascara back on your lashes and no longer smeared down your cheeks, when you hear the door open. Not making much of it, you continue what you’re doing, not paying any attention to the party guest who just entered the small space.

“Y/N,” the voice is quiet and shy when it comes from behind you.

You look up in the mirror to see Jiwoo’s reflection staring at you; her twiddling thumbs and timid gaze tells you she’s intimidated to be standing here with you and her eyes don’t stay locked on yours for long. Putting the cap back on your lipstick, you turn to face her, your most pleasant fake smile plastered across your face as if you didn’t just have a complete breakdown on the bathroom floor.

“What’s up?” you casually greet, keeping it short to avoid the inevitable cracking of your voice that comes hand in hand with the emotions lodged in your throat, threatening to resurface at any given moment.

“You and Jungkook… you’re not just acquaintances, are you?” The way she carefully asks her question, it’s obvious she already knows the answer.

“Who told you?” you ask in response, filing through the boys in your mind to figure out which of the group would be the most likely to let on your not so quiet past with Jungkook.

“No one,” she says to your surprise and before you can ask how she knows, she’s answering your question. “He’s drunk, Y/N, and he said he won’t listen to anyone but you.”

Your heart sinks at that, Jungkook knows his limit and rarely does he go over it, but that’s no longer your concern. “I’m sorry to hear that, someone should call his driver.” Your response sounds harsh even to your own ears and you repress the guilt that has you wanting to take back your words, to run outside and find Jungkook, to comfort him and bring him home with you.

“But-” is all Jiwoo can get out before you cut her off.

“I really have to get going,” you say, tucking your clutch under your arm and walking around her to exit the bathroom.

Your escape doesn’t go as planned; in your head it was rather simple, you would disappear into the crowd and slip out the door without anyone noticing, home free as you hail a cab. There was just one teensy flaw: Park Jimin. He’s like a hawk, circling around until he finds his target, narrowing in on you before you can even glance in the direction of the door.

“Y/N.” There’s urgency in his voice as he reaches out to grab your arm. “I’ve been looking all over for you, Jungkook is out of control.”

You have to physically remove his hand from your arm when you stop in your tracks. “I heard, and I’m sorry, but that’s really none of my concern.”

“Y/N, you don’t mean that,” he tries to push, but it’s obvious you’re not having any of it. “Fine. Don’t do it for him, do it for me. There are business deals on the line and I don’t need word getting out that my charity ball turned into some drunken fiasco.”

He has talked you into a corner, it’s a solid argument and yeah, maybe you can find a loop hole if you really tried, but he’s giving you an out, a reason to be next to Jungkook and hold onto him the way you so wishfully spent the evening yearning for, no judgement from those around you for going back on your word of staring clear of him and no guilt in the pit of your stomach for doing exactly what you told yourself you wouldn’t. Taking a steadying breath, your response of ‘fine’ hardly has the chance to slip off your tongue and into conversation before Jimin is grabbing your hand and leading the way.

When they said Jungkook was out of control, they weren’t exaggerating. Leaving the dimly lit ballroom, it doesn’t take much to pin point Jungkook on the other side of the hotel lobby; it’s him against four security guards, struggling to unlatch himself from the men who have him pinned to the couch as he makes a fuss, cursing at them to let him go while threatening to have them fired from their jobs. Yoongi and Namjoon stand alongside the commotion, sighs of relief leaving their lips when they spot you and Jimin across the room and Jungkook’s attention is redirected to you as you approach the scene.

“Y/N!” Jungkook calls out, bolting out from his seat and almost knocking over the four men that hold him back. They struggle to contain him, their strength incomparable to his, and if he weren’t outnumbered, he would’ve plowed through them by now.

“It’s okay,” you say to one of the men, giving them the okay to let him go.

The security guard looks over at where Namjoon and Yoongi stand watching over the scene and a nod from Namjoon has their grip loosening on Jungkook’s arms, allowing him to break free of their restrictive hold.

The sheer force that he comes plummeting forward almost knocks you off your feet and his body slams into yours, his arms keeping you upright as they immediately wind around you.

“Y/N,” he calls out once more, the sound muffled by your hair that he nuzzles his face into. He’s blubbering words that you can’t quite make out and you’re pretty sure he’s at the overemotional stage of drunkenness, practically sobbing into where he has buried his face.

There’s hesitance in your every movement, unsure of your actions as you raise your arms that have just been hanging limply at your sides, to wrap them around his waist. You’re unsure how to feel, conflicted with all the emotions spinning in your head. The longing to hold him has been unbearable the past month, but just moments ago you decided that it’s time to get over him once and for all.

He feels exactly as you remember, his waist slim and shoulders broad, making you feel so small with his body wrapped around yours. He smells like the cologne you were so fond of, bringing you back to the days where you could spend all day just in his arms. It feels right – like home – no matter how many voices in your head tell you it’s wrong.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when Namjoon’s voice sounds from behind you.

