#CANT WAIT FOR THE SELECTION ON NETFLIX

[frostedpuffs]

Wait the Miraculous movie isn’t going to be in theaters in U.S like AT ALL?

(also I love ppu thank you for sharing that with the world!!)

nope, just on netflix :( it's only coming to theaters in a very few select countries (like france, Germany, and a few more that I cant remember off of the top of my head)

THANK YOU BTW!! <3 im happy you like ppu!!

[lollreagan]

KUROKO NO BASKET IS SO SLEPT ON BC IT’S A SPORTS ANIME

I. LOVE. THIS. SHOW. OMFG

okay so i’m not really all that into sports animes besides a select few because they start to feel really repetitive. i’ve watched free! iwatobi swim club and that’s about it. for some reason i was intrigued by this show and also because of the fact that i finished naruto and needed another show to watch on the plane ride home (it has to be on netflix so rip)

there’s actually so much backstory and you’re always trying to figure it out, the writers only let you in on piece by piece, which i like. you see how characters act toward each other and you’re left wondering if it’s because they have some kind of history.

i love the translation of the title of the show being “the basketball which kuroko plays:”

this show actually has good plot lines and i feel like 

okay tbh some points are unrealisitic, hella, but it’s an anime, so when has anything ever been realisitic. if that’s what i wanted, then i would just watch real basketball

i fucking love kuroko and kagami. oh my god. their relationship is so good. like i just love them so much. i want to wrap them up like a present and carry them around in my pocket. 

the generation of miracles. this is really good lore and backstory. i still want to know more about why kuroko ended up at a shitty school though. i just met the character aoimine and I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND HE’S SO GOOD! HE’S KAGAMI MEGA RIVAL!!! i cant wait to see kagami finally beat him later on. IT’S SO GOOD!

i can;t wait to watch the movies too bc the animation looks soooooo much better in the movies. 

lol as i’m writing this i’m only on episode 20 of season 1 but i’ve been in an anime slump since starting college so cut me some slack😭😭😭

[theforceawakens]

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Morale of a case continued again....

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Andy Barber had never eaten a woman out in the kitchen before and he suspected, apart from it wasnt going to be the last time, that he was going to eat her out in so much more places and vice versa. Never before had he felt so intoxicated with someone that he craved them all the time and he knew that he had never truly knew what true love felt like before he met her.

Of course his eyes strayed to her tight ass as she turned to the fridge to grab the beers and vodka. Thoughts of slowly sliding his hard cock deep inside her ass made him swallow down a needy moan. There he was again wanting her on so many levels, physically, emotionally and spiritually. Jesus he felt new to all this which was strange considering he had been married for ears. Maybe it was that, marriage then dating making it feel new. He had no idea, all he knew was they were madly inlove, he loved having her around, she made him a better man and he would never give her up.

The temptation to smack her ass as she walked up the stairs was hard to resist but he smirked to himself "I can see it now 'Avenger held hostage by local lawyer'" he chuckled as they reached the top step. All the dirty things flooding to his mind was definitely a sin taking him straight to Hell.

Licking his lips, he smiled as he watched her take her shoes off and climb into bed....his bed.....their bed. Growling softly, she looked so innocent and yet at the same time far from innocent. Did she realise how hard she was making him by just looking at her? Damn it, he could imagine them going shopping and thoughts of fucking her against the trolley would flood his mind. She had ruined him in the best possible way.

Loosening his tie, he leaned over and tied her red locks off her face with it, trying to hide his wicked smirk. Undoing his top button, he hummed as he sat infront of her, the tray dividing them but he knew that wouldnt be forever either.

"Thanks babe" he smiled as he took the beer, popping the lid off with one swift push of his thumb, placing the lid on the tray as he took a gulp of his beer. The crisp, cold liquid caressed down his throat as his eyes watched her drink the vodka. "Russian Approved?" He smirked as he took another gulp then placed the beer down and handed her her fork as he grinned at the omelette, taking a fork ful he tasted it and moaned in approval "fuck....this is delicious " and he meant it. He never thought an omelette would taste so good, his eyes trailed down her curves then back up at her eyes "darling, it wont just be me who needs the energy. Eat up, then we can watch....."

He grabbed the controller from the bedside and flicked through Netflix, chuckling at her remark "deal no work talk , no courtroom drama and no saving the world" winking at her, he quickly looked back at the screen, he couldnt care less what they watched in all honesty, he just loved her company and then he paused and looked at her as she spoke and smile genuinely lovingly. It was a big deal to invite her to stay over, especially in his room and bed. Nodding "you're part of my life, Tasha, I want you in all parts of mine and I love and trust you. Thank you for not being .....awkward about Laurie's stuff around still and being patient with me. You truly are a dream come true and ..." he reached out and cupped her cheek ".....I honestly cant wait for you and Jacob to torment me together, hes going to love having you in our lives, just as much as I do sweeetheart. Hes his fathers son".

Leaning in he kissed her lips then pressed the select button as a random film started playing "hmmm" he turned towards the title " pretty woman. I have the best one right here"

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Rose Coloured Glasses - Part 3

A/N - Thank you all for reading so far! This is more of a filler chapter just to move it along. More to come soon! Please like and share if your enjoying it 💕

When i came home with Frank yesterday i didn't expect him to stick around, but here i was waking up in a tangled naked mess with him...my body aching in the most amazing ways.

I stopped my alarm from going off so i didn't wake him and slipped out of bed to have a shower before Andy arrived to pick me up for work.

"Where are you going?" i heard Frank mumble as i pulled on clean underwear, i turned to look at him with a huge smile, the man truly was beautiful.

"I gotta go to work"

"Call in sick, stay in bed with me all day"

"As tempting as that offer is.... i cant, Andy is picking me up in 10 minutes"

"Oh.... i could have taken you"

"I didn't know you'd still be here" i said honestly.

"I can go if its a problem...."

"Its not, i'm glad you stayed" i smiled leaning over to kiss him, his hands gripped my hips and pulled me into his lap so i was straddling his waist.

"Frank! I dont have time for this..." i moaned feeling his hard length pressing against me as he kissed my neck.

"We can be quick...."

"Im gonna be late....." i laughed using all my will power to crawl off his lap, i was just at the end of the bed when he dived at me and we fell to the floor laughing.

"Call your boss and tell him you don't need a ride, i'll take you"

"I can't his probably already outside" i reached down and quickly kissed him again before getting up and rushing to my wardrobe, i pulled on a black polkadot dress and some black pumps before quickly tying my hair up.

When i came back into the bedroom Frank was still laying on my bedroom floor only wearing his tight black boxers that didnt hide anything.

"Well damn.... you make it so hard to leave"

"Im staying right here til you get back"

"I'll be back at 5:30" i knelt down and kissed him "you can stay if you like?"

I got up grabbing my purse and a jacket before making my escape. If i didn't leave now i'd be calling in sick!

As i thought, Andy was already parked outside waiting for me in his black Audi.....Im not sure how long he had been there but the engine wasn't running.

"Morning" i greeted him with a smile which he returned.

"Morning"

"Sorry to keep you waiting"

"its fine i was a little early anyway"

"Thanks again for coming to pick me up, i get my car back later today"

"They sorted that quick" he said as he started the car and began the drive to the office.

"Yeah something to do with a cracked cylinder head or something? I have no clue" i chuckled "i'm completely hopeless when it comes to cars"

"Me too!" He admitted smiling over at me. The rest of the journey was spent with idle chit chat just to fill the silence.

Frank: Ur music selection sucks BTW!

Frank texted me around 11am, i couldn't help but laugh quietly to myself.

Y/N: don't listen to it then lol 🤣

Frank: But im bored!

Y/N: Find something to watch on Netflix, its all signed in.

Frank: Just come home, you'll keep me busy 😜

Y/N: ....

My desk phone rang i looked at the display to see it was Andy calling.

"Hello" i answered on the second ring.

"Hey, could you come to my office real quick please?"

"Sure, i'm on my way" i got up grabbing my notebook and a pen incase he needed me to take some notes down.

"Come on in" he smiled as i reached his office door.

"What can i do for you?"

"I have to head up to Vermont, an old friend of mine called in a favour"

"Okay, what do you need?"

"I need you to come with me" he said looking at me with an apologetic grimace on his face.

"What?.... why?"

"Honestly? im gonna be swamped, i need you to be there to help keep my diary updated, grab me coffee and lunch.... i know it sounds boring as hell but i'll pay you double. I usually take Susan on these kinda things but as you know she's home sick with the flu"

Susan was the older woman who had been Andy's PA for years before i started working here, she was about to retire and i was her replacement.

"When?"

"Tomorrow, should be for a day, two at the most. I'll book a hotel and cover expenses"

"Sure, if you need me to...."

"It would be a huge help"

"Okay" i nodded but couldnt help but think it was strange that he wanted me to go with him.

"Thank you Y/N, i owe you! I'll pick you up at 7am i like to get on the road early"

"Sure, not a problem" i smiled and went back to my desk, missing the smug smile that quickly crossed Andy's face.

I left work a little early so i could go collect my car that was now fixed and headed home. I was surprised to walk in to the smell of cooking!

"Whats all this?" I asked Frank raising my eyebrows in question when i walked into the kitchen to find him at the stove wearing my apron.

"Oh hey! Your home!" He smiled turning to me and kissing me quickly "how was work?"

"Strange...... seems to be the theme of today"

"Sorry, is this weird? I just.... i was bored so i thought id cook you dinner" Frank said scratching his jaw looking a little nervous.

"Its not weird" i chuckled "more unexpected"

"Well see, its completely selfish on my part really...." he said sliding me a glass of white wine.

"How so?"

"Because i plan to keep you busy for the rest of the night soooo, its only fair i feed you first" he grinned making me roll my eyes at him.

"Okay Romeo" i shook my head laughing at him, he really was something! "How long til its ready?"

"10 minutes tops?"

"Great, i've just gotta go throw an overnight bag together real quick then i'm all yours" i pressed a quick kiss to Franks lips and headed to my bedroom.

As i packed a few change of clothes and toiletries i couldnt help but think about how easy it was having Frank here....Id only known him a day for christ sake!

"Y/N, foods ready" he called as i zipped up the bag.

"Okay i'll be right there".

