#Like 10 years too late or however long it's been since that movie came out lmao;;

[delivish]

"Get in the fucking robot..."

Haven't been posting snippets here, my bad!! PacRim AU anyone?

🤖⃤

Karen McCormick’s funeral was a somber affair. 

Of course, Butters thought. This was a funeral. It was sad whenever anyone died. 

Or, at least, it should have been, but the fact of the matter was that death was so much a part of their lives here that they barely registered the losses anymore. Funerals on the Nimitz-class supercarrier True Glory were a monthly occurrence, but when Kaiju attacks were high, there might be a service every week, clinical and perfunctory and brief. One of the sergeants might say a few words, or Father Maxi would lead them in a quick prayer. They’d snap a quick salute. The captain would open the hatches, and then they’d launch the biodegradable burial pods out to sea to return to the womb of the earth from whence they came. Assuming you were ever found, or there was enough of you to bury, of course. 

Done and done. 

The Kaiju had been particularly fierce this month, with battles raging on multiple fronts, and they’d been busier than ever on the supercarrier, tensions high. It felt horrible to admit, but the funerals had become an almost welcome relief from the endless chores and brutal training sessions. 

Butters always whispered along with the prayers and saluted even if the officers couldn't see him, holding it until those burial pods finally sank below the churning waves, his empty eye socket throbbing with phantom pain under his patch. Some of the other boys thought he was being a kiss-ass, but it only felt right. 

None of the prospective pilots would ever say this where their superior officers could overhear, but they even had a name for it: feeding the fish. 

Did you hear what happened to so-and-so? 

Yeah, he’s feeding the fish. 

And then they’d shake their heads in pity and pour one out for the dead or shrug and snort derisively if the person hadn’t been particularly liked. 

But no one ever, ever made too many jokes. To be a pilot, even a pilot-in-training, was to stare death in the face. Any of them could be next. 

None of them had ever expected it would be Karen, though. 

Butters glanced over at the pilots. It was rare to see them all gathered in one spot. They had one, maybe two, here at any given time. The pilots spent most of their time off fighting in the field or shuttling between the other supercarriers, carrying out missions of presumably life and death importance. Their faces were caught in glimpses, their exploits recounted with no fair amount of awe and embellishment — the pilots were the closest thing they had to celebrities. 

Kenny McCormick’s face was streaked with tears, his head lowered, shoulders bowed. 

Some of the other pilots had gathered in a semi-circle around him in a show of support — Kyle Broflovski, one-half of the Jaeger team Super Best Friends, stood to Kenny’s left. Stanley Marsh, his partner, stood on his right, and as Butters watched, he placed a hand on the small of Kenny’s back, grounding, comforting touch. Kenny leaned into him. 

Butters forced himself to look away. The excitement amongst the trainees was palpable. Hundreds of young men and women joined the Jaeger training program every year in the hopes of becoming pilots someday. Half of them washed out of basic in the first six months, and the other half wouldn’t make it through combat training. Very few who joined the program ever made it to the end — those who trained Jaeger pilot hopefuls like himself trained them with the intention of breaking their spirits so they could be remade better, stronger, more disciplined, and maintained relentless tactics to exemplify the mercilessness of the Kaiju the trainees hoped to face in battle as pilots. Anyone who scrubbed out still qualified for officer positions, but for many of them, that was tantamount to failure all the same: you weren’t worthy. To be a pilot was to be in a separate class of your own. 

Butters felt more than he heard Craig take a breath beside him. He hardly had to look to know who he was staring at; even amongst the pilot-elite, he stood out. 

Tweek Tweak. 

“Can you see him?” Butters whispered. He glanced around nervously, then pitched his voice even lower. “Pilot Tweak— is he like everyone described?” 

“Shh,” Craig hissed back. 

[weirdkpopgirl]

Falling Apart | Jeno Imagine #10

Title: Falling Apart

Genre: Angst, friends to lovers (kinda)

Warnings: mentions of drinking, reader has a breakdown (nothing new lol)

Word Count: ~1.1k

Author's Note: Lately, it feels like I've been trapped in the dark again (but I'm okay). But I can't help but put whatever is going on my head into words, and I chose Jeno for this because he seems like that type of friend who's silently there for you. He's very caring with his members, like how he was by Jisung's side when he was crying at the Dream Show 1. Jeno is the type of person I would trust being vulnerable with. Anyway, hope you enjoy reading ^ ^

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Jeno could hear the faint sound of beer cans shifting within the bag as he walked up the stairs to your apartment. The dark sky above him was illuminated by the usual city lights, along with the full moon casting its glow tonight. 

As he neared your place, an unusual wave of nervousness washed over him. His decision to come here had been an impulsive, last-minute choice on his part. Earlier, he had been at Chenle’s house with the others for their bi-monthly movie night. However, he was perplexed when he saw your message in the group chat saying you couldn’t make it tonight. While the guys did express their wishes that you were here with them, Jeno felt your absence more than anyone in the room.

He wasn’t really thinking when they were onto the second movie, and Jeno decided he couldn’t take it anymore. With most of the guys already asleep, he slipped out of Chenle’s place without drawing any attention. Eighteen minutes later, Jeno found himself standing outside your apartment. He hesitated for a moment before pressing the doorbell, anticipating your reaction.

Your surprise was evident when you opened the door, and a slight blush was quick to form across your cheeks. Your current attire wasn’t exactly fitting for socializing, as you wore a white long-knit cardigan over your dark gray house clothes. 

Despite feeling embarrassed, you greeted him softly. “Hey Jeno. Aren’t you supposed to be at Chenle’s?”

“Yeah, but it didn’t feel the same without you there,” Jeno mumbled sheepishly, scratching his head before holding up the black plastic bag in his hand. “And I thought you might want some company since it’s a Friday night and all.”

His words caused a small smile to spread across your face. However, you were conflicted because a part of you didn’t want to let him in, knowing you weren’t in the right state to see people. But you didn’t have the heart to turn him away, knowing he came all the way here to be a good friend. So reluctantly, you took a step back and opened the door further so he could come inside.

Jeno quickly removed his sneakers and eagerly followed you into the living room. The two of you settled on the floor by the coffee table. The canned beer was cold against your fingertips as you opened them, the soft click of the tabs echoing in the quiet room. 

The two of you exchanged quiet smiles as your cans clinked against each other in a toast. Your chins lifted in sync as you both took your first sips of the alcoholic beverage. Shortly after you placed your can down on a coaster, Jeno followed suit.

“You doing okay?” he asked, breaking the short silence between you two.

The concern in his question was understandable, considering your lack of presence at a gathering that even the most antisocial person, like yourself, wouldn’t typically miss. 

You responded almost too quickly, letting out a light chuckle. “Yeah, of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”

However, Jeno could see through your feigned nonchalance. He somewhat predicted you’d brush him off, given he’s known you for over a year. In your friend group, there was Donghyuck and Chenle who were always the loudest, with Renjun occasionally joining in to argue. Then there was Mark and Jisung trying to be the mediators, while he and Jaemin watched things unfold in amusement. Out of everyone, you were always the quiet one, seemingly unperturbed by anything. 

“You can be honest with me, (Y/n),” he insisted gently.

Your fingers curled around the green can, applying slight pressure. He caught a flicker of vulnerability passing through your eyes before you lowered your gaze to the wooden table.

“I just…I just feel like I’m falling apart,” you confessed quietly, your resolve finally crumbling.

You paused to exhale shakily, feeling the weight of your emotions that you’d kept bottled up long past their expiration date. 

“I’m so tired of holding it all together,” you said, your voice cracking with emotion. “Pretending like everything’s fine when it’s not.”

Jeno listened carefully and nodded lightly in understanding. “You don’t have to pretend with me. Suppressing your emotions won’t make them disappear.”

Before you could register it, your cheek began to feel wet and your hands instinctively moved to cover your eyes. Fresh, hot tears soaked through your fingers as your shoulders trembled. You tried to stop the flow, but they continued unabated.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, the self-conscious part of you horrified at the act of crying in front of someone. And not just anyone, but Jeno.

The dark-haired male reached out to gently pat your shoulder. “It’s okay,” he whispered, his touch offering a comforting presence. Despite feeling humiliated, you sensed the sincerity in his words.

“It’s just…everyone expects me to be strong and level-headed when I’m not either of those things in reality,” you sobbed, tears continuing to spill out mercilessly. “No one can see that I’m suffering. No one cares.”

Although Jeno wasn’t great at showing it, hearing this from you made his heart sink. He had no idea you had been fighting this mental battle. Shame filled him for not recognizing your struggles sooner. 

With his hand still on your shoulder, he spoke softly. “I care, (Y/n). More than I probably should, actually.

Amidst your breakdown, you picked up on the subtle implication in his response and your gaze flickered up to look at him with confusion. 

A small sigh left Jeno’s lips. He didn’t intend for his feelings to be revealed in this way. But this was not the time to have that conversation. 

“I know you don’t need a confession right now,” he said, shaking his head before meeting your eyes once more. “But…can I hug you?”

At first glance, Jeno didn’t seem like the type of person to be physically affectionate, even with friends. However, after knowing personally you learned just how much of a softie he could be. Of course, he wasn’t touchy with you out of respect. But you often witnessed this behavior with Jaemin since they were pretty close.

Your breath caught in your throat, your heart pounding with uncertainty. Usually, you weren’t someone who liked to be physically comforted—or perhaps you weren’t used to it. Yet, the idea of being hugged by Jeno didn’t sound too bad at that moment.

So you nodded, and he scooted over to wrap his arms around you. His embrace was firm yet gentle, not overwhelming. Enveloped in Jeno’s arms, you felt a warmth spread through your chest, a sense of solace you hadn’t known you needed. He let you cry into his shoulder, patting your back soothingly.

Despite the chaos of your inner turmoil, your feelings for Jeno didn’t feel so platonic anymore after that night. Or maybe there had always been something there that you never gave a second thought to before. Either way, Jeno was the safest place for you right now. 

Even as everything seemed to fall apart, he was there to reassure you that you didn’t have to be alone anymore.

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[bowelfly]

while i usually keep this blog focused on art and bugs, movies are my third big passion, and since i don't believe in streaming services i don't have a spotify wrapped for 2022 to show off but i do have a letterboxd account so i felt like going through my 2022 movie watching stats. this post is basically for me alone and will be obnoxiously long so i'll put in a read more thing here out of courtesy:

ooh so close to almost 1000 hours of movies! still 718 films is pretty good, though that does also include around 80 or so shorts, mostly animations, that i also logged.

i was averaging around 2 movies per day for the year. being 500 miles away from all your friends, family, and partner does give you a lot of free time it turns out. the most movies i watched in a single week, december 10-16, was 28. the weeks i only watched a couple things were either when i was visiting my partner or too depressed to even watch movies

one of the things i've done this year to keep myself sane in isolation was to stream movies for friends. however since i have multiple non-overlapping friend groups, there were a number of movies i watched multiple times because i have a deep psychological and emotional need to share weird shit with the people i care about. NOVA SEED, FANTASY MISSION FORCE, and BUDDHA'S PALM were the triple crown winners this year.

i only watched 7 movies that came out in 2022. my sweet spot is genre movies made from the late 70s through the mid-90s which you can see clearly if you look at my lifetime stats. predictably, i have very strong opinions about practical effects and stunts and film stock

my ratings spread for 2022 is about what it normally is for other years with a lot of things ending up in the 3.5-4 star range. maybe i'm just generous with my stars or maybe i just like what i like and try to not watch things i won't like unless they're bad in a fun way but i really feel like i've been moving away from the whole so-bad-its-good thing over the years and focusing on things that i unironically like--though these are often films that other people do categorize as bad or so-bad-its-good.

my most watched actors is a bunch of golden age hong kong dudes because i went super hard on the kung fu and wuxia films this year. like about half of these are big name stars and the other half are less well-known character actors that still are in like 200 movies playing assorted emperors and evil administrators. really glad to see my main man lo lieh running away with first place. he's most well known for playing evil white-haired kung fu masters usually named pai mei or variations of that, but he's also played the protagonist or antihero of a number of great films like FIVE FINGERS OF DEATH or THE FUGITIVE (1972, not the harrison ford one). my favorite role of his is without question Bi Gu of East Island the rascally kung fu wizard who hollers his name from offscreen before every time he enters a scene in BUDDHA'S PALM (1982).

also very pleased to see one of my favorite american character actors, brion james squeaking his way onto the list, though sad that he got separated from his best friend and frequent collaborator tim thomerson, who i think is just below the cut here.

most watched directors. i've been a huge fan of the very recently deceased albert pyun for years now, largely on the strength of his absolute god-tier masterpiece NEMESIS (1992) though he has a number of other very entertaining movies (RADIOACTIVE DREAMS, CYBORG) and also a cavalcade of very bad movies that are nonetheless all fascinating in their own ways. i could go on about him at length but this post is long enough. maybe another time.

other than that, chor yuen (THE MAGIC BLADE, DESCENDANT OF THE SUN) and chang cheh (CRIPPLED AVENGERS, FIVE ELEMENT NINJAS) are gods of early wuxia cinema and fucking rule, and keita amemiya's 90s work (ZEIRAM, MECHANICAL VIOLATOR HAKAIDER, CYBER NINJA) are pinnacles of kickass japanese practical effects work.

i also watched a lot of russ meyer and john waters films because i'm a pevert.

this is mostly just a reminder to check out my WUXIA WIZARD WARS tumblr post and letterboxd list if you like movies about wizards shooting lasers at each other and summoning fucked up monsters and shit like that

finally, because i have a brain disease, i made a list of the 100 best films i watched this year, mostly first-time watches but probably like 15-20 rewatches that i especially enjoyed or think more people should know about or give another shot. if i didn't already have way too many projects i'd consider setting up another sideblog just going through all these one by one with reviews and screenshots but that's a lot of work and i am a tired old man. i might give an occasional highlight post like i did for THE BARON AGAINST THE DEMONS

and i guess that's about it? this has been an especially heavy year for golden age hong kong kung fu and wuxia films but i explored a lot of other interesting places and times and genres and microgenres and have a lot more i plan on checking out next year. i've got stacks and stacks of unwatched japanese V-cinema and pinku violence and kaiju and tokusatsu films; tons of giallo and hammer horror and eurotrash lesbian vampire flicks; classic westerns, revisionist westerns, spaghetti westerns; SOV horror, eastern european stop motion, hong kong CAT III sleaze, russian postapocalyptic dirges, poliziotteschi, krimi, and noir films; AIP and PM Entertainment action schlock; italian mad max ripoffs, italian alien ripoffs, italian conan ripoffs; approximately 300 movies with NINJA, BLOOD, or SHAOLIN in their titles; and probably some other shit too.

finally, if you've made it this far and you're a nasty little film freak like me i'll let you in on a secret: i have copies of every single one of these movies on my hard drive. literally thousands of movies dug out of dozens of digital dumpsters with my own two greasy grabby raccoon paws. if any of them particularly catch your interest but you can't find a copy, well you can maybe slip old professor bfly a little private request and get yourself a copy of whatever you need. it may take some time since i only have so many google drive accounts unless someone wants to subsidize a deluxe mega.nz subscription for me to mass-upload things to. i also have a soulseek account sharing the entire hoard but it's very slow and not always online but you can DM me for that as well. again though you may have to be patient because i am old and tired and slow and have a full time job and a hundred dumb hobbies and social anxiety and generalized brain damage

happy new year everyone now go watch a movie about some dudes kicking the shit out of each other for me

[julesclues]

100 Things I Love About You

Warnings: mentions of violence

Word count: 5.98k

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson x f!reader

A/n: pretend the movie “When Harry Met Sally” came out in ‘86 instead of ‘89; not proof read :0

Summary: Eddie writes you a letter that contains 100 things that he loves about you / reasons why he loves you. Best friends to lovers. (Inspo from 10 Things I Hate About You but reversed kinda).

You and Eddie had been friends since freshman year. You were the same age, and had graduated when he was supposed to. However, that didn’t stop you from hanging out with him and the rest of the boys.

And that definitely didn’t stop him from falling in love with you.

When your 20th birthday came along, you had a small party containing the boys from Hellfire, as well as Steve and Robin. Sitting in the living room, you started to open gifts. “Okay! Now for Eddie’s,” you say with excitement, and go to grab the envelope. He grabs your wrist though, making you, and everyone else, tilt their head in confusion. “If it’s okay,” he says with uncertainty, “can you open this after the party? It’s kinda personal.” He scratches the back of his neck in nervousness, but you smile and shove the envelope in your back pocket. “Of course Eddie. Okay, let’s get to Dustin’s then!”

A couple hours later, it had reached midnight. It was no longer your birthday. Which everyone then took as an excuse to leave. It was getting late anyways, so you understood why they wanted to get home as fast as they could. Besides, you were anxious to open Eddie’s letter and read what was so important that you couldn’t read in front of anyone else.

At your house, it had just been you and Eddie now as it hit 1am. Your parents were on vacation, so you two had the house to yourself. Making your way to your room, Eddie quickly followed behind. “So,” you exclaim all giggly. “What’s with this mysterious letter, Munson?” Eddie chuckles nervously behind you, making you kind of worry as you sit on your bed with a bounce. He closes the door behind you guys, and follows you on the bed. “It’s a surprise, sweetheart.” You still heard the nervousness in his voice, but chose not to comment on it. You thought it would only make him more nervous.

You grab the letter out of your back pocket and open it.

To the lovely Y/n L/n.

You smiled up at Eddie and saw how intensely he was watching you. “What is this, Eds?”

“Just read it, it’s okay. Just promise me that you won’t stop reading until the end?”

“I promise.” And with that, you unfold the letter. There were two pages that were stapled together, with writing on the front and the back. So with that, you began to read it.

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Y/n. Sweetheart. Happy 20th birthday. I’m sorry I couldn’t buy you anything, you know how broke I am. So instead, I came up with this stupid idea. You once told me how you wished someone would list things they loved about you after we watched When Harry Met Sally. So, of course, I took that as a challenge. Here are 100 things I love about you.

Your laugh. I love the way you throw your head back and close your eyes when I say something that’s just mildly funny. Your laugh is my favorite sound.

Your eyes. I particularly love when we hang out at night and I see the moon reflect in them. They shine so bright to the point where I can easily get lost in them if I stare too long.

Your kindness. I am obsessed with the cookies you always bake for Hellfire. The little designs you make are definitely not perfect but I wouldn’t trade them for the world. I know the boys wouldn’t either. I also love how you didn’t run away from me when we first met, even though you knew I was am the town freak.

Your style. Sure, you don’t dress like me (which is obviously the perfect style), but your outfits always make my day. Especially when you’re wearing a Hellfire shirt? I’m so glad I gave you one, sweetheart.

Your curiosity. I love when you always ask me about how to play dnd and no matter what, you always tend to ask questions. I also love how curious you are about how to play my guitar. You suck at it, but I still love to hear you play.

Your intelligence. You always find ways to inform me about things without making me feel stupid or small. Not only do I love teaching you things, but I love when you teach me.

Your hair. It looks absolutely perfect in my opinion. The way you wear it everyday makes me want to compliment you all the time. Every time I see someone with hair remotely the same as yours, I always think of you.

Your honesty. Even when I don’t want you to be honest, you are. And I thank you for that. I’m glad you don’t let me go out of the house looking like a slob, and you’ll tell me straight up if I have something between my teeth.

Your energy. You’re always so bright and energetic. Even if I’m having an off day, it never lasts long because you always find a way to get me bubbly, just like you.

Your ability to calm me down. You know how Jason is always pissing me the fuck off. But for some reason, you are the only one who can calm me down. Whenever you put your hands on my shoulders or cup my face and tell me to just breathe, I do exactly that. You’re my calm.

Your beauty. I’ve never met anyone who is, in the slightest degree, as beautiful as you. Of course I’ve seen other girls with your color hair and eyes, but none of them, and I mean none, can even compare to you. Your beauty deserves to be shared with the entire world, but for now, I’m glad I have the good fortune of being one of the few people who can really take you in.

Your reliability. Whenever we need a sub for Hellfire, boom, you’re there, even though you don’t really know how to play. Whenever I need help in math or english, boom, you’re there to tutor me even if you’re not doing so well yourself. I can rely on you to be there for me in a flash, and have never doubted you for a second.

Your voice. It’s music to my ears, sweetheart. Sometimes you retell stories but I don’t care because I’d hear you speak till the end of time. I love when you tell stories to the boys and you change your voice sometimes depending on who you’re imitating. When you’re imitating me, I love it the most. It makes me chuckle.

You care about my happiness. Whenever I’m having a bad day, you always find a way to cheer me up. “I want you to be happy, Eds.” No one has ever really cared about how I feel besides Uncle Wayne. Thank you, Y/n.

Your nicknames for me. I love how you call me Eds, pretty boy, Eddie the Banished, and dungeon master. The way they roll off your tongue makes my heart so full.

Your creativity. Though you don’t know a lot about dnd, I still admire how you help me create campaigns for our Hellfire meetings. You come up with so many ideas (I perfect them though) and they’re things that I would never even think of half the time.

Your humor. You always find ways to crack a joke, even if they’re the most stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. And yet, I always laugh. I don’t know why, I just do. Well actually, I think I laugh at them to see your smile. Yeah.. that’s it.

Your smile. You can light up a whole city with that damn thing, Y/n L/n. Your smile is more beautiful than my guitar. Hell, you’re more beautiful than my guitar.

Your drive to keep going. You never tend to give up, no matter how much that seems like the only option. This is especially true during class and when we’re studying together. “I’m almost done, Eds. Just let me answer one more question,” you’ll say. And I love it.

Your sense of adventure. You always want to go somewhere with me, whether you’ve been there or not. I’ll never forget the time we went to Lover’s Lake and you just jumped in the water. It was like March, the water was insanely cold. Yet, you were still laughing and giggling with those blue lips of yours. It took hours to warm you up, but I loved hugging you to do so.

Your hugs. Feeling your body close against mine is a feeling I’ll never forget. You instantly calm me down when you hug me, and I love to hold you whenever you want me to. Ask me for a hug L/n, and a hug is what you shall receive. No questions asked.

You let me see you cry. I know being vulnerable is pretty difficult for you, so I’m glad you feel comfortable enough around me to cry. I’m proud of you, sweetheart. I’m sorry I don’t tell you more often.

You let me cry. Being vulnerable for me is difficult too. My whole life, I was told crying isn’t for boys, and that if I want to be a man, crying is the last thing I’m supposed to do. But when you hold me while I cry into your shoulder, I feel okay. Like everything bad in my life is instantly gone. Because of you.

You accept me. I’m not accepted by like, anyone, besides the boys in Hellfire. But you never once judged me and looked past my reputation as the town freak. I’ll forever be grateful for that. For you.

Your protective nature. I love how you protect me and the boys. From Jason, from jocks, from danger in general. I remember when Jason once pushed me to the ground and you punched him right in the nose. I’ve never once seen you that mad. I swear, there was smoke coming out of those pretty little ears.

Your gentle side. You’re always so gentle and relaxing with me. I love how whenever you see me clench my fist in anger, you whisper to me to calm down and smile at me. Now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you get mad (besides punching Jason, of course).

Your touches. The way you twist the rings on my fingers when you’re nervous or the way your hand rests on my thigh subconsciously, makes me swoon. I love it and I never want it to stop. Don’t ever stop.

Your love for children. The way you take care of the freshman just proves you have a good heart. You protect them as much as you protect me and never treat them differently. “Dustin, I promise, I believe Suzie is real. Screw everyone else,” I remember you once said. I still don’t believe she’s real, but okay.

Your loyalty. I’ll never forget when I first met you and didn’t really know you that well. Jason and his little posse came up to you while you were sitting with us at lunch, asking if you could “ditch us” and “sit with them instead.” You just laughed and told him to fuck off, saying you were with us and didn’t plan on leaving. It was right then and there that I knew. Knew what, you may be asking yourself? Just wait until the end of this letter, okay? Trust me.

The way you trust me. I remember when we were in the Upside Down and you admitted you were scared. I held you and whispered to you to trust me, that everything was going to be okay. Then, I felt your heart beat instantly slow down.

The way I trust you. I trust you when you say you won’t leave me. Which is rare, because everyone who has ever said that to me, has (spoiler alert) left me. But not you. You’re different, Y/n. In such a good way.

The fact that I feel safe with you. In the Upside Down, I was shitting bricks, obviously. But I felt better that you were by my side. Sure, I was, of course, scared for your safety. But at the same time, I don’t think I would’ve made it out without you.