“His driver is outside,” Namjoon says, continuing once you’ve unlatched yourself from Jungkook to face him. “Will you be okay getting him home?” And it’s not a question of your physical capabilities, but rather your emotional wellbeing.

“I’ll- we’ll be okay,” you say with a soft smile, reassuring him of all his underlying concerns.

“Would you like me to wait for you to come back down, Ms. Y/N?” Jungkook’s driver asks once the car has pulled into the parking garage of Jungkook’s building.

“There’s no need for that, I think I’ll stay with him awhile longer,” you say, brushing away the hair from the eyes of the sleeping boy on your lap.

A fond smile forms on his driver’s face and he gives you a small nod. “Very well then.”

“Jungkook, we’re home,” you coo softly, gently shaking awake the boy who looks so innocent and childlike, scrunching his nose and squirming away at the thought of leaving dreamland.

Once you get Jungkook upstairs, his couch is the furthest you can take him without crumbling at his dead weight in his drunken state. You lay him down carefully, trying your best not to just let him slip from your arms and end up on the floor. Once you’re sure he’s comfortable with a pillow tucked under his head, you stand from where you had been crouched down and attempt to turn away.

Before you register what’s happening, Jungkook’s arms wrap around your waist from behind, and he pulls you back so you fall onto the couch, seated on the edge with your back pressing against him.

“Y/N, don’t go, don’t leave me,” he says almost in a whimper, his tone still drunk but sounding desperate.

You shift on the couch so you’re facing him, looking down at him and the way his eyebrows furrow and lips pout. He curls his body closer to you and continues to mumble soft pleas until you hush him, petting his hair as you coo him to sleep. “Shhhh, don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

Morning comes around with Jungkook still on the couch, feeling detached and alone when he opens his eyes and sees no sign of you. I knew it was too good to be true, he thinks to himself, forcing himself to sit up even though every gravitational pull on the planet tries to keep him down. His head spins and he can’t tell if the shitty feeling that has his stomach upside down is a result of the alcohol or because part of him actually believed you might have stayed by his side.

Jungkook sits with his head hanging, feeling sorry for himself and for the mess he’s made of his life when he hears the familiar beeping of the keypad on his front door, followed by a brief chime and the sound of the lock opening. He can hear the door open and his heart thumps so hard it’s lodged in his throat, because the only other person who knows his passcode is –

“Oh, you’re awake,” you remark once you enter the living room, kicking off a pair of slippers that are far too big for you.

“Y/N,” he barely manages to breathe out. If he thought you looked stunning last night, the way you look in an oversized sweater that he recognizes as his own with your hair pulled up in a ponytail, is immeasurable in comparison.

“I just stepped out to grab some coffee and carbs for your hangover,” you say casually, holding up the cardboard tray that holds two americanos and a bag of delicacies from the café across the street.

You cross the space to place them down on the small table and although you seem nonchalant, and even maybe cheerful, on the inside you feel like your ribs are closing in, squeezing your lungs so tight they might collapse, suffocating you from the inside out.

“I thought you left,” Jungkook quietly let’s out, not making eye contact with you when you take a seat on the couch. He nervously plays with the cuff of his shirt, still dressed in last night’s attire.

“Of course I didn’t leave, silly.” You try to lighten the mood, but to no avail because Jungkook doesn’t even glance in your direction, doing the most to avoid your gaze.

It’s painful sitting here with him, neither of you know what to do; what are you supposed to do in a situation like this? It stays silent for awhile and you don’t even move in fear of disturbing the still air that threatens to stifle you.

“I miss you.” He doesn’t move, doesn’t look at you to gage your reaction, and if it wasn’t for everything that happened last night you’d think it’s just your imagination, making up the words that you want to hear.

“I miss you too.” Your voice is no louder than a whisper.

“You do?” Jungkook asks quietly, finally turning to face you. He sounds genuinely surprised and it hurts your heart that for even a moment he doubted that you still love him.

“I do.”

“But everything you said last night,” he replies, not needing to say anymore. Your mind flashes back to that horrible scene in the bathroom hallway, how coldly you treated him when you turned on your heel and walked away.

“I was just trying to protect myself,” you tell him honestly.

“Do you think we could give this another try? Give us another try?”

You don’t miss the desperation that flashes across his eyes, and you want to say yes, you want to stop him from hurting, but your own suffering makes you hesitate. “How do I know it’ll work out this time?” you ask, sounding out your thoughts so he’s not sitting here in agony wondering what’s going through your mind. “How do I know you won’t just walk away again?” It hurts you to say it, to even think it, remembering how it felt just weeks ago when the relationship hit a rough patch and he packed up and left.