Dinner was spaghetti and meatballs and it was honestly the best id had, it was his grandma's recipe apparently.

"So how come your packing an overnight bag?" Frank asked halfway through dinner.

"Oh, i've gotta go to Vermont with Andy for a day or two. He asked me to go with him this afternoon" i shrugged

"Isn't that a little odd?"

"I don't know, he said Susan used to go with him"

"Who's Susan?"

"His PA i'm replacing"

"The old chick?"

"Yeah"

"But he didn't have a thing for Susan"

"Frank don't start that again...."

"I bet his wife doesn't know his asked his sexy as hell PA to accompany him on his little business trip" he shook his head.

"You jealous?" I smirked trying to make a joke of it before it got to serious.

"What if i am?"

"I thought this was just fun?" I motioned between the two of us.

"So did i..... but i cant stop thinking about you...."

"You have no reason to be jealous, Andy is my boss nothing more. I like this with us, whatever it is...."

"So i can see you again when you get back from Vermont?"

"I think that can be arranged".

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[burkymakar]

96 for the ways to say i love you for travis konecny?

thank you!!! 

96. “I brought you an umbrella.”

You got the text an hour after waiting at the table. sorry cant make it xxxxx. Your date for the evening had ignored your texts when you got to the restaurant, and had waiting an hour. 

Humiliated, you ask for the check. You’d killed time by getting a drink, and one drink had turned into four on an empty stomach, and your mind was racing.

You’d driven to the Italian place, but you should definitely not drive home. Sighing, you text Travis Konecny, your closest friend in Philly. Hell, the whole world.

You: ummm so he never showed up and im kinda wasted lol can u pick me up?

You set you phone down, figuring TK was out with the guys from the Flyers, but his response was immediate. 

TK: what a fucking bastard. be there in 20

You exhale in relief. You could always count on Travis. You settle the bill, and the waitress gives you a sympathetic look as you do.

The shame and anger builds up again, so you go to wait outside for Travis instead of heading towards the bar. Besides, you didn’t need an excuse for another drink.

There’s a chill in the air, and you’re wearing a nice dress that makes your rack look amazing, but unfortunately at the cost of very thin fabric and lacy sleeves. Wrapping your arms, around yourself, you text him again. 

You: where thefuck r u??

TK: it’s been like 5 minutes damn the Uber says we’ll be there in twenty

You pout, even though he’s not there, and decide to wait it out. The cold Philly air is infinitely more preferable to the burning hot humiliation waiting for you in the restaurant.

You distract yourself by playing games on your phone. You and some of the other members of the Flyers, who you got roped into being friends with when you moved to Philly with TK, have a longstanding Evil Apples game, and you’re beating Giroux, which is a major feat.

It helps being tipsy, makes your answers braver, which the other boys like.

You’re about to select “a reach-around in the dark”, the perfect answer and you won’t accept otherwise, when a water droplet falls on your phone. You look up. Shit, it’s raining.

It slowly starts to pick up. Swearing under your breath, you move under the awning and call Travis.

“You alright?” He answers immediately.

“Where the hell are you?” You ask, rubbing your hand over your arms for some friction. 

“I’m on my fuckin’ way,” He says, no heat. “You didn’t answer me, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just- it’s fucking freezing and it’s starting to rain, and the wind is brutal.” 

“Then go inside, eh? We’ll be there in ten.”

“I can’t.”

“Why? Is the door locked?”

You can’t help but laugh, even though you feel a little like crying from how draining this has been. All the people inside the restaurant and walking past, feeling their judgmental stares like daggers, you were exhausted and just wanted to go home with Teeks to watch some shitty Netflix and eat ice cream.

“No, they just all saw me waiting around like a goddamn moron and I don’t want to deal with it. So… please. Hurry.”

He’s quiet for a moment, unnaturally so, and he says, “I’ll be there soon as I can. Promise. Want me to stay on the phone?”

You do, but he’s already dropped so much to take care of you. “I’m okay, I’ll see you soon.” One lie, one truth.

“See you.”

You hang up and, as you do, you get a text from Nolan.

Nols: what happened to T he just took off we were playing AllStars

You: I had a badd date and hes picking me up

Nols: lol of course

You: Of course??? 

No response there. Sighing, you go back to the Evil Apples game and play your winning hand. Hayes voted for yours, which feels good and perks you up a bit.

But the rain really starts to pick up, wind practically whistling. You’re wondering if you should swallow your pride and go back in the restaurant when a car pulls up and TK hops out, wearing a sweater and the hockey puck pajamas you got him for his birthday.

Your outfits are completely opposite, and it makes you grin. But really, just seeing him makes you smile.

He rushes out into the rain and meets you under the awning, wrapping you in a right hug. Something pokes at your back but you ignore it 

He moves damp hair out of your face, “You okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” And that’s true. “I’m so glad you’re here.” That’s even truer. 

“You’re just drunk,” He says with a smirk, but it’s somehow wistful. He steps away from you, and you immediately miss his warmth. “C’mon, let’s get back to the car. I brought you an umbrella.”

You stare at it as he holds it out to you.

You pulled him from his game with one of his favorite people, you bitched at him for taking too long to rescue you, and he still brought you an umbrella.

All these feelings (elation, confusion, adoration, lust and more) swirl within you. Helpless to fight them, you grab hip by his shirt and kiss him. 

And it feels long overdue.

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[yeojaa]

SUGAR HIGH, chapter xiv. (w. JJK)

You're not entirely sure when it happened, though you'd come to terms with it. You'd counted the days, waiting for the inevitable. You'd truly thought you'd be okay, but by the broken, half-beating thing in your chest - you knew you'd never really been prepared.

alt summary.  You thought you’d known real love and maybe you had - it just wasn’t with who you thought.

pairing.  jeon jungkook.  mentions/involvement of ot7.

tags.  angst, break up, post-break up, comfort, OT7, slow burn, friendship, moving on, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, emotional baggage, fluff, canon compliant, jeon jungkook is bad at feelings, jeon jungkook is a good friend, jeon jungkook is a sweetheart.

rating.  general (for now?)

word count.  2500

chapter 14.  Right Here

When you finally meet his gaze, he wonders if you see him at all.

"Earth to Park Soomi.  Earth to Park Soomi."  It barely registers even on his last try and Jungkook can't help but sigh, curling his fingers and spreading them in some wonky, squid-like wave in front of your face.

You're back at your apartment - his request, not yours - and seated alongside one another on the loveseat.  Your blanket is draped over your laps, more effectively centred over your legs that rest over his thighs.  He's been flipping through Netflix for the better part of five minutes, tossing suggestions out to silence.  You weren't even doing anything - just staring off into space like you were seeing the future.

"What?"  You snap out of it with a jerk of your head, nearly colliding your nose with the tips of his fingers.  

"What do you want to watch?"  He repeats for what is the fifth time.  There's an edge of exasperation to it that has you frowning.  He immediately softens, because he hates when you're anything but sunshine and summertime.  "I was thinking something scary, for old time's sake?"

He doesn't call you on the way your eyes glitter, mischief pouring honey into the depths. 

"Let's watch Midsommar."  Neither of you have seen it - as far as you know - but you've been dying to watch it.  You'd tried, once, with Yejin and Minji, but the former had torn out of the room, ranting about how she didn't want to have nightmares for days.  You'd given up, after that.  

"Okaaay."  The single syllable is dragged out as he selects the chosen film, tossing the remote onto the opposite chair like he's some kind of basketballer.  You watch as it bounces off the cushion and lands on the floor, nudged out of view by a furtive foot.  

"I saw that."

Jungkook pretends as if he has no idea what you're talking about, individually covered toes - god, why did he wear those stupid weird socks? - disappearing back beneath the cover of blanket.  He casts a cursory glance your way, the picture of innocence.  If he weren't so cute, you'd probably make him pick it up.  "Saw what?"

You can't stop the smile that spreads like butter, sinking into every little crevice and warming you from the inside out.  It pools in your lopsided grin and the lines at your eyes, reflected right back at you by your childhood best friend.  

"Nothing,"  you hum, ignoring the way your stomach flips at his self-satisfied grin. 

As if to push his luck – he loved to do it, had all his life – he hooks his arm over your stretched legs, his left hand snaking around the small space between your back and the couch, and pulls you closer.  You try to ignore the way it ignites heat, spreading warmth beneath the soft material of your shirt.  You can’t.

“What’re you doing?”  It comes abrupt and demanding.  A little sad, too.  (You hope he doesn’t notice.)

It somehow feels worse when he draws his hand away, as if you’d burnt him and not the other way around.  His expression slips, falls, and he doesn’t try to fix it, allowing it to slide into something begrudging and hurt.

When he speaks, it’s a hard line imposed between the two of you, a verbal barrier.  “I just wanted you to be comfortable.” 

You have no right to be upset and yet you are.  Jungkook thinks he sees a flash of it in your eyes before you’re facing forward yet again.  You’re closed off and it makes his heart ache but he’s not about to apologize for who he is – who he’s always been.

Even if he’s dying to know why you seem to suddenly hate it. 

Instead, he lets the movie roll, carefully contained in his little section of the couch.  He loathes it.  Your knees over his, a weight that drag his heart into the pit of his stomach and burns it in acid.  You don’t relax, hands locked in your lap like you’ve got your secrets hidden between them.

It’s only when your phone buzzes, face-up on your living room table, that you move at all.  Your movements are a marionette’s, unnatural and unforgiving;  you’re holding a world of tension within your bones and he’s afraid they’re going to snap like strings.  You never check your phone when you’re hanging out.  It was kind of a rule of yours and one Jungkook did his best to abide by, despite his responsibilities. 

“Is everything okay?”  He finally asks, reluctant, after you’ve been staring at your phone for far too long, completely disregarding the scene on the television.  He’s staring right at you, a million questions on the tip of his tongue.

He wonders if he’ll get an answer to even this one.

You don’t immediately respond.  He can’t read the tone of your voice when you do.  You won’t even look at him.  “It’s just Hoseokie’s friend.”   

When you finally meet his gaze, he wonders if you see him at all.

The next few weeks seem to fly by and while Jungkook loves the distraction, it's a reminder of your distance. 