Your music taste. Even though I hate to admit it, Abba isn’t so bad. Please don’t ever tell anyone I said that. Whenever I hear pop music, now I can’t help but think of you.

The way you dance. You dance as if no one is watching and it’s the cutest thing ever in my eyes. The way you bounce around to Tears for Fears, Queen, and The Smiths, makes me smile so hard that I just have to join you.

Your willingness to listen to me. I think you’re the only one in the world who actually wants to listen to me speak. You take in what I say and offer your own insight, which I love. It’s never mean or critical. You only say things that’ll help me or improve whatever I’m speaking to you about.

How you always say what’s on your mind, even if it’s not relevant to the conversation. I love whenever we are sitting in my trailer in silence, and you’ll say the most random shit. “If olive oil is made of olives, what is baby oil made of?” I remember you once saying. Then I replied, “Y/n, it’s fucking 3am.” I love the way your mind works, sweetheart.

The way you get along with Uncle Wayne. He absolutely loves you. I think he might love you more than he loves me, honestly. But I love how you connect with him and how you’re able to get him talking about random things. He’s introverted for the most part but with you? He’s a whole different person.

The way you care for animals. I remember once during sophomore year we were just strolling through the woods near school, and you saw an injured bird. Almost immediately, you got down to its level and picked it up. “Eddie, we have to take it to the vet!” You said. So, of course, we drove down there. The vet said you saved its life. I think that’s when I first realized how you don’t just have a pretty face, but you also have a pretty heart.

Your love of trying new things. You always find new things to do or try, which I absolutely love. You have a different hobby almost every week, as well as a new favorite food almost every day.

The way you tilt your head when you’re confused about something. God, you’re so cute when you do that. It makes me want to confuse you a bit more just so you keep that expression. Sorry, is that weird to say? I really hope not.

The way you won’t eat crust on bread. You always say how it’s just “extra bread” and you could feed it to the birds instead. You’ve actually got me taking off the crust of my sandwiches now. I didn’t even realize I was doing it until Uncle Wayne pointed it out one day.

Your optimism. You’re always so excited about the future, it makes me so happy. It makes me excited and actually motivated to graduate. I especially love how you always include me in the future with you. “It’s gonna be so good, Eds! Just me and you, and Wayne of course. You’re gonna graduate this year, I know it. It’s your year!”

The way you look at me. Whenever we’re speaking, you always look me in the eyes. It makes me want to speak more, just so I can have your full attention. It might just be wishful thinking, but sometimes I think you look at me the same way I look at you.

The way you sleep. Okay, I’m aware that sentence sounds very creepy, but hear me out. You look so peaceful when you’re sleeping, like a whole goddamn angel. Whenever you rest your head in my lap after a long day or on my shoulder, I always freeze. I get scared that if I move, you’ll move too and I’ll be cold without you sleeping on me.

The way you say my name. When I was younger, I hated my name. Even “Eddie” I didn’t like. I just felt like it didn’t fit me. But the second I heard that name fall out of your mouth, I realized I wouldn’t change it for the world. I have the most amazing fucking name ever.

Your weird love for Cabbage Patch Kids. I personally find those little shits so creepy. But every time I see one of them, I can’t help but think of you. “But they’re so cute, Eddie!” You always say. Sorry sweetheart, but you will not convince me to ever buy one of those. Nope.

Your inability to solve a Rubik’s cube. I think it’s so cute how you twist and turn the cube but just can’t do it. It’s so funny when you get a little frustrated. “Y/n, we’re gonna be late for school,” I say (even though I hate school). “Wait! I think I’ve done it!” You didn’t do it.

The way you take care of me when I’m sick. Remember that time I had like, 103 degree fever and was insanely contagious but you still stayed with me? Made me soup and checked my temperature every hour to make sure I was okay, put an ice pack on my head to cool the fever? I felt so loved. I’m still so shocked you didn’t get sick too.

The fact that you like my hair in a bun. I always used my hair as a way to cover my face, more so my side profile, but after you said you loved my hair up, I always find an excuse to put it in a bun. I have to admit, you’ve got me liking it now.

The fact that when we are having a fight, you call it a disagreement instead because you say a “fight sounds too mean” and “it’s us against the problem, not us against each other.”

The way you always make sure I’m fed. One morning I remember I had stayed over night by accident and we were running late for school. You asked me how many leftover slices of pizza I wanted for lunch. I said just one. You said okay. But when I opened my lunch box that day, I don’t think I had ever smiled wider. There were two slices, wrapped nicely in tin foil.

The way you healed my loneliness. Every time we’re hanging out together, I realized that I never want our time to end. I find myself driving slower just to hit red lights more often, just so I can sit in the car longer with you. I love how you make me want to not be alone.

Your advice. You always find the right words to say, at exactly the right time. Especially when it has to do with something with Jason. “Eddie, if you hit him back then people are going to assume you started the fight. You need to pick and choose your battles.” From now on, I only hit him if he insults you.

The way you reassure me. I don’t think I’ve ever believed anyone when they’ve told me words of encouragement or affirmation. But with you? I believe every word. “You’re nothing like your father, do you understand me? Nothing, Eddie Munson.” I don’t think I ever thanked you for saying that. Thank you, Y/n.

Your singing voice. I’m gonna be 100% honest with you sweetheart, you suck at singing. Karaoke? No, not for you. But.. I love it. The way you get so happy and giddy while singing off tune and a little ahead because you’re so excited? I can’t help but laugh in admiration.

Your silliness. I love how you always indulge in my stupid fantasy stories, even if you don’t understand them half the time. You always find ways to make silly voices and dance around and pretend with me. I love it.

The fact that you always ask for my opinion. I remember when everyone was trying to decide what to do for my birthday and you shut everyone up, turned to me, and smiled. “What do you wanna do, Eds?” Best birthday ever.

You remember little details about me. I remember once how we were at that diner on Crane Street, and I ordered a milkshake. When it came, it had whipped cream on it. “Excuse me,” you said to the waitress. “He doesn’t like whipped cream.” I remember smiling so hard because of the fact that you didn’t forget.

The way you make me say “I promise” when you’re unsure about something. “I have a bad feeling,” you once said. “I get those,” I replied. “They go away if you wait long enough.” I remember you smiling at me and tilting your head. “Promise?” I promised like 10 times. I love seeing your face light up when I say that I promise.

The way you trace my tattoos with your finger tips. I now tend to find excuses to wear short sleeves, just so you can touch my tattoos. It gives me goosebumps when you trace them, but I love it. It’s another way that you can calm me down.

The way you support me and my band. You’ve come to ever gig we’ve ever had. You always smile so widely and stand up to clap after we sing. I’m so happy you’re our number one fan. I think that deserves some free merch, huh?

The fact that you defend me. I remember meeting your parents for the first time in sophomore year, and they instantly hated me. But no matter how much they tried to convince you I was a bad person, you kept defending me. I’ll never forget that.

Your scent. Damn, I could’ve worded that differently, huh? I just mean I love the perfume you use. Every single time I smell it, whether it’s in the store or on Robin or something, I always think of you. You need to tell me the name of that so I can buy it for you as a gift.

How you use my words and phrases. I love whenever I hear you say “oh my ozzy,” instead of “oh my god.” It legit makes me swoon that you’ve picked up on my vocabulary and incorporated it into yours.

The fact that you always want to go whenever I am. I remember once Steve and Robin invited you to go roller skating with them. You turned to me and asked if I was going. When I said no, you turned to them and apologized, saying you weren’t going to go either. I’m glad you love to hang out with me.

The fact that you always take pictures of me. I usually hate photos that include me. But whenever you turn your Polaroid camera to me and tell me to smile, I can’t help but do exactly that. I remember once you told me to smile and I started to tickle you, and the picture came out all shaky but you had the brightest smile planted on your face. Still my favorite picture to this day.

Your stubbornness. When we were at Lover’s Lake and both Robin and Nancy jumped after Steve, I remember you were about to as well. I begged you not to, but you just held my face in your hands and said, “Eddie, either you follow me into the water, or you stay here. But I’m going. You can’t stop me.” And you jumped in. So obviously, I jumped in right after you. I couldn’t let you go alone. I hate that you’re so stubborn but love it at the same time.

Your clumsiness. I think it’s almost everyday where you tell me you have a mysterious bruise on your body. “Where’d you get that bruise from?” I’ll ask. You always just shrug. “No clue!” How the fuck do you not know? You’re so cute.

Your cleanliness. I love how well you clean up both yourself and your environment. Your room is always so organized whenever I come over (very opposite to me), and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you once look dirty (except our time in the Upside Down, but that doesn’t count).

When you worry about me. You didn’t leave my side once during my 3 week stay at the hospital, and I thank you for that. I remember Steve telling me how when I was in that coma for a couple days, you didn’t eat or sleep or drink. I also (briefly) remember when I was in your lap in the Upside Down. You were crying for me, and I’m so sorry I worried you the way I did.

Your hands. I hope that’s also not weird to say, but I love the way they look. Especially when you’re wearing one of my rings too? It makes me weak in the knees, sweetheart.

Your soul. I feel like the universe specifically handmade you and placed you in my path. I truly believe you saved my life, and there’s no one else I’d rather have done so. Thank you.

The way you have to sleep with a nightlight on. I think it’s adorable how you need some sort of light in the room before you can sleep. Now I make sure that whenever you’re over, I have a light for you. I want you to feel safe.

Your confidence. I love how you stand up for yourself when it comes to Jason. I remember once he told you about how you were ugly and I was ready to beat his face in. But you just laughed, and gave him the finger. “Seems like you’re projecting your own feelings there, Carver. Leave me the fuck alone.” I remember smirking and flipping him off as well. I loved seeing how shocked he was.

Your patience. I’m so grateful how patient you are with me. The way you understand if I get frustrated, or if I need space. I remember once I yelled at you, and it broke my heart almost instantly. I regretted it immediately. But you just smiled at me, and pulled me into a hug. “It’s okay Eddie, I know you’re just stressed. Just relax. It’s okay.” I don’t know what I’d do without you, sweetheart.

Your late night talks with me. I love how you always tend to just talk to me about your day, even if nothing spectacular happened. Then you’ll ask me about my day, and I love it. It makes me happy when we just sit and talk.

The fact that we have “a song.” I would’ve never thought our song would be There Is a Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths, but it is. I mean, The Smiths?! You’ve got a metal head liking The Smiths. Then again, I really do think the lyric “to die by your side, is such a heavenly way to die” is the perfect way to describe how I feel about you.

The way you get excited if an expiration date is your birthday. I remember once you went to make some soup, and you saw how the can had the same date as your birthday. You ran into my room, jumping up and down. “I need to save this can! My birthday’s on it!”

The fact that you write me little notes. I love how whenever you sleep over but have to leave early, you leave me a note with something along the lines of “sorry Eds! I had to leave early, but I’ll definitely see you tonight for movie night. Don’t miss me too much. <3”

The fact that you want to sit and watch movies with me. Normally people don’t feel the need to hang out with me for longer than 2 hours, at most. But you spend hours on end with me, just watching movies and getting all excited, scared, etc. Horror movies are my favorite to watch with you because of how you snuggle against my side in fear.

The way we cuddle. I love holding you when you sleep over at night. It makes me feel so safe knowing that you’re protected in my arms. I also love how we cuddle when watching those movies. It feels so natural to me, and I can only hope you feel the same.

You communicate with me. You never ignore me if you’re upset with me or make me wonder what I did wrong. You’ll tell me straight up and talk to me about it. I truly believe our communication skills are the best I have with another person.

You give me little gifts. All the gifts you give me are so thoughtful, it makes me feel so loved. I remember when you made me a whole mix tape of my favorite songs. You even added some of your favorites in there too (and I know I said I hate pop music, but it’s actually grown on me).

Your strength. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as strong as you. I realized that especially after our experience in the Upside Down. You’re strong both physically and mentally. I wish you didn’t go through what you did, but I’m glad you were by my side during it all.

The way you drive. God, you suck at driving. But it’s always so funny when I’m in the car with you. “Y/n, slow down!” I say while laughing. You laugh along with me, and then you go too slow. I don’t know how the hell you have your license. You do look pretty in the driver’s seat though. Prettier in the passenger’s.

You care about my problems. Whether they’re small or big, you always listen to when I rant or vent. “Your problems are my problems, Eds. I’m with you. It’s me and you.”

The fact that you always find ways to scare me. I remember once I heard a knock at my trailer, answered it, and no one was there. But when I turned around, there you were. I screamed so loud and you were laughing so much, tears were rolling down your face. You looked so pretty with that smile of yours.

The fact that you always forgive me. I remember once I turned around too quickly and knocked all your fruit punch on your favorite white shirt. “Oh no! Y/n, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to, I swear.” You just smiled at me and grabbed a napkin. “Hey, it is what it is Eddie! I forgive you.”

The fact that you cook for me and Uncle Wayne. “One Y/n Special, coming right up!” I remember Wayne looking at me with suspicious eyes, curious about what this meal would be. I definitely didn’t expect it to be eggs and bacon. But oh my ozzy, was it good.

The fact that when you’re nervous about something, you hold my hand. I remember once we were in class during junior year, and we had to dissect a frog. I saw you bouncing your leg in nervousness, and you instantly grabbed my hand under the table. We didn’t say anything to each other, but I knew this meant you were nervous. I didn’t mind it though.

Your love for the sky. Whether it be the clouds or the stars, you always find ways to look up in admiration. “Look at that cloud, Eddie! That’s definitely a dog, tell me I’m wrong.” We should go stargazing one day, sweetheart.

The way we have a height difference. I love how you look up at me and smile so lovingly. I don’t know what it is, but whenever I look down at you when you’re not looking, it makes my heart flutter. You look beautiful at any angle.

The way you furrow your eyebrows when you’re concentrating. I love how when you’re really into something, your eyebrows will kind of twitch ever so slightly. It’s adorable.

The fact that we can sit in comfortable silence. I love how whenever we’re at my trailer or your room and we have nothing to do, we just sit in silence. You’ll be reading a book or I’ll be coming up with ideas for my campaign. And I love it. I love just being in your presence.

The fact that whenever we are driving and you see flowers on the side of the road, you have to stop and grab them. Even if they’re on the brink of dying, you still stop and pick them. It’s cute. Now you’ve got me picking flowers on the side of the road, wanting to build a whole bouquet for you. But they keep dying before I can give them to you. Sorry about that, sweetheart.

The way you talk to your friends about me. I remember in sophomore year, you were good friends with Chrissy. I overheard her asking about me, and I heard the smile in your voice. “He’s such a good guy, Chrissy! He’s funny and smart and I love how he plays dnd.” It made me smile so hard when I heard how you spoke about me.

Your name. I love your name, it fits you so well. I love saying it, I love the nicknames for it, I love that it belongs to you. Your name is my favorite name (besides mine, obviously).

Your heart. I think you have the most beautiful heart in the entire world, and I wish the world would experience just how amazing you truly are. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world for being able to know you, Y/n.

The way you make me feel. You’re my favorite feeling. You make me feel stupid for ever believing that I couldn’t be loved the way I am. You’ve healed me, sweetheart.

You. I’m falling in love with you. Hell, I think I already have fallen in love with you. I love you, Y/n L/n. And I always will. It will always be you. Loving you makes me feel alive. I love to love you, and I don’t think I’ll ever stop.

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By now, the pages were stained with your tears as you read each sensitive word Eddie wrote down for you. You look up at him and see tears threatening to spill out of his eyes in nervousness. He was waiting for you to say something, anything. However, all you could do is drop the papers in your hands and pull him into a hug. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he instantly hugs you back.

“Eddie,” you whisper, and feel the goosebumps erupt on his neck. You pull away and smile widely at him. “I needed you to know,” he whispers back. “Even if you don’t feel the same way, I just needed you to know. I.. I love you.” You smile widely and bite your bottom lip in excitement.

“I love you too, are you kidding me? I’ve loved you since I met you, Eds.” You see his eyes widen in surprise, and he scoots closer to you. “You mean it?” You laugh and hit his arm lightly. “Oh my ozzy Eds, are you for real? Even if I didn’t, this letter would have made me fall in love with you on the spot. This is the nicest and most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.”

He smiles at you and puts his hand under your chin. “Does this mean I get to kiss you, sweetheart?” You laugh and lean in. “You can kiss me whenever you’d like, Eddie.”

And, of course, he does exactly that.

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M Reader x Jeongyeon - Apology Accepted

Jeongyeon is a solo artist in this one.

WORDS: 8949

ENJOY!!!

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Sunlight washed across the bedroom and eventually, your eyelids opened.

You exhaled deeply into the pillow, feeling the warm dampness of your breath pushed back onto his face, and then you moaned, half-asleep as you stretched and rolled onto your back.

You expected to feel or hear a voice, one that had once lived in your fantasies, then your dreams, and then for the past year; your reality.

But once you'd turned over, to overlook the other side of the bed as Jeongyeon wasn't there.

"...Again?"

You checked your phone to see if anything...nothing.

A small smile crept up on your face thinking maybe she's in the living room.

Sitting up and putting on a random shirt, you left to the living room as you looked around Jeongyeon's apartment.

"Jeong? Jeong?"

You called out, but nothing.

VIBRATE VIBRATE

Your phone alerted you as you took it out and saw a message...a message that made you sigh.

Left to JYP for a bit for an emergency meeting. I'll see when I can make it back okay.

'Are you joking?!'

You took a deep breath and texted back

No worries, take your time

"It had to today too then." You said to no one.

Today was a special day.

Today was supposed to be their day alone.

You shook your head.

"It's just a meeting, it probably won't take that long anyway." You said to yourself as you fill your mind with happy thoughts and went to make breakfast for yourself.

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10:21 AM

Jeong, you doing okay?

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No response.

"Maybe the meeting extended."

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12:44 PM

Jeong...please answer

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No response.

"Damn it..."

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2:12 PM

Jeong! Where are you?!

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No response.

"Okay, don’t panic...m-maybe she’s caught up in work...yeah, work...."

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5:28 PM

Jeong please answer

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No response.

You threw the phone on the sofa and groaned in frustration.

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7:38 pm

It's already late and Jeongyeon is still not back from JYP.

As you glanced at the clock above the table, you looked down at the, now most likely, cold dinner you have prepared for her and you.

You made a variety of her favorite dishes and planned a lovely inside date with movies and lots of cuddling.

Here you were, sitting on the couch in one of your sweaters blankly staring at your phone, hoping for some kind of sign that she has remembered and is just running late.

But there is nothing.

Not a single word.

Recently she has been very busy composing new songs for her and working on her newest album.

You couldn't blame her on it, it's her job after all and you have nothing to do with it.

Right at the start of your relationship, you have promised yourself not to interfere with her career, and as much as you hate the lack of time you both have together at some points throughout the year, at least she was happy.

In return, that made up for it.

.

But it's been like this recently too.

A bit too much in your opinion.

Eventually, she was out more than she was at home.

It was like this the past couple of months or so.

She's been leaving more often than usual and not saying a word to you when she returns either.

Normally it's a 'hey', eating and then she falls asleep.

You never really had to complain about it, since it's work for her, but you couldn't help, but be a tad bit...frustrated.

Especially today.

But you never showed it in front of her.

You took it, but it was getting to you as the night came closer. You figured waiting it out, but this took, but this took the cake.

It seemed like she didn't even arrive home nor called or returned your texts the whole day.

Glancing at the time once again, you decided that if Jeongyeon is not going to come to you, you'll go to her.

And with that, you quickly took your car keys and rushed out of her apartment.

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You made your way to JYP as you tried to come up with different ways to approach this to Jeongyeon about today.

Was it going to be civil?

Or something bad?

However it's going to go, it was safe to assume that she has forgotten about today, but you'll keep yourself in check.

After managing to park the car in the now mostly empty car park after showing your guest badge to the gate, you glanced around and saw...her car.

'What the hell.'

You shook your head as you entered the building.

The first thing you noticed was the receptionists at the front desk. She looked up and smiled at you.

"Hi (YN). You're here late." The receptionist told you.

"Yeah, uh, have you seen Jeongyeon?" You asked her.

"I saw her enter in the morning, but I didn't see her leave the place. I don't know exactly where she's been though. You finding her?" She asked as you nodded.

"Yeah, I'm a bit worried. I'm going to go looking for her...thanks Rin." You said as she bowed slightly to you.

After that, you went inside the halls of JYP and went around to look for Jeongyeon.

You went towards the sound booths...nothing.

You went to the dance studios...nothing.

"Hmm...where else...oh yeah."

You went out of the elevator and down the corridor until you came across the door with a cafeteria sign above it.

After stepping inside, you can see a group of people sitting on a table, clearly having a good time as they were eating and drinking.

You looked closer to see the members of Twice...and on the right side of the table was Jeongyeon.

You sighed...figured as much.

Since her exit on Sixteen, Jeongyeon trained herself to become better than she was back then.

It took an incredible amount of training, but it paid off when JYP signed her under his label.

She wasn't very popular as the other groups, but she was trying her hardest to succeed as well.

She and Twice also hung out a lot too since she came here since they had a starting friendship and it only grew from there.

You didn't know how to do this now.

Should you go ahead and talk to her still...or till she gets home.

You figured the latter was the best choice and you were about to leave when-

"(YN)?"

You turned to see all the girls looking at you as you waved.

Jeongyeon then came over to you with a surprised look.

"(YN)? What are you doing here, it's late, and you shouldn't be here." She said to you as you looked shocked.

'I shouldn't be here?!'

"I could say the same thing about you, I was worried, it was getting late and you weren't answering your phone and-"

"(YN) relax. I was busy with Twice." She said pointing at the group.

"Busy? Jeong, you were gone since nine in the morning." You were agitated but kept it down as Jeongyeon rolled her eyes.

"Well I had to attend a meeting as I said...then they showed up and I rehearsed some songs and then I hanged with the girls and-"

"Hold up...y-you hanged with them? So you could have come home then…" You were defeated.

"Of course. We were discussing something large in a project we have. I’m not supposed to tell you but…" Jeongyeon couldn’t hold her smile, “we discussed me integrating into Twice. Them and I. Isn't that exciting?!"

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"That’s why you stayed...all day." You mumbled as your heart started to break.

You should be happy...you should be...but today was not the one day to be happy about the news.

"Well JYP called me and them and we discussed our plans, had a celebration and we danced and sang some of their songs and-"

"But why for the whole day?"

"Well it was only for a couple of hours, but we had a lot of fun about it and then we just hanged out and lost track of time." She said so nonchalantly.

You were getting upset.

"...But...but what about today Jeong?"

"Again with today? What the heck is today (YN)?"

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She then looked shocked, as you seemed to look a bit angry as your face turned to glare at her.

"What's today?!...what's today?! Are you kidding me?! Jeongyeon I waited for you all day! No call, no text! Nothing!" You had enough and decided to lash out with a fierce tone.

Jeongyeon rose her hands and lowered them to calm you down.

"Okay I'm sorry (YN), I was distracted, but you said no worries in the morning." She pointed at you as you scoff.

"In the morning yeah for the meeting. I didn't know you were going with Twice and especially for the entire damn day! You made a promise that you wouldn’t let work interfere with OUR time right?!"

Jeongyeon then glared back.

"So? Doesn't mean you can't tell me how or what my day goes? They are my friends too (YN). I'm sorry for making you worry, but I'll make it up tomorrow." Jeongyeon crossed her arms.

Your insides were boiling.

Their hectic lives started to put a strain on you.

Jeongyeon, however, didn't seem to care.

They now call less and speak less when they are not at home.

You still loved Jeongyeon with all your heart but she was not making it easy for her.

You tried to make an effort to see her but it was beginning to become clear to you that Jeongyeon was not doing the same; in fact, it was like he was pushing you further apart.

Especially today for god's sake...TODAY!

And you were hoping Jeongyeon would be with you all day long with a lovely romantic day...but now with this surprise tour that she has sprung, you saw your future with Jeongyeon become a distant dream.

"Sure...just like all the other times right Jeong?"

"(YN)-"

"It wasn't just today Jeong...it's been like this for a while now along with our relationship." You pointed out as Jeongyeon stood there, "It's just I didn't expect you to be so distant."

Jeongyeon looked appalled.

"Distant? (YN) I do try to spend my time between you and work. I'm sorry if work gets piled up for me." At this point, Jeongyeon was trying to keep herself in check, but it was failing.