“The day I left you was the day I made the biggest mistake of my life, and I’ve regretted it every minute since.” His words are sincere, holding the truth you’ve hoped to hear since that dreadful day. “I knew I was wrong Y/N, trust me, I knew. From the moment the words left my mouth, I knew I made a mistake. But I didn’t know how to take it back. I was a coward, I was scared to face you after everything I put you through.” He pauses just for a moment, remembering to breathe. He reaches for your hand and you don’t pull away when he takes it in his. “I can’t lose you again, please, just consider it.”

“Jungkook, I – ” But you fall silent, unsure of what to say, your mind too much of a muddled mess to form a coherent response.

“I know it’s scary, Y/N, but you just have to trust me.”

“I… I don’t know if I can,” you barely manage to squeak and tears spill over at the sheer amount of emotions you’re feeling all at once.

“Then let’s not get back together,” Jungkook says, and his words feel like a quick jab to your heart. He brings a hand up to your cheek and rests his palm on the skin that’s flushed red. The pad of his thumb wipes away the tears and he lifts your face to meet your gaze. “Let’s start over.”

“From the very beginning?” you ask, your voice hardly audible.

“From the very beginning.”

“Okay.”

He smiles at you that heart stopping smile that has you automatically smiling shyly back.

His hand leaves your cheek and instead he stretches it out to you. “Hi, I’m Jungkook, it’s nice to meet you.”

Taking his hand, you can’t help but laugh at his quirkiness, already feeling the butterflies that have been tangled up in your tummy break free of their cocoons.

#jungkook x reader #jeongguk x reader #bts scenarios #jungkook scenarios #jeongguk scenarios #*hollers* hellllllllllllllllllllllooooooooooooooooooooo i've actually finished a fic for once!!!#this was inspired by charlie puth's attention #i started writing it a year ago #a year ago!!!!#tbh i was gonna make the ending all angsty but my soft heart couldn't handle it #also kim jiwoo is chuu from loona if anyone wasnt sure!#okay that is all!!#also im seeing bts in what like 17 days??? so stay tuned for that #22

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jan, march, sept + one of your choice, love. have a great day, u icon

thank u kyra i adore u

january: what was the first fic you posted this year?

the first fic i posted this year TECHNICALLY was the epilogue of a different path. the first standalone was chewbacca (aka my introduction to the jily world once again and i have such a soft spot for it)

march: do you listen to music whilst writing?

yes! pretty much always; if it’s not music, it’s a TV show.

september: share a comment or review which still warms your heart?

quite literally anything you’ve left on any of my fics BUT there are a few that i hold dear to my heart. i’ll post them under the cut cause they are LONG :’)

ancient: the first fic you ever posted online?

hahahaaaaaaa. it was my own version of rick riordan’s the son of neptune before the actual book was published. it was on ff.net, and the first chapter got 7 reviews, and i felt so good about myself after that lmfao. who knew i’d still be writing 8 years later?

ask me questions!

OKAY so i have 3 top favorites:

from a different path:

okay so i had seen this in someone else’s bookmarks the other day, thought it was an interesting concept—especially since i too love slytherin!percy and strongly subscribe to ofswordsandpens’ headcanons about it—but didn’t give it another thought until i was listening to a video about the cursed child and went: wait, there’s a percabeth hogwarts au that i saw somewhere. and immediately i hunted this down and i’m just in awe? i tore through it. belatedly, i realized that i made a mistake: i didn’t write down my thoughts as i was reading, which is definitely a disservice to you. however, here are a generalized list of things that i loved.

first of all, with hogwarts au’s, there are three main aspects that i look for: plot, characterization, and quality of writing. normally, fics of this size lack one or more of these key factors, but i was astonished to find that the plot is tremendously tight and intriguing (my lip bled from biting it so much because i’ve been stressed to the max), you write these characters with such distinct voices i can easily picture them saying everything—except, of course, now in a little british accent—and your writing flows so well, it feels almost like i’m reading an actual harry potter book, just with percy and co. you also do a masterful job of weaving together aspects of the pjo universe with the established canon of hp.

and there are so many specific things that i love. primarily, the way you write the relationships in this story; not just concerning percabeth (though i will get to that in a minute), but also with each of the interactions between all of the characters. i applaud you for how you handled luke/annabeth and rachel/percy, and the friendship among them all is just incredibly well done. i especially love how well you wrote connor and zoë and just, a lot of characters that i don’t often think about when i think of pjo. grover and percy’s friendship especially is heartbreaking, i just. he’s so protective because he loves his friends and holy fuck i also love how you wrote grover in this. but i just adored how you wrote annabeth/percy—the love between them, both platonic in its early stages and the romantic all throughout, was doubly apparent. i ached when they kissed each other’s cheeks, and i inwardly cheered when she kissed him in the locker room. there was just such a natural progression, to me, of their relationship. and man did i dig it. i’m excited (and maybe a little scared) to see where you take their relationship in the future.

boy, this is getting long. sorry. but some more just little quick things: loved the b99 reference, with both of their competitive natures playing out in a similar way to jake and amy’s. i kind of want to go back and see if i can find any other references that i missed because i was just too engaged in the story to catch them. also, zoë’s death killed me all over again, thanks for that. i like how you’re working the kronos plot in, and i can’t wait to see how the Final Battle plays out. what else? oh! professor hestia? beautiful. eventual maybe professor percy? outstanding. percy kissing the top of annabeth’s head? breathtaking. rachel being a quidditch commentator? earth shattering. (truly i cackled when i saw that.) mrs. o’leary being a cat? incredible. how you incorporated percy’s water powers? stunning.

ooh, this exchange was beautiful and had me cackling it was so in-character:

“None of us are dying.” Connor clarifies. “Not you, not me, not Annie, not the rest of us.”

