#the movie is rated R because of how ugly he is

[afterartist]

I love all versions of Godzilla and there definitely isn’t any version I hate

[dadsbongos]

boogie nights

part of the jjk movie marathon event / movie selection … warnings - reader has a vagene, p in v sex, coke can cock yuuta!!, pussydrunk yuuta also, yeah all i took from boogie nights was the big dick word count - 874 / rating - R

Yuuta is a purebred sucker. One of the hardest things in his life, now that he’s a special-grade sorcerer, is saying no. Especially to people like you, who bat their lashes and jut out their lips and really sell the apparent hopelessness you have without his help. So when his sweetest colleague, you, clings to his arm and begs him for training help, he can’t just refuse.

Not even when his friends grumble about how easy he is. Because yeah, maybe he is easy.

That’s why he gets hard so fast even though you’re meant to be sparring. And in hindsight, he should’ve thought it was odd that you made him go to your apartment instead of the grounds of jujutsu tech.

“I mean, it’s kind of endurance training, no?”

“Definitely not…” but despite his words and the fact this was obviously not what he signed up for, Yuuta is still carefully feeding the head of his cock into you, “Tell me if it starts hurting.”

“I can take it, Yuu,” you reach out and place a hand over one of his holding your thighs open, “I’m real strong, promise!”

“Thought you said you were weak earlier…” he hums to himself, pushing his hips forward and letting out a whiny breath as your wet cunt soaks his cock, “‘s why you needed me.”

You shake your head, hips squirming lower as if to force Yuuta inside you, “Need you for other reasons.”

“Sex?”

“And what comes after.”

Yuuta feels the heat build-up from his stomach, it scorches over his chest and rises all the way to his cheeks.

You hiss when he tries worming his hips even closer to yours and Yuuta feels his heart clench.

“I told you,” he huffs, “‘m too big for you. You’re all…”

You pout up at him, “All what?”

He shakes his head stiffly, refusing to answer.

You’re just such a princess. Demanding the most but entirely unable to handle it.

“Yuu,” you whine, bucking your hips up and squeaking at the resulting stretch.

“Let me do it, pretty girl,” Yuuta slicks his thumb with the juices you ooze around his tip before swiping it over your clit in circles, “You just lay back and relax, okay? Won’t fit if you’re not relaxed.”

Your hips keep popping up, though. Like a fitful rabbit, your skittish hops refuse to die down, making Yuuta slink more of himself inside you before pressing down on your tummy. His strong grip pins you to the bed and his eyes burn down at where the both of you connect. Your pussy is stretching wide to accommodate his girth and the sight makes his whole chest cinch. Now he’s the one needing to strap himself down, just so he doesn’t force the rest of his cock into you.

Little more than half remains and any uncertainty creeping up his neck is clouded by the sound of your tender moans and squish of your cunt when he thrusts forward.

Your thighs twitch and pitch up, knees clacking against his sides, as he slides further inside you. You whine lowly in your throat, lips strung in a pout. And maybe it’s a little mean, but Yuuta leans down to kiss you - hips flushing against yours with the movement. He can feel your moans vibrate against his lips, the sound floods his ears, and the scent of your perfume swarms him. You, you, you - he feels trapped.

He doesn’t want to escape.

The softness of your flesh melds perfectly against his palms - calloused and uglied by his years as a sorcerer. You don’t seem to mind.

He thinks he loves that. He thinks he loves you.

Your legs lock around Yuuta’s slim waist, hands scrambling into the sleeves of his uniform. Yuuta’s flushed red cock is stuffed inside you and in a foolish overestimation of your own skill, you were certain you’d be able to take him. And you were right!

But the drool already beginning to collect at the corner of your raw lips hints otherwise, as do your fluttering lashes and rolling eyes. You can take him, but you’re practically useless - limp and hanging as Yuuta works his cock in and out of your cunt.

His sweet eyes drift from where you leak over his dick to his thumb swishing wetly on your clit to your fucked out face. The sweet boy kisses you again, moving his lips from yours to your cheek to your neck before he nestles there. Panting hotly into your skin as he fucks you.

Sweat clings along the back of your neck, pools against the sheets below your back, dots your forehead. Yuuta’s cock is slick with your juices and each thrust is easier on your stretched hole than the last; his cock pops against the spot in your tummy that sends stars shooting over your vision.

And despite the heat and the sweat, you squeeze his hips even closer to yours and your nails dig into his arms, voice needy and crackly as you call out, “More! Right there, Yuu!”

Because, in a way, you hadn’t lied when you said you wanted to work out with Yuuta.

This was just very different from what he thought his purpose was.

[scary-lasagna]

SlenderDaughters Part III

they're really taking this whole 'manifest yourself into a new reality' thing too seriously

Part II: https://www.tumblr.com/scary-lasagna/737154582257532928/for-my-request-i-would-like-a-part-two-to-the?source=share

The house overcame with an unsettling quiet, everyone being so afraid to even speak above a whisper that night.

The girls all slept in one room, and couldn't even enjoy the activities they had planned due to the stress that weighed on all of them. Maeve never even left her bed once she lay down as soon as she entered the room. Four bunkbeds was a stupid idea for late teenagers, anyway.

"Do we wanna talk about the elephant in the room or....." Azalea spoke up, the first time someone mentioned something above a whisper, which even startled Isa, who finally decided the pain wasn't worth those ugly shoes and tossed them out the window earlier in the night.

"Nothing to talk about." Maeve was pouting as she lay on her side, face facing the wall, and arms crossed tightly against her diaphragm.

"Sounded like you were hella pissed though, so what's about that?" She asked, lolling her head to one side.

"Just people being bad parents." Maeve sighed, and rolled over on her back.

"You don't have to take it out on us, though." Isa pointed out, crossing her legs which such poor posture it made Sol's poised back hurt just looking at her.

After a beat of thought, Maeve sighed deeply and rolled onto her back, staring at the intricate pencil marks on the bottom of the bunk above her. "You're right...I'm sorry." She admitted, but still refusing the courage to look at any of them. "I just- I just feel like shit for what I said. All he's done for me...and this happens." Her hands attempted to speak what her voice couldn't, but gave up and dropped onto her stomach.

"People can be good and still do bad things, Mae." Sol soothed, and crawled over to Maeve's bed, sitting beside it. "My dad eats my saved food at night and then lies about it in the morning."

"My dad made me watch R-rated horror movies when I was a kid." Azalea piped up, remembering the vision of Pinhead that still haunts her nightmares.

"My dad keeps judging me no matter how I dress." Isa didn't even remember what her stupid shoes looked like. They were out int he garden now, anyway, so it didn't matter.

"What if they raised us while their beloveds were still alive? What do you think would be different?"

"Maybe a little bit less dramatic, but all around, the same." Sol predicts with a light laugh. "They're still the same people, but they have more experience since then and still can't admit whenever they're wrong."

"HOLY SHIT!" Azalea suddenly boasted, standing up with her arms spread.

"Have you found Jesus yet?"

"BETTER!" She announced with a side, shark-toothed grin similar to her fathers. "Listen closely," She raised an important finger with a sly grin, "We take the box, and we enter the reality of memories for ourselves to see what they were like back then!"

"Aza, that's the most stupidest idea you've ever had, you know that?" Maeve said directly to her, with extreme disdain, before resuming her plan of avoiding all direct gazes to her cousins.

"Oh, Maeve, but aren't you curious?" Sol bounced closer, peering form over the edge of the mattress. "What were they like when they were younger? Maybe we'll even see our mother's back then, too. Because they contracted Sickness."

The tease of seeing her own mother again twinged at Maeve's heart strings, pulling with great triumph down into her stomach where the rest of her nerves lie.