"Piled up? Jeong you do nothing, but sing and dance!"

Jeongyeon was steaming now.

"Sing and dance?! (YN) don't be stupid, it's much more to that!" She pointed out as you realized what you said.

"A-alright alright I'm sorry...but really Jeong-"

"You know ever since you moved in with me, you’ve been acting clingy when I am not around, but especially nowadays and I'm sick of this attitude that you are having."

You blinked a couple of times.

"Attitude!? You serious Jeong? I miss my girlfriend! I miss the woman who I would do anything for! I miss the Jeongyeon that I love! What happened to that Jeongyeon?"

Jeongyeon was shaking her head in disbelief.

"That Jeong-oh my god (YN) could you stop whining! Sure, I spend some time away, but this is my home too. JYPE is my work too!"

"Well, I'm sorry! I thought we could be at your home and we could finally talk and spend time together. We barely spent even two days alone together straight this month and I miss you. I miss waking up next to you and I miss being able to talk to you." You poured your thoughts to her as she shook her head.

"I get it (YN), I understand that we're dating, but you don't have to be this adherent to me knowing that then!"

"I'm not-"

"Then can you stop being annoyed about it?! It's just one day (YN),” Jeongyeon huffed and turned on the spot, “I'm done with this okay. I'll see you tomorrow." She said walking to her group who was staring at you both.

"Tomorrow?! Jeong?! What the hell?!"

She didn't turn around as you huffed some air and marched to her.

You grabbed her shoulder as she turned her body and stared at you.

"What the he-"

"Jeongyeon...do you even know what today was?!" You asked cutting her off.

"Why does it mat-"

"Just answer me."

"Friday? Fuck I don't know (YN)." Your eyes dropped to the ground.  "What the hell is so important about today?! Huh (YN)?!"

“...forget it, I guess it wasn’t important to you after all.”

You shook your head as you turned around.

"(YN)?! (YN)!" You heard your name as you walked out the door.

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TIMESKIP

23 Minutes Later

Jeongyeon entered her apartment about twenty minutes after your little spat.

She was nothing, but frustrated and angry about their little encounter and she wanted to finish it off.

"(YN)? (YN) you around?" She called out, but nothing.

She looked in every room, but you weren't there.

Jeongyeon then went to call you on her phone.

She saw your numerous messages and calls and she did blame herself for that back at JYP to try to apologize, but you weren't answering then either.

"We're sorry the number-"

"Great..." She muttered. "Get's mad when I'm not here, but when he's gone...whatever."

She then went to the kitchen after trying to contact you.

She opened the fridge to get a bottle of water...when she spotted a brown box in the corner in front of the water bottles.

With a sigh, she picked up the box and instantly felt it is a bit heavy.

It was something inside as she placed it on the counter.

It didn't have a label, just two strings holding it close.

She undid the strings and opened the box.

She gasped...

It was a cake.

A black cake with white frosting on the top and around the cake.

A white frosting heart was also marked on the top.

Her eyes ever so slowly widened...

Her breath started to have paused...

Her body started to shake...

For it wasn't the cake that made her gasp...but what's written on it.

Jeongyeon shook her head as she took a step back and thought.

"...N-no...no n-it can't...it's hasn't been a yea-...oh my god...Jeongyeon you stupid dumbass..."

She quickly picked her phone up and went towards her contacts.

She quickly scrolled to her lover's name and furiously tapped it as she held it to her face.

Jeongyeon heard the ringing as her body was shaking in full guilt and shame.

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Jeongyeon hanged up and tried again.

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Jeongyeon hanged up and tried once more.

"Please please (YN) please answer, god how stupid I was." She muttered at no one as her emotions were getting to her.

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Jeongyeon hanged up and tried a third time.

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She slammed her hand on the table.

"Please!"

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"We're sorry-

Jeongyeon hanged up and once more.

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Ten times...

Ten times Jeongyeon called you.

Four times in Jeongyeon started to panic.

Six times in Jeongyeon started to hate herself.

Eight times in Jeongyeon stated to cry.

Ten times afterward, she gave up and went to find you on her own.

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ONE WEEK LATER

Jeongyeon plopped down onto her bed with a sigh of sorrow.

It's been a long week, between her practice and some events with fans and finding you.

Jeongyeon spends the entire week finding you in her spare time, little to no sleep, but she didn't care.

She tried everywhere that you could have possibly gone to or wherever she has told you.

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You're not together anymore.

You're not hers she thought.

Jeongyeon bites her tongue at the thought.

It's been nearly a week and she's still striving to find you.

A week since their argument.

How could she forget?

The one day...the one milestone that's very important in any relationship.

Their anniversary.

No wonder (YN) was so fed up with her...she was spending the day with her friends than with her boyfriend.

Not only that day, but the month as well leading up to it.

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If only she could turn back the time.

How can she be angry at the one she loved.

At the one that made her happy for the year?

At the one who managed to keep her grounded with the hectic life she lived.

At the one who took care of her and assisted her in her career with encouragement and kind words.

She felt so incredibly stupid at the whole argument, but (YN) was right. She was so busy with her idol career that it completely took over her life with (YN).

The thought makes the ache in her chest worse, so she opened up her photos instead, sifting through the album of you together that she refused to delete.

One in particular makes her stop swiping.

She was kissing your cheek, arm tight around your neck, and you had on the huge grin that makes the world that much brighter.

She sincerely hoped that you were still smiling like that, even if she wasn't the reason behind it anymore.

Jeongyeon then takes a look around the room.

She gets up to look through your possessions.

You didn't need much when you were here with her. Pretty much clothing and a few items here and there.

Most of your clothes were still neatly folded in her drawers or hanged in the co-closet you two had, the rest of your stuff was on her desk or in the living room.

She gently touched the fabric of your clothing as she just thought of you...

It seems a little obsessive to have kept your belongings after you'd gone, but there was no way she was going to do anything with them...she kept them for having the chance that you might return...actually you did need to return.

Besides your phone, you pretty much left everything you had here with her.

As she stroked a (favorite color) shirt, she felt the softness of it as it went in between her fingers. Jeongyeon then took off her shirt as she pulled your shirt out of its hanger and changed into it, feeling the fabric overcoming her body as she inhaled whatever traces of your fragrance was left.

She then looked over to the desk where you mostly worked on your writing.

Besides the laptop, there were a few pictures lying about, some of your belongings, and some books neatly arranged.

Jeongyeon had already looked through your laptop hoping for some sign or location, but it wasn't much help...

When you moved in, you had kept a journal to yourself, and curiosity got the best of her.

So she had left it at that and hasn't looked through it for privacy reasons.

But this was different in that her heart was longing for you.

Maybe she could find something of you in your writing?

Jeongyeon carefully lifts the smaller book into her lap and removes the two bands holding it together.

She slowly opens it and opens the first page.

Her lips parted, inhaling sharply at the familiar handwriting.

She read through until halfway and nothing was coming up. Just about certain days on how they went...until something caught her eye.

I can't believe I met Jeongyeon.

The Yoo Jeongyeon.

Damn, it's like a dream or something and then we just went out after meeting at a coffee shop.

Today was one of the best days I've had in a very long time, and I have her to thank for that. I hope we have countless more dates in the future like this. She looked stunning as well.

The date in the top right corner shows a little more than a year ago.

'Our first date' She thought

Did you write this after you got home that day?

Questions were being thrown left and right inside her brain, but Jeongyeon immediately sets it aside and gets to the next few pages until she spots her own name again.

Jeongyeon and I went on another date...I was actually worried since it was a while since we met up, but we met up again and I had again the time of my life.

There aren't enough words to describe how much that one date meant to me.

Jeongyeon felt bad...that was a week's worth of training back at JYP...even back then she was occupied. It went on to how the date went and Jeongyeon just skimmed it as she went on to another page.

How you managed to hide these right under her nose is nothing short of incredible...then again, she's never here.

Another page and Jeongyeon winced at the words.

Well, it's been three nights since she left on her tour, and although she calls every night I can't help but miss her.

I miss her obnoxious laugh and our warm moments.

I miss the adorable twinkle in her eyes that comes from smiling so big.

I miss her touch.

I miss her hand in mine, her body against mine.

I miss those loud snores next to me in our bed.

I miss your kisses.

I miss everything.

I really do.

Jeongyeon couldn't stop herself.

Her whole body's shaking now, tears surfacing uncontrollably.

She continues on.

While I do miss her, she seems to be having the time of her life judging from her smile and laughter with the audience

I can't let my emotions ruin in the way of it all

Seeing her happy and achieving her dreams are worth it

Jeongyeon tears through the rest of the book in minutes, reading each passage about her.

Each and every page seemed to be about her and your time.

She reached the last page with writing so quickly that for a while she sat staring at it, hesitantly reading it.

One year.

One year with the love of my life

I can't fathom my life without her now, it's crazy to think about the impact she had on my life. It's crazy that we're about to have our one-year anniversary dinner tomorrow! Tonight!

It's only been a year since we both started to date and I probably sound crazy but I'm so deep in love with her.

I've fallen hard for her hard, and I hope that she feels just as strongly as well. I'll find the courage to tell her soon, but for now, I can only write how I feel. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you happy, always.

Here's hoping that they'll be many more after this.

Maybe I'm insane in writing this, but I know she's the one!

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A few teardrops fall onto the ink.

"I do too, (YN). I feel what you feel too..."

Her voice is broken, but she needed to say it out loud, needed to make it tangible. She loved you with all of her beings, and this book only reinforced that fact.

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Last week was such a mistake.

She shouldn't have ever let you alone.

She couldn't help but cry again as the drops smear the page.

"(YN)...please come back..."

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She instantly turned her head.

Was that the door?

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" She yelled out as she ran towards the front door.

She looked through the peephole...and her whole body froze.

She immediately opened the door, her body rigid upon sight of the unannounced guest.

"Jeongyeon." You said in a boring matter.

Jeongyeon felt her heart drop a bit after using her full name in a stale tone.

"(YN)?! W-where have you been?!" She asked desperately.

"...A friend of mine." You said softly.

"A fri-...never mind. (YN) What happened that night, listen, I'm sorry I forgot...honestly." Jeongyeon said to you.

"Yeah…" You shrugged at her as Jeongyeon wasn’t going to lose this.

"I'm sorry we fought that day too. C-can we just talk about it?" Jeongyeon asks, looking expectantly at you.

"..."

"Please?"

"...I understand that work means a lot to you Jeongyeon, I get it. And I was in the wrong too...your career and tours are coming and I did promise that I didn't care about any of that. But every time I see on a screen Jeongyeong...I can't help, but to think that I want you right next to me."

"..." Jeongyeon didn't say anything as she knew what you were feeling as she just read that moment ago.

"The both of us just sitting, talking, drinking, eating, watching, cuddling, and many more things I want us to do." Jeongyeon felt nothing, but pain. "But…I thought about us the whole week and...and I don't know Jeongyeon. I don’t know anymore,” Jeongyeon felt her heart tore, “I just don't know if we can continue with our relat-"

"NO!"

You jumped as she jumped into your body and held you with such intensity.

"No! No please don’t say that! I've never regretted something so much in my life than saying what I was saying to you back in JYP and now what I've done to you. Please, (YN). You have to believe me!" She spoke in your shoulder, looking at the blank wall behind you. "Yes, I'm a dumbass for what I said and forgotten but will you please, please hear me o-out?"

Jeongyeon's voice cracks, and you couldn't keep up the tough guy act anymore.

You hugged back and Jeongyeon appreciated the fact that you did, but she pulled away, still in the hug.

Her throat clogs up as the tears in her eyes were gathering up.

"(YN), I get it, I get how much you were missing me, god it pained me to not see you when I woke up…not even a week and I couldn’t do any regular duties when you weren’t here. I was just lost without you. I know it's selfish of me and I really hurt you but you're the first person I want to talk to whenever I do anything and-...I’m sorry." Jeongyeon sniffles in front of you and she finally caught her breath. "I'm sorry that work got the better of me...and I was trying to get the better of it, but not thinking about you in the process…"

She cupped your face and stared into your eyes.

"Please don't say that we can’t…I promise I will sit down with you and talk about this again…I can’t have you gone (YN)...I can’t…." She spoke, voice shaky, and you sighed once more, eyes trained on you as you looked down.

"...you say that Jeongyeon, but that’s what we did and look at us…I don't know Jeongyeon. I don't know if we can..." You communicated sadly, looking away from her eyes.

She squeezed your cheeks harder.

"No don’t say that! (YN), I'm so sorry. Please, sweetie, look at me," Jeongyeon said softly.

“...”

"Please..." You heard her once again; this time felt more anguish, more hurt, and softer as it rang in your ears.

You mentally sighed and you eyed her.

Tears were flowing down her face and you couldn’t help but conjure yours too.

"You are the perfect man for me. You are kind, considerate, amazing, open-minded, and your feelings for me are real. You aren't two-faced or fake. I can look at you without any fear of betrayal. I can come to you whenever and wherever and talk about whatever with you and you're there to take it all." She was pouring out her emotions to you. "I know that you love me and I know that I've hurt you. But, I'll find time now for us...I really will. Please forgive me...and please come back..."

Never in your life had any woman ever said something like that to you.

You loved her and now she was declaring in no uncertain terms that she loved your right back. You felt like she had betrayed you.

How could you trust her again?

Trust may be given once, but after that, it has to be earned, didn't it?

Could you give her your trust twice?

More significant than any other consideration, she was begging you not to break her heart. That really told you all you needed to know.

When the woman you love asks you something like that, you give her a second chance.

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"...okay,"

You could see her facial expression soften.

You watched the hope return to her eyes as she slowly smiled at you with her tears still on her face, too choked up to say anything clearly.

"Just don't forget next year please." You asked of her.

You didn't get a reply back as she hugged you in a vice grip, placing her head in your chest as she shook her head.

"I won't. I won't." Jeongyeon was now sobbing in your shirt as you just hugged back.

Did you intend to go back with her?

Honestly...you were split on it, you couldn't lie.

I mean the whole year wasn't a total bust. The times that she was actually free were the time of your life with her too, but if this issue were to be a continuous problem...then again no relationship is perfect.

"Alright. don’t cry okay Jeong. I'm sorry too Jeongyeon...I was acting like a child and upset with the lack of us-"

"No (YN), it was all me." She leaned back. "I know it seems like I've been ditching you, but know (YN) that my feelings for you are always the same...I love you...I really do love you (YN)."

She leaned in tentatively for a kiss and you couldn’t help but return it as she brought you into her living room and shut the door with her foot.

The kiss was tender at first and then grew more passionate.

She opened her mouth and you pressed your tongue between her lips.

She stroked your tongue with hers.

It was a battle of dominance as she then broke the kiss, breathing heavily with passion.

She was breathing heavily as were you as you she realized that this was what you were missing...it felt so good to kiss you.

She sighed sadly as she realized now too what you were going through for the past month.

"Jeong?" You said her name in a soft tone that Jeongyeon felt music to her ears after hearing it from you.

She stroked your cheeks lovingly as she removed them from you.

"(YN), please let me show you how sorry I am and how much I love you." She said.

You saw her eyes as they were filled with...

"Jeong?"

But you were cut off breath as she removed her shirt, revealing her pure lace white bra to you.

Your mouth widened slightly.

"No...I want to. It was a milestone for us (YN)...you were ready for the whole day and I just ruined it...I want to do this. As an apology and to make up for every lost time I made us lose in the process."

She then lowered her shorts as she was now in her white panties as well.

She then grabbed your face once more as she closed her eyes in bliss as she kissed the man she had fallen so deeply in love with while placing her delicate hands on your face to stroke your cheeks.

You two continued to kiss until breaking for air and Jeongyeon took your hands into hers and led you down the hall until they came to your room and ushered you inside before closing the door.

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You and Jeongyeon embraced once again with Jeongyeon pulling your face close to hers while you wrapped your arms around her small waist and your lips met once again while both of your eyes shut in bliss from your lips meeting once again.

As the two of them kissed and made out, you leaned in closer to Jeongyeon and her ample breasts squished against your strong chest Jeongyeon shivered and she could feel her nipples begin to harden.

As her breasts pressed against your chest and her hands glided across your muscular back, both lovers’ moans filled the room as your tongues licked into each other's mouths.

You and Jeongyeon slobbered and tasted each other's tongues and your hands began skimming up Jeongyeon's side while her hands continued feeling up your backside until they broke the kiss and Jeongyeon began helping you remove your clothing off of you until they fell to the floor.

Jeongyeon immediately spotted your erect cock and knew you wanted this too.

Kissing Jeongyeon again, they moved to Jeongyeon's bed and she sat in your bare lap facing you as you began groping her breasts through her bra.

You nuzzled the tender nape of Jeongyeon's neck until your nuzzling became teasing licks that made Jeongyeon moan with delight while her eyes fell onto your growth.

Your hands came to the bottom of Jeongyeon's top and you undid the clip on the top, loosening it and it fell off of her exposing her ample breasts of your girlfriend to you.

She set her bra to the side and kissed you once again while you palmed Jeongyeon's chest and began to fondle the pliable orbs.

Jeongyeon moaned from your gentle caresses while she licked your tongue and the softness of her breasts in your hands caused your manhood to twitch before she reached out and took ahold of it.

She was fascinated by the intense heat she felt radiating off your now swollen length before she began stroking you and you felt your fingers grip her nipples as the rest of them continued groping her ample flesh.

Thanks to your tonguing and squeezing of her tits, Jeongyeon soon felt her loins burning with desire for you as you continued to tease her and soon your pre-cum began running down Jeongyeon's fingers.

They soon rearranged themselves to where Jeongyeon was out of your lap where you could still play with her chest and she was able to stroke your cock.

Freeing her tits, you slowly licked them in circular motions causing her moans to escalate to lustful volumes that were music to your ears and she held your head against her breasts.

You kissed her nearest orb before opening your mouth and planting your jaws on her tits.

Jeongyeon mewled as you gently gnawed at her breast and you noticed her legs quaking in arousal and smirked.

You took one hand off her breast and slid it down her abdomen into her bottom, which by now was soaked from how aroused she had become, and you began tracing your fingers onto her folds.

Removing your hand, you marveled at how much of her wetness was gathered on your fingers and you moved back before taking your mouth of Jeongyeon's breast.

She watched as you slid off her underwear leaving her as bare as you were and Jeongyeon's blush deepened at being exposed like this.

With that thought in mind, you moved back to face her entrance before carefully spreading her folds.

Your tongue infiltrated her pussy and began slithering against her inner caverns and Jeongyeon moaned in ecstasy, her cries spurring you on and urging you to continue.

Your finger's wagged and wriggled on her clit as you wagged your tongue around inside of her and tasted her orgasmic fluids, savoring the taste of her as you did.

Your tongue ventured deep into Jeongyeon's caverns and slobbered on her aroused innards.

Jeongyeon couldn't believe what was happening to her.

She had never felt pure euphoric pleasure like this before, especially with all the other times you both had and an uncharacteristic lusty smile appeared on her face as a result.

Consumed by the pleasure coursing through her body like fire and wanting more, Jeongyeon gripped her breasts and began rubbing them against one another while you licked into her wetness.

Jeongyeon's eyes glistened with lust as she felt her clit and folds being teased by your magic fingers while your tongue wormed and swayed inside of her walls, causing her legs to cringe in pleasure from your teasing.

Your hands slid under Jeongyeon's rear end and lifted her lower body off the bed while she freed her chest to grip your (color) hair.

She kept her fingers buried in your hair and held your head to her womanhood as you licked her pussy and managed to keep her lower body off the bed.

Your manhood throbbed as you licked into her warmth and her eyes squeezed shut as her moans reached an uncharacteristically lewd level.

You removed your tongue and entered your index fingers into her tightness before you began to thrust them into her and you were amazed by how tight she felt.

You soon ceased your thrusting to begin licking her folds once again and Jeongyeon lustfully smiled at the effect all of your teasings was having on her and her lust-riddled grin only grew as she felt herself nearing her release.

The blond-haired woman's eyes glistened with lust as your tongue continued to work its magic on her caverns while your fingers groped at her ass.

You moaned while slobbering and tasting her inner walls until she gave a final howl of pleasure as her orgasmic fluids burst out of her wetness and onto your tongue.

You eagerly licked up her release and gently set her down once you were finished.

She panted and looked up at you with eyes full of desire as her eyes fell on your literally throbbing manhood.

She licked her lips and began crawling forward in anticipation.

"Jeong?" You asked, seeing the hungry look in her eyes before she gripped your erection.

Jeongyeon focused on your swollen pride and began pulling on your hardness.

With your cock already being highly aroused and Jeongyeon's light touch, you started moaning lowly and she smiled at this as her instincts told her that she was doing the right thing as she stroked your erection.

Following another hunch, she moved in closer to lick at the center of it while wrapping her fingers around it and placing her thumb underneath the head of it.

Jeongyeon pressed against the spot while pumping and stroking it.

She licked your shaft while palming your testicles with her free hand and bounced them about in her hands.

You moaned as Jeongyeon's tongue slid across your manhood and she toyed with your testicles before she slowly blew on your erection.

You groaned as her cool breath hit your wet throbbing manhood and Jeongyeon smiled at your reaction as she began licking the sides of your shaft.

Soon an idea clicked into her head as she pulled back and stood on her knees and squeezed her breasts together on your manhood. You shivered in pleasure as Jeongyeon rubbed and kneaded her large mounds on your hilt.

She began swirling her tongue around the head of your hardness and licked your emerging foreskin as she stroked her breasts together on your cock.

This motivated you to begin thrusting your hardness into Jeongyeon's tits and she held her jiggling breasts on your pride before planting your mouth on the tip.

You moaned as she massaged your throbbing cock with her ample orbs while sucking on your length.

She moaned as she pumped her mouth on you as you drove your cock into it.

She licked your erection and kept her breasts constricted around your cock and she felt your cock twitch signaling that you were close to the end of your rope.

Jeongyeon sensed this and took her mouth off of you and slowly blew on your erection and stirred her tongue on your cock before returning to sucking you off while stroking you with her tits.

Her timing proved to be perfect as you groaned one final time and your cum splattered on the inside of Jeongyeon's mouth, to the point that her eyes widened at how much of it there was.

Despite this, she managed to get it all down without any trouble thanks to all of the times she'd spent with you.

Both parties breathed heavily from what they'd just experienced and as they looked into each other's eyes, they could tell that they both wanted more.

Both having the same thing in mind, Jeongyeon lay back on the bed and held out her hand to you in an inviting manner.

You crouched down and planted your hands on either side of her while your cock was in front of her pussy.

Jeongyeon sweated nervously at what was about to happen and you rested your forehead against hers and gazed deeply into her eyes.

Gazing into your eyes and seeing the caring and reassuring look you'd always had for her was enough to calm her nerves like always.

Now knowing that Jeongyeon was okay, you slowly eased your cock into her folds.

Once you were fully within Jeongyeon, she smiled at you and nuzzled you as a signal to thrust into her while she began bucking and shaking her hips.

She caressed your cheeks as you rammed into her hot walls and you caressed her breasts with your thumbs brushing onto her tits.

You and Jeongyeon rested your foreheads against one another and your eyes gazed into her as you shot your manhood into her core while you squeezed and played with her quaking breasts and her walls of flesh ground your thrusts as she worked her hips against yours.

Jeongyeon virtually screamed with pleasure and her eyes watered as tears of ecstasy formed in her eyes and she wrapped her arms around your neck with her legs wrapping around your waist allowing you to pound deeper into her tight caverns.

Your cock shot into her wetness and pounded against her innards with great force.

Jeongyeon moaned and held onto you as you thrashed inside of her walls while your palms continued squeezing and fondling her heaving breasts as sweat drizzled down your forehead.

Your sweat mixed with Jeongyeon's and you felt her nails beginning to dig into your back while her toes curled, and her eyes started to roll back from her deep state of ecstasy.

The look of pure ecstasy on Jeongyeon's face turned you on more than you were expecting, and you kissed her once again and you started licking tongues with her once again as you pounded and thrashed your manhood into her core.

Your tongues licked and rubbed against one another and your fingers massaged the beautiful idol's mounds.

A muffled squeal came from Jeongyeon as you began squeezing and pulling and tweaking her bobbing tits.

Sweat rained off the pair onto the bed and Jeongyeon placed her hands on your face and began caressing your cheeks affectionately as your cock lunged forward into her tightening insides and you released her breasts to frame her face and deepen your kiss.