“I might have to dispute that.” Annabeth says, from Percy’s other side. “Call me ‘Annie’ one more time, Stoll, and I’ll kill you myself.”

Connor only grins at her. “Sorry, love. No more ‘Annie’. Can I call you Beth?”

“No.”

“Anna?”

“No.”

okay, so i just finished chapter nine and i am blown away. sorry for how long this comment was, but a fic of this magnitude truly warrants it. i can’t wait to see what happens next.

i leave you with just two words: “holy shit.”

from a different path:

god, oh my god, am i the only dumb bitch who didn’t get what the prophecy was??

anyway, i stumbled on this fic last year, patiently waiting for its completion, and now that i’ve rediscovered it, i’m so glad i finished it all in one go! i couldn’t imagine the tension of waiting for the next chapter, especially since the tension is so well-crafted!! i hardly noticed the tonal shift even as the story got darker and darker as it led up to the war, and in that way i was reminded of how extremely similar it felt to reading the hp books for the first time! you nailed percy very well i might say, and the awkward-yet-caring relationship he has with his dad. i daresay you gave connor and zoe more characterization than rick riordan himself, and the percabeth you wrote is perfect to the nth degree. i appreciate that you didnt bother with all the love triangle and unrequited feelings nonsense as well.

but i have to say, even as i cried at sally and paul’s wedding, or at dionysus’ quiet mourning for castor, what really struck with me most was the way you handled silena. for that, i have no words. that was a job extremely well done. thank you so much for blessing us with this fic.

from chewbacca (a comment from u!):

A girl in a bright yellow hooded raincoat stumbles into the cafe on one of the slowest nights James has ever seen. Her coat is dripping all over the floor he’d just cleaned (but it’s fine) and when he leans over the counter he sees that her boots match the coat.

First of all!!! Thats the best opening line in the world and nobody can convince me otherwise. I want to become a publisher just so that if you ever write a book, I’d be able to publish it. ( like omg, what an honor??? )

She looks like sunshine, standing there with the amount of yellow in her wardrobe. Briefly, James wonders if that’s her favorite color. It’s got to be.

Im going to quote this whole fic but I really love these lines? Like, you have this distinct style of writiting that I aim to acheive and you’re literally such a rolemodel!!! These are my favorite kind of fics to read. Funny story but I was going through a ‘no thanks Jily’ mood ( a horror, i know !! ) but your fics are just,,,,exceptions? You could write about trash and I’d love it and ask for you to sign me up.

“Say it again, but convincingly this time.”

ooof this dialogue??? let me breathe

This is the longest he’s stood still since he started working. It’s actually a miracle.

and the funniest person award goes to YOU. also, the most talented and cutest but thats neither here nor there.

james taking care of fleamont, switching off the lights gives me just a nice and realistic vibe? its so simple but i love how you added it.

honestly at this point, ive been sucked again by the fanfic. it feels less like a fic and more like a masterpiece that belongs in a museum but anyway.

“James is supposed to be helping.

James is on his phone.”

ugh i love ur mind. im rereading and its so nice and lovely. even if its like 1am and im exhausted, this fic is sustaining me.

“Do it off the clock, would you?”

PEAK HUMOR

have i mentioned how much i love that scene with euphemia? she seems like such a lovely mom. i love ur euphemia the most. and ahh, both of them just rushing to the hospital ? another 100% good scene.

“Euphemia smiles too, but looks at Fleamont rather than at her son. “Yes,” she says. “It really does.””

fic? or shakspeare? HMMM

A girl in a bright yellow hooded raincoat stumbles into the cafe on one of the slowest nights James has ever seen // “Get fucked.”

the fic!! has made a circle!!! i love how it begins and ends along the same lines. I really want to know how??? are you so talented im in love.

i just really love this fic, okay? i love how james is just the kindest, lily is allowed to have feelings, its just so soft and warm. and it makes someone feel loved, want love anyway.

the dynamic between the characters are just so real and great and im astounded, in short.

your sirius is everything. so many fics potray him as a dick??? which is first of all #rude and also, not at all true. you made me love these characters even more so i sincerely hope you never stop writing.