"You're the only one the knows how it works, Maeve. So it's up to you one way or another." Isa put her hands up with passive defense, but her quick look up to see Maeve's reaction is what caught her peeking in interest.

"We'll just have to find a way into the office, is all." Aza pondered, leaning back on her palms. "You'll know how to do that, right, Maeve?"

Maeve still lay silent, and pondered the thought of seeing of what could have been, had they all been born just a bit earlier. What would have become of them? And more importantly, would Slender love her differently.

Would they even be able to get into the magically protected office? And if they could, what would they do if her father was still in there, writing papers for work?

Maeve sat up in her bed for the first time in the night, and the three girls were on the edge of their seats for a response, eagerly studying her body for any giveaways.

But the oldest showed nothing, but solemnly sighed, "I need a lockpick, a distraction, and piece of spellbook paper."

[lyledebeast]

The Women at Home Vs The Women back Home in Robert Rodat's War Movies

Since I realized that Saving Private Ryan (1998) was written by Robert Rodat the same person who wrote The Patriot, I've been curious about how the two films would compare, but it wasn't until this past weekend that I finally rewatched the first. I've compared The Patriot to a lot of other vastly less-related things in the interim, probably because Saving Private Ryan was the first R-rated movie I saw in a theater, and I remain scarred by it. The violence, particularly during the landing on Omaha Beach, is so harrowing it makes The Patriot look almost kid-friendly by comparison. That is not the only respect in which Rodat's 1998 film is more grounded in reality than his 2000 one.

When I first connected the two Rodat movies, I vividly remembered the frame narrative of old James Ryan visiting a Normandy cemetery where Captain John Miller, one of the men who gave his life to save him, is buried. At the end of the film, he turns to his wife with tears in his eyes and says, "Tell me I lived a good life." It's a demand, not a question. She, of course, provides the required assurance. Charlotte Selton provides a similar assurance, unprompted, when her brother in law arrives unexpectedly with his children and absolutely covered in another man's bodily fluids. "You've done nothing to be ashamed of." Apart from the fact that Mrs. Ryan actually knows what she's talking about--she has adult children with this man and knows what kind of life he's had; Charlotte was certainly not in the woods when Benjamin Martin took his literal blood bath--the two women play very similar roles. The differences, though, overwhelm the comparison. Mrs. Ryan has spent many years with James, but they are entirely off screen. She only occupies about five minutes of total screen time, most of it observing her husband weeping at the grave of a man she's clearly never heard of. Charlotte's first appearance is about ten minutes into The Patriot's run time, and she is in its final scenes and a number of important scenes in between. She is there, and yet she has roughly the same amount of depth and development as Mrs. Ryan.

Women occupy two different roles in Saving Private Ryan: French victims displaced by the horrors of war that seek assistance and protection from American soldiers and symbols that represent the pleasures of civilian life. A majority of the main characters in the movie have a story involving a woman. One is the carelessly treated victim of a prank Ryan pulled on one of his three brothers killed in the Normandy invasion. Another is the objectified patron of Reiben's family's clothing store. Then there's the hardworking and unappreciated mother of Wade, on whom he calls as he's dying from a gunshot/morphine overdose, a callback to the unnamed American soldier who calls for his momma with his intestines spilled out on the ground during the Omaha Beach invasion. All of these women are individually important only to men who evoke their memories (Ryan's Alice Jardine isn't even that!), but they are collectively important for what they represent.

These stories about women ultimately tell us much more about the tellers than the subjects. For all we know, Alice Jardine is back in America living her best life as a factory worker, experiencing for the first time being regarded as something other than an easy lay, a girl who "fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down." Other stories reflect the men's desires and regrets from the lives they led prior to service. The one that stands out most is Captain Miller's vague description of his wife "pruning roses in my work gloves." Women wearing their husbands' clothing often carries sexual implications, but Miller's wife is her using them to care for something that belongs to her. Even sweeter is Miller's protectiveness of his wife's memory. When Ryan asks to hear more about the wife with the roses after his incredibly sexist story about Alice, Miller declines: "I keep that for me." I get the sense that he's protecting her from more than just Private Pervert. He's protecting her from Robert Rodat, whose only interest in women is what they reflect about men. What else would we expect from America's sweetheart, Tom Hanks?

There is no such protection for women in The Patriot. Apart from Charlotte Selton and Abigale, the two caretakers of Martin's children, all of the adult female Patriots are dead by the end of the movie, most of them in the church fire Colonel Tavington's men set. These women are not relegated to an idealized "back home;" they are the line of defense between the South Carolina militia and the Green Dragoons. it is only after the church burning, far too late for protection, that the militia directs any violence against the dragoons. The French women in Saving Private Ryan are presented as something of a nuisance and do not occupy a main focus, but we see some women displaced by the destruction of their homes walking tiredly alongside the Airborne unit Miller's company encounter, and Caparzo is killed by a German sniper while trying to help a French family by taking their daughter, who reminds him of his niece. The American' GIs do more to protect French women and children they have never met and will likely never see again than the militiamen do to protect their own wives and children. Moreover, the only person in Miller's company who is fighting for vengeance is Mellish, and there is a vital difference between him and the militiamen. Jewish American GIs could not have prevented the Nazis' systemic violence against European Jews.

In both of these films, women have far more value as symbols than as people, but in The Patriot they are part of the main action, portrayed by flesh and blood actresses who spend most of their screentime watching men ride away. There was ample opportunity to make them nuanced characters with hopes of their own for America's future, but Rodat and Roland Emmerich chose not to take it. The most striking similarities between the two films come in their final scenes. Martin watches the construction of his new home with his wife and children standing silently behind him, and Ryan cries over Miller's grave with his children and grandchildren standing silently behind him. Apparently for Rodat, the accumulation of silent women is the ultimate proof of a successful life.

[riverkidian]

Levi has always been a soft spoken, shy, nervous and nerdy/geeky boy who preferred the company of his six, same age grouped, female cousins to that of the rest of his cousins and other children. The female cousins preferring Levi’s company as well to that of their obnoxious and violent brothers.

They’ve done everything together from the time they were born till the present. Played, shopped, cooked, baked, took self defense classes, constructed and built, (the silverstien clan had a delicatessen and construction company and all the children helped out) they helped him invent, they read comics, had sleepovers, danced, played music, sang, were In plays. They did it all together as a group because they genuinely enjoyed one anothers company (and because their parents collectively forced the kids to have a well rounded education in the arts).

His cousins, who he affectionately refers to as “A group of hyenas.” Or “The yeens.”are extremely protective of him since hes been bullied and beaten relentlessly by their brothers since childhood. But the abuses were in house too with their uncle (Levi’s father) verbally accosting him any chance he got. Why? For the crime of being “Soft.” (Levi not learning till much later that was his dads way of trying to protect him and make him tough enough to deal with the real world.) So the yeens who adored him became his protectors and he theirs.

Once when Levi was around eight years old, his father fed up with his sons seeming inability to be manly took him aside, dressed him in girls clothing and stood him in front of the mirror saying something along the lines of “Since you want to be soft like a girl you should dress like one too. See what an ugly girl you make? You would never make it in the world like this. This is why you need to toughen up and be a man.” His father didn’t know anything about fashion so the hair, makeup and dress he styled his son in did indeed make him an ugly “girl”.