They caressed one another while your eyes shut from the pleasure, and you moaned into the kiss as your cock throbbed inside of her tightening walls.

Her breasts flattened against your muscular chest and she stroked your cheeks as you rammed into her core while your tongues clashed in a lustful duet of passion with your tongue coming out on top.

Jeongyeon ground your cock as it shot forward into her walls and you moaned as she became tighter on your expanding growth.

Her blush grew in size and your lips stayed together as your hips continued to grind in tune with hers and you raged into her grinding tightness and it twitched within her pussy.

You thundered into her warmth and both lovers moaned into your shared kiss until a louder squeal was heard from Jeongyeon as her walls finally coiled around your cock.

Your semen splashed into her womb and flooded her insides while half of it poured onto the bed.

Her eyes opened once again, and they shimmered with lust as her juices blended with your seed while flowing from her entrance.

Their kiss came to an end just as your orgasm did and they heavily panted as Jeongyeon removed your hardness and rested against you for the time being.

"You're the best (YN)..." Jeongyeon breathlessly said and you chucked at her.

"Only for you Jeong...only for you..." You bragged and Jeongyeon just grinned.

"Well then...I hope you're not done just yet are you?" Jeongyeon challenged you and you chuckled again before placing Jeongyeon on her front and she balanced herself on all fours before you placed your hands on her rear cheeks and returned your erection to her tunnels.

Jeongyeon shivered in joy from this before you began shooting your length into her moist tunnels while her breasts swung forward.

The sound of flesh colliding against one another sounded throughout the room as Jeongyeon's rear smacked into your crotch and she tightly held onto the sheets.

Sweat rained down both lover's bodies as you slammed your manhood into her core and her eyes continued to glow with lust.

You moaned at Jeongyeon's increasing tightness before you placed your chest over her back and cupped her jiggling breasts and began caressing her ample chest while never slowing your pace for a second.

She turned her head to you and pressed her lips against yours and both sets of eyes gazed lustfully into each other as you pummeled your cock forward into her warmth and it rubbed against her walls.

You rubbed your tongue against hers and both opened your mouths and slid your tongues into each other's mouths while you licked the roof of her mouth.

Meanwhile, she licked the underside of your tongue and both moaned into the kiss as you caressed and squeezed her breasts together and buried your fingers within her jiggling orbs while excessively groping them.

Jeongyeon blushed wildly and her mind became blank with pleasure once again as she fell onto her front and you decided to grip her waist instead.

Her eyes closed tightly as her breasts bobbed against the bed while you shot your hips forward and slammed your manhood into her core.

Jeongyeon's lusty smile returned to her face as her lover jerked your cock into her wetness and your impacts reached deeply into her core.

You, being sweat-drenched, had enough energy as you thundered into Jeongyeon's pussy while you closed your eyes with a smile of deep ecstasy on your face as another orgasm approached and this kept your excitement as high as could be.

You groaned as your balls tightened along with her walls on your manhood and Jeongyeon continued to moan.

At last, her innards coiled around your erection and both her juices and your semen sprayed out of her before pouring onto her bed.

Without removing your still-hard cock, you pulled Jeongyeon into your lap and turned her around to face you to where she was now straddling your cock.

You placed your hands back on her breasts and she placed her hands on your shoulders to steady herself and without any hesitation, you began pummeling into her wetness while she shook her hips on top of you and ground you while you caressed and squeezed her mounds as they jiggled and bobbed over you.

Jeongyeon leaned her head down and kissed you once again while keeping her hands steady on your shoulders.

Her eyes reunited with blue eyes and your tongue reacquainted itself with Jeongyeon's while she thrust down onto your manhood.

They let out muffled moans as your hilt flew into her innards with a lust-fueled barrage of thrusts and her walls ground your thrusts.

Your cock slammed and banged into Jeongyeon's womb while she wiggled her hips together on you.

Her ass smacked against your lap as you shot your cock up into her warmth and she mewled from this.

Your manhood crashed into her core as you toyed with her breasts and excessively groped her chest.

Despite how much sweat the sex with you was causing her to work up, Jeongyeon felt just fine as her energy guided her in the sex as she continued sending her warmth down your erection and the two of them were so wrapped up in pleasure that the outside world seemed like nothing to them.

Your tongues danced in a lustful duel as you twirled your thumbs around her tits as they swayed over you.

Jeongyeon moaned as she rode her lover's manhood and you thundered your length into her caverns.

Your fingers massaged and groped her breasts as they bounced and flew forward before your seed erupted from your cock and filled her womb completely.

You both groaned at the filling and feeling and both just collapsed, with her on you and you on the bed.

“Wow…that was…incredible…” You muttered as Jeongyeon started to chuckle.

“Hehe, so incredible…that I can go for one more~” She allured as you grinned.

The next moment Jeongyeon lay on her side on the bed and motioned for you to come closer.

Not needing to be told twice, you laid behind Jeongyeon on your side setting the two of them up in a spoons position and she arched her leg into the air. You moved closer until his crotch was near hers and you slid yourself into her, feeling her insides once more.

You moaned at the pleasant feeling of her warm and tight innards enveloping your cock while Jeongyeon moaned from how big you were inside of her and from the temporary pain of her walls being stretched.

Jeongyeon moaned loudly and her body rocked back and forth as you started pummeling your erect cock into her warm core and your hand snaked underneath her side to palm her breasts and began to toy with the mounds.

The idol kept her long, slender leg arched high in the air, and you held it up with your right arm as your cock crashed into her walls and Jeongyeon felt it slamming deeply into her pussy.

You huskily growled as you mercilessly thrust your cock into Jeongyeon's pussy and her moist walls ground you in return for your thrusts.

You rubbed Jeongyeon's jiggling breasts as they heaved from the power of your thrusts and your fingers massaged the sizeable orbs. Jeongyeon had to admit, you really knew how to pleasure her, your raw instincts were enough to drive her insane with lust.

“Ohhh~! (YN)! Ah I’m gonna cum again!”

Jeongyeon loudly moaned and her eyes turned white with ecstasy as your cock jetted inside of her warmth and she whimpered as you toyed with her breasts and every time you did so, she became tighter around you.

She looked back as your crotch collided against hers and she looked into your eyes that were darkened with lust as you crushed your lips to hers in a lust-fueled kiss.

Your eyes contacted as they kissed and wildly rubbed their tongues in a lust-fueled battle for dominance.

Jeongyeon's right hand reached back and began to lovingly trail her fingers underneath your chin. Her warmth grew tighter on your cock while grinding it as your hardness shot into Jeongyeon's warm innards and you squeezed her breast lustfully causing her to moan into the kiss.

Sweat dripped down both lovers' bodies and the lewd sound of flesh smacking against flesh filled the room as you continued to drive your vein-covered cock into your lover's warmth. With her free left hand, Jeongyeon placed her hand on your hand to help you toy with her breast as her other mound jiggled freely about.

“Oh fuck (YN)! I’m gonna-”

“Mph! MPH!”

Finally, you and Jeongyeon separated lips as they came to moan together as her innards coiled on your cock and your vein-covered cock spasmed and filled her up with your cum.

Her face lit up in a lewd expression of absolute pleasure as you filled her up to the brim and the lustful smile remained on her face as their fluids oozed out of her warmth.

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Both laid there as they huffed and puffed, but Jeongyeon wasted no time as she took you into another kiss again as you gladly returned it.

She pulled back and saw your smile as she felt it make her completely whole again.

"That was the most amazing thing I have ever felt in my life (YN)..." Jeongyeon said breathlessly.

“...Me too...I promise to never leave you so suddenly again Jeong," you stated to her as she smiled too.

"And I promise each day to make time for you...no matter what." She conveyed to you as you nodded as well.

"I'm sorry Jeong." She shook her head.

"I'm sorry too (YN), let’s just move on from this okay...I just want to forget about it." She asked of you with you nodding.

"Of course."

Jeongyeon curled herself and brought her body into yours as she hugged you to the best she could.

“Thank you…I love you (YN).”

“And I you Jeong, I love you too.”

And both laid there till their bodies signaled them for rest and soon, both of you were napping in each other’s wakes.

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Dorm Life - Shoto Todoroki

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Tags: Shoto Todoroki x Reader, Binaural, Fluff, Cursing, Minor Angst, Kissing (escandalo)

Synopsis: A compilation of drabbles of your life during the pandemic, quarantined in the UA dorms.

Word Count: 2734

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CLASSES

The Sun let its light brush against your skin, giving you a warm hug in the morning. You awoke to the pale blue skies that were painted so elegantly it made you stare. The cumulus clouds softly danced on its stage, etching a smile on your face. You looked around the room, checking for the clock to see what time it was currently.

10:00 a.m. - You were supposed to wake up at 8:00.

Worry rushed through you. The fear of you being late for class thrummed as you tried to get out of your bed.

Hint: tried.

You turned to your side and looked at the male beside you. His hands had found their way around your waist, pulling you in. His head was pressed against your shoulder. His twin-colored hair was disheveled thanks to him turning himself all through the night, His long eyelashes framed his closed lids, his lips slightly parted. Small snores came out in intervals as he snuggled into you, his vice grip around your body tightening even more.

You could help but trace his lips with your finger - it was so soft, you had to.

You pressed a kiss to his forehead, then laid your forehead against his.

“Get up, Sho - class starts in 10 minutes,” you said, rubbing his shoulder.

“I don’t want to, this is too comfortable,” he mumbled, rubbing his head on your shoulder.

“What are you, a cat?” You joked, placing your hands on his cheek, “Let me at least get my laptop on - I can tell Aizawa we’re sharing my laptop and we can just join the class here.”

“Getting the laptop means that you move - and you are not moving,” he said, tightening his grip on you.

“You know we’re going to be in trouble if we don’t join the class, right? Oh yeah, it starts in 5 minutes,” you said, slightly annoyed at him.

Shoto sighs in defeat, “Fine - but, hurry up,”

You pry his arms off of you and rush to your table to get the laptop on. Thankfully, you managed to join the class 3 minutes before it began.

“Aren’t you coming back in here?” Todoroki whined, patting the space beside him.

“Are you finally awake?” You question him.

“Kind of?”

“ ‘Kind of?’ “

“Yes, I am awake - I no longer need to sleep,” he groans.

You take your laptop and place it in the space between the two of you as you sit back on the bed. You pressed another kiss on his forehead, making him smile.

“Good morning, snowflake,” he says as he returns your kiss with one on your forehead.

“Good morning, Sho.”

“Now that you both have shown a great deal of affection, Y/N and Shoto,” Eraserhead says from your Zoom call, “Can my class finally begin?”

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LUNCH BREAK

“I got the money from Aizawa for our meals! Can you all go through the menu and tell me what you want on the class group chat?” Momo shouted from the living room.

“Imagine eating great food for free?” Uraraka smiled, enjoying how our meals were paid for by the school itself, “The pandemic is amazing yet so annoying at the same time.”

You chuckle at the brown-haired girl, seeing her awe-filled expression.

“What are you getting?” You ask her.

“Hmm… maybe Udon? It’s been a long time since I ate it, and since it’s not coming from my pocket…” she eyed the menu, “I’m getting the most expensive one.”

“You know he gave a set amount for the whole class right?” You look at her mischievous expression.

“I’m pretty sure we can stay within the budget. Our class generally doesn’t spend much money on food, right?”

You looked across the room to see Kaminari and Kirishima going through the menu.

“You think those two will be reasonable with their spending? Knowing them, they’re most probably buying the whole menu plus snacks,” you say, looking at their joy-filled grins.

You saw Shoto walk beside Iida, heading towards the two males. Intrigued, you and Uraraka walked towards the group of four.

“Hey,” you say as you hug Shoto from the back, “Everything okay?”

“These two,” Iida said, anger laced in his words, “Ordered everything on the menu.”

You held back your laughter, unlike Uraraka.

“Your skills in predicting the future astound me, Y/N L/N,” she says, covering her mouth.

“Hush,” you say, smiling.

“The two of you…” Iida began, looking at the two wrongdoers, “I don’t know how your closer friends handle you two.”

You look at the scene unfolding in front of you, smiling.

Iida was full-on lecturing the two males, his hands moving in all ten directions. Kaminari and Kirishima just stood there, dumbfounded. You could see the two of them slowly spacing out from the ‘conversation’, but Iida kept going on.

“Hey,” Shoto whispered, “Wanna have a mini-date tonight? I’ll order a few things and get them sent here, and we can watch a movie together?”

“Don’t use the money Aizawa gave though - we don’t need a third victim of Iida’s lectures,” you whisper, earning a smile from the stoic male.

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MINI-DATES

You opened the door to Shoto’s room, comfortably dressed in your Axolotl onesie. In your hands, you brought a hard drive filled with movies that you felt that you both would enjoy. Seeing that Shoto wasn’t in the room, you laid on his bed, waiting for the arrival of the owner of the room. Your eyes went straight to his mirror. He had slid multiple polaroid pictures of you and your friends in the corners of the mirror. Each one of the photos had a small remark, reminding you of all the memories you’ve made throughout your years in UA.

Your hands grazed on the photo he kept on the bedside table.

It was a picture of him and his mother smiling.

Your chest panged when you saw it. He had told you the story behind his scar and his life within the Todoroki household. His hatred for his father grew every day, yet he could never hate his mother - the very person who gave him the scar on his face.

“I love that picture, but not as much as I love this one,” Shoto said, pointing at a photo in the top-left corner of his mirror.

It was a picture of both of you visiting his mother with Fuyumi and Natsuo.

“I’ll admit Natsuo was not the most welcoming to the idea of me dating you, but he slowly loved you as a sibling. I did talk about you to Fuyumi a bunch of times, but she had her suspicions - that all changed when she met you, though. Mom…”

He hesitated, “...she didn’t like the idea of me dating anyone. Yet, you managed to make her like you so much, now she only asks about you whenever I call her,” he chuckled.

“My family loves you - except Endeavor, of course,” he groaned.

“He’ll come around, eventually. You, however,” you walk up to him and cup his face, “Need to talk to him properly - no filter, just say everything.”

You lie back down on the bed, patting the space beside you, “Hurry up - the snacks you bought are calling me.”

After multiple small banters, you both finally decided on Shrek and began to watch the movie.

After a while, you found yourself lying on Shoto’s chest, playing with his fingers as you focused on the movie. Shoto, however, stared at your cute expressions, taking mental notes of all the small things you did when a scene disgusted you, made you laugh or made you feel sad.

“Y/N,” he whispered in your ear once the movie ended, “Thanks for loving me.”

You turned to face the fire user, cupping his face in your hands. His fingers found their way in your hair, enjoying the feeling of your soft locks against his calloused skin. Your thumb began to move in circular motions, eager to feel his soft skin against yours. You stared into his dual-coloured eyes, enjoying the brown and icy blue flecks within each eye. He relaxed against your touch, warmth radiating from him to you.

“I love you so much, Sho - and I will no matter what happens later on.”

You shared a kiss under the glow of the pale moonlight, but all you cared about was how perfect the man you were kissing was.

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TRAINING

“Hey Sho,” you say, nudging the male beside you, “You wanna train after this?”

“I can’t,” he said, looking down, “I asked Midoriya to help me with some things. The only time he’s free is after this, so…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll ask Uraraka!” you say, kissing him on the cheek, “Good luck with whatever you’re doing with Mido.”

Soon, both you and Uraraka headed to Ground Beta to train your hand-to-hand combat.

“Luckily all of us are vaccinated, or the training grounds wouldn’t be open,” you say, thinking.

“Okay, okay - you wanted to work on hand-to-hand combat, right?” You nodded.

Both you and Uraraka got into your positions, mentally preparing yourselves. You were ready to move towards her until you heard sounds coming from the entrance.

“Well, well, well - isn’t that two students from Class 3-A?” Monoma snickered.

You groaned before turning to face him.

“Hello, Monoma? Where’s Kendo?” you ask, hoping that the ginger would come and stop him.

“Kendo’s eating right now - don’t want to disturb her. I don’t mind messing with the two of you, though.”

“What’s the difference, Monoma?” Uraraka added, “We usually keep quiet, but Y/N and I would like to train, so it would be greatly appreciated if you either kept quiet or left.”

“Why would you want to train with them, though?” He said, looking at Uraraka, “They’re the weakest bitch in your whole class, aren’t they?”

“The fuck, Monoma?!” you shouted, “That’s going a bit too far, don’t you think?”

“What? I’m just stating facts; you entered the class later than everyone else, you’re quirkless since you depend on your weapons, you need to train with others so that you can win 10% of the time - don’t the facts say it all?”

“Monoma, you might want to - ”

“Stop? Why should I?” he laughed, “It’s about time someone told you the truth; you’re useless, unneeded, a waste of space, and never going to be a hero - not even a sidekick.”

“So, the student who single-handedly served you your own ass in a fight doesn’t deserve to stay, but your weak fucking self can stay?” Shoto chuckled darkly, his hand slowly freezing Monoma’s shoulder, “That’s a lot of self-confidence for someone who hasn’t fought well for 3 years straight.”

“Next time you talk shit about Y/N, don’t expect to leave without losing any limbs,” he shouted, scaring Monoma.

“Shoto,” you begin, “Let me fight my own battles.”

He stares at you and sighs. His vice grip on Monoma loosens as you walk towards him.

You run your sword against his hands, small cuts forming.

“Talk shit about me again and you won’t be standing. Get the fuck out, dumbass.”

Monoma runs out of Ground Beta, making you chuckle.

“Damn, Y/N,” Uraraka says from afar.

“That’s my lover,” Shoto says, smiling.

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NIGHTMARES

You woke up to the sounds of Shoto whimpering in his sleep.

His clothes were soaked by his sweat, trails of tears strung down his face.

He was shaking - shivering.

Small screams of Natsuo, Fuyumi and Rei’s names escaped his lips along with soft sobs.

“Shoto!” You shouted, shaking him, “Wake up, it’s only a dream - they’re okay, they’re alive.”

You heard your name.

You heard his voice become louder, screaming your name in pain.

“I’m here, I’m fine,” you whisper in his ear.

“I’m right here, Shoto - I haven’t left you. I am here, hugging you. Wake up, okay?’

You heard his whimpers stop as he wrapped his arms around you. He nuzzled his face into your chest as you patted his head.

“Y/N…” you heard him mumble, “Y/N… you’re fine, right?”

“I’m fine, Sho. I’m here hugging you, aren’t I?”

He nodded, pressing his head against your chest.

“You want to talk about it?”

“No…” he trailed off.

“Okay, don’t worry,” you say, kissing him on his head.

“You want me to get you something? Milk, water…?” you ask him, slowly prying yourself off of him.

“Don’t go anywhere.”

“Ok then, koala - I’m not going anywhere,” you say, chuckling.

You hummed a song as you rubbed Shoto’s back, giving him warmth. You wiped the trail of tears and pressed kisses on his cheek.

If he needs you to be his haven, you’ll be an oasis from all the bad.

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CLASS FUN

“Ok, so - everyone is here, right?” Mina said as she stood in the middle of the living room.

You looked at everyone in the living room. Everyone was excited - after all, it’s been a long time since you all did something together as a class.

“I think everyone’s here, Mina,” Shouji said, passing you your drink.

Shoto placed his head on your shoulder, groaning.

“What’s wrong with you?” you ask, worried.

“I wanted to just sleep in today…” he said, sulking.

“Come on, it’s been a long time since we did something as a class - who knows? This might be our last little thing as a class,” you retort.

He hummed in agreement, “Fine.”

“Great! Let’s bring back an old classic, shall we? The game that made all the couples in this classroom, the game that made the impossible possible,” she looked at Bakugou and Izuku, “Spin the Bottle Truth or Dare!”

“This fucking game?” Bakugo cussed.

“Relax, Kacchan~,” Kaminari said, teasing the other blonde.

“Shut up, dunce face,” Bakugo said with anger.

“Keep quiet, you two. Mina’s getting angry,” Kirishima said, eyeing the pink-haired female.

“So what if-”

“Kacchan, shush,” Izuku said, glaring at his partner.

“Thank you, my green-haired savior,” Mina said, smiling at Izuku.

“Let me re-explain how the game works; Person A will spin the bottle in the middle of the circle until it stops on Person B. Person A will play truth or dare with Person B. Clear?” Mina said, smiling.

The game soon spiraled out of control, just like everyone expected.

Kaminari danced in a maid dress, Shinsou was forced to call Aizawa and Present Mic ‘dads’ in a call on speaker, Kirishima was forced to scream “I’m hard!” out loud, and Mina sang Baby Shark to her lover - something we never thought Kirishima would enjoy.

In the last round, the bottle landed on Shoto.

The person who spun the bottle was Sero.

You knew he had something planned - you could see it in his eyes.

“Shoto Todoroki, truth or dare?” He said, smirking.

You looked at him, begging him to not choose dare.

“Truth, I guess?” he said, looking at you.

Phew.

“What do you and Y/N do when you’re alone?”

Shit.

“Take dare, take the dare, take the dare…” you mumbled under your breath, hoping he’d listen.

“Can I take the dare?” Shoto said, questioning your actions.

Phew.

“Make out with Y/N right here.”

Shit.

“Give them some privacy, Sero!” Uraraka shouted on your behalf.

“He already evaded the truth question, I’m not modifying the dare,” Sero said, huffing.

“Y/N,” Shoto said, looking at you, “Is it okay?”

You sigh in frustration, “I put us in this situation, Sho. Let’s just get it over with.”

Shoto smiled, looking at your pissed expression.

“Look at me,” he whispered in your ear, raising small goosebumps on your skin.

His hands slowly went to your cheeks, eyeing the flecks in your eyes - how they sparkled just for him and him alone. His thumb reached your lips and parted it - enjoying how you were putty in his hands. His hand slowly went from your cheek to your chin, raising it to make your forehead meet his.

“Geez, Y/N,” he said, lust filling his eyes, “You’re so perfect.”

He softly pressed his lips against yours. He sucked on your lips, enjoying the strawberry lip balm you put just before you entered the living room. Your hands gripped on his dual-colored hair, fingers entangled.

The soft kiss soon turned desperate, needy.

In, out, in, out - the synchronization of your lips.

The need for breath soon came and your lips parted from his.

“Well, that was something,” you said, laughing.

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[iwadori]

Hey! I really liked that atsumu x reader fic where reader's Kita's sister. Could we get a similar fic but instead it's Kuroo dating kenma's equally as socially awkward sister/team manager?

Dating your Brothers teammate PT 2 (Kuroo)

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word count: 1.8K

Genre: angst, fluff

You were a first year in Nekoma high school

You kept to yourself, since you found it hard to make friends

You spent your time in your classes, the library or joining your old brother’s (kenma) practices, although when you did attend you didn’t socialize with all your brother teammates you either sat with a book on in your hand or (if you were lucky) played on Kenma’s nintendo swtich.  

When Kuroo first saw you, he thought you were the prettiest girl that he ever laid his eyes on. He was speechless, to say the least. Kenma introduced him and you first as when you started in your first year, since he knew that you two should at least be acquainted with each other as you were all going to be walking to school together.

You found Kuroo very annoying (and that was an understatement) his debonair smirk, his wild wild bedhead and all of his continuous chemistry puns were things you found attractive annoying about him.  

Sometimes when you attend practice, you could tell that Kuroo was trying extra hard in an attempt to ‘show off’ to you, but you took no notice since you knew what type of guy Kuroo was (well you thought). Kuroo was a heavy flirt (well everyone he laid eyes on) he also was a giant dick. To you, he was a your average stereotypical teenage boy.

One day, Kenma fell ill with a cold so it just left you alone to walk to school. However, when you left your house, you see the last person you want to see.  

“Kenma’s not coming today” you whisper softly, but loud enough for him to hear.

“Yeah I know” he smiled

“So then why are you here?” you ask

“Well I’ll have you know Y/N, I’m here to see you.” he said as you start walking

On your route to school, you don’t say much just letting Kuroo talk about things or asking you questions to which you just nodded or shook your head in reply. As much as you’d like too, you didn’t know how to properly talk to someone like Kuroo, knowing the types of conversations he’s used to having with people, especially other girls.

Reaching the gates of Nekoma, before you could step inside Kuroo pulls you to side and puts his hands on your shoulders “Y/N” he says,

“Yes Kuroo?” you look up at him

“I just want to say I like you..” he says waiting for a response from you  

“I-I ...umm” You didn’t really know what to say, although you did find him annoying beyond relief there were some redeeming qualities about Kuroo that you could think of. But would two even work properly?