He hasn't seen you since that night and there's this distinct hole in his mind and in his heart, each thought of you repeating tenfold like in an echo chamber.  He hates it more than he can say, the loneliness sinking into his bones when he least expects it.

Like now, for instance, in the car ride home.  Jimin sits beside him, singing along to what blares through the speakers, and stares out the window, completely at ease.  On the other hand, Jungkook can't focus on anything, his gaze locked on the leather console between the two front seats.  

He wonders what you're doing or if you're still awake.  (It's just past nine.)

"Are you okay?"  The question forces its way into his thoughts, drawing him from his reverie with a harsh hand, despite the gentle delivery.  His hyung's face is soft, worry framed into the slope of his eyebrows and the way his full lips purse.  

He's not quite sure what to say.  Lie?  Or verbalize things he'd rather not?  He hesitates, tongue slotting into the space of his cheek as he considers the question.

The silence seems answer enough.  "Is it about Soomi?"  There's no demand in Jimin's voice, no pushiness or reproach to be found.  He wants to express his support for his friend but toes the line of too much and not enough, head canting to the side as he studies the younger - and yet bigger - member.

"Yeah."  His admission is quiet, almost lost among the melody that filters through the speakers.  Truthfully, he wishes it had.

"Did..."  A pause, because Jimin wants to be very careful.  He's seen the bond you two have - know how precious it is, cradled in the cavity of Jungkook's chest like a treasure.  "Did something happen?"  He hopes its innocent enough;  he knows his maknae would never do anything to jeopardize your relationship.

"I don't know."  Jungkook sounds wrecked when the words come, anguish coating each syllable like a fine dust.  Still, there's more to be found in the spaces between them - in everything that's left unsaid.  "She's just been distant."  He shrugs, the line of his broad shoulders - ones that could hold the world up but faltered with this misery - rising beneath his black bomber.  "I'm not sure if I did something wrong but I'm too afraid to ask."

That, and you'd been near avoiding his communications, providing brief - though never cruel - responses and only answering his calls at half the consistency you'd used to.

To anyone else, it wouldn't have been bad but to him - it was like a knife to the heart.

Jimin mulls over the revelation, turning it over and over in his head.  He's spoken to you here and there, sending hilariously filtered photos over Snapchat and new songs over KaTalk.  He hadn't noticed anything amiss in your own friendship with him but then again, he wasn't Jungkook.  

He wasn't the person missing his other half, somehow, despite you being right there.

He doesn't bring that up, though, steeling knowledge of your regular responses behind the enamel grate of his teeth.  Instead, he gives what advice he hopes he would receive.  "I think you should talk to her."

"I've been trying."  It's almost a whine - very Jungkook-like in its delivery.  He's even pouting in that way he does best, lips curled in.

"No, I mean, tell her you want to talk about whatever it is."

As if the mere thought might be worse than death, Jungkook flinches.  "I can't do that!"  

"Why not?"  Jimin's not always this way, but he feels like the other needs a solid push in the right direction.  

"Because what if I did do something wrong?"  There's suffering in every word, colouring them in a mosaic of blue and purple like a moulted bruise.  "What if she doesn't want to talk to me and I just make it worse?"  He sounds so small, Jimin's heart aches for his friend.

"The alternative is never addressing this and having it become something more than it is."  He's not sure if this is the right approach - realism wasn't something people often appreciated in times of distress - but he presses on anyway.  "What if it's all just a misunderstanding but because you aren't talking to her, she stops talking to you?  How silly would that feel?"

By the ticking in Jungkook's jaw, he knows he's struck a nerve.

"You're right,"  the brooding brunet is finally relenting, the heaviest of sighs escaping his soft pink lips.  "I'll text her when we get back."

"You mean you'll call her."  Emphatic, because Jimin can practically feel the nervous energy rolling off of the other in waves. 

"Yeah."  It's not the most believable but he's trying.  "I'll do that."

Instead, he does one better - standing in front of your apartment like he doesn't feel sick to his stomach, tension spread across his limbs like venom and rooting him to the spot.  It feels too heavy in his veins, weighted lead that sinks into his feet and keeps his hands curled.

He just needs to knock.  One knock.  That's it.  Easy.

So why can't he do it?  

"Get it together, JK."  The grumble is quiet but pierces the evening air, seemingly bleeding into the wood grain of your door frame.  With a sharp inhalation, his fist meets with three loud raps.  He doesn't immediately hear anything on the other side - why he thinks he would, he's not sure - but it does nothing to alleviate the bile that boils over and rises in his throat.

This was a bad idea, he thinks, when the silence stretches on for longer than a second.

And yet, the door opens, flies open in the next and he can't help the surprise from affixing like a mask.  It shoots into the curve of his brows, arches disappearing into his mop of multi-colour.  His lips curl around a greeting, though the sound falls short when you speak first.  

He's relieved that there's no anger there - only bewilderment and confusion.  "Jungkook?  What're you doing here?"

Your question seems to spur him into action, his broad palm moving to brush over his ear.  A default action, a tic he's had since he was a kid.  It teases at the intensity that sits just beneath his facade of a smile and makes you regard him more carefully.  He's still got makeup on, shadow around his pretty eyes highlighting the doe-like quality of them.  Even his hair is still done, neatly curled into place across his forehead, though it looks like he's swiped his hand through it a number of times.

Another nervous habit, you think.

"I wanted to see you."  

You can't help the way the words stir something in your chest.  First, delight.  Pure unadulterated joy at being wanted by the person you want most.  Then, concern.  Because it's late on a random Tuesday and he wouldn't be here without reason.  He'd have called you.  But then his next words are a nail in your coffin, sinking you six feet under beneath his clunky black boots.

"I think we need to talk."  

You say nothing as you step back, turning your body to allow him over the threshold.  You're the picture of calm, gently clicking the door shut when he's manoeuvred his way inside and goes about untying the intricate laces on his shoes.

Inside, you're in full turmoil, a kerosene-soaked rag held dangerously close to a flame. 

"Can we sit?"  Even now, with the possibility of brutalizing your heart in two - yes, you were a cynic - he's so polite.  The best boy you've ever met, a sweetheart full of good intentions.  He extends a hand to you, taking a step back in the same instance.  You hate - love? - the confidence with which he moves, like this is his home, too.

You suppose it is.  Tu casa es mi casa, or something.

"What do you want to talk about?"  You ask because you can't help it but you don't really want to know.  Not right now, when your poor heart is about to leap out of your chest and throw itself at his feet.  No, you'd much rather do anything but talk.  Watch a movie, take a nap, sit in silence.  Anything sounded better than the great unknown.

"Uh,"  he stumbles over himself - a decidedly un-Jungkook thing to do - and settles himself into the comfort of your loveseat.  He waits for you to alight yourself alongside him, knees pulled to your chest as you face him sideways. 

He looks nervous.  Somehow, that doesn't help your own frayed nerves.

When he speaks, it's with all the care of someone in a delicate position.  Each word is carefully chosen, handpicked and pruned with unrelenting shears until it's exactly what he wants.  "I feel like something's changed."  No malice, no blame.  Just a statement of fact, cloaked in sadness and misunderstanding.  "I don't know if it was something I did but if it is, I'm sorry."  The apology for nothing comes easily, because he's willing to give you anything if you asked.  "I feel like you're so far away and I don't know how or why, but I don't want it go on."  He's gnawing on his lip, his cheek - anywhere he can find purchase.  "Please talk to me."

Your heart breaks a little more with every syllable.  You want to reach out, hold him as gently as he's always held you.  Instead, you twist your fingers in your lap, clasp and unclasp them in quick succession.  You don't trust yourself - not yet.

"Soomi."  Whether he intends for it, your name falls like the prayer of a dying man.  

"I'm sorry,"  you croak before you can figure out anything further.  You need to get this out now - anything to alleviate the sadness that burns him to the core. 

notes.  i'm sorry this is so severely overdue!  i finally found my inspiration again and will be (hopefully) getting some chapters queued now that i have an idea of where/how i want this to go.  thank you for sticking around. xo

[midnightlie]

Did you hear that your absolutest favorite the Selection series is being picked up by netflix??

i am absolutely giddy that u thought abt ME when the news dropped fjdjndndksks dear god i cant wait to make fun of the movie im going to enjoy it in the worst way LMAO

[arlakos]

Why Season 3 was a Rollercoaster of a mess. (Spoilers!)

 Oh boy

Oooooooh boy where do I even begin

Lets start from the beginning i Suppose

When Miraculous Ladybug first came out i fell in love with the series. I thought the premise was nice, the characters ok and the story interesting. Well, to be fair I didnt expect much of the story due to being in its first season, but I loved it. The finale was meh (the last episode, not the mid-series Origins story, I watched it on Netflix). I liked the series. I loved the fandom. And i Couldn’t wait for season 2 at the time.

Then season 2 came out

As i started watching the first ep of season 2, it started out strong, answered a question i already knew, but then... it didn't go any further. See, when I expected season 2, I expected the story to be taken up a notch, the plot to become stronger, new and interesting characters to be introduced, and for someone to replace Hawkmoth as the antagonist (bc in my mind, he always felt like a season 1 antagonist to be replaced one season later by the actual main antagonist, and the mayura leaks did not help). 

But it never came. The story remained simple and eventually started to become bland. All episodes were all single-story eps with no correlation to each other other than the characters in them. Every single character in the show that wasnt Marinette had any sort of character growth, and I could take any one of the episodes out other than the first and last two and it wouldn't have any impact. Maybe not all of them, but some.

(This was the same time I learned that all episodes in the series were meant to always be single episode storylines. It was the same time I learned the the shows creator was also an ASS-truc, but thats a story for another day)

So for season 2, I ended up starting to find the show boring and lackluster. Most of the episodes were boring and unentertaining, and aside from a select few, such as the finale, the new hero eps and a few others, the entire season was boring to heck. 

Worse still, Marinette went from an ok nice girl (who was at times a bit of an arse) to a stalker asshole who was at times worse than Chloe. 

(Then again, the first episode of the entire series literally had Marinette have a planner used to track Adrien's every move, so what the hell do i know)

The fandom, however, was still amazing at the time, so I stuck around. The fanfics were amazing at the time and the fandom was still so kind-hearted

Luckily for me, Season 3 would manage to have some much better episodes.

But at what cost.

WHAT. COST.