you’re such a beautiful writer and the way you string words together is just poetic and gorgeous and all the other good adjectives you can think of. i read your spiderman x reader too and i was a goner for you. EVERYTHING YOU WRITE IS SO GOOD. i read it so long ago but i can vividly remember peter whipping the mask off and she just going wtf stop on the window ledge. what im trying to say is that you leave this lasting impression on people that make them remember random scenes and words / prose long after they’ve read it which is a remarkable feat, i believe.

and im so sorry im not on tumblr rn bc i cannot keep recing this fic but i have told my friends about your writing and they loved it too. you’ve got like a million fans. when i do get back from my hiatus, im going to keep recing your fics and people will cry because their universe will shift thanks to the newfound joy of your presence in their life.

lastly, im more of a dog person and that, more than anything, should tell you how much i love this fic. i love u. and basee on your writing, i want to hug you, be your best friend and make you cookies bc again

WOW

#thelaziestgeek #answers #friends!#<3

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eggymovies · 5 years

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2018-A Year In Review

I sat down and watched a movie 206 times this year. Of those, 118 were in a movie theater. I’ll spare you the long essay about what movies mean to me and why I go to the theater. Simply put, I love it. I thought I might suffer from fatigue this year as I committed to my goal of seeing 100 movies in theaters and 200 total including movies viewed at home. I didn’t at all. I’m still as excited for my next trip to the theater as I was a year ago. Thanks to anyone who recommended a movie, or talked to me about a movie, or went to the movies with me this year.

My top 20 is listed below, with some notes and photos, getting more detailed from 15-11 and again from 10-1. This list has changed constantly, even today as I added the final touches. It will change again, but the top 10 feels fairly secure. I loved so many more movies than just 20 this year. I’ll share a full list of everything I saw soon, but for now, here are my 20 favorite movies I saw in a theater in 2018.

20. Hereditary (Ari Aster)

19. Can You Ever Forgive Me? (Marielle Heller)

18. Set It Up (Claire Scanlon)

17. Suspiria (Luca Guadagnino)

16. Free Solo (Jimmy Chin, Elizabeth Chai Vasarhelyi)

15. Spider-Man: Into The Spiderverse (Peter Ramsey, Robert Persichetti Jr., Rodney Rothman)

The cure for the common comic-book movie, which seems counterintuitive when praising as the first major-studio comic book movie to properly utilize the medium it’s adapted from. Refreshing, rich, diverse characters in a fun, tightly written and brilliantly voice acted 120 minute film that feels like 80.

14. A Star Is Born (Bradley Cooper)

Hollywood myth-making and storytelling bordering on parody, but so self assured it succeeds. That the audience believes and cares about Brad Cooper as a 2018 country-esque rock star getting drunk at a drag bar and discovering/falling in love with a Gaga-esque star played by Lady Gaga is a miracle. Except it’s not. It was by design. Cooper’s design.

13. The Favourite (Yorgos Lanthimos)

A three-headed monster of devilish humor and deceptive charm. Olivia Colman should (and probably will) win an Oscar to match her academy-award winning costars who are equally brilliant. Rachel Weisz is equally brilliant. Also, it’s hard to be a massive movie star AND a generational acting talent, Emma Stone is somehow both, with ease, and she’s just getting started.

12. Paddington 2 (Paul King)

The antidote to whatever ailed you in 2018. A monstrously charming and disarming delight. Just too damn enjoyable and uplifting to not include here. Hugh Grant and Brendan Gleeson are shockingly committed in what could have otherwise been mailed-in performances for a quick paycheck. You’ll fall in love, I assure you.

11. Black Panther (Ryan Coogler)

“I’m just feelin’ it”-Erik Killmonger

TOP 10

10. Burning (Lee Chang-dong)

Lee Chang-dong adapted an 11-page Murakami story into a 2 1/2 hour movie, creating a world and character view point so lived in and fully realized that the mystery taking shape at the center requires no flash or flare to thrill. And good lord does it thrill. I suspect this will move higher with a second viewing. Steven Yeun has received worthy praise, but Yoo Ah-in gives this movie it’s point of view and captures the mystery and tension building throughout.

9. Support the Girls (Andrew Bujlaski)

One of the most heartfelt, empathetic, funny, and purely pleasurable movies I saw all year. An “everything that can go wrong will go wrong” day in the life of the manger at Double Whammies, a Hooters-esque sports bar. Regina Hall is stunning in one of the year’s best performances by far. Haley Lu Richardson has as much (or more) charisma than any actor currently working. More of both, please.

8. The Ballad Of Buster Scruggs (Joel & Ethan Coen)

I have many thoughts and feelings about the Netflix distribution model but being able to watch The Coen Brothers, an anthology of death set in the American West, 3+ times since it was released only two months ago has been a treat. Each chapter is so darkly funny and sharply written that I fail to keep a consistent ranking of all six in my mind, though “All Gold Canyon” and “The Mortal Remains” are usually around the top. The latter has some of the best dialogue the Coen’s have scripted, which is impressive considering their filmography. Watch it now. Watch it whenever!