From your lack of response Kuroo continued, “I’m sure you don’t trust me right now, but Y/N don’t worry I’ll make sure I’ll prove to you that I’m a good guy for you.”

You couldn’t do anything but nod, since you didn’t really know what to say to that. Just then, the bell rings and you were still frozen in place, only snapping out of your trance when you hear Kuroo shout from afar “Don’t worry Y/N im going to do my best to woo you!”

Over the next month, Kuroo is doing his extra best to get you to fall in love with him doing things like: walking you to your lessons, carrying your books for you, bringing you lunch and spending everyday complimenting you to your face and to his friends.  

His actions made you swoon, you did feel more comfortable around him, although you haven't confessed your feelings yet, you were planning on to at the date that you reluctantly accepted to go on. You were going to have dinner first at this nice restaurant that you showed interest in ages ago and you were planning to watch a sequel to *insert favourite movie here* since he knew that you really liked the first one.

Before leaving out to the date you looked in the mirror giving yourself a once over. ‘Wow I look hot’ you thought smiling, you were kind of excited to see Kuroo and hear what he had to say about how you looked today. When you were leaving you were startled by Kenma who said

“Where are you going Y/N?” he asked with his eyes focused on his game

“Oh, to the library” you lied your cheeks heating up.

“Sure, you are...” he said

“Bye Kenma” you say putting your hand on the door knob

“Oh Y/N” he calls

“Mhm”  

“You look nice today” making you smile wide giving your brother a ‘Thank you’ before finally leaving.

On the way to the restaurant, you had a pep in your step, you felt the happiest you’ve ever been in a while. You stood outside the restaurant and took a few deep breaths to calm the sudden surge of nerves that washed over you. You counted to 10 and walked in the resturaunt freezing at what you saw, there was Kuroo looking as handsome as ever but next to him was a beautiful girl who was tall and had long hair, pretty eyes and a great body who also reminded you of someone you knew (but you just couldn’t put your finger on it.)

She exclaimed “Tetsu!” and pulling into a hug, her boobs pushing against his chest making you cringe. You didn’t know what to do, you couldn’t compete with this European-looking supermodel, especially she already looks really friendly with ‘Tetsu.’  

You storm out the restaurant a bit too aggressively, causing attention to yourself making Kuroo look at over to you, cursing himself for knowing how the situation looks to you. He chases after you, but sadly you were already gone.

When you got home, you rushed upstairs to your room with tears in your eyes. You knew this was stupid in the first place ‘Trusting a guy like Kuroo Testurou, how stupid can you be.’  

Kenma came into your room, never asking or caring to know what happened as he knew that once you were ready to tell him you would. You and Kenma have always been close, as you’re both as quiet as each other you never felt the need to be surrounded by a bunch of people since both of you were just what each of you needed.

You managed to forget the awfulness of your ‘date’ getting distracted by trying to win in a game of Murder Mystery on roblox and also having fun trolling 6 year olds with your brother. The night was basically ended and before you dozed off to sleep and Kenma went to his own bedroom he said “At least talk to him Y/N” leaving your room not waiting for a response.

As you slept, you thought about what Kenma said ‘what more is their to say to Kuroo?’ You did think about all the possibilites of what could’ve really happened with Kuroo and that girl. Maybe they’re just friends? You didn’t want to think about the possibility of you being wrong. You were never wrong. So you just slept with the assumption of Kuroo being who you thought he was in the first place. A womanizing dick.

As lonely it was, you didn’t tag along with Kenma to the gym and you made sure to wake up earlier so you didn’t have to walk to school with your brother and your boyfriend his best friend.  

Kuroo really wanted to talk to you again but you were heavy on the ignoring him. He even asked Kenma for help, but even though your brother was definitely always going to be on your side no matter what, he didn’t want to be in between his bestfriend and his little sister.

When you were walking home from school one day, you were stopped by the pretty girl that was with Kuroo on your ‘date.’ “Hi, my name is Alisa Haiba” she said smiling

‘Haiba’ you thought ‘Where do I know that surname?’ until you realised, “Oh your L-”

“Lev’s sister, that knucklehead is my brother” she laughed

“So what do you need me for?” you ask  

“Me and Kuroo are just friends, I know you probably won’t believe me but me and him are NOT dating or anything romantic, he’s as much as a little brother too me then Lev is” she said

“Oh ok, thanks” you didn’t have any more to say and with this newfound information, you did feel more inclined to give Kuroo a chance, and that is if he even wanted one after all the ignoring and avoiding you’ve been doing. Now you feel stupid.

You thought back to all your times with Kuroo, making you smile. You knew what you had to do, you couldn’t shy away from this anymore, you thought about the scenario of him completely rejecting you and to be honest you were content with that as if ‘you don’t ask you don’t get’ or whatever the saying is. Since it was Friday, you knew that Kuroo would be at Kenmas playing smash bros on their switches (and that’s when you would usually spend extra time at the library to avoid him.)

So, you rushed to your house, dramatically opening the door exasperated. “Kuroo!” you shout, not even looking to see if he was there, to your horror there was the whole team over tonight who were quite humored by your shout.  

You went red and then shyly whispered “May I speak to Kuroo please?” looking up at him “that’s if you wanted”

“Umm...sure” he said getting up to follow you into your room.

Kenma gave you a reassuring smile that read ‘Everything's going to be ok.’ You led Kuroo to your bedroom and sat on your bed fidgeting.  

“I’m sorry”

“I’m sorry”

You both say at the same time, making each other laugh he waits for you to speak, “Kuroo, I’m sorry for misreading the situation and ignoring you and making you out to be a complete dick, I know I’m probably a bit too late but I’d love to ask you on a proper date... one that I won’t run away on this time”

“Y/N, it’s fine. I’m sorry for not actually explaining the situation as I know what it looked like. And yes, I will definitely take you up on that date... that’s if you’ll have a ‘dick’ like me” he jokes

You playfully shove his arm, making you both laugh. You spend the rest of the night with Kuroo in your room catching up on all the things you’ve both missed out on in the time when you were ignoring him.

The date you went on was better than you imagined, Kuroo was definitely a great guy (making you feel even more stupid for assuming differently in the first place.) You developed an amazing relationship with Kuroo, which lead you to eventually become mrs Y/N Kuroo and having Kenma and Kuroo be able to officially call themselves ‘real brothers’

AN: I really actually enjoyed this one, so I hope you do too. <3

[racheloveyunho]

Till Death do us part - 1

Y/N grew up in a wealthy family, she always was seen as a beautiful and smart kid and was most likely to take her father’s place as the CEO of one of the most important companies in South Korea. However, after the death of her mother, Y/N’s family slowly started to break apart. Her father was always working to forget his uncalled pain while his kids were left alone at home.

She was 17 years old when her life took a sudden turn when she met him in a dark alley. He was a bloody mess, bruises everywhere but behind blood and dirt, she could see his beautiful features and his addictive gaze. Maybe she should have walked away, maybe she shouldn’t have helped him, but the moment his gaze locked with hers, she was already his.

Choi San was his name.

Genre: Mafia AU, angst, fluff, stranger to lovers

Words: 2486

 TW: Y/N is described as an OC. Please be aware that this story will contain a lot of triggering content such as smut, blood, death, murder, drug, kidnapping, etc. Do not read if you are under a legal age!

Chapter 1

 I still wonder what would have happened if I didn’t meet him during this gloomy night? We were young and I was way too brave for my own good. Maybe it was my faith or maybe it was a sheer coincidence but now, I know that I will love him till death do us part.

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 5 years ago.

 "Hey Y/N, wake up sleepyhead! It’s time to go to school and I will surely not wait for the princess to wake up" my brother yelled loudly from the first floor, waking me up in the process.

I groaned and shifted uncomfortably in my bed; it was too much noise at such an early time of the day. My long-browned hair was messy from the last night, as always. I was the type of girl to move a lot during my sleep and my morning head was always a funny one, swollen, with small eyes and with some of my lightly curled hair stuck in my mouth. After five minutes of rethinking my life decisions, I found enough motivation to get out of my bed and walked down the stairs.

"Why the hell did I agree to help other students during holidays, huh?” I asked my brother as I lazily rubbed my tummy.

“Maybe because you are too dumb to say no to your teachers?” he answered, his mouth full of food.

“Do you mind keeping your mouth shut while you are eating? It’s disgusting.” I shook my head disapprovingly.

I headed toward the kitchen to get a cup of fresh milk. Jin, my brother, childishly opened his mouth wide to show me the content of it. I let out a long “Ew!” before smashing his arm playfully.

“No, but seriously Y/N. There’s no use to be brilliant at school if that means you have to help your classmates with their studies during holidays” Jin said after taking a sip of his coffee.

“Yeah, but the teacher who asked me this favor told me that he will write a recommendation for me if I agreed to help him” I answered.

“You don’t even need a recommendation, we’re from a rich family” Jin mumbled to himself but it was loud enough for me to hear it.

 He wasn’t totally wrong and I knew it. We were born with a silver spoon in our mouth. We were “cake eater” as the other kids used to call us when we were younger, we never knew what it felt like to run out of money and everyone at school was jealous of me because of that.

But they didn’t know. No one knew how hard it actually was for me and my brother.

My mother passed away 2 years ago, and since then, my father didn’t stay at home with us longer than a week straight. He was always working, working, and working again, his job had literally become his life. He was one of the richest men in Korea and still, he was always eager for more and worked every day and night for it.

He wasn’t a good father for me and Jin. He never made any compliments to us, all he was able to do was to pressure us to be as perfect as possible or at least perfect enough to not ashamed him and his reputation. Unlike my brother, I wanted to hear my father say that he was proud of me, just for once. That’s why I was trying hard to be the perfect daughter, with good grades, good manners, and good appearance but even if I tried my best, it wasn’t enough for him.

 “Do you know why I’m working so hard, Jin?” I asked him, voice as soft as a whisper, almost not daring to tell the truth.

“Why?” Jin put a hand on the top of mine, a sign of comfort since he already knew my upcoming answer.

“I don’t want to follow his rules forever. I’m still a minor so I had to stick at them but when I’ll turn 20, I will leave this house and will never come back” I sadly stated, “I want to marry a man I’m in love with, I want to do a job I like and most of all, I don’t want our father to commend my life.”

 Jin tightened his grip on my hand. He understood me, he understood me too well. We were indeed rich but we were far from being happy. Jin was 6 years older than me which means he was already an adult. He wanted to leave this house as much as me but couldn’t bring himself to do so and leave me behind.

Unlike me, Jin has never been a good student, he always has been considered a failure to our father, and even if he finally was able to run away from here, he stayed there for me. I was really lucky to have a brother like him and I was well aware of that.

 I took my breakfast and came back to my room to take a quick shower and get ready for this day I knew would be exhausting.

My brother was already waiting in his car. Jin took me to school as often as he could. He was working on a supermarket he owned and even if he was pretty busy, he wanted to spend his mornings with his “sweet baby sister” as he liked to call me.

I am indeed lucky to have a brother like him.

 8 pm, it was already late when I heard the bell ring for the last time today. I was the last one to leave the class as I helped my teacher with the preparation of some material for the next day. It didn’t bother me too much, I wasn’t in a hurry to get home since I knew my dad was finally coming back home from his work.

In all honesty, I didn’t want to see him. I didn’t miss him at all, even after all this time. I wandered here and there even though the street was already pitch black.

 “Oh! It’s been a while since I last went to the haunted alley!” I happily exclaimed to myself.

I knew every nook and cranny of Seoul, I grew up there after all. My favorite place was the haunted alley. As its name suggests and according to some beliefs, that path would be haunted.

It was an old story I heard with my friends when I was less than 10 years old. A grandma from our neighborhood scolded us and told us not to stay there because there was a woman who had been murdered in the walkway and that since then, one could hear her cry every night.

A simple way to scare naïve kids you may think, and you are more than right. However, this story is known by everyone, not just by kids. That’s the reason why I love this place, thanks to all of these rumors, no one uses this path except me. It was like my secret place.

 I walked around the alley with heavy steps, thinking about my father and his upcoming lecture about how to be a good girl. My thoughts were suddenly stopped by the voice of two men who seemed to be fighting each other. I stayed still for a moment, trying to figure out where the noises were coming from.

“You piece of shit! And you claim yourself as the Boss” son?” One voice laughed.

I hid in the dark and saw what could have been mistaken with a scene from a horror movie. Between two old houses, a tall man was beating up a boy who seemed to be around my age.

I felt shivers down my spine but before I could even think straight, my body started to move with its own will.

“Hey! Let him go!” I shouted, my voice betraying me by showing how scared I really was.

 I moved closer to the two men, I could now see them more clearly.

The young boy was sitting on the ground, badly bleeding, whereas the tall man was standing in front of him, blood on his hand and his nose broken.

They were watching me. The silence was heavy, the only thing I could hear was the beating of my racing heart and the shake of my knees that were begging me to run away from this place. The silence was soon replaced by an ominous laugh.

“Wow. What a beauty! Is she your girlfriend? Huh?” The tall man laughed and hit the youngest on his stomach before coming closer to me.

He came closer, until he was in front of me. I had a better view of his poor state. He wasn’t less bleeding than the other man, his blood was actually covering his whole face.

I don’t know what had taken into me at this exact moment, the adrenaline was rushing in my veins and even though my feet were stuck on the ground, unable to move, my hand reached the pepper spray I always carried in my bag. Before the man could react, I used my weapon against him.

When the chemical product had reached his eyes, he screamed and placed his hands on his face, trying desperately to soothe the pain. I took advantage of the situation and kicked him as hard as I could on his crotch before he fell loudly on the ground.

I quickly grabbed the boy by his arm and helped him stand up. He was badly injured but followed me without any complaint.

 I was panting when I reached a lighted street. We stopped there, trying to catch our breath.  I turned around to face the man I was still holding and my breath hitched in my throat, not from the run I previously had but because of how beautiful this man looked.

“Are you okay? What is your name?” I asked him but he simply stayed silent, staring at me with his piercing eyes.

I took a better look at his features, he was really handsome with a well-defined face. He wasn't older than me but he hadn't the body of a teenager either. His broad shoulders and his arms muscles could be seen without any effort from him. His dark hair was harmonizing with the dark of his eyes and his dimples were visible as the border of his lips turned upright in an inviting smirk.

How can someone like him be involved in such a fight?

“The sight is at your taste?” he giggled, his smile spreading wider.

I finally took notice of my staring when I heard him laugh. I must say it was the most beautiful laugh I ever heard, slightly high-pitched but almost bewitching.

“I wasn’t staring!” I shouted from embarrassment. Fortunately, the darkness of the night was covering the redness on my cheeks.

“Sure, you weren’t” He added, amused by my reaction “I’m San. Choi San. I didn’t need your help earlier but thank you, I’m glad you rescued me”

He came closer to me and gave me a sincere smile, showing even more his dimples.

My heart was going crazy in my chest. This boy seemed small earlier compared to the other man but he was way taller than me, maybe 7 inches taller.

“You’re welcome”

I was a bit intimidated by him but I dared not to look away. He had something special, an aura that seemed as dangerous as comforting. His gaze was intense and deep, it was like he was looking through me, memorizing every detail of my face.

He didn’t move and didn’t talk for at least 2 minutes and even if I was feeling uncomfortable, I did my best not to let him know.

“Where is your house?” he finally asked after what felt like an eternity.

He startled me with his sudden question, I didn’t expect him to talk this soon. Why did he want to know where I lived? He probably wanted to walk me home and I would have gladly let this handsome guy walk me home if I hadn’t met him in an odd situation.

‘But he is really handsome…’  I thought, sighing softly, making San arch an eyebrow.

“It’s okay, I live near here, no need to walk me home. You can go ahead…” I said “Go ahead to…the hospital, your house or…go murdering someone…whichever comes first” I added, lowering my voice at the end of my sentence.

His face changed into a surprised expression “I wasn’t going to walk you home, don’t worry”

I sighed in relief even if I felt a bit disappointed, maybe he wasn't that bad after all.

“I want to stalk you” he stared at me with his beautiful smile as if it was the most natural thing to say.

‘What the fuck?’

“Sure, stalking me haha, it was obvious, silly me!” I gently hit my head and laughed awkwardly, taking a step back from him.

He laughed sweetly and took my chin between his thumb and his index to lift my face up. His mouth came closer to my ear and he whispered a small “Just joking” before turning his heels back and leaving me, alone, in the dark street.

  I was finally back home. Fortunately for me, my dad hadn’t noticed me since he was already sleeping on the couch.

I quickly went upstairs to my room and collapsed on my bed, my mind still processing what had happened earlier. It was scary to say the least but fascinating at the same time. I was still confused even after showering. This San had a deep effect on me, not only mentally but physically too.

“Choi San…” I muttered before closing my eyes and drifting into a deep sleep.

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This is my first story, it’s bad but I’ll try to improve myself!

This series will be uploaded slowly since I don't have a lot of time.

Thank you for reading!

[mostlymovieswithmax]

Movies I watched in May

Sadly, I kind of skipped writing a post for April. It was a mad month with so much going on: lots of emails sent and lots of stress. I started a new job so I’m getting to grips with that... and even then, I still watched a bunch of movies. But this is about what I watched in May and, yeah… still a bunch. So if you’re looking to get into some other movies - possibly some you’ve thought about watching but didn’t know what they were like, or maybe like the look of something you’ve never heard of - then this may help! So here’s every film I watched from the 1st to the 31st of May 2021 Tenet (2020) - 8/10 This was my third time watching Christopher Nolan’s most Christopher Nolan movie ever and it makes no sense but I still love it. The spectacle of it all is truly like nothing I’ve ever seen. I had also watched it four days prior to this watch also, only this time I had enabled audio description for the visually impaired, thinking it would make it funny… It didn’t.

Nomadland (2020) - 6/10 Chloé Zhao’s new movie got a lot of awards attention. Everyone was hyped for this and when it got put out on Disney+ I was eager to see what all the fuss was about. Seeing these real nomads certainly gave the film an authenticity, along with McDormand’s ever-praisable acting. But generally I found it quite underwhelming and lacking a lot in its pacing. Nomadland surely has its moments of captivating cinematography and enticing commentary on the culture of these people, but it felt like it went on forever without any kind of forward direction or goal. The Prince of Egypt (1998) - 6/10 I reviewed this on my podcast, The Sunday Movie Marathon. For what it is, it’s pretty fun but nowhere near as good as some of the best DreamWorks movies.

Chinatown (1974) - 8/10 What a fantastic and wonderfully unpredictable mystery crime film! I regret to say I’ve not seen many Jack Nicholson performances but he steals the show. Despite Polanski’s infamy, it’d be a lie to claim this wasn’t truly masterful. Howl’s Moving Castle (2004) - 8/10 Admittedly I was half asleep as I curled up on the sofa to watch this again on a whim. I watched this with someone who demanded the dubbed version over the subtitled version and while I objected heavily, I knew I’d seen the movie before so it didn’t matter too much. That person also fell asleep about 20 minutes in, so how pointless an argument it was. Howl’s Moving Castle boasts superb animation, the likes of which I’ve only come to expect of Miyazaki. The story is so unique and the colours are absolutely gorgeous. This may not be my favourite from the legendary director but there’s no denying its splendour.

Bāhubali: The Beginning (2015) - 3/10 The next morning I watched some absolute trash. This crazy, over the top Indian movie is hilarious and I could perhaps recommend it if it weren’t so long. That being said, Bāhubali was not a dumpster fire; it has a lot of good-looking visual effects and it’s easy to see the ambition for this epic story, it just doesn’t come together. There’s fun to be had with how the main character is basically the strongest man in the world and yet still comes across as just a lucky dumbass, along with all the dancing that makes no sense but is still entertaining to watch. Seven Samurai (1954) - 10/10 If it wasn’t obvious already, Seven Samurai is a masterpiece. I reviewed this on The Sunday Movie Marathon podcast, so more thoughts can be found there. Red Road (2006) - 6/10 Another recommendation on episode 30 of the podcast. Red Road really captures the authentic British working class experience. Before Sunrise (1995) - 10/10 One of the best romances put to film. The first in Richard Linklater’s Before Trilogy is undoubtedly my favourite, despite its counterparts being almost equally as good. It tells the story of a young couple travelling through Europe, who happen to meet on a train and spend the day together. It is gloriously shot on location in Vienna and features some of the most interesting dialogue I’ve ever seen put to film. Heartbreakingly beautiful.

Tokyo Story (1953) - 9/10 This Japanese classic - along with being visually and sonically masterful - is a lot about appreciating the people in your life and taking the time to show them that you love them. It’s about knowing it’s never too late to rekindle old relationships if you truly want to, which is something I’ve been able to relate to in recent years. It broke my heart in two. Tokyo Story will make you want to call your mother. Before Sunset (2004) - 10/10 Almost a decade after Sunrise, Sunset carries a sombre yet relieving feeling. Again, the performances from Julie Delpy and Ethan Hawke take me away, evoking nostalgic feelings as they stroll through the contemporary Parisian streets. There is no regret in me for buying the Criterion blu-ray boxset for this trilogy. Before Midnight (2013) - 10/10 Here, Linklater cements this trilogy as one of the best in film history. It’s certainly not the ending I expected, yet it’s an ending I appreciate endlessly. Because it doesn’t really end. Midnight shows the troubling times of a strained relationship; one that has endured so long and despite initially feeling almost dreamlike in how idealistically that first encounter was portrayed, the cracks appear as the film forces you to come to terms with the fact that fairy-tale romances just don’t exist. Relationships require effort and sacrifice and sometimes the ones that truly work are those that endure through all the rough patches to emerge stronger. The Holy Mountain (1973) - 10/10 Jodorowsky’s masterpiece is absolute insanity. I talked more about it on The Sunday Movie Marathon podcast.

The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014) - 10/10 Another watch for Grand Budapest because I bought the Criterion blu-ray. As unalterably perfect as ever. Blue Jay (2016) - 6/10 Rather good up to a point. My co-hosts and I did not agree on how good this movie was, which is a discussion you can listen to on my podcast. Shadow and Bone: The Afterparty (2021) - 3/10 For what it’s worth, I really enjoyed the first season of Shadow and Bone, which is why I wanted to see what ‘The Afterparty’ was about. This could have been a lot better and much less annoying if all those terrible comedians weren’t hosting and telling bad jokes. I don’t want to see Fortune Feimster attempt to tell a joke about oiling her body as the cast of the show sit awkwardly in their homes over Zoom. If it had simply been a half hour, 45 minute chat with the cast and crew about how they made the show and their thoughts on it, a lot of embarrassment and time-wasting could have been spared. Wadjda (2012) - 6/10 Another recommendation discussed at length on The Sunday Movie Marathon. Wadjda was pretty interesting from a cultural perspective but largely familiar in terms of story structure.

Freddy Got Fingered (2001) - 2/10 A truly terrible movie with maybe one or two scenes that stop it from being a complete catastrophe. Tom Green tried to create something that almost holds a middle finger to everyone who watches it and to some that could be a fun experience, but to me it just came across as utterly irritating. It’s simply a bunch of scenes threaded together with an incredibly loose plot. He wears the skin of a dead deer, smacks a disabled woman over and over again on the legs to turn her on, and he swings a newborn baby around a hospital room by its umbilical cord (that part was actually pretty funny). I cannot believe I watched this again, although I think I repressed a lot of it since having seen it for the first time around five years ago. The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn - Part 1 - (2011) I have to say, these movies seem to get better with each instalment. They’re still not very good though. That being said, I’m amazed at how many times I’ve watched each of the Twilight movies at this point. This time around, I watched Breaking Dawn - Part 1 with a YMS commentary track on YouTube and that made the experience a lot more entertaining. Otherwise, this film is super dumb but pretty entertaining. I would recommend watching these movies with friends. Solaris (1972) - 8/10 Andrei Tarkovsky’s grand sci-fi epic about the emotional crises of a crew on the space station orbiting the fictional planet Solaris is much as strange and creepy as you might expect from the master Russian auter. I had wanted to watch this for a while so I bought the Criterion blu-ray and it’s just stunning. It’s clear to see the 2001: A Space Odyssey inspiration but Solaris is quite a different beast entirely. Jaws (1975) - 4/10 I really tried to get into this classic movie, but Jaws exhibits basically everything I don’t like about Steven Spielberg’s directing. For sure, the effects are crazily good but the story itself is poorly handled and largely uninteresting. It was just a massive slog to get through.