See, while Season 3 was undoubtedly better that season 2 overall in episode quality, this season was probably also the worst of all 3 at the same time. This season was not only the worst in overall season quality but the one that entirely ruined the fandom for me. The plot was again non-existent and there was still no character development, but they manage to make this season better by making a plotline that required all characters to be an idiot ball, then ditch it at the end just so Thomas could again insult people on twitter.

Lets start with the first episode of Season 3: Chameleon

Sometime before the production of season 2 and 3, Asstruc learned how to write someone as a martyr people would feel pity for that character and want to protect (read: stan) them.

So naturally, Ass-truc would abuse this a lot.

In the first ep of season 3, Astruc would create the worst episode ever made. 

The premise of the episode is that Lila has returned to school and has been telling lies, which makes Marinette mad. None of the class believes her due to everyone being written as an idiot (seriously the someone gotta has google on their smartphones everyone has), so of course, Naturally Mari confronts Lila, who swears to ruin her life before and after an akuma battle which doesnt really matter for this episode, aside from the fact that Lila fully works with hawkmoth because being a bad kid means that working with a terrorist is perfectly reasonable if you can get revenge on the good guys.

So, including the fact Ass-truc reintroduced Lila back into the show as a Chloe 2.0 to making everyone an idiot ball so that the writing could even work, this will be the episode that I will hate the most. And not just for the episode itself. We’ll come to that later. But the point is, this is how most of the season would go:

-Lila: *exists*

-Marinette: *cries* im suffering so much, my life is ruined!

-Fans: stan to the point of insanity

-Me sipping my salt flavored tea: b*tch calm the f*ck down.

Speaking of Marinette, the Miraculous team had already been hellbent on making Marinette more of an asshole, stalkery and creepy and passing it off as cute in season 2, so they decided to fix that by dialing all that shit up to 11. Episodes like Weredad and Oni-chan really showed this, with the former having Marinette Literally manipulating Chat Noir to be stuck in a bad situation just for her own sake, and latter literally having her try to break into Adriens house because Lila is there. All for the excuse that Lila is a Liar and totally not because she is with Adrien, Marinette cant be jealous because Marinetteisperfectandamazingand-

Yeah, she really sucks as the main character. TBH I'm waiting for the spinoff show where Alix and Kim dare each other to do stupid stuff each episode like its MTV’s Jackass, it's gonna be fun.

Now onto the Other episodes!

While I will admit that compared to season 2, there were a lot of good episodes. Gamer 2.0, Feast, Ikari Gozen, Party Crasher, and of course the heart-wrenching Oblivio come to mind. These episodes are amazing and show how good the episodes are when you make sure the garden gnome is locked in a closet somewhere during episode development.

So out of the 26 episodes, 5 of them were really good.

The rest were either kinda ok or complete shit. That's not to say they were all bad, but there were just some parts... at best there was either a part of it I found cringeworthy too much for me to consider it as one of the good ones, such as Pupetteer 2 with its Adrien Statue scene, or at worst all of it was just written so badly, such as the entirety of Stormy Weather not actually being an episode and acutally being just and episode recap.

Now for the plot. Oh, wait, what plot?

First of all, Miraculous never had one. At best it was just a bunch of single-episode stories that Ass-truc wants you to think are connected somehow and somehow all work together as a cohesive story. A lot of the characters in Miraculous Ladybug

You mean the overarching storyline where Marinette becomes a Guardian just because she can pick a hero? Yeah, just ignore the episode where Fu said he had to spend an entire childhood learning how to even be an apprentice Guardian, or ignore the fact that picking a person to be a hero doesn't make Marinette qualified to be Guardian in a slightest!

(If someone literally has to ask me this, ask yourself if a pharmacist is fit to be a doctor just because they hand out your meds.)

What about the storylines about other certain characters in the show like Lila, who the show has been building up to be a villain while casually destroying characters' intelligence to be able to do so? The story about Chloe accepting that she can’t really be a hero anymore and moving on?

Ruined by the Finale.

Oh yeah, the finale.

This season Finale was probably the worst finale out of all the seasons and half the stuff done in the last two episodes did not make sense. I dont want to talk about it much because I want to do a blog post about it later on, but for the sake of the finale, they ruined a bunch of characters, martyred Marinette for the 100th time, and created some stupid plot ideas for the sake of coolness. And by coolness i mean stanning Marinette again and making her extra special. Doesnt matter if it makes a contradiction or makes no sense. Stupidity has won this episode!

To be fair though, all the reasons above aren’t the reasons I hate this season. 

No.

The reason for season 3 being the worst for me is how it had ruined the fandom.

Ever since the first episode of season 3, the fandom has become a cesspool of salt and anger. Character bashing because the class didn't straight up agree with Marinette instantly, Over the top Marinette stanning, fanfics that go over the top crazy, it has gone insane. On ao3 most fanfics of ML that i have seen have been about ‘Chameleon Fix-Its’ where Lila is metaphorically shot with a GAT, ‘Marinette protection Squads’ which basically involve her moving schools because Lila exists, and the Maribat ship that has made my head dent my desk (seriously where the fuck did it come from?!). Worst still, as a result of Season 3, the Adrien hate has started to go crazy as a result of the Chameleon episode and similar eps resulting in Marinette being shipped with Luka (aka the better Adrien as stated by Marinette stans), Felix before the Felix episode dropped, and even Damien Wayne in the Notorious Maribat ship (no seriously where did it come from i want answers!). To put it simple, thanks to Ass-truc all of ao3 is filled with salt fics and no more original and interesting stories.

BTW while i have your attention and am talking about good Miraculous stories on ao3, go read Miraculous Tales by JED1 on AO3 its soo damn good.

To be fair, I myself am angry at the episode, but only because everyone was written to be an idiot ball for the episode to work, and because of the fact Astruc used the episode to rile up the fandom to be almost as toxic as him.

If anything, its the number one reasons why i hate seasons 3 and the reason why it has ruined the fandom for me.

And that, overall, is why i think Season 3 was a Rollercoaster of a mess.

[ycaysoriano-blog]

Am crazy for you

So this is the effect of the lockdown to me. Last May I started to watch Netflix (commercial). Hyun Bin, bei g a hot item with a hit series, I was one of those who became an instant fan. Checked on almost all his past series and yes... i watched each one of it. That was the time that I saw Hyde Jekyll and Me. SUNG JOON caught my attention, and found myself looking for his series as well. After watching him in Lie to Me and Can We Get Married, it was in Discovery of Love (DoL) that took me for a different kind of grind. Not just bec of Sung Joon, but because I've seen an actor who portrayed a role which mesmerized me. This actor of course is no less than, ERIC MUN. One series led to another, cant get over DoL. You wouldnt believe the number of times I've watched it. I think I have memorized the sequence as well as dialogue evwn if am not Korean. I have downloaded selected episodes in my mobile so that when going home I can watch during the 15minute ride from my workplace til home. I also learned that Eric is a member of boy group, Shinhwa. The countless times I playedback Venus, Wild Eyes, Unchanging, etc almost crashed the speaker of my mobile.

I got too hooked up on Eric, i think in our household and workplace, I have the best reference of Eric's bio. Although, it pains me to know that he is already married (well as if I can do anything, ahahaha), I am just a die-hard fan.

There was even a time that I watched Que Sera Sera and Super Rookie without sub titles. Eric's performances in all of his series including Spy Myung Wol, Eccentric Chef Mun, and movie Diary of June, were uniquely portrayed differently from each other. HE is truly a method actor.

The Spy Who Loved Me is coming soon this October 2020. I can't wait to see it, but its too bad that Netflix is not showing it. I am in touch with one of his fans (Phi216) from Korea, and also asking where I can watch it. She too is desperate about it.

At any rate, I will continue to support a good actor, rapper, singer, songwriter, vlogger and the jolly good fellow that Eric Mun is. Candid, hilarious, generous to his fans and super nice guy with an infectious SMILE!

From my heart, thank you for liking and commenting to your fans in AguTV. As we say it in the Philippines, mahal kita!

[acjense-blog]

Why Do You Have To Ruin Everything?! Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You mess up on a mission, you misunderstand their silent treatment and hide away in your room for weeks, until one day. Warnings: language, angst, shitty writing, bad summary and that's about it :) Word count: 1,700 A/N: There's gonna be a part 2 for this! With a fluffy ending, because too much angst gives me a headache. Hope you enjoy this little one shot.