It devastated Levi. The boy who already at his young age had a poor view of his own looks thought he was hideous. Breaking into heavy sobs he ran to his cousins, showing them how hideous he was. The yeens argued that he was cute, despite the horrible way he was dressed. When Levi was finally calmed down and they were able to get ahold of him, they tore the hideous clothes off and dressed him in their cutest and frilliest clothes, his hair done in a micro side pony with those charm hairbands (you know the ones with the plastic or wood charms that hurt like a bitch if they snapped you in the skull) and some light makeup. They put him back in front of the mirror and showed him how cute he REALLY was and how if he WERE a girl he’d be a very cute one. His view of himself changed, if only a little bit. But It was there he learned of his love of crossdressing. He liked being cute with his cousins and when they all went out dressed up he often got compliments he never did in his usual dress. (That eventually changes when he starts dressing better)

As he grew older he kept up with the crossdressing in secret. Putting on a feminine voice to keep his identity secret when he went out with his cousins or alone. Even inventing a wearable voice changer in the style of a choker he could swap out with various outfits to save his vocal cords the strain.

The Yeens being the only ones in the know about his continued crossdressing and online show Levy’s Space. Levi made it a family friendly two hour long variety show seven days a week with weekday ratings never reaching passed tv-g/pg and weekends being reserved for teens/adults with a more mature nature never passing tv-14/R. He baked, cooked, danced, sang, read stories, played games watched movies and did makeup, nail and hair and outfit tutorials. Talked to the audience and generally made it as fun and friendly as he could while in the Levy persona.

Thanks to Levy, Levi eventually becomes confident in his own masculinity without it turning toxic. The other men in his family eventually follow suit, learning to become more relaxed and accepting of themselves and some even (like his father) trying to express themselves in more adventurous ways.

[xylophonetangerine]

And in yläaste (~junior high school) our chemistry teacher showed us the R-rated gross-out weed-comedy We're the Millers. No one had any problem with that back then but you couldn't do that today without everyone losing their damn minds. That movie has one of the first major performances by Will Poulter. Wasn't he crazy how he got bullied off of Twitter after appearing in that Netflix special because people thought he was ugly. I was dumbfounded when that happened because even though I obviously see that he's not the most conventionally attractive man in existence I've always found him really good-looking. I guess people disagree. But what an insane thing to get that mad about.

[adamwatchesmovies]

The Ugly Truth (2009)

The Ugly Truth is a waste of time. It brings nothing new or fresh or innovative to the romantic comedy genre. The writing is poor. The stars have little chemistry. The plot so predictable you can set your watch to it. Worst of all, there isn't a single laugh within its 96-minute running time. Movies like this are the reason so many people say they hate rom-coms.

Morning show TV producer Abby Richter (Katherine Heigl) is astonished when Mike Chadway (Gerard Butler) is hired to do a segment on her show. Rude, cynical, sexist, and shallow, he’s everything Abby hates. When a piece of advice he gives her seems to work on Abby’s hunky neighbour (Eric Winter), she begins to warm up to Mike.

This movie is pathetic. You’re tempted to leave angry, but why? Why should you pour energy towards this movie when no one working on it did? You know exactly what’s coming the second Abby calls into Mike’s show and angrily tells him he’s wrong for believing what he does about men and women. We’ve all seen the rule of bad romantic films play out like this before. “If two people hate each other, it means they’re destined to fall in love”. To a degree, it's what we come to see but it'd be nice if there was at least the illusion of innovation. If the first words they exchange aren’t enough, just look at Mike's competition for Abby's heart. Sure doctor Colin is handsome but what’s his personality? He has none. There are no scenes where he and Abby have a heart-to-heart. The closest is an awkward baseball game gag - one of the many moments that would NEVER happen in real life - and a romantic evening in the woods that looks uncannily like a car commercial because we don't hear anything that's said. By comparison, Abby and Mike share the same thoughts about bottled vs. tap water. How could he compete?

If the total lack of chemistry between everyone doesn’t turn your heart to dust, the film’s attitude will. "Ugly" is right and with no grasp on reality either. When you get down to it, Mike’s advice is correct most of the time (at least when it comes to the people he interacts with) so what lesson are we supposed to draw from The Ugly Truth? That men care about nothing but appearances, think about nothing but sex and that if you’re not fit to have your picture on the cover of a fashion magazine you’ll die alone, surrounded by cats? The story is so misogynist it makes all of your goodwill towards it melt like a box of chocolates rocketed into the sun. And yet, the film isn’t even THAT R-Rated. You see one behind but there’s no nudity otherwise and nothing Mike says compares to anything we heard in 2007’s Superbad.

If you’re determined to give this movie a chance, save yourself some time. Just go ahead and watch the worst (and most memorable) scene, a sequence in which Abby accidentally wears remote-controlled vibrating underwear to a fancy dinner. If within your DNA the mutant gene that allows human to pass through the floor lays dormant, this is just the trauma you’ll need to trigger it. And this script was written by three women? Are we sure they’re not aliens?

The Ugly Truth is not a wholly forgettable bad film, which actually works in its favor. If you have the misfortune of sitting through it, you'll always remember to discourage anyone else from seeing it and there's no way you'll ever watch it more than once. (May 8, 2020)

[astroboots]

You are such an incredible writer and I love your Homecoming series!

When do you think Boa discovered that her feelings for Santiago weren't just friendly?

Stuck with You

Summary: It's the night before Santiago leaves for deployment.

Pairing: Santiago x female reader (you)

Content: fluff, angst. Young Santiago with his luscious curls who should come with his own warnings really.

Wordcount: 2,900

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If you're being honest with yourself, you've always loved Santiago. How can you not? After all, he makes it very hard not to. 

There are many things you love about him. That gap between his teeth that he's had since you were kids. The crinkles around his eyes when he smiles that started coming in after he returned from his first deployment. Those ridiculously luscious black curls that are finally starting to grow back from his ugly buzz cut now that he's home again. 

Been home just about shy of five months, and somehow it's already time for him to go again. Five months that went by far too quickly. 

Whenever Santiago is back it's almost like he never left town. You'll come home to him having let himself in with the spare key. He'll be bumming on your shitty IKEA futon. Eating up all the doughy cookie parts of your Ben & Jerry's you have stacked in the freezer (leaving plain vanilla ice-cream in the bottom like a savage). Reading your books that he always puts back in the wrong order on the shelf. 

He'll sit there, book in his lap, like he belongs there, slotting in so easily into your life it seems seamless. Making this shitty little apartment feel a little bit less shitty, a little bit less lonely, and just that much more like the home you actually want to return to. 

Santiago has that magic skill when he's here.

It's been that way since you were kids. When you lived down the road from him. Your mom would be working late hours between three jobs, leaving you by yourself, and he'd sneak over to yours with R-rated movies he wasn't allowed to watch. 

No matter the time, or the location, when Santiago is here, he fills up the space with his presence. He's always made your empty home feel less lonely. It's one of the many things you love about him. 

And when he's gone. When he leaves, he takes that with him. 

It's why the weeks and days leading up to his deployments always leaves you with a gnawing dread in the pit of your stomach And tonight? The last night before he leaves is always the worst. 

The knowledge that after he goes, you'll come back to an empty futon, an empty apartment, an empty home, and you're right back to being a latchkey kid with no one to come home to. 

Still you don't want to put a damper on his night. A night amongst a group of old friends, meant to be a last hurrah to send him off again. So you suck it up, you get dressed, put on makeup and you practice your strained smile in the mirror until it's not so strained anymore. 

You're just about to call for a cab when you get a text in the group chat. 

Santiago

Sorry guys, got a killer migraine and not quite up for it tonight. I'll catch up with everyone next time I'm in town. 

You stare at that message for a long time. You don't know how long you stare at it, or how many times you reread it, hoping that the text will change if you keep reading it, before you snap yourself out of it and get out of the dress and wash off the makeup. 

You hate the send offs, but you hate the idea that you're not going to see him on his final night even more. Want to clasp onto the last few hours, like the countdown of New Year's eve right before the ball drops, even if it kills you inside. 

There's no use moping about it. What are you supposed to do anyhow? Call Santiago and cry about the spilled milk? Guilt him into coming anyhow, migraine and all? 