Darkman (1990) - 6/10 Sam Raimi’s superhero movie is so much fun, albeit massively stupid. Further discussion on Darkman can be found on episode 32 of The Sunday Movie Marathon podcast. Darkman II: The Return of Durant (1995) - 1/10 Abysmal. I forgot the movie as I watched it. This was part of a marathon my friends and I did for episode 32 of our podcast. Darkman III: Die Darkman Die (1996) - 1/10 Perhaps this trilogy is not so great after all. Only marginally better than Darkman II but still pretty terrible. More thoughts on episode 32 of my podcast. F For Fake (1973) - 8/10 Rewatching this proved to be a worthwhile decision. Albeit slightly boring, there’s no denying how crazy the story of this documentary about art forgers is. The standout however, is the director himself. Orson Welles makes a lot of this film about himself and how hot his girlfriend is and it is hilarious.

The Mitchells vs. The Machines (2021) - 4/10 More style over substance, Sony’s new animated adventure wants so much to be in trend with the current internet culture but it simply doesn’t understand what it’s emulating. There’s a nyan cat reference, for crying out loud. For every joke that works, there are about ten more that do not and were it not for the wonderful animation, it simply wouldn’t be getting so much praise. Taxi Driver (1976) - 10/10 The first movie I’ve seen in a cinema since 2020 and damn it was good to be back! I’ve already reviewed Taxi Driver in my March wrap-up but seeing it in the cinema was a real treat. Irreversible (2002) - 8/10 One of the most viscerally horrendous experiences I’ve ever had while watching a movie. I cannot believe a friend of mine gave me the DVD to watch. More thoughts on episode 32 of The Sunday Movie Marathon podcast. Don’t watch it with the family. The Golden Compass (2007) - 1/10 I had no recollection of this being as bad as it is. The Golden Compass is the definition of a factory mandated movie. Nothing it does on its own is worth any kind of merit. I would say, if you wanted an experience like what this tries to communicate, a better option by far is the BBC series, His Dark Materials. More of my thoughts can be found in the review I wrote on Letterboxd.

Antichrist (2009) - 8/10 Lars von Trier is nothing if not provocative and I can understand why someone would not like Antichrist, but I enjoyed it quite a lot. After watching it, I wrote a slightly disjointed summary of my interpretations of this highly metaphorical movie in the group chat, so fair warning for a bit of spoilers and graphic descriptions: It's like, the patriarchy, man! Oppression! Men are the rational thinkers with big brains and the women just cry and be emotional. So she's seen as crazy when she's smashing his cock and driving a drill through his leg to keep him weighted down. Like, how does he like it, ya know? So then she mutilates herself like she did with him and now they're both wounded, but the animals crowd around her (and the crow that he couldn't kill because it's Mother nature, not Father nature, duh). Then he kills her, even though she could've killed him loads of times but didn't. So it's like "haha big win for the man who was subjected to such horrific torture. Victory!" And then all the women with no faces come out of the woods because it's like a constant cycle. Manchester By The Sea (2016) - 6/10 Great performances in this super sad movie. I can’t say I got too much out of it though. Roar (1981) - 9/10 Watching Roar again was still as terrifying an experience as the first time. If you want to watch something that’s loose on plot with poor acting but with real big cats getting in the way of production and physically attacking people, look no further. This is the scariest movie I’ve ever seen because it’s all basically real. Cannot recommend it enough. Eyes Without A Face (1960) - 8/10 I’m glad I checked this old French movie out again. There’s a lot to marvel at in so many aspects, what with the premise itself - a mad surgeon taking the faces from unsuspecting women and transplanting them onto another - being incredibly unique for the time. Short, sweet and entertaining!

Se7en (1995) - 10/10 The first in a David Fincher marathon we did for The Sunday Movie Marathon, episode 33. Zodiac (2007) - 10/10 Second in the marathon, as it was getting late, we decided to watch half that evening and the last half on the following evening. Zodiac is a brilliant movie and you can hear more of my thoughts on the podcast (though I apologise; my audio is not the best in this episode). Gone Girl (2014) - 10/10 My favourite Fincher movie. More insights into this masterpiece in episode 33 of the podcast. Friends: The Reunion (2021) - 6/10 It was heartwarming to see the old actors for this great show together again. I talked about the Friends reunion film at length in episode 33 of my podcast.

Wolfwalkers (2020) - 10/10 I reviewed this in an earlier post but would like to reiterate just how wonderful Wolfwalkers is. If you get the chance, please see it in the cinema. I couldn’t stop crying from how beautiful it was. Raya and The Last Dragon (2021) - 6/10 After watching Wolfwalkers, I decided I didn’t want to go home. So I had lunch in town and booked a ticket for Disney’s Raya and The Last Dragon. A child was coughing directly behind me the entire time. Again, I reviewed this in an earlier post but generally it was decent but I have so many problems with the execution. The Princess Bride (1987) - 9/10 Clearly I underrated this the last time I watched it. The Princess Bride is warm and hilarious with some delightfully memorable characters. A real classic!

The Invisible Kid (1988) - 1/10 About as good as you’d expect a movie with that name to be, The Invisible Kid was a pick for The Sunday Movie Marathon podcast, the discussion for which you can listen to in episode 34. Babel (2006) - 9/10 The same night that I watched The Invisible Kid, I watched a masterful and dour drama from the director of Birdman and The Revenant. Babel calls back to an earlier movie of Iñárritu’s, called Amores Perros and as I was informed while we watched this for the podcast, it turns out Babel is part of a trilogy alongside the aforementioned film. More thoughts in episode 34 of the podcast. Snake Eyes (1998) - 1/10 After feeling thoroughly emotionally wiped out after Babel, we immediately watched another recommendation for the podcast: Snake Eyes, starring Nicolas Cage. This was a truly underwhelming experience and for more of a breakdown into what makes this movie so bad, you can listen to us talk about it on the podcast.

[lovenhlboys]

From a Distance (E.Pettersson X Reader)

Chapter 1

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A/n: hello peoples!! I’m so excited to FINALLY post the first chapter of this fic!!! I’ve been working on it for a long time, and after a few unpleasant delays, it’s finally happening 😁. While this isn’t my first fic, this is my first NHL fic, and the first fic I’m posting on Tumblr, so I’m a little nervous. This first chapter is mostly the set up to the main story, this is reader’s side of things with a flashback story. Chapter two will be mostly from Elias’s point of view. The rest of the chapters will switch back and fourth between the two.

CREDIT: Finally, before we get started I have to shout out my proofreaders. Y’all put up with me and my insanity: @siriushxney @iateyourdonuts @petey-patty @hufflepuff-girlx @cherrylita @immmbabyyygraceee @💕💕And specifically @imagines-r-s ASH!!! Babes, you have been the best and most supportive friend I could’ve asked for during this. You boosted my confidence about this fic and I have no idea what I’d do without you 😁😁

Without further ado, let’s get started shall we!! (Sorry for the long A/N, it’ll only be for this first chapter)

Paring: Elias Pettersson X Fem!Reader

Warnings: lots of cursing, friends with benefits but like...just cuddling???, references to iCarly, mentions of One Tree Hill.

Genere: enemies-ish —>friends —> lovers

Legend: (i suggest having these ready before you read)

Y/C/N/N= your cute nick name, only Markstrom calls you it (you’ll see why) this can be either a pet name you like, or a nick name you already have.

Y/N/N= your nick name, Brock, Quinn, and a few others call you this, it’s more of a playful name. Again, this can be a nickname you already have (if you don’t have one I suggest something stupid (sounds like something Stech or Brock would come up with)

Y/N= this is your first name, only Elias calls you this unless it’s a serious situation, or you’re in trouble, or Brock is being an ass. (If it wasn’t clear before...your last name is Boeser)

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: you have a hardcore crush on your brothers best friend, who also happens to barely speak to you...it’s a slight predicament.

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(This is set in the 2021 season, however, because of my denial, Marky and Stech are still in Vancouver and were never traded... also no Covid. however the season was still delayed just to make it easier to follow.)

Present (Feb. 2021)

You’ve always been best friends with your older brother, you never had any real issues when you were younger and you were inseparable. So much so in fact, that once you graduated early a little less than two years ago (June 2019), he asked you to move to Vancouver and live with him. He was always so protective of you and you appreciated everything he has done in your life. One of the best parts about Brock being your older brother was the people he introduced to you. You aren’t very social and god knows how much of a people person your brother is. Once you had moved in, Brock quickly introduced you to the team. And with your double major in Statistics: Data Sciences and Sports Management, you were able to secure a job with the team. Quickly, you found yourself with a second family, one with many members.

Quinn Hughes is your best friend. when you met him about a year and a half ago, you hit it off immediately. With both of you being the same age and not very social, there was an obvious connection there. When Brock and The boys  go out, it is you and Quinn who stay in and watch shows on the couch (your favorite being New Girl). Huggy Bear is so sweet and you tell him EVERYTHING, even things you’d never tell your brother. You are still thanking the draft lottery every day that the Canucks received the 7th overall pick that gave you your bestie.

Thatcher Demko AKA Dems AKA Thatch AKA baby goalie is the sweetest and most hilarious guy you know. He is always looking after you just like Brock, but he is also one of the most annoying guys you know. When you’d first met you had the biggest crush on him. You told Quinn as much and he gave you so much shit for it. That crush was short-lived though, once you found out how obnoxious he could be. You still love him, just as a friend. Though Quinn never forgets to remind you of the crush that once was.

Bo Horvat is like another big brother to you. Sure you have Brock, but he’s your best friend. Bo, however, is the person you go to when you needed advice. Holly is one of the only WAGs you’ve become close with. She and you consistently have wine and gossip nights, of which Quinn is sometimes in attendance. Plus, you and Quinn are an amazing babysitting team for Gunnar if you have anything to say about it. 

Troy Stecher is the annoying older brother you never had. He always makes fun of you, calls you names, and bullies you in the loving way brothers do. And he never hesitates to come to you if he ever needs girl advice, which seems to happen a lot.

JT was just like Bo, except he is waaay more protective of you, maybe even a bit more than brock. He doesn’t have a sister and when you met, he made it his job to never see you get hurt. Seriously, one day a guy was bugging you at the bar, and both Brock and Bo were struggling to hold him back when he saw him slap you on the ass as you walked away. 

Jacob Markstrom, AKA Marky, AKA Giraffe (pronounced like it is in one of your favorite vines), AKA your cuddle buddy for the past few seasons. Both being single, you felt lonely sometimes and Quinn wasn’t much of a hugger (despite what the nickname might have you believe). Thatcher had offered but Marky, though just as social, is much more laid back. It also helps that he is 6’6 putting him over a foot taller than you. So during movie nights, or late nights at the bar, he is the side you lean on. Of course, you made it abundantly clear to most of the boys and yourselves that you were just friends. As sweet as he was and as great of a boyfriend as he would’ve been, he wasn’t quite your type and your personalities clashed.

Then there was Elias Pettersson, the tall, skinny, Swedish guy you knew as Petey. The guy who looked at you often and barely spoke a word directed towards you. He was Brock's best friend and he came over all the time, you didn’t have an issue with him, and you couldn’t deny he was funny, and from what you’ve heard he is a very kind person. So naturally, he was exactly your type. You’ve had a massive crush on him for a while now, somehow despite the lack of conversation. And the few times he has talked to you, he’s seemed so perfect, but there are only a few times you can remember. 

Right now, as you're on your way to the Canuck’s break room your brother texted you to meet him in, you try to recall those few times, specifically the one where your crush on him truly developed.

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FLASHBACK (some time in January, 2020)

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You, Quinn, and Jacob were laying on the L-shaped couch in ‘The Boeser apartment’, you were cuddled under the blanket with Jacob, laying on the section perpendicular to the TV, your heads at the corner. Quinn was on the other side of the couch, his head right next to yours. it was about 7 o’clock and the episode of One Tree Hill you were watching had just ended and you three had not eaten dinner yet. As the countdown for the next episode started, your stomach growled and you got a look from Quinn and a giggle from Jacob. 

“You hungry Y/C/N/N?” Jacob asked.

You looked up at him and giggled, “maybe just a little bit.”

“Y/N/N, you know what sounds amazing?” Quinn asked, you could hear the smirk in his voice.

You turned to each other and you both smirked knowing you were thinking the same thing.

“Spaghetti tacos!!” You both said. 

Ever since you were about 10 and you watched iCarly on TV, you had always wanted to try them. It had become an inside joke between you and Quinn for quite some time as he had the same desire as you to see how good they actually were.

“We should totally try them tonight!!” Quinn was quite excited.

“I’m so confused right now,” Jacob chimed in.

“They’re from a show! They take spaghetti and put it in taco shells,” you explained.

“Ahh, hence the name.” he nodded.

“Exactly,” Quinn said.

You jumped up from the couch excitedly and ran straight to your kitchen.

“Ok, we have spaghetti, spaghetti sauce, ground beef, taco shells, aaaand..... by chance do either of you know how to make good meatballs?”

“You’re asking the Swedish guy if he knows how to make meatballs?” Jacob replied.

“Not Swedish meatballs, Italian, stupid Giraffe,” you retorted. 

“Gross,” he said with a disgusted look.

“Ooo my mom made the best Italian meatballs, let me call her to see if she can send me the recipe!” Quinn said with a big smile.

Quinn exited the kitchen and ran to your room to call his mom. 

“You know, I’ve never seen him so excited about anything,” Marky said with a laugh. 

“Quinn loves his food,” you replied.

“Are Brock and Thatch having dinner with us ?”

“I’ll ask.”

You started boiling the water for the pasta, and you cooked part of the ground beef for the meat sauce. Then you texted Brock:

Y/N/N: hey, you want me to make you dinner

Brock: Yeah, who all is there?

Y/N/N: the usual

Brock: Huggy and Marky?

Y/N/N: yep, so do you want some?

Brock: Yeah, and make enough for another person too

Y/N/N: ok

You figured it was Dems since that’s who he went to hang out with when he left 5 hours ago. 

You continued to cook when Quinn came in and grabbed a bunch of stuff from the pantry and cabinets. “Did your mom tell you how to make them?” you questioned your frantic best friend.

“Yes she did and she sent me the recipe too.”

“Coolio,” you reply.

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You were almost done cooking, the pasta was done, Quinn had put his meatballs in the oven and there were only 5 minutes left on the timer. And the sauce had about 2 minutes to simmer.

“Oh my gosh, I forgot what to do when they're almost done, she does this thing, I have to call her,” Quinn said with a panicked look on his face. He ran back to your room.

The front door to your apartment opened quickly, both boys laughing, “ahh, shit,  my brother’s calling me,” Brock said as he ran back to his room.

“Why does everyone feel the need to exit the room for phone calls?” you asked Jacob.

He shrugged with a giggle, “I don't know, maybe they don’t trust us,” he said in a sarcastically dramatic tone grasping his chest.

The door closed slowly and you glanced at the doorway where you thought you’d see the ever adorable goalie, Thatcher Demko, instead, you saw the adorable, slender, tall blonde you’d seen all the time, but never had a one on one interaction with... except the first time you met, when he told you that you looked pretty.

“Hi, Petey!” Jacob said as he slipped behind you to watch you mix the sauce, he stood over you looking at the sauce and put his hand on your waist.

“Hi,” he replied, his smile from before had faded.

“Looks so good Y/C/N/N,” Jacob said with a kiss on your cheek, a regular action. 

“Thanks, Giraffe, can you grab the taco shells?”

He grabbed them easily from the top shelf (tall ass bitch -_-), and moved behind you, placing his hands on your waist yet again, to move you to the side. “I've gotta run to the bathroom, but I’ll be right back”

“Ok, you have fun with that,” you said with a wink.

Suddenly, was only you and Elias in the room, and the silence was deafening.

“So what are we eating?” he said, pulling your attention to his bright blue eyes.

“Um, spaghetti tacos, they're from a tv sho-”

“Like from iCarly?” he interrupted.

“...Uh yeah? How'd you know?” you couldnt pull your attention away from his eyes, ‘they are just so beautiful,’ you thought somehow you hadnt noticed this within the on and a half years you’d known him.

“We also get Nickelodeon, you know,” he said while throwing you a smirk that made your stomach flip. 

“Oh, I didn't know that,” you replied, feeling just a little embarrassed. 

“iCarly was my favorite, actually.” 

“Yeah, it was mine too,” you said, smiling back, looking at the way he just lit up your kitchen with his presence.

You both stood there for a second just looking at the other, “So how long have-,” he started.

“OKAY,” Quinn unknowingly interrupted, “so she told me what to do, turns out I have to put sauce over them for the last 2 minutes, so Y/N/N can you just put a tablespoon of sauce on each ball then put them back in for two minutes?” 

“Yeah of course. Elias, you were saying?” you looked back at the Swede.

“Oh it's nothing,” he looked down at his shoes. 

“Ok, Y/N/N you need to call mom and tell her we’re fine and that she doesn't need to worry about us please, Paul says she’s stressing,” Brock said as he entered the room.

“When is she not stressing about us? I’ll call her after dinner, how's dad?”

“Doin’ good, nothing has changed or progressed or whatever since we were home last,” Brock moved and sat on the couch letting out a big sigh.

“That’s good,” you let out a sigh.

“Petey, come here, we’re watching Gossip Girl” Brock shouted at the Swede.

“Ooo what episode are you guys on?” you asked. Brock had mentioned how he was making him watch the show you two had watched about 5 times together. 

“Just after Chuck gets Dan kidnapped at Yale.” 

“Oh so you still hate Chuck?” you asked Elias.

“Ew, yeah...wait is that gonna change?” Petey said with a scoff.

“Uh....,” you stalled.

“Y/N shut up, don't spoil it,” Brock interrupted before you could make it worse.

“Ok well, dinner is ready so just start the show after and we can all watch it together.”

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“Oh my god, these are actually amazing,” Quinn said with his mouth full.

“I know, I did not think this was gonna taste good,” Jacob added.

“Hey!” you said, offended.

“Y/C/N/N, you know I love your cooking, it was the idea of the meal that I doubted,” Jacob said leaning into your side and putting his arm around your shoulder.

“Mmmhmm, suuure,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Hallå Marky, ni två är söta (hey Marky, you two are cute),” Petey said, confusing you, Quinn and Brock with the sudden change in language.

Jacob, being oblivious to what Petey was implying, just said, “tack broder (thanks, bro).”

Little did you know what was going on in Elias’s head.

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PRESENT

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Before that night, you never really thought of Elias in a romantic way. You'd been around him quite a lot, seeing as how, seemingly, is in your apartment more than his own. Sure, you knew he was cute and very sweet from what you'd seen, but up until that point, you'd never had a one-on-one interaction with him. That interaction, however small, was the beginning of an obsessive crush. Quinn was the first to point it out, you started listening closely any time he talked, attempting to converse with him, and thinking about him on a daily basis even when you didn't see him. And due to your stubbornness, no matter how unrequited your crush seemed, it never faltered. You had always thought he hated you, or maybe he just tolerated you because you were Brock’s sister, and you were always around. 

However, that couldn't be farther from the truth.

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Tag list: @calgarycanuck @suffering-canucks-fan

[bokutosworld]

a wish come true | oikawa t. 

pairing: oikawa tooru x f!reader

wc: 1.6k words, fluff. domestic husband and wife relationship with my fave pretty setter <3 

summary: Oikawa loves Christmas. And what better way to celebrate his favorite season than with his avorite person in the world? 

this is part of the winter wonderland collab! masterlist here

Oikawa honestly believes that Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year. Ever since he was young, he has looked forward to waking up to snowy mornings and the sounds of Christmas carols playing in the house.

The holidays made him feel happy, warm, and blessed. More so now that he will be spending his first Christmas married to you.

Always the first one to wake up, Oikawa opened his eyes with a content smile on his face. A glance to the window on his right side and he sees the tiny snowflakes falling down, he can already imagine how they have painted the streets in white.

His eyes then land on the picture frame sitting on the bedside table. Stretching a hand to grab it, he admires the joyous moment where he has you engulfed in his arms, the two of you looking at each other with so much affection. It's like he traveled back in time as his body remembers the overwhelming feeling of joy from your wedding day. He recalls how he teared up seeing you walk down the aisle, smiling from ear to ear and looking gorgeous in your dress. He thought that you were an angel that descended from the heavens. Most of all, he still feels emotional, his heart beating twice as fast when he thinks back to the first kiss the two of you shared as husband and wife. It was a gesture that sealed a promise of a lifetime, the beginning of forever with the one and only person that completes his life.

He returns the photo in its place when he hears the rustling of the blanket and quiet groans as you slowly come awake. Oikawa shifts and admires your sleeping face, bringing a finger to gently trace the outline of your features starting from your eyebrows to the bridge of your nose and hovering over the shape of your lips.

You murmur softly, opening one eye to look at him. It never failed to make you warm when you are greeted with Oikawa's smile first thing in the morning. Groggily, you cup his face and tenderly stroke his cheek, "Good morning, love."

"Merry Christmas." He hums and leans closer, showering you with morning kisses. He has you trapped in his embrace as he continues to pepper you with love, and just like that the first few minutes of the Christmas Day are spent tangled in the sheets and enjoying each other's warmth.

While this was your first Christmas as a married couple, Oikawa didn't have that much expectations as how the day would go by. As long as he had you by his side, any activity became extra special - whether it's watching classic holiday movies, making a snowman on the park, or sipping on hot chocolates by the fireplace together. But there is one thing that he would like to make as a tradition for the Christmases to come.

"A Christmas market?" You ask when he shows you the event poster on his phone. Oikawa enthusiastically proposed the idea of heading down to the city and spend the evening in the annual Christmas market. Back when you were still dating, weekend bazaars and community fairs were events that you and Oikawa enjoyed. While these places were often crowded, the two of you managed to have fun and act lovey-dovey in your own little world, much to the envy of the people around you.

"I heard there will be a string quartet that will be performing later this evening," he suggested. "There's also an illuminations show near the square where a massive tree is located. And of course, our favorite food booths and vendors will be there." He takes your hand and looks at you expectantly, "What do you say?"

With the way Oikawa presented the idea, he seemed like a child talking about what he wants  for Christmas. And how could you say no to that?

Which is how you and Oikawa currently found yourselves decked in your coats and matching red and green scarves, hand in hand and standing in front of the brightly-illuminated arch that served as the entrance to the market. From your position, you can see the park bursting with life as many people came to enjoy with their loved ones. You can already see the different booths that were lined up in the path and Oikawa excitedly tugged you to the first stall that was selling gingerbread cookies in a box. 

"Love, can we take a 10 minute rest? I'm tired." You begged after spending the last 30 minutes upon your arrival, walking around and going from one booth to another to either play parlor games or stuff your stomachs with whatever food and snack you find. Of course, Oikawa didn't pass up on buying the Christmas gifts that he thought he could give to his former teammates.

Sensing your exhaustion, Oikawa relented and brought you to the nearest bench. As you sat down, he put the shopping bags by your side and bent down. He slid off one of your shoes and massaged the heels that were starting to hurt. Oikawa looked up at you inquisitively, "Is this helping? Am I doing this right?"

You chuckle, "Very much so. Thanks." He continued his ministrations for a few minutes, the joyful sound of Christmas carols filling the silence between the two of you. When he's done, he takes the space beside you and instinctively, you lean your head on his shoulders.

However, the quiet atmosphere didn't last for long as it was replaced by the loud wailing of a child who sat alone near your bench. Worried, you both stood up from your place and accompanied the little girl.

"Ssh, hey, princess, stop crying." Oikawa consoled her, gently patting the kid on the head as she continued to sob. Her frail body was shaking and you quickly brought her to your chest and embraced her,

"Where are your parents, sweetheart?"

Her answer came in a hushed tone, "I lost them. I let go of my mommy's hand. I'm scared." She was really terrified with the way her tiny hand gripped the lining of your coat. You glanced at Oikawa and he was also close to crying, his lips quivering as he was trying to stop the tears from flowing down his eyes.

Wiping away her cries, you comforted her, "Alright, don't worry. We're here for you, okay, sweetheart? Let's go find your parents. I'm sure they are looking for you right now."

You get up and offer your hand to the girl, but she surprised you when she clung on to Oikawa, hiding her face in his coat. His heart warmed at the action so he carried her in his arms all the way until she was reunited with her mom and dad.