Everyone stepped off the quinjet, walking in silence into the compound.  Your mission was a disaster, you did nothing right and now you felt like  everyone blamed and hated you for being so useless. You've been doing  missions for the past 2 years, training alongside the captain Steve  Rogers himself. And yet, even after kicking your own ass and training  for hours every day, you still managed to fuck up a simple quick and  easy mission. You blew your cover way too quickly, alerting guards of  your existence, which meant the rest of the team had to intervene or you  would be dead, and as cap reminded you he didn't want that on his  conscience. So now you were back home, back at the compound. You knew sooner or  later Cap is gonna want a talk with you about what happened, but right  now you weren't in the mood. You just wanted to grab some food, and head  to your room to shower and wind down with a movie. Everyone stepped into the elevator, you were pushed to the back with  Bucky on your left. He also never said a word to you on the way back.  Was he mad at you too? "Hey Buck" you whispered into him, but he didn't glance in your  direction. You heard him sigh and saw how tense his body had become by  your close proximity. Not wanting to make him uncomfortable, you slowly  shifted more to your right, biting your lip hard to suppress the tears  that were watering at a dangerous level in your eyes. Everyone stepped off the elevator when it stopped at the commons floor,  your room was a floor up, so you stayed behind until everyone had left.  Not that they would notice anyway. You pressed the button to your floor  and waited patiently for the doors to open, once they did you paced  quickly to your room, locking it securely behind you. Once you knew you  were safe, you slid your back down the door and brought your knees to  your chest, letting out quiet sobs and whimpers, gripping your hair with  both hands. Once composed, you took a hot steamy shower, washing away any blood and  sweat that lingered from the failed mission. You quickly got changed  into your comfiest sleep wear and peeled back the duvets and climbed  under. You flicked through the movie selections on Netflix, your mind  not paying any attention to the writing in front of you and oddly, you  weren't even hungry. A quiet knock on your door and the sound of the doorknob trying to be  turned caught your attention, you quickly turned off the lights and  listened intently. "Y/n are you in there?" It was Steve's voice, you  knew he would wanna talk to you. "Y/n please I just want to make sure  you're okay?" He pleaded through the door. "Is she in there?" You heard a  second voice outside the door, "y/n its Bucky!" He yelled with a knock.  Oh great, now two super soldiers wanted to talk. Honestly, you were quite happy being locked away in your room for the   rest of the night, but now here you were, two super soldiers knocking on  your door and refusing to leave. It didn't help that FRIDAY told them you were aware of their presence outside your door. You cursed that AI sometimes... You still didn't wanna talk tonight, you had an idea. "FRIDAY?" the AI  beeped, acknowledging your voice, "yes miss y/l/n?" You took a deep  breath before speaking, "please inform Steve Rogers and Sargent Barnes I  am not feeling too well tonight and wish to be left in peace" you sat  on the edge of your bed, holding the palm of your hands over your  kneecaps "yes of course miss y/l/n" the AI responded. You sighed a  breath of relief when you heard footsteps walking away from your door.  You knew deep down you would need to face them sooner or later, since  you shared the same floor with them. Just not tonight, you kept telling  yourself. But 'just not tonight' turned into a whole five weeks of you not leaving  your bedroom. You sneaked into the kitchen occasionally taking food and  running straight back to your comfort zone. You've so far avoided  everyone in the compound, even Tony stopped by and tried to lure you  out. You felt ashamed and useless. You could have gotten yourself killed  if you weren't so stupid. You had dozens of missed calls, text messages  and emails from the team. You simply replied to no one. But how long  could you actually hide in here? By not leaving, you weren't training or   practicing your knife skills. And you knew Steve would be less than   pleased about that. The team knew they had to get you out of your room, they noticed the  bits of food they had put in the fridge as a trap were being taken, they  could just never catch you. You were far too smart and fast, even for  the super soldiers. Bucky was more concerned, the guilt was eating him alive when he ignored  your greeting in the elevator when you got back, he saw the tears in  your eyes and could feel your heartbreak. He wanted nothing more than to   just reach out and tell you it was all gonna be okay, but the team had   insisted to teach you a lesson. They had planned to lecture you the next  day, but when they were having a hard time getting you from your room,  their plan backfired. Nobody was angry with you, they were concerned if  it should happen again, they would teach you what to do. The silent treatment wasn't intended, everyone was feeling the burn and exhaustion  and everyone too tired to speak to each other. It was simply a   misunderstanding. So they had a plan, they would tell FRIDAY to inform you that everyone was leaving for a mission and you would be by yourself. You felt relief to be alone, be able to watch a movie in the commons room and order pizza without judgement. It was 9PM, everyone should have left by now. You put on a pair of black  leggings and an oversized hoodie and made your way to the commons room.  All the lights were off and the building was eerily quiet. Just the  sounds of your own footsteps padding against the floors underneath you.  You stepped into the empty room and flicked on a light. Leftover pizza  was on the coffee table, with soda sitting next to it. You smiled to  yourself, walking over to it, bending slightly to pull the slice out of  the box, it was unusually still hot. That's when you felt two large arms wrap around your body and pull you  close to their chest, you could tell by the shiny metal arm it was Bucky  holding you tight, not letting you run away. "Bucky?" You gasped, his  embrace squeezing your lungs out of your body, "what are you doing?!"  You panic. He leans in, pressing his lips to your ears, "you cant hide  now, Doll" he whispers. His voice husky, his breath fanning your neck. "Y/n?" You heard Steve's voice behind you and Bucky, who still had you pressed against his chest. "Steve." You said, giving up the fight to try  and fight the beast. "We were worried about you" he stands in front of  you, smirking with his arms folded across his chest. You were pressed so  close to Bucky that reaching back and kicking him in the groin wasn't  an option, and he probably wouldn't even feel it. "Okay so you got me,  let's talk. I fucked up, so fire me.." you began with a shaky voice,  "fire me and find someone else worthy of a place on this team" you  sighed, leaning your head back against Bucky's thick chest, he presses  his cheek on top of your head. "I'm not gonna fire you y/n, I just want  you to train with me and Buck to help you get out of a situation next  time should it happen" Steve said with a serious expression. "Replacing  you is not an option" he unfolds his arms and slides his hands into his  pockets. "I'll see you on Monday for your training." He said walking  away, you heard other voices so you quickly assumed they had not left  for a mission, but used it as a trap. And it worked. Now you had a new problem. Getting out of Bucky's death grip. "Bucky."  You closed your eyes, wrapping your own hands around his that were  placed tightly around your stomach. "Yes doll?" He asked, brushing his  lips back and forth on your hair, what the hell is he doing "Can you let me go now" you tried to pull his strong hands off, they  weren't even budging. You sighed in defeat, earning a chuckle from the  Sargent, his laugh vibrated against your back. "I don't ever wanna let  you go Doll" he said close to your ear. Your heart fluttered. "You dont  mean that.. you dont even like me" you scoffed in barely a whisper, but  loud enough for him to hear. His grip loosened, you turned around and breathed like a normal person.  But froze when you saw his face, the look of sadness and anger in his  blue eyes. "What's wrong?" You asked concerned, stretching a hand out  but he pushed your hand away and stepped back. "WHY DO YOU HAVE TO RUIN  EVERYTHING Y/N?!" Bucky screamed in your face, you were shocked and  before you could ask what happened. He stormed out of the room, slamming  the door so hard it shook the door frames. You couldn't stop the tears from falling, why did you have to ruin everything.

[punmasterkentparson]

Was Your Date Successfully Crashed?

inspiration from this shitty idea post.

It’s on ao3.

Kent is incapable of going on a good date.

He tries. For the last year, he has tried. Tinder and OK Cupid and even eHarmony for a bit, although the subscription rate was ridiculous. It doesn’t matter; his dates always go wrong.

There was the guy who showed up to dinner and said, “Sorry, I already ate, but it’s cool if you want to order something.”

There was the woman who ran into her ex and spent twenty minutes chatting with him while Kent just stood there.

There was the guy who took Kent to a carnival and had a meltdown over a ring toss game.

There was the woman who got up during a movie and whispered, “I’m going to the bathroom, be right back!” and never came back.

There was the guy who was late and kept texting excuses for over an hour before ultimately sending, “can’t make it, sorry, something came up.”

There was the woman who invited Kent to a house party and then spent the whole time ignoring him in favor of talking to other people, and then had the audacity to call the next day asking for a second date.

And now there’s this guy, Henry, the son of a friend of Kent’s great-aunt, which means Kent is honor-bound to give him a shot. But Kent already knows there won’t be a second date. Conversation is excruciating; Henry gives single-word answers to everything and barely elaborates. When their food arrives, Henry sends his plate back twice with cosmetic complaints. Kent talks about his job as a personal trainer and the night classes he’s taking to be a physical therapist, and halfway through, Henry takes out his phone and starts scrolling.

Kent endures another five minutes and three bites of his steak before he can’t take it. “I have to go to the bathroom,” he says abruptly, and flees for the men’s room.

Hidden in a stall, he grinds his teeth and wishes he was the sort of asshole who would ditch in the middle of a date and leave his companion to foot the bill. He also wishes he wasn’t afraid of what Great Aunt Ruth would say if he did that.

He just really wishes he had an excuse to cut the date short. He shoots off a text.

jeff, help.

bad date? dude i told u to get off tinder

not tinder. blind date. son of a friend of aunt ruth or something.

oh shit. yeah ur stuck.

fuck u i’m in hell. can you call me in five minutes with some work emergency?

uh, no, ‘cause i’m at my niece’s bat mitzvah and my sister would kill me? she’s already glaring ‘cause i’m talking to you!

then what tf do i do???

suck it up.

no wait!!! carl told me about this app last week. i ignored him cause, u know, carl, but maybe u can try it? it’s called hinder. it’s like tinder but instead of finding ppl to date, u find ppl to CRASH ur date.

... that cant be a real thing.

nah i just checked the app store, it’s real. lmfao these reviews are hilarious.

Kent opens the app store on his phone and searches “Hinder.” There’s only one matching result. Hinder: We’ll ruin your date so you don’t have to.

Oh, what the hell, he’s desperate. He downloads it. The main menu is similar to all other dating apps he’s used, although he finds that he doesn’t get to choose a particular person to bust in on his date, he can only make a request. Apparently, it depends on availability. Whatever. Kent ticks as many preference boxes as he can. He hesitates when he gets to scenarios: Ex-partner, Ex-spouse, Spouse, Mistress, Friend, Other.

He checks everything. Again: he’s desperate. He’ll take someone pretending to be a jealous spouse if it gets him out this.

The last step is adding a photo of himself, so his date-crasher can recognize him. Kent takes an awkward selfie and posts it. He realizes too late that it’s obvious he’s sitting on a toilet in a bathroom stall.

Fuck it. 

He spends a total of ten minutes in the bathroom. When he gets back to the table, he’s pretty sure that Henry thinks he was taking the world’s biggest shit.

“Sorry,” he says. “What were we talking about again?” He honestly doesn’t remember.

Henry taps a few things on his phone and puts it aside, then reclaims his fork from his plate. “I don’t know.”

“Okay. Um.” Kent wracks his brain for something, anything. “Seen any good movies lately?”

Henry shrugs. “I don’t really go to the movies.”

“What about on Netflix?”

“I have Hulu.”

What Kent wouldn’t give for a bolt of lightning to strike him dead. “Well, I don’t have Hulu. I’ve thought about getting it, though. Can you recommend anything?”

Henry thinks about it. “Everything on there’s pretty good.” He takes a bite of broccoli.

Kent picks up his own fork and digs into his steak. The sooner he finishes, the sooner he can go.

He almost chokes when a loud voice suddenly shouts his name across the restaurant.

“Kent! Kent, you here?”

Kent chugs water to clear his throat, then turns around in his seat. There’s a tall man with broad shoulders and a long face trying to get past the hostess.

“No, no, I’m not want table,” the man says, “just need find—Kent!” He spots Kent and hurries over. “Kent, have to go now!”

Kent stares at him, mouth agape. Everyone in the restaurant is staring.

“Kent, come on, have to go! She’s have babies!”