He probably would, if you asked him. You know that. 

Because you're his oldest friend and he'd do just about anything for you that you asked him to. Except the one thing you want more than anything. Stay. 

No, the best thing to do is to cut your losses, settle in for a night of Korean dramas and finish off the Ben & Jerry's Santiago's left in your freezer. Distract yourself, so you don't think about whether he'll call you in the morning before he leaves so you can at least say bye. 

You throw your crumpled up dress into the laundry basket, about to put on sweats and a baggy t-shirt when your eyes linger. Santiago's left his army sweatshirt here. 

Rough and scratchy, it's the most depressing washed out gray you've seen. You're surprised he didn't throw it in the trash considering how much he keeps bitching about it. It's probably going to give you the same rashes Santiago gets if you wear it. So you don't know what possesses you and makes you take it out of the basket and put it on. The material itches like there are bugs crawling around your skin the moment you do. 

You glance at yourself in the bathroom mirror and almost burst out into a laugh.

What a hideous shirt. 

Shaking your head, your hand is already at the hem ready to drag it off and about to release your poor skin from the eczema trap when the scratch of keys at your front door pulls your attention. 

The noise stops your heart and has you leaping to the living room just in time for the door to open and Santiago's wild curls pop up like a whack-a-mole. 

He barges in pizza boxes first, beer crate second as he haphazardly kicks the door close, without any signs of the "so called migraine" he'd texted your friends about, eyes alert and grinning from cheek to cheek. 

"Got us two meat lover's special and your crazy peanut, banana curry pizza," he says as he strides into your kitchen space and sets down the three boxes of pizza along with an overly full grocery bag filled with cookies and snacks.

"You better appreciate this, people standing behind me in line looked at me like I was fucking crazy. You know you're the only one that orders this abomination? Pretty sure you're the only reason they still have it on the menu." 

"What are you doing here? Didn't you have a migraine?" you accuse and Santiago doesn't miss a beat, not even looking up as he unpacks the last of the grocery bag. 

"Is that my sweatshirt you're wearing?" 

It shuts you up quick. You don't say anything more about his miraculously gone migraine and he doesn't push about you wearing his clothes. Instead he reaches into the bag and pulls out a DVD cover depicting a sickle sticking up from the soil with dripping blood in the title: Children of the Corn. 

"What do you say, just like old times." Santiago smiles, and when have you ever said no to Santiago? 

So you roll out your shitty futon bed. Surrounded by a buffet spread of snacks: Doritos, popcorn, Reese's and spilled beer that will never wash out of your sheets. The movie flickers in the background, but neither of you really pay it any attention beyond the opening. 

You're too busy laughing at Santiago's stupid jokes. Too busy imagining the fury in his sister's face, as he tells you about how he used Martina's curling iron to straighten out wrinkles on his shirt and nearly got himself killed. 

Too busy cramming your face full of popcorn and loading up on greasy pizza into the early hours in the morning as you're talking about everything and nothing. The bottle of beers long polished, but neither of you inebriated enough to account for the way you're both slurring. You're both half-asleep. You just don't want to miss a beat of a second with him until he has to go. So when a traitorous yawn breaks out and Santiago asks if you need to sleep, you lie. 

"Not sleepy, just tipsy."

"What about you? Don't you need sleep?" 

He smiles, and you can't help but smile back at him. At the way his eyes are half lidded, and the messy thick curl that's spilled onto his forehead lingers. 

He shakes his head gently at your question. "I can sleep on the plane." 

There's a small pang of pain piercing somewhere deep in your ribs. Like someone stuck a thumbtack in there and you can't reach in and pull it out. 

Your smile wants to drop, but you fight it, because you don't want to make a scene. Don't want to make it harder for you both than it already is. You just need to smile and get through it. 

Not that it works, Santiago can see through your crap in two seconds flat. His own smile drops, the drowsy expression in his face much too sober all of a sudden. 

"What you wanna do when I get back?" he asks, switching the subject.   

Back. Cause he will be back, is what he's telling you without drawing attention to the fact that you're near tears. 

Eight months from now, you remind yourself and you try to compile a list of all the things you can look forward to doing together. 

But you can't think of anything, mind drawing blank. 

"The new Kill Bill will be out," Santiago suggests, filling in the space of your silence. "We'll go together. You're also going to have to come as my plus one for my cousin Diego's wedding in September. Otherwise my mom is going to try to set me up with some "nice" girl again," he moans drawing quotation marks around the word, nice, like it's a curse. 

"Need you to intercept my mom's nagging. Don't want her to go on about grandkids again. I'm barely the legal age to buy a beer, I don't understand why she's talking about grandkids like my sperm is running against an expiry date. It's not a carton of milk." 

You snort with laughter and nearly choke on your spit, and when you turn to look at him, Santiago looks way too pleased with himself at making you laugh. 

"It's because she's worried you're going to knock up some rando you meet at a bar one of these days, and then you'll be stuck with them for life."

Santiago just grins, "nah, the only woman I'm stuck with is you." 

He doesn't mean it romantically. You know that. But still you can't help the wide smile pulling at the corners of your mouth or stop the warmth that blooms in your chest at his words. 

Can't stop staring like a pathetic loon at his face when Santiago's eyes tilt up towards the ceiling, before his eyes flashes in that way it does when he thinks he has a brilliant idea. 

He snaps his fingers, abruptly and much too loud for this time of the night and nearly jumps off your futon in his excitement. 

"That's what I should do to shut my mom up! Just marry you! It'll be great — won't have to listen to her nag. She won't try to set me up with any more "nice" catholic girls from church." 

You don't know what comes over you. You know better. Should have stopped Santiago, thrown a pillow in his face and told him to shut up before he got himself too excited.

But you don't, because when you see the animated expression on his face, the way his eyes are wide open, eyebrows shot up with a big open-toothed smile, describing your hypothetical future together, your stomach flutters. Your cheeks warm when he tells you how your kids would have his amazing hair and your "angry looking eyes", and he'd sing your kids Metallica songs as their lullabies and you can teach them why Hemingway is a really shitty and overrated writer. 

He looks at you, waiting for you to laugh at each one of his fantastical details, as if he was doing a bit in a standup comedy. Like this is all a joke and terribly funny. Because Santiago is telling it like a joke, but you can almost see it in front of you. 

Two kids, close in age so they’ll always have each other and never have to feel alone the way you did growing up. A dog, a big one, and a fluffy one at that, that will shed and leave fur everywhere and Santiago will bitch about how it keeps getting into all his clothes. A house, not a gaudy McMansion house. It doesn't even have to be big or special, just a home. Filled with people that are waiting for you, instead of another empty apartment and a note on the refrigerator letting you know there's frozen pizza you can heat up for dinner. 

"We'll name our first after my mom. She will never be able to complain about anything about me again," Santiago jokes. 

And that's the problem with all of this. Everything he's describing. This hypothetical future that's your dream. It's Santiago's worst nightmare -- a horrible, disfigured joke. 

A house and a family that he is beholden to, and would never be allowed to leave out of a sense of duty— you might as well lock him up in chains and throw away the keys.

You've known it since the first day they met. Santiago has adventure and ambition thrumming underneath the veins of his flesh. Can barely stand still for more than five minutes in one spot before his whole body vibrates with impatience. His feet itches to take a leap and dive headfirst into adventure and the unknown.

You know all of this because you know Santiago, maybe better than anyone. So you don't know why you would open your mouth to ask him, the one question you never ask anymore. 

"Would you stay?" 

His mouth works, eyes still glinting with something warm and adoring, as if his first instinct is to say yes— and then you can see it, the moment that his brain catches up with your question and he realizes what you're asking him. 