Luckily, the search wasn't as difficult as you thought it would be. When you arrived at the customer service, a couple was already standing in wait. Their eyes widened when they saw you and Oikawa walking over with their daughter, and they couldn't be more thankful for keeping their little girl safe and returning her to their side.

Now, you and Oikawa were taking a stroll along the sidewalk, the cold evening breeze fanning over your faces and the lights decorated on the trees guiding the path. Oikawa's mind seemed to be somewhere distant as he simply looked straight ahead. You remember how he reassured the child when she hugged him tightly, and you thought that Oikawa would be a great father someday.

Oikawa suddenly stops in his tracks, turning to you with a look as if he has realized something. "Have I told you that I love you lately?"

So this was what he was thinking so seriously about. You smiled, "I don't know. You could always tell me again."

He nods and pulls you close to him, burying his face in your neck. He exhales your familiar and comforting scent, and it's like a fog clears in his head. "I'm so lucky to have you. You're everything that I have been wishing for and more."

"You're my dream come true," he murmurs. You were too stunned to say anything in response to his surprise confession. It's not like he hasn't openly declared his love for you before, but when he has outbursts like this, you were always bound to be speechless. Laughing awkwardly, you ask about what brought this on.

"I don't know," he sighs. "I just got too attached with the little girl earlier and I thought about how her parents might be feeling when she got separated from them. I realized I don't ever want to lose you." He stares at your eyes, hopeful as he says, "Or our future kid."

You blinked at his statement, mouth agape in shock as you thought about what he was implying. The gears were running in your head and when they finally clicked, that's when you found the courage to speak. "Are you saying-?

He lifts your hand and kisses it, "I know it’s too soon. We just got married seven months ago. But, I already want to start a family with you."

And as if on cue, you started tearing up uncontrollably. Probably out of happiness. Or maybe it was the raging hormones that you felt as you thought back to a morning two weeks ago, when you were sitting in the toilet and waiting for the results of your pregnancy test - two lines. Positive.

And here you were now, you couldn't think of a better time to share the good news with Oikawa. You were smiling through your tears as you looked at Oikawa, bringing his face close to yours as you whispered, "Looks like your wish came true earlier than expected."

His initial reaction was confusion, replaced by shock, then happiness as he unraveled the meaning of your words. He tackles you in an embrace, lifting and twirling you around as the snowflakes danced in the air. He already can't wait for next Christmas where there will be the three of you celebrating.

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[thatcartoonnetworkblog]

Cartoon Network Hotel Review

WHAT TIME IS IT????

If you don’t find yourself screaming this when you get here, even just in your head, then you’re in the wrong place.

But after a nice drive through Amish Country, the Cartoon Network Hotel is nice and visible right outside of Dutch Wonderland. Coming in, you see images of some of your favorite characters, right before Finn and Jake welcome you at the front.

Granted, it looks like I came off season- with fall and school just starting, Dutch Wonderland is only open on the weekends, and the hotel wasn’t exactly packed from what I can see. Which made for a good time for the indoor pool to be under renovation, so I sadly didn’t get to check that out. But hey, the outdoor pool was running just fine, although it was mostly empty, just myself and a family.

I didn’t take any pictures of the pool, since I didn’t have my phone (but a couple of Ice King’s penguins are playing life guard duty, alongside a pretty cute girl), but I did snap a photo of the Powerpuff sprinklers! They look pretty cool, right?

But that’s jumping ahead. Anyway, as mentioned, today it didn’t seem so busy, so despite arriving a couple of hours before 4 PM check-in, I was able to get a room right away. It must have been busy enough that I didn’t get the Gumball room I asked for, but instead I got my second choice, Steven Universe.

But I mean, look at this. I can’t complain. I was just thinking that I wanted the SU room instead, anyway.

The rooms are themed to one of six shows/franchises, the other four being Powerpuff Girls, Ben 10, Adventure Time and We Bare Bears. The former two seem to be primarily inspired by their recent series however, not their classics, so your mileage will vary there. I asked a receptionist which show tends to be the most popular choice, and she says that it rotates. Apparently PPG does get picked often by those who grew up with it, which makes sense, although those aren’t my Powerpuff Girls.

So, some things of note- there are four exclusive channels to the Hotel. Gumball and Teen Titans Go get their own 24/7 channels, which seems redundant since they’re basically all CN shows anyway. But they also have a FanFavs channel, which shows various episodes from various series, and New Shows, which I’m not sure if it shows currently unaired episodes or not. I couldn’t get that one active for long, but I did see part of a Victor & Valentino episode. I did have FanFavs on a bit as background noise, and they seem to mostly show:

Adventure Time

Regular Show

Steven Universe

Ben 10 (2016)

Mao Mao

Thundercats Roar (seriously...)

It seems like they mostly rotate from those shows, but I’d like to believe there’s more. Griz is on the cover bar for it when you connect to wifi, and you’d think they’d also show at least the 2016 PPG show as well, as that’s all over the resort.

They also do showings of cartoons in the kitchen at 3 and 9 PM, as the kitchen is closed during those times. My flight was very early, so I missed the 9 showing, as well as the Summer Camp Island-inspired bonfire that happened before, but I caught the 3 o’clock cartoons. They played episodes of Craig of the Creek, Total Dramarama, Teen Titans Go, and Gumball. Pretty cool, although these are basically the only four shows the channel plays anyway, The intro they use for the screenings shows clips from classic Looney Tunes, Tom and Jerry, and Scooby-Doo cartoons, but none of those were shown today. Maybe they’ll throw one in at another time? Probably not Scooby... or maybe just a movie, since they apparently play movies as well sometimes.

I didn’t stick around for most of the TDR cartoon though, as I was participating in the Craig of the Creek scavenger hunt. They hunt various CN characters around the lobby vicinity, and you try to find them in the right spot.

This is what you get if you win- a COTC pin and a Hershey bar. But hey, you can’t argue with results, and this is about it for Craig merch.

The gift shop almost exclusively focuses on the six shows with featured rooms, and a lot of merch isn’t exclusive. I did get a couple of things though.

The beach towel is based on the designs you see all over the hotel and has a couple of series not otherwise represented in terms of merch, like OK KO, Summer Camp Island, and the aforementioned COTC. Oh, and Clarence! Almost missed him in the bottom.

I got the stickers because there are more COTC characters, and again, the designs are nice. The SU pin was cool, and if there was a similar one for AT or Gumball, I would have got that as well. And I got the Anais keychain because Gumball merch is strangely rare despite its popularity, especially for her. There were also some pencils, notebooks, a couple of T-shirts and a hoodie. I almost got some pencils.

There’s also an arcade and an activity center, but those do seem mostly for kids, plus you have to pay for most of the crafts. I think the coloring is free at least, and there are a couple of nods to classic shows I found that I’ll share on another post.

Just as there are some nods to classics around the place, primarily the elevator and kitchen, but the people who want to see Dexter and Johnny and the Eds aren’t the target audience for this resort. Which is unfortunate, but the thing is, besides the fact that we’re getting old and today’s kids need their own shows, Cartoon Network has become a big deal internationally over the past decade, moreso than during their supposed heyday in the late 90′s-early 00′s. The six shows featured aren’t just picked for being the most popular, they’re all big draws overseas. We Bare Bears sells a LOT of merch in Asia and parts of Europe, even if it doesn’t seem that big of a draw stateside. Hopefully they can make this a tourist spot.

That said, I do hope that they consistently update things in the years to come. Part of the problem with the Nickelodeon Hotel over in Orlando was how stuck it was in the mid-2000′s. Sure, SpongeBob has remained a big draw over the years since, but when I visited the place around 2010 (didn’t stay, but took a tour), it was apparent that if your kids weren’t big fans of Rugrats or Jimmy Neutron, and they probably weren’t around that place until its last days, there wasn’t much reason to stay over.

I do think that Craig deserves his own themed room, and it may be time to swap out Powerpuff for it. Let’s admit that the 2016 reboot was a failure and move on. Or maybe just double down and replace the reboot designs with their classic look.

But hey, my final thoughts on the Cartoon Network Hotel? I had a lot of fun, and got the best sleep I had in ages. I’m not sure if I’d go again, though. At least unless it changes things up a little. Part of the thing is that this is really for the kids who love today’s new shows. And I do really love three of the six shows heavily featured here- four if you count the original Powerpuff. But I’m just not the right age for this place.

If you love any of these shows and/or Cartoon Network’s brand as a whole, I recommend checking this place out, but only if you’re near the area. Don’t make it a pilgrimage. Unless you have enough friends to make grouping up on the Steven Universe Dream Suite worth it.

That said, look at these Bear macrons. So damn cute, and tasty, too!

[romioneficfest]

Tutor Girl

Title: Tutor Girl Prompt/Day: Day 10 - Movie/TV/Book Fusion Tumblr name:  Rating: T Brief summary: Inspired by One Tree Hill Season 1 Episode 3 - Are You True? Any possible triggering/warning tags: None

Ignoring the vicious pounding in her head, Hermione tapped her wand against the giant pile of musty books, giving them the command to sort themselves into their rightful place. She massaged her temple as she waited for them to finish. It had been a long day and she was looking forward to the end of her shift at the library when she could curl up next to the fire in the Ravenclaw common room with her book before bed.

With her tidying completed, she returned to Madam Pince’s desk to collect her things. Knowing the librarian hated any sort of noise, Hermione gave her a curt nod to say goodbye then threw her far-too-heavy bag over her shoulder before finally leaving.

Although the corridors were already dark, she didn’t have to worry about being caught out after-hours, thanks to her Prefect badge. If she came across Filch as she made her way to the Ravenclaw tower, Hermione could just say she was on rounds. He wouldn’t know any different anyway.

She lit her wand then turned the corner, making her way towards the great staircase. Distracted by the thought of reaching her destination, Hermione didn’t notice the shadow stepping out from behind the suit of armour until it was standing directly in front of her.

“Hey!”

Hermione jumped a mile, placing her hand over her pounding heart as she struggled to maintain her composure. She lifted her wand, ignoring the tremble of the light as she surveyed her assailant; a tall, redheaded Gryffindor.

Growling in frustration, she dropped her wand to her side again and righted her bag before carrying on her way, trying her best to ignore Ron Weasley as he fell into step with her, easily matching her furious pace with his gangly legs.

“Can I help you?” snapped Hermione.

She had no time for the wizard ever since he’d started making her best friend’s life a living hell for wanting to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team this year. Harry had it hard enough as it is, without the added grief from Ron Weasley.

“Well, I hope so. You’re the lucky witch who gets to be my tutor.”

“Yeah, right. I don’t think so, Ron.”

He carried on walking alongside her, frowning at the piece of parchment in his hand. “But you’re Hermione Granger, right?”

She stopped in her tracks, grumbling in frustration as she snatched the paper out of his hands, lifting her wand so that she could read the writing on it better. “I’m sorry. I’m best friends with Harry Potter.”

“Oh, well. My commiserations then,” Ron quipped in return.

Hermione’s eyes rolled so hard, she thought she might have gotten a glimpse of the back of her head. She waved the note at him. “I’ll take this and speak to Professor McGonagall in the morning and see if I can get you assigned to someone else.”

Folding the parchment up neatly, she stowed it in the front pocket of her bag and continued making her way to the staircase, trying to put as much distance in between her and Ron as possible.

“No, no, wait.” He hurried to catch up with her, grabbing her arm to stop her from running away. Goosebumps covered her flesh as his fingers made contact with her skin, although she did her best to ignore the sensation. “There is nobody else. I’d be fine with that if there was—”

“...if there were,” she interjected, unable to stop herself from correcting him. A blush creeped up her neck as soon as she realised what she’d done.

“See, you’re helping me already!” Ron gave her a lop-sided grin. It lit up his ocean blue eyes, even in the darkness of the corridor.

“Look, I can’t help you, and on top of that, I won’t help you. Got it?” Pulling her arm out of his grip, she pushed past him, deliberately hitting him with her shoulder. She bit her lip as pain radiated from the point of contact. Ron was fitter than he looked, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing her aggression hurt her more than it did him.

“Don’t you worry about me, Hermione Granger,” he called after her. “I reckon I’m going to be just terrific. I mean, that’s what getting a T in Potions means, right?”

A rush of guilt washed over her as she hurried away. Although she wasn’t a Hufflepuff, the desire to help was strong, even for an awful wizard like Ron Weasley. But she couldn’t allow herself to get caught up with him, not with everything else going on.

⁂

After a restless night, Hermione sat eating her breakfast alone at the Ravenclaw table. Ron’s words bounced around her head every time she closed her eyes. As a member of the tutor group, it was her job to help students who needed it, and she hated letting someone down. Still, someone like Ernie might still be able to do an okay job with the Gryffindor Keeper, as long as they didn’t clash heads.

To add to Hermione’s anguish, Harry had owled and asked to meet her late last night. The Quidditch team had poured water into his kit bag, drowning all his books and his dry clothes and he was finally at his wits end with them. He wanted to quit, and it took a long time for Hermione to talk him off the ledge.

It was so unfair. He’d done nothing wrong, apart from wanting to join the team all of a sudden. They were short of a seeker anyway, and Harry was good. She just wished there was something she could do to help him.

A flurry of activity at the Gryffindor table caught her eye. The Quidditch team sans Harry were saying goodbye to each other, leaving Ron Weasley, their ringleader, alone to finish his breakfast. The idea hit her like a bludger, and she was up on her feet before she even had the chance to say Blibbering Humdinger.

Slamming the piece of parchment from last night down on the table, Hermione slid into the seat opposite Ron. Her sudden appearance caused him to choke on his toast. Although the thought of him passing away in front of her was very appealing, she wasn’t one for murdering her classmates, however annoying they might be.

Lifting her wand with a sigh, she cast the charm to clear his airway. “Anapneo.”

Ron thumped his chest then took a huge swig of pumpkin juice. When he finally recovered, he flashed her that huge lop-sided grin again. “Thanks for that. What are you doing here anyway, Tutor Girl? This isn’t the Ravenclaw table.”

“Look, I know you’re struggling in Potions, and you might end up getting kicked off the team if you can’t get your grades up. Snape is super strict, I get it. And if you’re genuine about wanting to learn, then I can help you.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “That’s great! I—”

“I have two conditions,” she interrupted. “One: Harry does not find out about this, ever. Okay?” She waited for his nod before continuing, “And number two, you leave him alone. No more pranks or hazing. Just let him play on the team.”

Ron’s eyes burned into her with an intensity Hermione had never experienced before. It was like he could see into her soul. She resisted every instinct that told her to run away, and fast. Instead, she slid her hands under her legs, and gripped hold of the wooden bench she was sitting on.

Finally, he spoke again. “I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

Breathing out a long sigh of relief, Hermione relaxed. “Okay, good. Tomorrow morning, seven on the bench outside greenhouse three.” She pushed herself off the bench and smoothed out the wrinkles in her starched grey skirt.

“Wait, why can’t we go to the library to study? Rumour has it you live there when you’re not in class.”

“Oh ha ha. It’s greenhouse three or nothing. Take it or leave it.”

“Alright then.” Ron shrugged. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Seemingly done with the conversation, he continued with his breakfast.

No longer hungry, Hermione hurried back to the Ravenclaw table before anyone else saw them. She abandoned her half-eaten meal, scooped up her things then made her way out of the Great Hall, giving one final backwards glance at Ron, who was smiling to himself as he ate, looking very pleased with himself.

A flutter of excitement filled her belly as she passed into the antechamber and made her way to her first class of the morning. Maybe taking a chance on Ron Weasley might not be so bad after all.

[x0401x]

Violet Evergarden Movie Summary

The initial plan was to make this a short bullet-point thing, but I felt like there was too much to clarify and I had no choice but use novel references to explain certain parts, so I decided to just write a normal summary. Many thanks before-hand to my friend Yuuki, who gave me all this info.

Apologies for taking relatively long with this thing. Not even I expected that I would end up writing this much. Buckle up for the ride, ‘cause it won’t be fun.

Nope, not kidding. It really won’t.

First thing I need to make clear is: this movie is one and a half hour long and divided into three parts and two different timelines: the times when Violet existed and the times after she dies. Already in the beginning of the movie, Violet is dead.

Yes, you read this right. She’s dead.

Now, I don’t mean that she’s dead in the literal sense. This is 60 years in the future. She might be alive or not, but it’s never said. However, the timeline of 60 years later is considered an era without Violet, apparently because she has retired and her “legend” is over, so to say. It’s also a time where Auto-Memories Dolls don’t exist. That’s one good punch in the face. Let’s keep counting.

The movie is sort of like a tale being read by someone else, which at some point goes into Violet’s first-person POV. The whole thing is kind of a look back on Violet’s life tragectory and how it took a new turn when she decided to continue looking for Gil despite all the mess of the TV series.

The era where Violet exists is an era where telephones are being introduced to the people, so Auto-Memories Dolls are starting to become unnecessary. I would argue that the creation of the telephone isn’t enough for an entire occupation to start disappearing so quickly, since new inventions are normally extremely expensive and not everyone has access to them (or even knows about their existence) so immediately after their conception. Realistically speaking, ghostwriters would still be important as long as there were still so many people unable to buy phones. Not to mention that this is a steampunk world where compulsory education doesn’t seem to be a thing yet, so even in the off chance that everybody can buy a phone, there would still be a lot of people who can’t read or write on their own. But all of this clearly went over the animators’ heads, so not only ghostwriters but also the mail business in general are nearing their doom in the movie.

The one looking back on Violet’s life was Ann, who was telling it all to her granddaughter, Daisy (who, by the way, is voiced by Morohoshi Sumire, the same girl who voiced the seven-year-old Ann). Ann had kept all the letters that Violet ghostwrote for her mother, as well as the newspapers about the CH Postal Company. Looks like the article was printed after Violet left CH, since she isn’t in the picture with everyone else.

In this era, CH’s main office has been turned into a museum. Nerine is shown working in it. Of course, she’s a grandma by then. Speaking of the CH personnel, Erica also quit being an Auto-Memories Doll and became a playwright like Oscar. She appears in the newspaper, though, so she probably a while left after Violet did. Taylor also appears there.

Back to Daisy, she was writing a letter to her parents, in order to learn how to properly convey feelings with written word. The message of this scene seems to be that, no matter the tools, what’s important is that we convey our feelings to the people we love.

As we see in the trailer, Gil’s mom has passed and Violet runs into Dietfried when visiting her grave on the anniversary of her death. To anyone who is wondering: yeah, Gil never went to see his mother and she died thinking that he was dead.

Nobody knew that Gil was alive. Not his mother, not Dietfried, not the Evergardens and not even Hodgins. No one.

Here’s what happened to Gil in the anime: he survived the incident at Intense, of course, but got separated from Violet in that explosion. His tag miraculously stayed on the same spot, though, as we saw in the TV series. Now, since this isn’t explained in the anime at all, I have to make it clear: the tag is that necklace the soldiers wear. It contains their names and ranks, so that their bodies can be identified even when they’re irrecognizable. Without the tag, the people who rescued Gil had no idea who he was, so he was sent to a different place to get treated. He ended up at a monastery hospital instead of the one in Enchaîné. I would debate that his uniform alone is enough to identify him as someone from the Leidenschaftlich Army, or maybe they could’ve just asked him which troop he belonged to after he woke up and relocated him to where his fellow men were, but who even cares about all these plot holes anymore? Definitely not me.

Anyway. After Gil was discharged, he ran the fuck away. Like, literally.

If anyone out there was hoping that Gil would finally have his moment to shine as the self-sacrificing, thoughtful and ridiculously kindhearted character that he is in the novel, I have bad news for you. What we had here was even worse than it being Gil’s excuse movie. It’s like the whole thing was made to drag his character so deep through the mud that he’ll never be able to get up again. There’s pretty much nothing in this one and a half hour that actually justifies what he did to Violet. I’ll elaborate on this as we go on.

Anime!Gil became a nomad and went traveling. He offed his ass to the island where that lighthouse displayed in the most recent official art is located (that’s why Gil and Violet were at the beach on the movie poster). He doesn’t have a prosthetic in the anime because, apparently, he was more worried about disappearing as fast as possible to somewhere he would never be found, and never attempted to contact anybody. So nobody knew that he was alive, hence the grave, which, as we feared, was not a fake one. His family really did think he had died.

This is a point that I have already addressed before, but that also means Gil really did abandon Violet to luck. If anything dangerous ever happened to her (as it did, and it was always very obviously likely to happen, since she was the southern army’s most outstanding soldier and quite literally fled from the military), he wouldn’t even know. If word ever got to him, it would probably be too late. And even if it weren’t, he wouldn’t be able to do anything to help her. More than allowing her to live freely, it felt like he was running away from his responsibilities regarding Violet.

Punch on the face count is currently at six.

By sheer coincidence, Violet learns that Gil is living in that island. She goes to see him and Hodgins goes with her after trying to stop her at first. When Gil finds out that they came to see him, he outright refuses to meet them. It pretty much takes the near entirety of the goddamn movie for them to see each other face-to-face. I say face-to-face because all of the following shit happens:

Hodgins goes to talk to Gil. It lasts about 20 minutes.

Gil talks to Violet from behind a door. This one is about 10 minutes.

Dietfried also comes to the island to talk to him. Also about 10 minutes.

At long fucking last, Gil goes to see Violet. But that, too, is only for about 10 minutes.

Hodgins gives him a speech very similar to what happens in chapter 8. Now get ready to fall back from your seats: Dietfried basically goes there to tell Gil that he won’t run away from taking over the family anymore, so Gil can live freely. Yes, Dietfried is officially a better Gilbert than Gilbert himself. I crave death.

So, after much ado, they come to a conclusion: Gil will stay in the island. In order to completely free himself of the shackles of his bloodline, he stays behind, living the way he wants to. ‘Cause all anime!Gil wants is to rot away alone by the sea, apparently. Now prepare yourselves, for it gets worse. Ready?

Violet stays with him in the motherfucking island.

That’s right, ladies and gents. Another fear became true. She quits her job at the CH Postal Company and goes to live with him. Well, at least, not as a housewife. She starts working with mail services in the island, and Gil helps her with it. Her life goes on like this and she dies in the island as well.

This is where the timeline after Violet passes away comes into light, parallel to the era when Violet was alive. Daisy talks about what happened after Violet left CH, as if it were a tale from the distant past.

That’s it.

The movie paints this as a happy ending. I can hardly see it as one. I know it almost looks like everything was solved, but it just got swept under the rug.

The main point that makes me sad in this ending is that Violet’s character development did a 360 degree flip. In the end, she threw everything to the air and went to live in someone who she always put before everyone else, even herself, but who didn’t do the same for her (in the anime). She’s gone to a crammed little island, where she led an uneventful life away from everyone and everything that’s ever had a positive impact on her. All she has is Gil.

Of course, he’s all she needs, but he isn’t all she should have, and that was the entire point of pushing her to go live on her own. Which is exactly what she earns in the novel: two loving parents, a father figure, a brother figure, a best friend and several other friends and acquaintances whom she formed a bond with. She has all she needs, so she doesn’t have to cling to Gil for any reason. There’s no emotional dependance on him anymore. She doesn’t need him to be whole. She just wants him because he happens to be the best person she’s ever met.

Anime!Violet is most definitely not whole. She almost got there, but then she backtracked completely. And anime!Gil... in my friend’s words, is a weakling. There’s nothing in him actually worth all this undying blind love. Sure, he’s full of regret and shit, but it’s too easy to only act upon it now, by vanishing into thin air like a coward.

The deal with novel!Gil is that he looks around at everything he has, everything that had been burdening him and killing him on the inside all his life, and decides to make use of it for Violet’s sake. He continues being family head and working in the army, amassing money and connections in order to have every means possible to protect Violet should anything happen to her. And as it turns out, he does end up having to use those means, more than once, but he will keep this up for as long as he needs to, because he lives for her now. That’s what makes him worth all the blood, sweat, tears, mental sanity and even body parts that she gave away for his sake: he pays it back. Every cent.

Punch in the face count ends at twelve. Thirteen if I include the fact that the movie ends with a last shot of Violet after she and Gilbert do a pinky swear. Looks like they were really trying to buy everyone with tears.

Oh, well.

I hope this has been a good enough summary. Sorry if I rained on anyone’s parade. I’m pretty sure we won’t get a remake ever, so I really wish we all can get over this soon.

[just-another-ficwriter]

Holidate - Part One

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Words: 3000ish

Warnings: Overbearing parents, alcohol

Summary: Tired of being alone on holidays, Sweet Pea and Y/N decide to be each other’s plationic plus-ones all year round. What could go wrong?