Kent manages, “I... I don’t know—”

“Your dog! Remember? You ask me watch because she pregnant! She’s have babies right now! I try text and call but maybe you don’t get, so I come! Oh, sorry,” the guy adds, finally acknowledging Henry, who looks as befuddled as Kent feels. “Sorry, I know it’s date, but is important, you know?”

“Um,” Henry says.

“We go, right, Kent?” And then the guy turns fully towards Kent, his back to Henry, and gives Kent a big, meaningful wink. “Yes? We go now, for dog?”

Everything abruptly clicks. Kent shoots to his feet. “Yes. Yes, we should absolutely go. Henry, I’m sorry, but it’s um—it’s an emergency.” He digs through his wallet, thankful that he has cash with him, and puts a few twenties on the table. “I think that’ll cover it.”

Henry frowns. “I thought you had a cat?”

Kent is frankly shocked that Henry was listening to him. “Yeah, uh, I have a cat and a dog. And I guess I’m gonna have more dogs.”

“Oh. Congratulations?”

“Thanks! Dinner was great, thanks for everything, see you!”

Kent grabs his jacket and pulls it on as he leaves the restaurant, with a total stranger hot on his heels. He doesn’t stop until they’re outside and halfway across the parking lot.

Only then does Kent turn to his rescuer. “I, uh, take it you answered my Hinder post?” he asks.

The guy grins. “Yes! I’m Alexei, nice to meet you.” He holds out his hand. “Sorry is confusing for you, I send message but you don’t respond, so I’m wing it.”

Kent laughs and shakes Alexei’s hand. “I’m Kent Parson. And don’t worry about it, you’re my hero. Thanks for saving me.”

“Is no problem!” Alexei keeps smiling, big and friendly. “I’m enjoy. Two months ago I’m start taking improv class for fun, you know? Join Hinder for practice, can be new character every time.”

Kent is impressed. “The practice is paying off. You were really convincing.”

Alexei beams. “Is because story not so much lie. Pregnant dog is my dog, Darya. But she’s not have babies until maybe next month. Improv class say it’s good use little bit your life, easier for make up story on the spot.”

“Oh, good trick. And congrats, I guess, for your dog.”

“Thank you! She’s very good girl, think she be great mama.” Alexei’s voice is full of pride. “You need me see you home?”

Surprise at the unexpected consideration makes Kent fumble. “No, I’m—I’m good. I drove. My car’s over there.” He points. “Do you need a ride?”

“No, I’m come with friends. We having dinner over there.” He points to a bar up the road, his expression turning bashful. “Actually I’m little bit rude, leave them suddenly. But I get notification and see you’re close by, and think you look like nice guy who don’t deserve bad date. You know?” His smile is embarrassed but earnest. 

Kent’s face feels warm. This guy ditched his friends just to help him? “Well. Thanks.”

Alexei nods, still smiling. “Hope your next date go better. Go home safe, yeah?”

“Sure.” Kent waves after Alexei as he leaves, and then goes to his car. He opens the Hinder app and sees a message notification of Crash Accepted! on his post. It leads to Alexei’s profile, which just has his name, a counter for Dates Crashed (7) and a picture of him giving a big smile and a thumbs up.

There’s a banner prompt at the top, asking, Was your date successfully crashed? Kent selects YES, and Alexei’s Dates Crashed counter automatically ticks up to eight.

Kent grins, closes the app, and pulls up his earlier conversation with Jeff.

date officially over.

Jeff sends a thumbs up.

thanks for the hinder thing, it saved my ass.

someone showed up?

yeah.

and????

two words: tall & russian.

tell. me. everything.

[prettyyoungtragedy]

headcanon for steve: him taking you out to comfort you and it turns out into a date

Cuuuteeeee! fluffy shit coming ya way!

A/N: This is so fucking cheesy and terrible hahaha, I hope it does your request justice anon! Also I’m sorry to all of you who read my garbage! ILY for it anyway! Reblog it? its free lmao

Warnings: none!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

“Come on, it will be fun?” Steve prompted, giving you his best reassuring smile. 

“Nope.” You replied, flopping down onto the couch and picking up the remote. 

“You can’t sit around and mope all day, sweetheart.” He said, with a sigh. 

“Firstly, I’m not moping you giant ass, and secondly I’m allowed to mope even though I am not.” You shot back, pulling a face at him. 

Steve chuckled and took a seat on the couch beside you, “It’s just one test, you’ll be fine.” He said, he was trying to be nice but it really wasn’t helping. You had failed one of the safety tests Tony had you all run as a new recruit that you had trained for, long hours in the gym, all the stress and you still failed. It was bothering you more than it should have because he was right. It was just a test. But you hated failing. 

“Ugh, just go away Steve. Don’t you have something else to do?” You groaned pulling one of the couch throws around you  feeling very sorry for yourself.

“I do but I can hang out if you want me to.” He said. Steve was a sweetheart, since you joined the team a few years back he was nothing but helpful with anything you needed. He said he knew what it was like being new to something and not having anyone to show you the ropes so he valiantly offered his time and skills to you. The two of you instantly became friends, Steve when he wasn’t in Captain America mode was the easiest person to get along with. He was funny, and charming and not as strict as he pretended to be. 

“No no, go do your thing.” You said, waving him off. 

Steve sighed, but he didn’t move from the couch. Instead he fell silent beside you and watched as you flipped through the Netflix selection. As you settled on a movie, Steve suddenly grabbed the remote from you. 

“Come on, we’re going out.” He said getting up and looking at you expectantly. 

“God damn it Rogers, No.” You groaned and tried to grab the remote but Steve holds it out of your reach. 

“One drink and I will let you come home and mope.” He bargained.

“No.” 

“Two drinks?” 

“Steve, no.” 

“Three drinks and a tequila?” 

You sighed he knew how much you loved tequila, “Steve...” 

“I am not taking no for an answer.” He shrugged not giving in. 

“Fine, fuck, you are so annoying!” You grumbled getting off the couch and very dramatically throwing the throw into the air before making your way to your bedroom to get changed.

A few minutes later you emerged from your bedroom wearing shorts, a sweatshirt. You threw on some sneakers and didn’t bother fixing your hair because well you weren’t in the mood to gussy up. 

Steve noted your appearance but doesn’t say anything. He had changed his grey t-shirt and was now wearing a crisp pale blue shirt, 

“Oh god, why are you dressed so nicely. I look like a troll doll next to you!” You groaned when you saw his appearance. 

He laughed at your comment, “You look great, prettiest troll doll I have ever seen.” He said, a smile on his face. 

“Dumbass.” was all you said, before you followed him out of the living room. 

Steve drove, he didn’t tell you where he was taking you and you didn’t ask. Instead you turned up the stereo in the car and sand your heart out to every song that came over the selection. Forcing Steve to partake in your impromptu car karaoke. 

“Oooh this is my favorite song!” You exclaimed excitedly turning the volume up once more as the next song popped up. 

“You said that about the last four songs!” Steve laughed,

“I have a lot of favorite songs, Steven.” 

He doesn’t say anything, he just laughs and shakes his head. Letting you go back to singing your heart out. 

When you arrived at the place he wanted to have drinks at, it wasn’t anything you were expecting. Instead it was kind of fancy, and looked like a speakeasy from the forty’s. It was gorgeously decorated in fairy lights with rustic themes. getting out of the car, you felt under dressed as the valet came and collected the car keys from Steve and the hostess smiled at him when the two of you approached her. 

“Welcome back Captain Rogers.” She greeted him with a wide smile, her gaze flitting to you beside him for a second. 

“Ma’am.” He nodded at her. 

“The usual?” She asked knowingly, as she led the two of you into the restaurant. The inside was even more gorgeous than the outside, dim lights, soft piano keys floated through the air, candle lit tables. You turned to Steve with a questioning look on your face. He doesn’t say anything, just gives you a smile and gestures you towards the table outside on he terrace. 

Once the two of you were seated, you looked around at the other patrons who were all dressed like Steve, appropriately for this space. You were absentmindedly pulling at the sleeves of your sweater when Steve interrupted your thoughts. 

“What do you want to drink? They have really good beer here and Sam likes the margaritas, I know that’s your favorite.” He said, looking at you. 

“Oh uh...surprise me?” You replied with a shrug. You were wholly confused by why Steve would bring you to such a place. This seemed very date like. 

He smiled at you, and then ordered for you. 

“So, feeling better?” He asked. 

“A little.” You admitted, because you were. the car ride over with him had really picked up your mood. 

“Well a few drinks in you and you’ll be good as new.” he joked. 

“That’s true.” You laughed. 

You noticed that he kept nervously fidgeting with the collar to his shirt for some reason. You had no idea why he was nervous, but it suddenly made you nervous and all sorts of thoughts began running through your head. What if he brought you here to tell you that you cant be a member of the team because you failed? Or that they were kicking you out and suddenly your thoughts were spiraling. 

There was an awkward silence between the two of you that never happened. When the waitress returned with your drinks, both of you eagerly thanked her and you practically downed yours. 

“So why...”

“I need to te...”

Both of you spoke in unison. 

“Sorry you go first.” Steve said with a nervous chuckle. 

“So why did you bring me here?” You asked, setting your drink down. 

“I thought you would like it.” he replied, nervously clearing his throat. “Do you not like this place? we can go else where?” 

“No, no I love it. It’s just that you could have told me so that I wouldn’t have dressed like a ragamuffin.” You laughed. This made him laugh too and it seemed to set him at ease. 

“I wanted you to be comfortable.” He shrugged. 

“Yeah but you know my comfort is being a hobo and stuffing my face.” 

‘I think it’s cute.” Steve mumbled, a sudden blush in his cheeks. 

“What?” You laughed, finding the idea that he remotely found you cute in anyway ludicrous. 

Steve shrugged and grinned at you, “Give yourself more credit, you are beautiful the way you are.” 

“Oh please, who is paying you to say all this? Did Sam and Bucky put you up to this? Are they here somewhere?” You asked looking around the restaurant, trying to find those two idiots. 

“No, they didn’t. Just take a compliment.” Steve chuckled. 

“Well in that case, you are very pretty too Steve.” You said, winking at him. And once again that blush appeared in his cheeks. He was a mumbling, stumbling fool and it was the best thing you had ever seen. 