Can practically hear the needle drop and pierces through the happy bubble. Can see the second that the laughter and mirth in Santiago's eyes dim. His words catch in his throat as he stares at you until he has to look away.

Because you know… no matter how much you mean to him. Hell, even if he wanted to, he would never be able to. He would never stay. 

Not for you, not for anyone. 

When words find him again, Santiago sounds flustered and apologetic, fingers running through his disarrayed curls in that way he does when he knows he's fucked up. 

“Yeah, no, I’m drunk. Sorry, just ignore me.”

An awkward silence that is so unlike any space the two of you find yourselves in, fills your tiny apartment. You can feel the weight of it sitting on your chest like lead. 

The only thing you can hear is the gears in Santiago's brain turning, as he's trying to find the words to make this right and fix it. 

Even in the dark you see the way his mouth opens and closes, two seconds away from apologizing, "Boa, I—"

Except, he has nothing to apologize for, you're just being selfish. You want a life that this man is incapable of giving. Something that you've always known and he's never tried to trick you otherwise.

You roll to your side until you're facing him, putting on your best attempt at a smile that you've practiced all day in the mirror. Then you give him a playful pat on his cheek to let him know that you're just fucking with him. 

"I know what you meant idiot. Go to sleep, you have a flight tomorrow".

Santiago's eyes are still homed in on yours. Wide and sorry, brimming with guilt. You can tell that he's trying to decide whether to untangle the tangled knot that he's accidentally stuck his foot into or just let it go. Trapped in the indecision of this moment. 

So you makes the decision for him. "Sleep, or there's no fucking way I'll be able to drive you the airport tomorrow." 

There's a hesitant nod, accompanied by a quiet murmur of an "ok", against the flickering light from the TV Screen. 

You reach behind you for the remote to turn it off and the whole room is swallowed by the pitched darkness. 

It's better this way. 

This way you won't be able to see him or what expression he's making. 

Except, that doesn't happen. Even in the dark you can see him. It doesn't matter that your eyes are tightly shut, cause you've known this man so long, for so many years, that you've committed every inch of his face to memory.

Know him so well that you know that his eyebrows are knitted into a worried pinch of  a frown. Lips pressed together into a thin line as he stares into the darkness of the ceiling before he can't help himself and those thick lashes of his flutter shut. 

Something brushes up against your calf, and then his knee nudges yours. 

"I really love you, y'know," he murmurs. 

And it's all you can do to stop yourself from breaking, to quell that ugly sob you can feel lodged somewhere between your throat and chest. 

"I know Santiago, I love you too." 

How can you not? He just makes it very hard sometimes. 

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[pinkbeeps]

Reasons why I hate Tom Whisper Weathercock from Hypnosis Mic and why you should too

1- He's blonde. There's only ONE (1) blond bitch from hypmic that I respect, and it's not him. (It's Gentaro)

1- This man is 30 and he's fangirling over a 19-year-old who just figured out he can watch R-Rated movies without his absentee father's permission. Like... Bro. Chill, that's kinda cringe.

4- Iris and Rex.

Look at them.

LOOK AT THEM.

THAT IS PEAK CHARACTER DESIGN RIGHT THERE. AND WHOS THEIR LEADER???? SOME BLOND GUY FROM AMERICA!!

NAMED TOM.

THE FUCK???????

5- In the anime, he pushed Saburo. Like... You can't do that. He's a child, and Tom pushed him. Yes it was because he was saving Saburo's life from a drone strike... but you know. Saburo got a scratch and made a sad looking face. WHAT THE FUCK. Tom. It still was a fucked up thing he did, and I hope Tom dies.

(I couldn't find a gif of the exact scene where he pushed Saburo, so here's a recreation. Also, another reason to hate Tom; I added this gif but then realized how ugly it was but I couldn't figure out how to remove it so THANKS Tom for ruining my post about why I hate Tom.)

6- He was actually so unpopular in the character polls that in the second season of the Hypmic anime, he was completely absent. Actually that's really funny so I'm counting it as a win for him but he's on THIN fucking ice.

7- He's American.

IM FROM AMERICA. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW. HOW.. HOW SCARY IT IS TO KNOW THAT HE COULD BE ANYWHERE?!?!?!? that he lives in the same place as ME??

No. Not for long. I'll save us from him, I promise you my fellow chicks and dicks.

Land of the free? More like land of the Free of Tom Whisper Weathercock when I'm done with him.

Anyway that's the post be sure to like comment and subscribe if you hate Mr. Weathercock too. And one day we'll get rid of him. Thanksies

[maginxlia]

Nanami, Gojo, Toji and Sukuna Ryomen in The Christmas Special

Rated R

Contains Foul language and Suggestive Themes

Since Almost Every Good TV series has a Christmas Special or two or more (Looking at you Simpsons!) It's only fitting that I pull my creative block away and Give y'all a little something for the Holidays🎄I appreciate all the love and support y'all give to me and I want to truly thank you all💖 Pronouns Out of this because issa party for everybody 💖 I hope y'all have a Beautiful and Safe holiday💖 For those of y'all who's able to see y'all family for the holidays, I wish y'all well and safe travels with a beautiful loving holiday with the ones you love💖 For those who aren't able to see y'all families, I wish you well and I want you to know you are loved, I hope that your holiday can be wonderful even tho it might Not be the way you planned it💖 Sending y'all lots of love from the Southern Wonderland✨

Tldr: I love y'all and Merry Christmas! Happy Kwanzaa! Happy Yule! I hope y'all had a Happy Hanukkah! In short Happy Holidays 💖

Nanami Kento

Nanami is a man who loves Traditions

Setting up the tree together? Hanging his favorite ornaments that you bought for him? Singing Carols together? Sign him up

Loves the way a real tree smell like but he always set up the artificial tree instead

Nanami has antique decorations that were given to him and he's very proud of them

He has an old ass recipe book that his granny gave to him so he knows how to make Snickerdoodles And soft gingerbread men

Loves to try new recipes with you and Making beautiful Gingerbread houses with you

Drinks adult (Liquored up) Eggnog Every night before bed

Adores old Christmas movies and will cry during Rudolph

Thoughtful high quality gifts, Nanami is a man who listens and observes

Also has the skill of gift wrapping down, The gifts look like something out of a Better Homes and Gardens magazine

Would love to start the tradition of y'all buying special ornaments each year

Spends hours getting the lights right inside and out

Likes to keep everything neat and orderly aka the HOA doesn't have shit to say

Slow dancing Together to old Christmas music and with Him absent mindlessly humming along🥰

Making homemade hot chocolate and watching the fire while the Christmas lights are the only thing lit is 100/100

Making love to you by the fire is 1,000% vibes for him

Loves and respect all of your traditions

It warms his heart doing something charitable for The community

Gojo Satoru

Gojo is fucking ready Shit he's been Ready since January

Literally want y'all place to be the best decorated in the community

Has a prelit white artificial tree and love to decorate the tree with themes in mind

Decorating The tree with this man is an oddly romantic event, If you can't reach the top He will pick you up so you can put ornaments around the top of the tree and the smirk he has is so sly

Goes all out on the lights outside so much that he makes the community have power outage 🤦🏾‍♀️

Gojo got y'all power bill outrageous and the HOA IS BIG MAD

Actually has a list of people to get gifts for and he can decently wrap them too

He Will be hurt if they don't get him a card or small present

Mans will frequently sit under y'all tree naked with a bow on his meat talking about " Unwrap me Baby”

Drinks from a Christmas mug That says "Ho Ho Hoe" on it

Gojo can't control himself around mistletoe 🤦🏾‍♀️ He's nasty and we all know this, Guaranteed to have your clothes undone and his tongue in your mouth in 0.1 seconds