Notes: I’m super late posting this and I feel awful about it!! I just couldn’t decide how I wanted it to go and ended up rewriting it three times🤦🏻‍♀️

“No Mom.” Y/N pinches the bridge of her nose, irritation seeping into her words. There’s already a dull ache drumming behind her temples and she hasn’t even made it home yet. “I’m not using this as an excuse because I’m running late.”

“Well I simply can’t just drop everything and come get you, I’ve got to stuff the Turkey and cut the vegetables and-“ She lets her Mother’s voice drowned out into background noise with a frustrated sigh on her end.

She hates Christmas, she thinks. Hates the decorations, the songs, the cheer. Every last bit. Nothing’s been the same since the truth came out about Hal and-

“Is Jug there?” She cuts her own thoughts short, desperate not to think of her Dad and all the things he’s done right now.

“Of course Forsyth is here!” Y/N can almost see Jug flinch at the correction and bites back a laugh. “But him and Betty have already opened a bottle of wine.”

“Can you just ask him for the number of his Dad’s garage please?” Another five minutes of Alice rambling on passes before Jughead’s voice appears on the other end with a joyful ‘Merry Christmas’ and a direct contact to someone who might be able to help.

She thanks him quickly, hanging up before she can even finish saying goodbye, so he doesn’t have a chance to hand the phone back. And as she leans against the car behind her, the same car that had given up on her just as she passed the town sign, she dials the number and hopes she’ll make it home in time for dinner.

Otherwise, she might never hear the end of it.

-

“Again, in English?” Y/N cocks an eyebrow at him, the string of words he’d just said sounding almost foreign in her head. 

 She doesn’t mean for it to sound as rude as it does, but she can’t help it. She’s tired, exhausted even, not to mention cold. The snow fall had picked up five minutes after she’d called the number Jug had given her and it had taken him, or Sweet Pea as he’d introduced himself, almost 40 minutes to reach her. 

But he just laughs it off, smirks before firing it straight back at her. “You aren’t getting anywhere in this car, anytime soon princess.”

“Great!” It’s official. Her mom’s going to kill her and she’ll be blamed for ruining Christmas. She throws her hands up in defeat, kicking a tyre in the process. “Just great!”

“If it makes you feel better, this isn’t how I planned on spending my Christmas Eve either.” He watches her amused, another laugh passing his lips before the sarcastic remark follows, his arms now crossed over his chest and she almost feels guilty. 

“I’m sorry for being such an inconvenience.” She throws a false apology at him along with  a fake grin that falls into a frown almost immediately. 

“Apology accepted.” She’s scowling at him now, eyes rolling back but he simply ignores it, happy to keep winding her up. “Want me to give you a ride somewhere while I tow this back?”

“Only on one condition.” She points a finger over her shoulder towards his trunk, the radio still on loud. “We find a station that isn’t playing Christmas music.”

“Hey, it’s either Mariah Carey, or you walk Sweetheart.” He shrugs, walking backwards, watching her make the choice. 

He can’t help but laugh again when she sighs and runs to the passenger seat, desperate to seek shelter from the snow. 

-

10 minutes after Sweet Pea kindly drops her off at her childhood home, Y/N finds herself still on the porch out front, mentally preparing herself for what’s about to come.

She sucks in a breath. Two, three. And with a fake smile so sickly sweet it makes her stomach hurt; she lets herself in.

Polly’s the first to spot her, catches her the minute she walks through the door and pulls her into a hug before she can even drop her bags. She can’t help but sink into the embrace, it’s always nice to see her older sister alone like this, but Y/N doesn’t even get the chance to ask her how she is before the twins descend down the stairs and push past them in a blur.

“Juniper put the presents down- Dagwood no!” She feels Polly gently squeeze her hand in a silent way of saying they’ll catch up later before she’s chasing after them, joining an exhausted looking Jason who pauses long enough to wave a quick hello before he resumes pursuit.

She moves further into the house, away from the chaos of the living room and towards the interesting smells wafting from the kitchen. It’s impossible not to hear her Mother barking orders from where she stands over the stove, while Jug and Betty listen to every word, working on the dining table and it’s fixtures like a well-oiled machine.

“Y/N/N you’re here!” Betty looks up with a soft smile but doesn’t dare move from her task and face the wrath of Alice Cooper.

“Finally!” It’s Alice’s turn to look at her now, a perfectly shaped eyebrow arching in distaste as her eyes roam over her middle daughter. “Please tell me you aren’t wearing that to dinner?”

Y/N lets out a breath she didn’t realise she was holding and prepares to fire back when a gentle arm lands around her shoulder with a calming chuckle.

“Oh come on Mom, Y/N looks fine.” Charles plants a quick kiss to her forehead before ruffling her hair and they both laugh. Her brother had always been her saving grace in situations like this, the only one brave enough to stand up for himself and the others, ever the mediator. But not even he was enough to put Alice off her persistent questioning, she was already sick of her Mother’s judgement and they hadn’t even touched on her job or her relationship status yet.

-

“You’ve definitely told them we aren’t officially together, right?” Sweet Pea takes one last, slow drag of his cigarette before stomping it out under his boot. Josie nods at him reassuringly but one look up at the exterior of her parents house has his stomach in knots. “They know we’re just casual?”

“Sweet Pea would you stop?” She playfully pokes at his ribs, but he just sighs and rubs a nervous hand down his face.

He couldn’t help it, that sick feeling rising from the pit of stomach by the second. The idea of spending Christmas with Josie’s family, a girl he’d only been dating for a month, was absolutely terrifying on all levels. But Fangs had ditched him to spend the holidays with his boyfriend in New York, not that he could really blame him, and he had no other family in town so when she originally offered, he’d jumped at the chance of not spending the day alone.

Part of him had regretted it since.

If Sweet Pea thought the outside of house was impressive, with it’s perfectly placed lights and overly decorated windows, it was nothing compared to what was waiting for him on the inside.

Myles and Sierra McCoy welcome them at the front door with bright smiles and open arms that engulf Sweet Pea before he even has the chance to say hello.

Josie joins in, the four of them becoming one big, massive group hug like he’s been part of their family his whole life and not just a stranger potentially only passing through. All three of them squeal in excitement before someone yanks him in doors.

If he had doubts before, he thinks, he’s almost certain he’s in over his head now.

-

Betty gets engaged on Christmas Morning.

Right in front of the Christmas tree, just after the last presents are opened and the twins are happily distracted by a mountain of toys; Jughead drops to one knee and pops the question under twinkling lights. 

The minute Betty gasps the word ‘yes’ the family erupts in cheers, fawning over the couple. Of course Alice is already crying, Polly demands to see the ring, while Charles and Jason pat Jug on the back. 

Y/N however stays put, her eyes falling down into her mug of spiked coffee that her mom had scolded her over, eyebrows raised over the rim as she knocks it back. 

“Aren’t you going to congratulate your sister?” Alice sends her a pointed look, catching her before she can slope off into the peaceful confines of the kitchen. 

“Congrats Betts.” She pulls her into a hug and paints on the biggest smile she can muster as she mumbles into her hair. “I’m so happy for you.”

And she is. Her sisters getting everything she’s dreamed of with Jug, of course she’s happy, but it’s hard to ignore the fact that her younger sister will be married before her. 

Even Charles has betrayed her this year and invited a date to Christmas dinner leaving her the last single Cooper. And her mom wasn’t prepared to let her forget it anytime soon. 

-

Sweet Pea successfully manages to make it through family movie night, forcefully sat between Josie and her mother, hot cocoa in hand and surrounded from all sides. He even grins and bares the series of photo albums that follow, another embarrassing photo of Josie lurking behind every page turn, but he draws the line when the marriage talk starts, declaring he’s suddenly tired and turns to run up the stairs so fast he’s surprised he doesn’t pull something on the way.

Sienna wakes them up on Christmas morning with a soft knock at 8am sharp, wearing a bright red Christmas jumper and holding two more for the both them.

The mere idea of it makes Sweet Pea’s skin itch as much as the material does once he begrudgingly pulls it over his head.

The rest of the morning is spent sipping coffee, watching the three McCoy’s exchanging gifts. He’s too distracted, wondering if it’s still too late to find a way out of the whole thing to even notice Josie standing in front of him until she’s shoved the present right under his nose.

“Merry Christmas my love.” She places it down on his lap and Sweet Pea finds himself wanting the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

“Jose I… I thought we said we weren’t doing gifts?” All three pairs of eyes are now on him, burning their way into his skin and he’s sure he’s never felt embarrassment like it.

“But that was just a joke, right?” He smiles awkwardly when she laughs, but the sound is humourless, and he can already see the anger bubbling behind her eyes. She doesn’t even give him the chance to reply. “What, so I’m good enough to sleep with but you can’t buy me a gift?”

He chokes, shocked by her transparency around her parents while his cheeks redden by the second.

Ten minutes later he’s out on the drive, bags thrown in the back of his truck, scrambling to get away as fast as he can.

-

Christmas Day ends the way it started.

Miserably sat at the kitchen table, sipping on something alcoholic held in her hand.

Polly and Jason had slipped off not long after dinner, taking two sugar high kids and all their loud noises with them. Betty and Jug now sit on one couch, his arms wrapped around her shoulders, her head resting on her chest, content in their own bubble of love while Alice sits on the other, quizzing Kevin Keller, Charles’ surprise date. She’d feel bad for him if she wasn’t already feeling relieved that her Mother’s attention had turned to someone else for five minutes. Her brother sits besides her, topping up a glass of red.

“He seems nice.” Charles hums in response, biting back a laugh. Was she missing a joke? “What?”

“If I tell you something, you can’t tell the others.” A quick eager nod and she’s shuffling closer so he can whisper his secret. “Kev’s just my Holidate.”

She blinks back in shock. “Holidate?”

“Just a date for the holiday, someone to keep Mom off my back.” He shrugs like it’s nothing, like it’s the simplest solution to the problem. He sips his wine while he waits for her to process it. “There’s no strings attached and I don’t have to spend events alone. I’m even heading down to his parents after New Years to return the favour.”

“Thats...” Y/N breathes out, she’s a little envious she hadn’t thought of it herself. “What an idea.”

-

Y/N sinks into a booth at Pop’s Chocklit Shoppe two days later with a sigh of relief, happy to welcome the peace that comes with being away from her family.

She loves them, her siblings, her mother, the twins, of course but it’s exhausting. The intruding questions, the never ending merry go round of pity and interfering. She knows deep down it’s only because they care, but sometimes she wished they’d just leave her alone.

Pops promptly brings her order of curly fries over, with a soft smile and an extra chocolate shake on the side she didn’t order. It’s been two years since she last stepped into the place, yet he still remembers her favourite like it was yesterday.

“It’s good to see you Y/N.” There��s something in his tone that just feels like home and she finds herself welcoming it, it’s been a long time since anything in Riverdale has felt anything close to that, not since the truth about her dad.

Pops doesn’t stick around, a light pat to her shoulder before he’s a retreating form, leaving her to her thoughts. She barely makes it through a fry before someone’s sliding in opposite her.

Sweet Pea pushes the key across the table, grinning cheekily as he helps himself to the basket in front of him. She barely knows him and he’s already stealing her food. “One fully functional car.”

“Finally!” She snatched them up, hiding them

in her bag and he can see the tension practically melting from her shoulders. “Now I can get out of the hell hole.”

“Christmas went that well? He asks, curiosity peaked.

“You could say that.” She presses herself further into her seat, huffing as she rubs the palm of her hands against her jeans. The anxious look in her eyes tells him that what ever she might say next won’t necessarily make sense and she’s a little embarrassed by it. “My sister got engaged.”

“To FPS son right?” He vaguely recalls his boss proudly telling anyone who would listen that morning. “And that’s a bad thing?”

“She’s my younger sister, and now, as I’m about to be the only official unmarried Cooper daughter my mom has even more of an excuse to interfere in my love life.” The words just slip out and she finds part of her gladly confessing her thoughts to a virtual stranger instead of keeping them in. He smiles in a way that tells her he gets it.

“Yeah well, bet you a chocolate shake mine was worse.” He ignores the glare she sends him when he innocently brings her existing milkshake to his lips and continues when she says nothing. “I spent it with someone I’ve been dating for four weeks and her parents.”

She almost chokes on a curly fry. “You got serious that quick?”

“Of course not, and we both knew it.” She stares at him like he has two heads, he knows she can’t quite fit ‘causal relationship’ and ‘family Christmas’ together so he does it for her. “Didn’t want to spend the day alone so I took her up on the offer. Cue overbearing parents, the cringest matching jumpers and the ultimate gift exchange where I got her nothing because we agreed no presents.”

“Aren’t you old enough to know by now that no gifts definitely means get her a gift?” She laughs when he rolls his eyes.

“Ended with her kicking me out before dinner.” She shakes her head, laughs again as she calls him tragic and a tiny part of him agrees. “And now I’m officially dateless for New Year’s Eve.”

“Thanks for reminding me I have to come back in a few days to attend Riverdale’s Annual Blossom New Years Eve Party alone for the second year running.” She wrinkles her nose in disgusted, unprepared to have her friends on her back as well as her family, and ends up missing the way his eyebrows raise in surprise.

“You know Toni and Cheryl?”

“T’s been my best friend longer than I can remember and Cheryl’s brother is married to my sister, guess you could say I know them pretty well.” She tilts her head to the side, eying him slowly, like she suddenly sees him in a different way. “How’d you know them?”

“Guess you could say I spend more time than I should at the Wyrm.” The mention of Toni’s bar lights up her face. “Plus Toni’s been a really good friend to me since I got here, I was actually meant to be taking Josie to their party.”

“I think I know a way to solve our little problem.” A plan suddenly forms in her head, he doesn’t know whether to be worried or not as he watches the smile on her face widen. “Sweet Pea how would you like to be my Holidate this Friday?”

“Your holi-what?”

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February 18, 2021: The Danish Girl (Review)

Before I go into ANYTHING else...let’s talk about the actual Danish Girl, Lili Elbe, or Lili Ilse Elvenes.

Oh, uh, full warning, this is gonna be LONG, so skip to the bottom if you’re just here for the Review! OK, history time!

Now, what the film The Danish Girl notes about the beginning of the transition is pretty spot-on, from what I can tell. After marrying portrait painter Gerda Gottlieb in 1904, the two lived in Italy and France before moving to Paris in 1912. Yeah, that’s over 14 years before they’re shown doing so in the movie. Inaccuracy #1. In 1908 (here comes number 2), Elbe (Einar at the time) painted this portrait of trees along a fjord in Denmark.

Yeah, NOT in 1926, as the film says. But, yeah, that’s a nitpick, I recognize that. Anyway, the revelation came when model Anna Larssen (not “Ulla”, which is Inaccuracy #3) was late, and Gerda asked Elbe to fill in. When Larssen eventually showed up, she suggested the name “Lili”. Basically, this scene from the movie was pretty goddamn accurate.

Except for the dates, anyway. Because while the movie mostly takes place around 1926 and afterwards, this probably happened closer to 1920, in Paris. So, yeah, Lili spent a LOT more time as Lili in real life. Additionally, Lili was pretty goddamn public about the whole thing, inviting guests and hosting parties as herself, rather than as Einar. At the same time, Gerda was getting pretty goddamn famous for her paintings of Lili, like this one.

Which, yeah, are really good! Also, they were considered lesbian erotica by many! YEAH! And here’s a fun fact: Gerda may not have been straight-up straight. Yeah, the film and the book (we’ll get there) kind of ignored the fact that their marriage was annulled by the Danish government, not by the two of them. Inaccuracy #4. Now, obviously, their relationship ended, and Lili ended up getting together with a man (we’ll get there, too), but there are a LOT of unanswered questions about Gerda’s sexuality, and views of sexuality (which is barely hinted at in the “male gaze” speech in the beginning).

After the annulment, the two just...drifted apart. Their relationship dissolved, and the details on that are fuzzy. By 1930, Lili was headed on a completely different path. She wasn’t a painter like Einar (and it turns out that she thought of them as two entirely separate people, like two souls living in the same body, which the movie got mostly right), and she was mostly unsatisfied with her career, life, and other things. And that is where Drs. Erwin Gohrbandt and Magnus Hirschfeld come in, NOT Kurt Warnerkros...yet. He’d come in for the other five (YES FIVE) surgeries, but wouldn’t be involved with the first. Inaccuracy #5, and also #6, while we’re at it! See, the film would make you think that Lili was the first complete gender reassignment surgery, but she was actually the second. The first would be Dora Richter, in a procedure that was performed by Dr. Hirschfeld from 1922 - 1931. YEAH. BIG-ASS INACCURACY THERE. Here’s Dora, by the way:

Anyway, Lili had her first procedure, to remove the testicles, performed in 1930. In the same year, the divorce between Lili and Gerda was finalized, and Lili legally changed her name. Two more procedures were performed, the first to implant an ovary, and the second to remove the penis and scrotum. Inaccuracy #7, by the way. And, hey, let’s go for number 8! Let’s talk about Henrik, a dude who didn’t exist. He and Hans were both very loosely based on an art dealer named Claude Lejeune.

Claude was an art dealer (there’s the Hans part), and was indeed in love with Lili. They got together around early 1931, and he’d actually been in love with her for a good, long time. He proposed to marry Lili, and she accepted, also hoping that the two would be able to have children together. But to do that, it was believed that Lili would need a uterus. And, obviously, having children would be MILES more complicated than that in basically EVERY way, but this was early in medical science’s understanding of some of that biology.

In any case, however, Lili would need both a uterus and a vagina to feel whole. And so, the fourth surgery was scheduled. And she had that surgery in 1931, a couple of weeks after Dora Richter successfully had the same surgery performed. But, sadly, Lili wouldn’t be so lucky.

Lili’s body rejected the uterus, and while transplant rejections of any kind wouldn’t necessarily be fatal now, they definitely were back then. They attempted to remove it, but that subsequent 5th surgery caused infection, which caused a fatal heart attack three months later. Lili Elbe died on September 13, 1931, at the age of FORTY-EIGHT. Yeah, Inaccuracy #9.

By the way, you may be wondering: what about Dora Richter, the first successful person to get these surgeries? Well, she disappeared...in Germany...as the Nazis were coming into power...yeah. Fuckin’ YIKES.

And so, that’s the true story of Lili Elbe. And there are far more differences than that, I’m sure, but those 9 inaccuracies aren’t insignificant, that’s for sure. Although, it probably doesn’t help that the movie was based on a fictionalized book.

Oh, uh...did I not mention that? Yeah, this movie is based on The Danish Girl, by David Ebershoff, which means that this film is essentially a cinematic game of telephone. Which, uh...not great. Granted, Ebershoof made some other...interesting changes, which the film didn’t inherit. In the book, for example, Gerda is named Greta, and is American? Um...why? I dunno, it’s kind of weird. Oh, and that’s not including one more issue with the movie. But, you’ve waited long enough, huh? Recap of the film is here and here if you wanna check that out! Let’s get to the Review already!

Review

Cast and Acting: 8/10

I am...conflicted. So let me start here by saying that the acting in the film in and of itself is fantastic, all-around. Not a weak actor in here, that’s for sure. Let’s start with the side-roles, for once. Ben Whishaw, Matthias Schoenaerts, and Amber Heard are all good. Heard’s accent is a little shaky, but they’re still all solid performances. OK, how about Alicia Vikander? She’s great! And she won the Oscar for...Best Supporting Actress. Um...wait...Supporting? But not Best Actress? Uh...OK. That’s a little weird, let’s be honest here. But, Alicia Vikander did deserve that win over...oooooooh, Rooney Mara in Carol? Maybe not...damn.

And OK...let’s get into the elephant in the room, huh?

Eddie Redmayne is fantastic as Einar Wegener/Lili Eber, and I genuinely think he had a great shot to win Best Actor...but, yeah, Leonardo DiCaprio definitely deserved it, I think that goes without saying. Hell, that year had a SOLID line-up for best actor. And Redmayne had even won it the year before for The THeory of Everything, another biography where he played Stephen Hawking. But ALL of that said...HNNNNNNNNNG, there should have been a transgender actor cast in this role, ideally. Now, I’m fully aware how difficult that would be, as Hollywood isn’t extraordinarily diverse in terms of including trans actors in massive mainstream projects. It’s better now, but it’s nowhere near ideal. But if anybody knows an actor who would’ve fit this role and performed it well, I’m DEFINITELY interested. So, despite that controversy, Redmayne was pretty goddamn great in this role. But, uh...that doesn’t mean everything is perfect...

Plot and Writing: 5/10

OK, that seems low, I know. But it’s pretty goddamn damning that this movie was based off of a heavily fictionalized book instead of the actual life story of Lili Eber and Gerda Gottlieb. And because of that, there are not only some missed opportunities, but some straight-up damning inaccuracies. That’s a set of pretty poor decisions, I tell you what. Not sure why Lucinda Coxon came to that decision when adapting this screenplay, but it wasn’t exactly nominated for Best Screenplay. And the writing certainly isn’t bad, but it is...overly saccharine sometimes, especially for a film based (loosely) on a true story. I dunno...just not the best set of choices here, sorry to say.

Directing and Cinematography: 8/10

Tom Hooper shouldn’t direct musicals. However, since this wasn’t a musical, directing and cinematography here is pretty damn good! Real talk, this is a gorgeous looking movie, and the way shots are framed are fantastic. Perfect? Weeeeeeeell...given the fact that painting is a main focus of the film, for both Gerda and Einar, there should’ve been more painter-quality shots in here, I think. And while the cinematography by Danny Cohen is pretty fantastic, I can’t say that it’s perfect. Still, in terms of lighting and general skill, it’s still quite a good looking movie.

Production and Art Design: 10/10

But the deficiencies in the direction are EASILY compensated for by the production design! Like, hot DAMN, this is a good looking movie, like I said! That goes from the construction of the sets, to the gorgeous outfits all over the place, especially Lili’s outfits. Some iconic pieces of wardrobe there, that’s for sure! But if I have ONE complaint...this movie never once felt like the 1920s. Yup, good old anachronistic complaints from me again! Yeah, I’ll change the record one of these days, I promise. But even with that, it’s hard to ignore just how good this movie looks, to be honest. It’s just...gorgeous.

Music and Editing: 8/10

As I type this, I’m listening to a track of the film on YouTube, and it is a beautifully delicate tune. I’m not sure that I’d be able to associate it with the film if presented to me on its own, but it’s definitely a nice track to listen to by itself. Playlist worthy? For somebody, almost certainly, but not for me. One of these days, a film like that’s gonna pop up, I swear. But for now, Alexandre Desplat and his score are gonna stay off my iPhone. This really is a nice score, though, I promise. Editing by Melanie Ann Oliver is pretty good as well, and I’ve no complaints about it, to be honest. Overall, this side of things was quite nice, if not the most notable thing I’ve ever seen or heard.

I might have been a little harsh, but it’s still got an 78%.

This is a good movie, but...I dunno, the inaccuracies do bug me. Hell, there are WAY more than what I’d mentioned, and I mentioned a lot. Not to mention the other glaring issue: no trans people at any stage of the production? Really? No script consultants, no writers, no NTOHING? That’s...egregiously bad. Like, holy shit, guys. And, yes, this includes Redmayne, because even though he performed admirably in the role...I dunno. I’m no expert on ANY of this, as a cissexual dude with cissexual experience, but it feels a little...reductive, is all. Like I said, if any other actors have been suggested for this role, I’d love to know. The whole thing feels...I don’t know, just not great. 

And by the way, that’s without even TOUCHING the question as to whether or not this film is authentic to the trans experience. Again, I have ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA, but I’ve also heard that this film isn’t universally acclaimed in the trans community, so to speak. And I’m definitely interested in the reasons for that. All I know is this: from the perspective of a complete outsider, I was intrigued by this films view of the transgender experience, specifically as seen in the earliest days of those realizations happening and being publicly known and reported on. And that’s all I can really comment on, in truth.

WHOOF. That was a goddamn topic, huh? And now, I’m going to continue on the the month of romance with...wait, the 19th is my 5-year anniversary with my GF, pictured here:

Ravishing. Anyway, I think I’ll let her pick from my choices for this next one. Hold on a sec...OK, then. Sing it with me now! AND DO I DREEEEEAM AGAAAAIN, FOR NOW I FIIIIIIIIIIIIIND...

February 19, 2021: The Phantom of the Opera (2004)