As the evening went on, the two of you sat at that table drinking and eating. It was weird because it felt like a date, the way Steve spoke and how he accidentally kept touching your hand and when the waited asked if you wanted dessert Steve said yes and ordered ice cream and champagne for the two of you to share. You tried not to let your thoughts take over too much because you knew Steve never saw this as anything more than him doing something nice for his teammate, so you just let yourself enjoy the evening.

By the end of the night you were deliciously tipsy and giddy. Steve steadied you with an arm around you shoulders as he led you out of the restaurant, to the car. Thanking the hostess with a polite nod and a smile as he walked you passed her.  

“Good luck” she mouthed to him and you saw this, which confused you even more. What did he need luck for. 

“You know what we should do?” You said, your tispy state of mind jumping from one thought to the next.

“What should we do?” Steve asked gently, as he gripping you a little tighter when you stumbled again. 

“We should go to the old tower and climb to the room and tell everyone we’re Avengers!” 

Steve laughed, “That would be breaking an entering, sweetheart.” 

The way he said sweetheart made your hear suddenly flip in your chest, and you stopped walking. He stopped as well, and looked down at you quizzically. 

“Steve...” You said softly, your heart racing as you looked into those cerulean blue eyes of his.

“Yes?” 

“What was this?” 

“What was what?” He returned your question with a question. 

“Tonight? was this ...” You paused, unsure if you should ruin the night because if this wasn’t a date you’d feel like an absolute ass. “Was this a date?” 

Steve was quiet for a moment and then suddenly without hesitation, he brought his lips to  yours, kissing you softly. His lips tasted like the chocolate and champagne the two of you had just a few minutes earlier. 

Your eyes widened the moment his lips touched yours, and then you closed them. Letting  yourself take in this blissfully sweet moment, the way he held your body to his, his hand at the back of your head the other around your waist. It was like the world around the two of you had stilled, and when he finally broke the kiss it and you opened your eyes, Steve Rogers was all you saw, like some kind of tunnel vision. 

“To answer you question? Yes.” He murmured, a small smile on his lips. 

“I...” You were at a loss for words, Steve had quite literally left you breathless in that moment.

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[reptourjuly28]

DID ANYONE ELSE SEE THESE YET

@laurenlipman WAS RIGHT WE ARE GETTING A

REPUTATION STADIUM TOUR LIVE

COMING TO NETFLIX DECEMBER OR JANUARY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS SINCE THE SHOW I ATTENDED JULY 28 AT @gillettestadium!!!!

I CANT WAIT TO WATCH IT OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN 🤪

I’m the manager at a movie theater where I live. One night I went into a theater that was empty for the evening after the last show let in. I brought my Apple TV and hooked it up to the projector and streamed The 1989 World Tour Live on Apple Music IN A MOVIE THEATER ALL BY MYSELF. Do you have any idea how loud I screamed and crazy I danced?? It was like I was right there in Sydney watching that show. It was just magical.

I am so excited to be able to watch The Reputation Stadium Tour Live on a movie screen and sing and dance and relive the best night of my life 💖

I love when people ask me why I love Taylor Swift so much. The answer is so simple. She genuninely cares so much about her fans and truly values us as individuals. She doesn’t set a price on her meet and greets (and I doubt she’d ever say this but it’s because that is a truly priceless experience you can’t put a dollar figure on). Only @taylornation and her select fans to meet her. She gives us HER ENTIRE CONCERTS to watch so us Swifty’s are occupied while she’s creating a new album.

She just goes so much more above and beyond for her fans than any other artist. She doesn’t have to do any of that though. She can sell meet and greets for $5000 each and they’d sell out. But she doesn’t because she wants to give everyone a fair and equal chance. She is just such an incredible human being and the best role model and idol you can have.

THANK YOU @taylorswift!! I can’t wait to get to relive the Reputation era over and over every day with this amazing gift to your fans!

Love,

The Swifty’s

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[myheadcanonacademia]

Do you write drabbles? Ive been thirsting for some first kiss headcanons. Deku, Baku-boi, Kirishima, Denki, Todoroki... as many of the bois as you possibly can. i need it.

above + Shinso

Deku:

Izuku and you lay snuggled together against the wall behind his bed. around the both of you a cacoon of blankets and pillows kept you both warm on the cold rainy day. outside a storm shook the windows. it was just one of those hot chocolate and horror bad horror movie kind of days. you snuggled up closer to Izukus chest, you gazed at his peaceful face as he scrolled through the netflix selection. 

“Izuku…?” 

His big green eyes look over to you, still scrolling though out of the corner of his vision. “yeah?” 

“could we… could you..” you mumbled. it had been a few weeks since you had gotten romantic with Izuku. it was just something that happened the moment you met him, you just worked well together. “id like it if you kissed me.” 

Izuku turned bright red. “yeah sure… I..” he awkwardly reached out to grasp your face, but changed his mind and put them on your shoulders. but that wasnt right either. you took his hands in your and put them on your waist. your mouth was as dry as his but there was nothing else in this world that you wanted more. he brought his face close to yours, your eyes fluttered shut as you made your move, your lips just brushing his. Izuku grasped your shirt, clenched his eyes shut and pressed his lips to yours in the sweetest, most gentle kiss ever given.

He pulled back after a few seconds, both of you shaking under the covers. “thanks…” you breathed.

“can we… could i do it again?” he asked with a broad smile.

Bakugo:

Bakugo hated firsts. he got nervous and then he got sweaty and not only was it gross when he sweat he had a tenancy to… explode. so yeah Bakugo hated firsts. and this was going to be his first kiss. the first in a long like of sexual firsts that in his opinion was taking to long to get through. in his mind he knew he was a sex god, but when given opportunity he often chickened out. its was all just so flustering and he hated being flustered. 

He walked his date up to her dorm room. No doubt all of the girls on the floor were watching. he shook the idea of an audience from his mind. this was his moment. focus. think of it like any other obstacle to destroy. focus. plan. attack. he could do this.

You turned to him, taking your time getting out your keys out and opening your dorm room. “i had a really great time tonight. Id love to go again.” you grinned at him. he face looking considerably less relaxed. Bakugo on a date had been entirely different than expected. he had been aggressively gentleman like and very sweet. he had even won you a toy in a claw machine. but now…

“yeah me to. bye.” Bakugo ran for it. he couldnt do it. ‘you little bitch’ he screamed internally. he got to the elevator and turned around. his date had gone into her room. fuck.

he smashed his head against the wall, slapped himself in the face and about turned and marched straight back to your door. he pounded on the wood until you opened it. he reached in, grabbed you by the ears and smashed your lips together. after a moment he released you. bakugo was panting, his fists were clenched at his sides. “there i did it. And i had an amazing time, i really like you a lot and im sorry that im bad at this romantic shit because your deserve better. please go out with me again damn it. fuck you.” he blurted out in one breath. you laughed and pulled him down for another kiss. 

Kaminari:

You had his headphones on. his big fancy ones he used for his sound board. he had just mixed a new song and wanted your opinion. you and kaminari… denki… had been flirting for a long while. whenever you were cold he was there with a jacket and a hug, he was always touching you when you hung out with friends, you both were obviously interested in each other but both were as inexperienced and shy as well. he sat in front of you waiting for the song to finish, but you really didn’t want it to. there were so many layers, skill in the engineering. he wasn’t a natural born musician but there was skill in his editing work. 

he was saying something to you. you slid on ear cuff off. “what was that.”

he went pink. “nothing just… you look cute in headphones.”

“I look cute in your headphones. they are so fancy. mine are from the discount pile.” you laughed. he smiled and fixxed the headphones back over your ears. your couldnt hear a thing he was saying to you but he was blushing. he was so fucking cute. “i cant hear you!” you said way too loudly. he had winced and laughed at the volume of your voice. 

he motioned for you to close your eyes. you did so. letting the music surround you, overpowering your other senses. but suddenly Kaminari was touching your arm, your hand. he rested your palm against his warm cheek, he kissed your fingers. you gulped, your eyes still closed. he scooted closer to you. you concentrated on the sounds in your ears. his hand slid along your jaw line and his thumb rested against your cheek. he was talking again but you couldnt hear the words, just felt his breath on your lips.

and then he kissed you. one small peak on the lips and then another. the third kiss lasted the longest. you reached out for him. gripping the sides of his face. your eyes still closed you pulled him close and deepened the awkward kiss. neither of you had any skill. when it was over you opened your eyes. he was smiling.

Kirishima:

Your knees hurt from your spot on the floor in the girl locker room. it was your turn to hold the phone. you all knew it was creepy and you were all being just as bad as Minata but you all just couldnt help it. today had just been one of those days to misbehave. you werent recording or anything, but if you held the camera up to the hole in the wall just right everyone would be able to see the goings on of the boys locker room, which honestly wasn’t as thrilling as you all had expected when the idea had been suggested. of course they talked but it was pretty easy to hear them through the wall. turns out all they did was just… get changed. 

No fluffy white towels just barely holding onto their hips, no wrestling under the showers, no slap-ass. nothing. just costume off, clothes on. a few of them would cloud the air with various body sprays. 

“this isnt as fun as i thought. the guys are always running around naked anyway.” Momo muttered. “Bakugo was literally standing in the fridge lastnight in his boxers.”

“i guess so…” you kept up the phone hoping to catch something good while the other girls wondered back to their lockers to get ready. and then Kirishima sat down on the bench directly in the view of the camera. and your heart skipped a beat. you were disgustingly in love with him. he had his pants on, his blazer and shirt over his arm while he pulled on his shoes. he was waving goodbye. the boys must be done. he sat quietly for a moment, then buried his face in his palms and took a breath. you got the feeling you shouldnt be watching, but your interest kept you locked in. he smacked his cheeks a little and ran his hands through his relaxed hair. he pulled out his phone and seemed to be playing with it for a moment before making a decision. 

“just fucking call her.” bakugo was a bad influence on him.

suddenly your camera turned off to show you an incoming call, Kirishima. “hey.” you answered. 

“hey are you out of the locker rooms yet?” he asked. 

“not yet.” pressed your eye to the hole trying to see him. this was weird.

“im just leaving i was wondering if you could meet me… ughh… down on the track when your done. real quick i just need some… notes from class.” you could see Kirishima pull the phone from his ear and smack himself in the head a few times. before continuing. 