Purchase a lot of gag gifts but also a lot of heartfelt ones too

He wears Ugly Christmas sweaters until Christmas is over

Watch cheesy romance Christmas movies and say "Baby that could be us"

Do not let him drink eggnog with alcohol in it! He will get drunk, clingy and Sleazy

Dresses like Santa Claus and want you to act out one of his favourite XXX Films

Also He does an amazing Santa baby cover that can make Eartha Kitt blush and Make Megumi sick

Host a bomb ass Christmas party every year that not so surprisingly make the Neighborhood hate him even more

Will successfully guess every gift someone brought him just by picking it up

Fushiguro Toji

Christmas spirit??? Toji doesn't even know her

Mans is big mad

Buying gifts? Goodwill towards man? Hanging lights??? A tree?¿? Decorations?!?!? He could go gambling with all that money and energy

That doesn't mean he will deter you from it tho, If it put a smile on your face he'll of course suck it up

Also let's all be honest if you were nothing but a fling and a warm place to stay, Toji would be M.I.A for the holidays so he wouldn't have to buy you a gift (Just Scrub Tings) But He considers you his last chance at happiness

Don't let him pick the tree because lemme tell you he will pick the most pitiful twig they got and lie about it being all they had left🤦🏾‍♀️

He Might lift that fine ass off the couch and put one or two ornaments on the tree but that about it

Would prefer if y'all didn't illuminate the place where he “hides out”

Finds himself enjoying the snacks and cuisine that comes with Christmas

Will eat a tin of Christmas cookies while looking at TV

If you make a gingerbread house He's gonna to eat it

Grumbles about watching Christmas movies but will oblige if you sit on his lap while watching them

The Grinch and Scrooge are both misunderstood characters to him and he relates to them

even tho he's not about that spirit of gift buying but he makes sure to get you something nice and he wouldn't be piss if you don't get him anything

Hates the thought of mistletoe; he doesn't need some “weed” to kiss you until you're weak in the knees

Carolers beware! Toji will not tolerate strangers at y'all home and will Threaten their life expectancy

Doesn't trust Eggnog but loves sparkling grape juice

Ryomen Sukuna

Sukuna never really cared to celebrate the holidays but now he has you so he is willing to go all out

Personally Thinks Christmas is about receiving and he likens it to his days of when people would give him offerings

Sukuna really out in these streets keeping Yuuji up at night talking about Presents🤦🏾‍♀️ For himself 🤦🏾‍♀️

No joke He's really gift centered I mean yes he'll help you put up the tree but if there isn't at least one gift under the tree for him on the 25th..... He's yeeting the tree out the fucking window

That being Said he wants the biggest tree and he wants to load it down with tinsel and ornaments to the point it looks kinda tacky

Will spray tons of fake snow on it too

Tries to put up lights and gets agitated the moment they get knotted up or don't work so of course he yanks the bitches off the house in one go (Damage who?)

Tries to put up an inflatable but he was reckless with his claws and he punctured it

So outside decorations is all a Yuuji Job

All the Christmas theme sweets got him intoxicated

Little Debbie tree cakes are his drugs, Sukuna will eat three boxes a day and will get very pissed if you touch one of his cakes without asking first (will be pissed that you even want one)

Likes some of the old Christmas music but he will destroy your radio if all I want for Christmas is you plays more than 2 times

Yuuji Has to tell him that it's not normal to buy gifts for himself and that Christmas is about giving to others

Also Sukuna is forced to budget, He's only allowed to spend 300 hundred dollars on his gifts for you

He struggles with his budget to get you something he deems worthy of royalty but he somehow manages

Don't think for one minute he wrapped the gifts himself, He paid the professionals to do it

CAN and WILL Shake the fuck outta the gifts under the tree so watch him

Drinks so much Eggnog that he makes Yuuji belly ache for three suns

Make sure to always be in control whenever there is mistletoe nearby, if Yuuji dare to kiss you it will be hell to pay

Type to hold you firmly against him as he kisses you so deeply that he takes your breath away, Also you can feel all those muscles 🤤

Will bitch about watching old holiday films with you but slowly come to appreciate if not love them

Likes, Comments, Reblogs and Requests is Hella Appreciated Loved💖 Please don't Steal My Shit

[kireimarkeu]

wild heart; l.dh

+repost, i did not make any changes to this fic.

summary: where your best friend starts to fall for you 

2.5k words

[11:36 PM] movie night

"No, Hyuck! Geez!" you groaned, your hand pressing onto his shoulder brutally as you reached up to snatch the remote control from Donghyuck's grip. 

He winced when you pinched his shoulder, settling down on the couch then stuck his tongue out at you in a teasing manner. You crossed your arms with a pout, looking away from your best friend. 

"Are you being pouty, right now?" he asks, taking a look at you before a burst of loud laughter left his lips. "it's my turn to choose the movie though," he says, pressing onto the buttons on the remote to turn on the same movie the both of you have watched millions of times.

"I don't want to watch To All The Boys I've Loved Before for the 50th time," you grumbled him, scooting further away from the boy sulkily.

He stops pressing the buttons on the remote, "well, what do you want to watch then?" he asks you staring right at you, while you didn't spare him a single glance. 

You raised your eyebrows at him in confirmation, he only nodded positively. "A new movie just came out and I wanna watch it with you."

He chuckled, "with me?"

You nodded, "it's an action movie."

He pretended to puke, then looks at you with a disgusted look, "I only watch rom-com, dummy. How could you not know that? You're my best friend."

You rolled your eyes at his statement, "the only rom-com you watch is To All The Boys I've Loved Before."

He scowled at you and threw the remote at your direction, hitting you softly on the thigh. "Fine."

You could only grin in satisfaction as you turned on the action movie you have been dying to watch. Once the movie started playing, you shifted closer to Donghyuck and laid your head comfortably on his lap.

[6: 43PM] he helps you find clothes

"Wait- I don't think I look good in this," you say from inside the room. 

You were told a few days ago that your brother was getting married, so you needed a new dress to wear to the wedding. You didn't hesitate to call your best friend for help, knowing he was the best at being completely honest.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, a frowned plastered on your face. Donghyuck had picked a few dark blue dresses to match with the theme. 

You finally tried on the last dress, the one Hyuck had been waiting for you to put on. It was something you have never worn before. It was just so- revealing. 

There was a slit all the way up to the thigh, a V-neck in the middle that ended just right above your belly button. And, god- why was it so tight? It hugged your curves just right. You felt so naked.

Donghyuck rolls his eyes and replies, "I'll be the judge of that."

"But I look really bad in it," you say, turning to see your side view in the mirror, "I think dark blue doesn't suit me."

Donghyuck rested his back against the wall as he stretched his long legs. "You're already ugly, it doesn't matter."

"Lee Donghyuck!"

"Did I lie?" he asks, "Did I fucking lie??"

You let out an annoyed groan and unlocked the door, peeking your head out to look at the boy who was staring at you with lazy eyes. 

"I look so bad," you whined, "can I just change and find another dress?"

Donghyuck sighed, "We met at 1 pm, it's almost 7 now, y/n."

You pouted, opening the door wider as you stepped out of the room to let Donghyuck see the dress. 

Donghyuck's eyes widen as his heartbeat started to pick up its rate. The dress you wore is stunning, why didn't you like it?

"You look..." he lets out a low whistle. "you look great, why do you not like the dress?"

You shrugged, "I don't know, maybe because it's not me?"

He rolls his eyes, "well you're shopping for a dress, of course, it won't feel like you."

You turned back around to face the mirror in the room again. With Hyuck's reassurance, you felt slightly more confident. It did suit you. Maybe the dress wasn't so bad. 

You turned back around to face the boy, "do you think I should really get this?" you ask Donghyuck. 

He nodded, "just make sure you wear lots of makeup. Or else the dress would go to waste," he joked. 