7. Lean On Pete (Andrew Haigh)

A gorgeously written film about determination as a result of, and in an attempt to avoid, one’s grief. Slow and controlled, with a deeply moving conclusion that has not left me. Charlie Plummer is wonderful, and Sevigny+Buscemi disappear into their roles with such ease.

6. Beast (Michael Pearce)

When I walked out of Beast I tweeted: “Watching BEAST felt like holding a stick of dynamite, lighting the fuse and being so mesmerized by the spark, you forget it’s going to explode... until it finally does.” Haven’t thought much about the film since, but sometimes it’s just about the thrill of the moment, which this movie gave me.

5. Mission: Impossible - Fallout (Christopher McQuarrie)

A masterclass in movie entertainment so absurdly enjoyable that, during my SECOND viewing, I consistently laughed out loud from sheer surprise at how genuinely thrilled I was. McQuarrie and Cruise’s prime objective is to entertain, and though the latter may legitimately die trying, they continue to achieve their goal in breathtaking fashion. Between Edge of Tomorrow (written by McQuarrie), and MI:5 (Written and Directed by McQuarrie) these two are on a tear and I hope they never stop.

4. First Reformed (Paul Schrader)

Delicate and destructive. A deliberate and direct story about the damaging physical and emotional violence humans inflict on each other, themselves and the world in acts of self-preservation. How can we fix the damage we have done? Is there a god, and will he forgive us? Can we forgive each other? Ourselves? This movie sits with me every single day, and I can’t shake it. Ethan Hawke is transcendent.

3. Roma (Alfonso Cuarón)

Astonishingly gorgeous portrait of one year in the life of an upper-middle class Mexican family, told through the eyes of their nanny; a micro story told with macro sensibilities and massive scale. Equal turns heartbreaking and life-affirming. Cuarón (who was his own cinematographer) imbues each frame with more beauty than most movies accomplish in their full run time.

2. Minding The Gap (Bing Liu)

I’m still struggling with how to talk about Minding the Gap, a film about young men, skateboarding, generational cycles of abuse, and trying to grow up and survive in a dying suburban America. That may sound lofty and overly ambitious, but Bing Liu’s honesty, empathy, and vulnerability as a filmmaker and subject make this one of the most moving and surprising films I’ve seen in years. Watch it on Hulu right now.

1. First Man (Damien Chazelle)

Stories about space, especially the moon, have always made me emotional. They fill me with as much wonder as they do dread, simultaneously evoking connection and isolation in extremes. Damien Chazelle’s focus in this film is on the man, not the mission. We all know what Armstrong said when he touched down and I can’t stop thinking about that in relation to this movie. The moon landing was a collective achievement, a crescendo, witnessed by the entire world, marking the culmination of technological advancements and evolution millions of years in the making. Neil Armstrong was a hero, an avatar for the entire human race, but what he experienced was solitary. He was alone in that moment, and perhaps long before. This movie is the story of someone so sad and desperate for a moment of peace and quiet that he risks his life and goes to the moon for it. I wept openly with mouth agape for 20 minutes at the end. This movie will eventually be realized as the masterpiece it is. Chazelle is special, and the Justin Hurwitz score is incredible. I'll be watching this movie for the rest of my life.

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insfiringyou · 6 years

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Most beautiful of BTS - by admin N

{This is just a subjective list of the things about each BTS member that we find really unique or attractive. Of course there are multiple things we love about them but these are just our favourite parts of them. Feel free to make your own list! They’re in no particular order.}

Our full masterlist can be found here

Kim Seokjin

His smile is literal sunshine. You cannot be around a smiling Jin and not crack one yourself. The way his eyes and nose crinkle, especially during a windshield laugh, is so unique within the group. I wish I could kiss every single little crease and wrinkle. Honorable mention to his big round eyes and broad shoulders which would always make you feel super secure if you were to cuddle up with him, though you know he’d be scared of his own shadow.

Park Jimin

Jimin has a stunning profile. It is hard to describe just one aspect of it that makes me feel weak at the knees, so I have to mention it as a whole. From his pointy chin and sharp jawline, to his plump lips and small nose... all of it is absolutely angelic. His features are quite flat in comparison to some of the other members, but still extremely soft and delicate. I just wanna run my fingers along the underside of his jaw and kiss his adam’s apple, or is that just me? Honorable mention goes more specifically to his hooded eyes which make him look super dreamy and sleepy.

I want to feel this boy’s lips on me. They’re so plump, I can’t even. Namjoon would have the softest kisses ever that you would melt into, I imagine they’d be super soft aswell, and it’d make you smile when you feel him grin against your lips. Honorable mention goes to his adorable dimples..

Now I can’t bring up V and not mention his beautiful brow/forehead in any conversation, ever. It is so deep and defined for an asian man which is rarely seen in the extent of Taehyung’s. It makes his look so much more intense and sexy, like you know if you ever made eye contact with this gorgeous man, you’d just lose your fucking mind. Honorable mention to Taehyung’s long eyelashes, which are so thick and lucious idekhowhedoesit.