“sure, ill be down soon.” you hung up. but kept watching him. the red head stood pulling his arms through his shirt, he seemed to be trying to pump himself up a little, then he left the locker room. 

You found him leaning against a wall down by the track. everything was shadowy and it was getting cold. “… Kirishima?” you asked. it was obvious something was going on here.

“hey… uhh… I wanted to tell you that you were really good at battle training today, sorry i punched you in the face tho…”

“i thought you wanted notes…”

“notes? oh yeah i did… for..”

“kirishima?”

“can i kiss you?” he wasnt even looking at you. he was trying to dig a hole with his shoe. 

“yes.” you breathed, shocked at yourself for just agreeing so easily. he was just so handsome in the setting sunlight. 

“Im sorry i didnt mean… its just i… yes?” he looked up at you. you placed your hand on his muscular arm and looked up at him waiting. 

“yes you can kiss me.” you repeated. “i want you to kiss-”

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours in a deep kiss. you both stood frozen as he pulled away. his mouth open showing you his sharp rows of teeth. “thank you.” he smiled. 

“we should do it again sometime. maybe after dinner and a movie.”

Todoroki:

you  followed where he led, your hand squeezed in his as he pulled you away from the party he father had put together. the giant home was filled with people who neither of you knew but all sucked up to Shouto because of who his father was. he had brought you along as his date, which would make sense since the two of you had been going on dates once a week or so. You had confessed to him how you felt on a whim, for some reason feeling brave that day and Shouto had actually responded. it didnt hurt that the first time you both had met, before you had known who he was you had been aggressively ranting to your friends about your dislike of Endeavor.  

Shouto led you to a small gazebo in his back yard. it was surrounded by gardens and there were twinkling lights tied around the bushed. it was a beautiful warm summer night. 

“i actually dont hate parties.” Shouto confessed. you stayed silent, letting him speak. “i like being around people and i like having fun and seeing people smiling.”

“the champagne isnt bad either.” oh yeah, and you had been supporting a half full flute in your free hand. you sipped at the bubbling liquid. it was your second glass and it was going to your head. 

“And the champagne as well.” he smiled taking a seat on the bench. you snuggled up close to his side and let him hook his arm around your waist. Shouto chatted on about how much he hated his father and listed all the reasons why he was the worst. you sipped on your drink happily enjoying the lights and the crickets in the garden.

“you know what would really make him mad.” you smiled. “if he walked out here and saw his son making out with a nobody like me.” it wasnt a secret that Endeavor didnt approve of his son courting you. in his eyes you didnt come from a wealthy family, and your quirk while useful added nothing to his gene pool. nothing that he was interested in anyway.

“your not nobody. Your my girlfriend.”Shouto snapped. 

“im your girlfriend now?” you poked at him. “and your my boyfriend i guess too right?”

“thats usually how it works.” he raised an eyebrow at you. 

“i dont know how ive gotten myself a boyfriend and still havent been kissed.” you laughed. maybe it was time to put the champagne down. 

“ive never been kissed either…”shouto muttered. 

“maybe we should just kiss eachother.” you smirk. gazing at him hungrily. Shouto nodded and then turned towards you, he leaned forward but paused. 

“should i… or do we meet in the middle…?” you were more in shock that he was actually kissing you. now here. like this. and you were drunk. why were you always drunk. you leaned forward and met his lips half way, kissing softly at first but the kiss deepened. it got more and more passionate, his hands holding your waist and then your neck, then knotting his fingers in your hair. his tongue danced over your lips and pushed into your mouth. neither of you knew what your were doing but you had seen lots of movies and the alcohol gave you the confidence to encourage him. 

the both of you sat like that for a long while, making out under the fairy lights as the summer air shilled your skin. when finally you both pulled away panting. you smiled at him.

“fuck you dad…” he muttered as he went in for another.

Shinso: 

you at on his bed as angry as you had ever been in your life. “and why not” you asked again. “i thought this was going well.”

“you dont understand, i want to im just…” Shinso was sitting in his desk chair, looking at his feet. “its not so easy to…”

“i want you do though. i want you.” you growled. “is it so much to ask for a kiss!?”

“no it isnt… but… it is.”he put his head in his hands. his body was tense and one of his legs shook uncontrollably fast. “its too easy for me to loose control, to not use my quirk.” he tried to explain. “All i need to do is to know what i want them to say. then i ask my question and they are mine. Do you have any idea how many times in the past ive accidentally used my quirk on someone. I brainwashed a classmate for an entire period because i had asked him for a eraser.”

it would have been a kind of funny story in a different situation. told by someone else. but in this situation, to shinso what it meant was that if he ever lost focus he could… in his mind he could hurt people he loved.

“i love you shinso.”

“i love you too.” 

“then why wont you have me.” you begged him. pleaded with him to accept you, to embrace you, to kiss you. 

“you know why.” he hissed. 

You stood up and caged him in against his chair, you gripped his chin and forced him to look up at you. all the hurt and rage you possessed burned in your eyes, but his gaze was much weaker. he broke eye contact. “please dont.” he spoke.

“I dont know what ill do without you Shinso…” you were on your knees before him, you rested your head on his lap and cried. he shook under you and pet your hair. 

“please…. please dont cry… dont…. not because of me.” he lifted your head. “if i kiss you will you promise…. please dont cry.” he begged.

“ask me to kiss you.” you demanded. “I need you to ask.”

“why.”

“because i trust you.”  

“but i dont trust me… its not fair… please dont put this… dont make me.” now it was his turn to cry.

“you wont. i know you wont.” you pet his cheek, brushing away the tears. You leaned forward and pushed your lips against his. he responded, his face still wet with tears. you both whispered ‘i love you’s back and forth between kisses. when you were both tired he gathered you up in a tight hug. you lead him to the bed and you let him make himself comfortable with his head on your chest.

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The best Christmas movies and TV shows to watch on Netflix

With much of us cooped up in our residences as well as divided from our friends and family, it can be a very grim time. Fortunate for us, there s lots of holiday magic to be located this Christmas. Netflix launched a ton of wonderful Xmas original movies as well as collection. So if you sanctuary t yet saw the lengthy awaited final thought to the Christmas Prince trilogy, A Royal Infant, here's your chance    Kristin Davis plays a mommy who plans a charming trip to Africa with her husband after their son heads away to college. Unfortunately for her, her husband selects a divorce rather. Certainly Davis determines to go to Africa anyway, probably to Eat Pray Love her impending separation blues away. And also considered that it s a holiday film, the chances seem astronomically high that she s misting likely to fall for Rob Lowe, that plays her pilot on her leg to Zambia. Additionally, Netflix guarantees us there are child elephants. netflix americana Captivate your brain with the coolest information from streaming to superheroes, memes to computer games. Snowstorm on Xmas Eve? Check. Secondary school seniors? Examine. An essential party to go to as well as a swiped keg? Inspect. If this isn t Xmas Superbad fulfills every John Hughes film ever, I ll be extremely let down. Kiernan Shipka will ideally be playing some sort of blonde Molly Ringwald. This animated initial originates from Despicable Me co-creator Sergio Pablos and also includes a fantastic actors of voice actors consisting of Jason Schwartzman, Rashida Jones as well as J.K. Simmons. It s additionally regarding a postal staff member, however I m going to provide it the benefit of the doubt that it s full with Xmas magic. Vanessa Hudgens ends up being pals with a medieval knight that winds up in present-day Ohio. I m presuming this is going to be a Christmas-version of Kate & Leopold, which I m entirely OK with. Plus, Emmanuelle Chriqui co-stars and also the tween lady in me is very thrilled to see if she s still as beautiful as she remained in Snow Day. A radio DJ widower and also daddy of 4 loses his task right prior to Xmas, due to the fact that obviously they live in a world loaded with uncaring beast human beings. Chances are high this is misting likely to be the biggest tearjerker on the checklist. If you haven t seen A Christmas Royal prince or the sequel A Xmas Prince: The Royal Wedding celebration, quit what you're doing and also instantly go watch them. The movies concentrate on Amber, a reporter that openly lies to the international leaders of the imaginary country Adevia which I m pretty sure would be illegal? Yet Netflix doesn’t appear too worried about exactly how laws work in Adevia and also winds up weeding their royal prince. In the second flick, they obtain wed. This time around they're having a baby. Sorry for the looters. Vanessa Hudgens stars as not one yet two characters-- and also of course, among them is a princess. Taking ideas from Mark Twain s The Royal prince and the Destitute, The Princess Change sees skilled baker Stacy replace Girl Margaret Delacour, Duchess of Montenaro, that s hopeless for break of the limelight. But things obtain made complex along with pleasant, lovely as well as all that great stuff, when she discovers a regular life may be a long-term dream. If you like it, take a look at The Princess Change: Switched Again. The politest, loveliest and also most delightfully British show in the affordable cooking scene is true blessing us with one more holiday. It s difficult to state what I'm most excited about, but it ll probably be co-host Noel Fielding s outstanding outfits. The rainbow sweatshirt in the coupon image is everything. Cant wait till Nov. for your British Baking solution? Don t sweat. The present season is still streaming new episodes every Friday. What a gorgeous calamity of a show. I cannot wait for Nicole Byer s Christmas themed jokes and all the horrible looking Santas in store for us. Plus, this period has a multitude of hilarious celebrity judges, from Maya Rudolph to Jason Matsoukis. Dennis Quaid is playing a character called Don Quinn. I'm not also going to inform you what the story s about. I just want you to invest the rest of your day questioning if he was used the role due to the fact that it s so similar to his own name, if Quaid had Netflix change the character s name to another comparable to his, or if it's a complete coincidence. When I finally get a possibility to see Merry Happy Whatever, I expect to invest the whole duration of the film disputing this very important inquiry. Netflix additionally declares the personality highly thinks there's the Quinn way ... and the upside-down. What does it all imply? Please feel free to tweet me your conspiracy theory concepts now. A Christmas-themed period of Sugar Thrill? Yes please! Netflix has made certain we ll have lots of food preparation reveals to enjoy this holiday, and I'm right here for it. This season includes a number of guest courts, consisting of Tiffani Thiessen and also Olympic gold medallist Meryl Davis.