You turned to send him a sarcastic smile, "great! Now let's shop for shoes!" you tell him, earning a groan from the boy.

[11:18 AM] when you call each other pet names

You didn't know how it all started. You weren't sure if you were the one who started it- probably Hyuck since he was a lot more playful. But the both of you have playfully called each other pet names in front of everyone. 

"Do you want some, baby?" you ask Hyuck, bringing the spoon filled with rice to his lips. 

You could feel everyone on the table staring at the both of you. 

Donghyuck nodded, opening his mouth to let you feed him, "Thanks, babe." 

The table fell silent. 

"Are you guys...?" Jeno trailed off with raised eyebrows.

The both of you raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

"Dating," Jaemin completes the sentence for his friend.

"Are you guys dating?" Jeno repeats, his eyes wide in confusion. 

You scrunched your face in disgust, "me and Hyuck? Hell no!" 

The table fell silent as they all stare at your best friend.

Perhaps Hyuck's heart broke when the words left your lips without hesitation. Perhaps he did have thoughts of the both of you dating.

Jeno had a surprised expression plastered on his face, "O-oh, well you both were calling each other pet names, so I thought the both of you were already dating."

Already? What did Jeno mean by that?

You shrugged, "I don't know how it started, but we both started using it and became comfortable with the nickname."

"Yeah," remarked Hyuck, "we're just really comfortable with the name."

[9:09 PM] sleepover!!!!

You: r u coming??

You: hyukkiii

You: babyyy

You: why are you taking so long D:

You: can you RUN

You: i'm going to eat all the nuggets >:(

Right when you sent the last text, you heard a loud knock on your door. You ran to the door and unlocked it as fast as you can. You were met with Donghyuck in the matching blue pyjamas that you had bought for him when you went to Jaa. (You had forcefully made him wear the matching blue pJ's whenever the both of you had a sleepover.)

"You're so slow," you complained, pulling your friend in by his arm. "Did you bring the snacks I told you to?" 

He lifted his hand to show you the bag filled with the snacks that you were craving for. "Just admit you invited me because you want to bring food."

You turned to Hyuck, feigning a confused expression, "I would never," you expressed dramatically. 

Hyuck rolls his eyes at your words. "I'm choosing the movie," he tells you, plopping on the couch, reaching for the remote quickly before you could snatch it from him. 

You empty the bag filled with snacks that Donghyuck left on the table. "Fine. Make sure it's not another rom-com."

Donghyuck whines, "what's wrong with Peter and Lara Jean? They're so cute together!"

[11:21 PM] dancing together in the living room

Both of you have ditched the movie he chose and decided to play music instead. Hyuck was in charge of music since he had better taste. 

Suddenly, your favourite song, Feel Special by Twice started playing. Your eyes widened in glee as you stared at Hyuck. You immediately stood up and started dancing to the choreography terribly.

Donghyuck could only laugh as you dance offbeat. You stared up at him with shining eyes, grabbing his hand in yours before pulling him to stand next to you. 

Without thinking, you started dancing next to your best friend. Donghyuck lifted his hand that you were holding above you to twirl you around. 

He couldn't afford to ruin the moment. He loved seeing you this way- so carefree and happy. It would be a lie if he didn't feel butterflies in his stomach seeing your eyes shining so brightly. 

[1:56 AM] he sings you to sleep

After hours of singing and dancing, you finally grew tired. You suggested that both of you should head to bed if Hyuck wanted to get breakfast tomorrow. 

"I'll sleep on the couch," Hyuck says, grabbing some of the pillows on your bed. He pressed his hand on each of the pillows, he didn't like pillows that are way too soft.

You frowned at your friend's words. "I changed my bedsheets for you," 

He turned around to look at you with raised his eyebrows, "what?"

"I made space for you in my bed," you explained, "cuddle me~"

You weren't sure why you wanted him to sleep with you. You just wanted to be in his arms. 

Honestly, Donghyuck was nervous. The last time the both of you cuddled was months ago. Usually, he didn't feel anything while both of you were laying together on your bed, but this time, it felt different. 

He felt his heartbeat starting to pick up its pace, his face turning crimson red from your whines and your pouty lips.

"You want me to cuddle you?" he asks again, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He didn't realise he was clenching onto the pillow that he was holding this whole time. 

You nodded cutely. "Just like the old-time."

Right. Just like the old time. 

"Okay."

Within a few minutes, you had Hyuck's arms protectively wrapped around you, while your head rest neatly on his chest. You snuggle closer to your best friend. 

"Donghyuck-ah," you yawn, your hands fisting his grey sweatshirt. Earlier, Donghyuck had claimed your dorm was too cold so he put on his sweatshirt that he had left at your place last time.  

"Hm?"

"Will you sing me to sleep?" you ask quietly.

You felt Donghyuck's hands thread through your soft hair, "do you want me to?"

You nod, "I love it when you sing."

And without hesitation, Hyuck started singing softly in your ear while you slowly went into a deep slumber. 

Donghyuck tried his best not to move around too much when he knew you were deep asleep. He tilted his chin down to stare at your features. He slowly let his finger trace your nose down to your lips.

"Y/N," he breathes, "why am I feeling this way?"

[2:03 PM] playing with your hair

You were currently seated on the floor between Donghyuck's legs. He had his hands tangled in your hair, occasionally twirling it around his fingers or braiding it halfway. 

"Ow," you winced when you felt a particular tug from your hair. "That hurts, you bitch," you cussed at your best friend. 

"It wouldn't if you actually wash your hair," he argued back, his hand threading through your hair, untangling your long brown locks. 

Donghyuck loved to make sarcastic remarks about everything. But one thing he would never admit was that he actually loved your hair. He loved the smell of your hair; it wasn't strawberry or coconut. It was nothing of the sort, the smell of your hair made him feel like he was at the right place. With the right person. 

He loved the natural soft curls you had on your hair. It was unique. The soft curls you had, made you become you. 

He would often hear you complain about how you hated your curly hair and how you wanted to straighten it. Or how you wanted to have your hair dyed brown because you hated your black hair. 

"Should I cut my hair, Hyuckie?" you asked from below, tilting your head upwards to look at the boy.

"Hm?" he asked with raised eyebrows, looking down at you, "I think short hair would look good on you," he says truthfully.

"Well, I'm not planning on cutting it real short, maybe until here?" you say, pointing on your shoulder. 

Donghyuck let's go of your hair, "you'll look good, baby. You don't have to worry."

[12:01 AM] he kisses you

You didn't know how the both of you ended up in this position-- you in-between his legs, one of his hand resting on your cheeks while the other was planted on your waist.

The both of you were so close, one move and his lips would be planted on yours. 

"y/n," he breathes, his hand trembling slightly, "can I kiss you?"

Your heartbeat started to pick up, how long has Donghyuck been waiting to ask you this? 

Your eyes linger on his pretty pink, pouty lips. You slowly nod, pulling him closer to you by the strings of his hoodie. 

His lips crashed onto yours in a matter of seconds. His lips were so soft, you just wanted to kiss him forever. Your hand thread through Donghyuck's hair while you breathe through your nose. A minute passed, and both of you finally pulled away. 

You breathed heavily as a giggle left your lips when you saw his swollen red lips and messy hair. 

You bit your lips nervously, "wanna make out?"

He pretended to think then he looked at you with stars in his eyes, "I don't make out with my friends."

You kept quiet, dumbfounded by his reply. Was this all a joke to him? You pulled away from Donghyuck but he prevented you from doing so by tightening his grip on your waist. 

You looked up at him, tears already brimming your eyes. You were embarrassed and disappointed. 

"y/n, will you be my girlfriend?"