Jeon Jungkook

I can’t resist those big, brown sparkly eyes. How the heck are they so shiny, seriously. I could stare into them all day. Honorable mention to his biteable thighs.

J-hope

Hoseok’s body is just too damn divine. I wanna grab every little spot of flesh on his body and just nibble him. He’s in shape, but his muscle is so subtle and well-balance with his body fat that it just makes him look so soft and edible. He’s almost feminine, but it’s absolutely breathtaking and sexy. Out of everyone’s figure in BTS, Hoseok’s is definitely the most beautiful and would make me extremely happy ;) Honorable mention to his nose, which is so slim and points upwards- traditionaly unattractive but I find it completely gorgeous.

Suga

The notion of Suga’s hands on my body does very strange things to me. They are so unique in their own way, both exquisitely delicate and pale like a victorian doll ,yet every little tendon and protrusion fuels my lady boner and makes me wanna feel those long digits all over my body. You know that his touch would be super light, but would make your skin prickle as he moved his fingers over you exposed flesh. Honorable mention goes to those beautiful cheekbones which are always prominent and cast the most intricate shadows in photoshoots.

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An Unexpected Muse - Feysand

Summary: Based on prompt from @sjmaasandallthesass : Feysand in a modern AU where Feyre and Rhysand always see each other in this cafe they like but never speak to each other, and he likes to sit and read or write while she loves to draw little sketches here and there. One day, she goes to the bathroom or whatever and he sees her sketchbook as he’s passing by and sees she’s been drawing him. You can choose the ending.

A/N: Hello, everyone! This prompt & fic is from when I reached 100 followers. Apologies for the long wait and if my writing isn’t up to par. (I wrote when I had writer’s block for something else, so my writing was kind of suffering I need my opinion.) Something to know: This fic is told in alternating point of views both in 1st person.

Word Count: 1,636

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I saw her frequently at The Sidra. The first time I spotted her, I nearly dropped my coffee. She was beautiful. I knew nothing about her but was instantly captivated. I figured she was an artist; the young woman was always drawing something in a sketchbook. She had golden-brown hair, blue-gray eyes, pale skin, and I even glimpsed a sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose.

Gorgeous.

I would love nothing more than to take her on a date, but that would be strange. We have never spoken and all I do from the moment she enters the café to when she leaves is covertly look at her whenever I can. Occasionally I caught her looking at me, so I have hope that something will happen between us.

Every night I wish to the stars for my dream to be answered so I can properly meet this stunning angel.

He’s easily the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Black hair, soft brown skin, gorgeous violet eyes. He’s always at the café, sitting at the table tucked away in the corner. Always reading. Sometimes looking at me.

When I first caught him looking at me, I couldn’t help the deep blush that bloomed. I promptly glared at him, turning back to my sketch, fighting the tug of my lips, fighting the smile. I was flattered, of course. He could be an Abercrombie model. And the perfect subject for my next drawing.

My grip tightened around the pencil I was holding. I hadn’t thought of anything new to draw in ages; usually I redrew old pieces of art, making them better using the skills I’d obtained through the years.

I glanced once more at the stranger but averted my gaze when I noticed he was still looking at me.

What did he see in me? What did he see that made him gaze at me with interest? As if I were his savior?

Weeks passed by with us continuing to dance around each other. It was obvious by now that she had an interest in me, and it was painfully obvious that I had an interest in her. So I decided to ask her out.

But I chickened out the first time I planned to.

Now I was going to try again.

The beautiful creature had gotten up to go to the restroom, and, due to my stalling, I wound up being late to meet Cassian and Azriel at the movies.

Tomorrow, I promised myself. If she is here tomorrow, then I will ask her out.

As I was leaving, I made sure to walk by her table in hopes of glimpsing whatever it is she was working on in her sketchbook before leaving the table. I knew I should ask first, but I was curious.

What I saw made stop dead in my tracks. She had been sketching a familiar young man. She did not need to add color to her art in order for me to recognize him; his features I knew so well were a giveaway.

She drew me.

I was so shocked by the realization that the breathtaking woman had paid enough attention to me for her sketch to be done so accurately that I hadn’t heard the approaching footsteps.

“Crap, this is mortifying.”

I spun around, coming face to face with the angel of my dreams.

“Uh, hi.” Immediately I scolded myself. Out of all the words in the English language I could have used, I chose ‘uh, hi’ ?

“Hey,” Her face was bright red, making her cute freckles stand out. “You probably think I’m some creep. I am so sorry. I should have asked if I could sketch you first. I mean I don’t even know you, it’s just that you are incredibly handsome and a perfect model! I just had this urge, y’know? Like, if I couldn’t capture you in my sketchbook, then what will I do? Aaaand I just realized that is even creepier, so I’ll just go, and —”

“No!” The word burst out of me, cutting off her ramble. “I mean, I don’t want you to go. I, uh, have actually been meaning to… get to know you. You’re interesting to me. Does that sound strange? Shit, it does, doesn’t it? I just mean that I felt a… connection — now that’s sappy and double weird. We aren’t in some Hollywood movie. But, I, um, was wondering if we could — and this probably seems bizarre to you — go on a date? Maybe. I don’t know why you would agree, but I would like to. So, uh, yeah.”

I looked down at my shoes, hoping she wouldn’t see the blush creeping up my cheeks to my ears. When the silence went on for much longer than I would’ve liked, I started praying for the floor to swallow me whole. There was no doubt in my mind that she was going to turn me down. I know I would if was in her position.

“Are you always this articulate? I got the impression you were some suave man.” I looked up to see her lips had curled into an amused smirk. “But… I suppose I could be persuaded into a date.” Then she laughed. And I would do anything — anything — to hear it for the rest of my laugh.

God, I have the inner monologue of a cliché romance!

“Trust me, I usually am suave. Just not around you apparently. Oh, I’m Rhysand by the way. My friends call me Rhys.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Rhys,” she held out her hand. “I’m Feyre.”

Cauldron, her hand is soft.

Shut up, Rhys.

“So, how can I persuade you to go out with me?”

Feyre laughed again, a full-bellied laugh. “I was kidding, Rhys! I’ve also been wanting to ask you out, and I totally got what you meant about the Hollywood movie connection feeling. Does Friday work? At… eight?”

“Yeah, that’s fine by me.” In all honesty, I would have said tonight, but that would be pushing it. I mean, I have no idea how much I already freaked Feyre out.

“Great! I need to leave, so can I get your number now?”

“Of course,” Hearing she had a place to be reminded me of my own plans. We swapped phones and put in our contact info.

“Sorry for keeping you from the… movies, I think? You have tons of texts from someone named Cassian.” Feyre added when I looked confused. I had completely ignored the buzzing in my pocket and the fact that I was extremely late.

“It’s alright. I much prefer your company over Cassian’s.”

“Well, it seems Cassian is desperate for your company, and I really do need to be going. See you Friday, Rhys!”

“Bye, Feyre.”

When I got to the movies, I tuned out Cassian’s questions — “Why the hell are you late?” and “What’s got you grinning like an idiot, Rhysie?” being the two constants —as well as the movie.

I couldn’t get Feyre out of my head.

“Feyre! I was wondering when you’d come!” Alis said.

“Sorry! I got held up! Where’s Lucien?” I looked around for my other close friend, but he was nowhere to be found in the park.

“He texted saying he was held up by something. He’ll be here in about thirty minutes.”

“Do you think he and Andras are having sex?” Lucien and Andras had moved in together recently, and they constantly took advantage of their newfound privacy.

“There’s no doubt in my mind!” Alis laughed. “But seriously, girl, what happened? I was ready to start searching for you when you weren’t at our table; you’re the most punctual person I know!”

“I have a good reason, I promise! You remember that handsome guy I mentioned a few times? The one frequently at the Sidra?”

“‘Mentioned a few times’? Fey, you gush about him for hours!”

“I don’t!” I protested. “Anyway, I’ve been sketching him and he saw it.” Alis gasped, her hands flying up to cover her mouth. “I know! It was beyond mortifying! I started rambling like I always do when I get nervous, but then he cut me off, asking me on a date!”

“No way!” Alis squealed, her horror morphing into joy.

“Yes way! And Rhysand — that’s his name — was so cute while asking; he was blushing and fumbling his words. You know how I find that endearing!”

“Nothing is more swoon worthy than a guy who gets all flustered!” Alis agreed.

“Right! Anyway, I agreed — obviously — so Friday night, guess who’s got a hot date?”

“That’s my girl!” Alis cheered. “I can’t wait to meet Rhys! Then, you guys will be engaged, have a lovely wedding where I will be the maid of honor, have kids, and grow old together!”

I smacked Alis’s arm. “Jeez, Alis, slow down! We haven’t even gone on our first date yet!” Though I had to admit that I wouldn’t mind if what she said came true.

“Alis! Feyre!” Lucien called out, jogging towards us. “Hey, guys!”

“Hello, Lucien. I’m surprised you are up and running. Andras didn’t tire you out?” Alis teased.

Lucien’s smirk was downright wicked. “He will when I go back home. I didn’t want to abandon you and Feyre.”

“Alis and I were having a grand time without you, Luc.” I said.

“Oh I see how it is. You two are cutting me out of the group.” He wiped away fake tears. “I’ll just leave now, I suppose. Since you two don’t want me. It’s alright, I’m used to it.”

We all laughed before Alis told Lucien how Rhys and I were going on a date, causing me to retell the story, this time with Alis’s input.

I left Velaris Park with a huge smile on my face, eager for my date with Rhys.

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