[2:09 PM] you both get ice cream

"Two chocolate ice cream cones please," Donghyuck ordered, his hand reaching out to pay for both of your desserts. 

"Aww," you playfully punch your boyfriend while he winces in pain, "you're paying for my food?" you ask, wrapping your arms around his bicep while batting your eyelashes in his face.

He sends you a disgusted look, "do you even have a single cent on you?" he replies sarcastically.

You stick your tongue out and push him away from you, "fuck you, Lee."

Hyuck grabs both the ice cream cones and hands one to you while the both of you leaves the ice cream parlour. 

You happily licked your ice cream while the satan next to you bites his ice cream. You didn't say anything though, knowing it was his habit since he was young. 

"Babe," Donghyuck calls from beside you. 

"Hm?" you turned around only to feel the coldness of the chocolate ice cream resting on your nose. "Lee Donghyuck!" you yelp, punching his chest and arm.

Your boyfriend only laughed loudly as he tried to dodge your soft and weak punches. 

"Wait, wait," he says, one hand holding onto your arm to stop you from punching him. He slowly leans down to press his lips on your nose, kissing the cream off your nose. 

Pulling away, he was met with your blushing face. He couldn't help but plant another soft kiss on your lips. 

[trve-grimdark]

Prey (Predator Movie) Spoiler Free Review

Overview: So, I have had my expectations subverted you could say. 

That is to say, everything I thought was going to be wrong with this movie wasn’t really ‘wrong’ and everything I expected to be good was bad. If I had to give this movie a sarcastic title it would be Trope Hunt. 

And really that’s Prey in a nutshell.  The culmination of when a franchise that has been traded back and forth and has gotten progressively less entertaining and further from it’s source material since the first instalment established it, gets handed to a direct to streaming service group that takes some...liberties, with the look and idea, and spits it out as a mess of tropes derived from various portions of the franchise in a big muddled directionless mess.

And it’s a shame, because the general idea was a good idea, it’s just simply wasted. So onto the review. Spoiler free of course.

Plot (2/5) Your general Pred plot. Hunter is dropped off on Earth to hunt, ends up encountering group of humans. Mayhem ensues. Problem is, its all done wrong. 

Why is the Pred hunting in what looks like a fairly mild temperate snow capped mountainous area devoid of major conflict? Don’t know, guess the whole “Only hunts in the hottest of times and where there is conflict” stuff gets tossed right out the window. Why is the Pred dead set on killing hapless animals right in front of obviously more intelligent humans and revealing itself? Don’t know, we need scenes of animal dismemberment I guess. How do the random Euro trappers know its there? Never explained, just shut up and watch ‘ugly bad white man from Europe’ trope and don’t ask questions. Why does the main character want to be a hunter? Because everyone in this fucking movie except her mom is a hunter, I guess. 

Characters (1/5) I’d give this a 2 if the movie had been about the older brother, because he’s the only character in this that has kind of an arc. All I’m going to do is list the characters as tropes because that’s what they are plain and simple.

Wants to Hunt- Main character, you can tell Disney owns the company that owns this license. Princess like trope of quirky snarky above average intelligence girl, wants to hunt real bad because reasons, with an animal sidekick. Upside is, despite what the trailers made it seem, she’s not the standard OP “Strong Female” trope. She just has no character beyond Wants to Hunt Older Cool Brother- Should have been main character. Spends movie doing what everyone else says they are good at doing but he is the only one good at it. Why? Because he’s the older brother. I mean, obviously right?  Asshole to main character for no reason 1,2 and 3-side characters that are obnoxiously mean and critical to Wants to Hunt, because they are.  Fuck-Ugly Euro dudes 1,2 and 3- Also Assholes, kill buffalo needlessly because Dances with Wolves said that’s what they did all the time. Needlessly shitty to everyone, obviously bad, because, well, ummm... White Man in Native American movie?  Predator: Well...its there. It kills shit. Often times pointlessly. 

Effects (0/5) Shitty streaming service original CGI. I mean its worse than the average for this type of thing. I’m not expecting Marvel level here, but at one point The CGI bear literally loses it’s fur texture and runs like its got a corn cob in it’s ass. Also Pred has random CGI moments (and its face)  Complete shit looking. Half the kills in this movie happen in the blink of an eye or off screen with little to no gore. Not even sure how this movie got an R rating. I think AVP was more violent.

Action (3/5) Highest score of the movie. Some of the scenes are well done, and the part with the Pred chasing Wants to Hunt and Asshole #3 through the field was actually a bit frightening. Beyond that, tame killing sequences and lack luster jump cuts. Most of the blood in the movie seemed to come from the Pred as it literally makes a habit of getting skewered, shanked, stabbed, shot, wolf trapped and bit every time its on screen. Also what the fuck perfectly balanced stone tomahawk with matrix physics. Because...that’s a thing.

Music (1/5) This movie has music, I think...

Predator (0/5) Remember when I said the things I thought would be good where what turned out to be bad? This is the crux of that. Even at the worst lowest points of the other Pred movies, we have always been assured of having a badass alien hunter who will eventually spawn lines of collectable figurines and cool gif memes. Not so here. The “redesign” is atrocious. No more ‘Predlocks’ just basic bitch hair, and a weird gaping hole of a maw face with stubby mandibles that was so terribly animated and designed I wanted to claw my eyes out every time it was on screen without a helmet. 

This Pred also had to have been the participation award kid in hunting school. Not only does it needlessly reveal itself by pointlessly killing less dangerous creatures in front of people (or leaving its kills randomly around to be found), but this cat takes more damage for no other reason than it jumps right into traps, and in front of armed and dangerous foes just so it can get...injured, I guess? 

Remember when Jungle Hunter could see all the traps laid out for it? Remember when City hunter stalked down and killed a bunch of heavy armed Special Forces dude in a meat factory without a scratch? Well this guy cant even kill a random wolf without getting hurt. And jumping into a circle of French trappers armed with muskets? Well apparently that was an off day given how hard of a time it had with that. 

Final Score/Summary (Worst Pred movie ever): Prey is, at the end of the day terrible. I wont even score it because it shouldn’t even exist. Every character is a One Dimensional Trope. The Pred looks, hunts and fights like shit, and the plot gets lost in a slew of derivative clichés that go no where, and exist in the movie because “reasons”

If I had to guess, I would say this is the result of a bunch of Streaming Service no names, who one night got together, binged all the pred movies (And also the B-movie knock offs) then went and read a bunch of random fan-wiki articles, slapped a bunch of the tropes together and said “This is what Pred fans like right?”

 Look! The Pred skinned something! That’s a thing! Look, some one said a One Liner from the other movies! That’s a thing! Look, Wrist Blades coming out in front of the camera! Look, the tri-laser sight! Look, People setting traps! Look he loses his helmet at the end! wE mAkE gOoD pReDaToR mOvIe! What? What’s that? What’s the movie about? Ummm hey look Native Americans! Awesome movie right? Right?

Total garbage. Not even a guilty pleasure like the AVP movies. I may even make a ‘how to fix it” post at some point because I feel the need to correct this pile of fail in my brain so I can sleep, and Natives battling Preds in the distant past deserves better.

[joheun-saram]

The Back of Your Car (myg)

Summary- How would you deal if you were stuck in the trunk of your best friend’s car with your new crush?

word count- 3.3k

pairing- undergroundrapper!yoongi x recentgraduate!reader

rating- R

genre- fluff, smut(ish?), friends2lovers, collegeau

warnings- nothing too bad, just making out and dry humping to orgasm lol, oh and swearing.

a.n- my first Yoongi fic? Yes sirrrrrrr. I be simping for this man all day everyday. Also, yes the premise is dumb but also who doesn’t wanna be locked in a trunk with Yoongi. Just me? Okay. Coolcoolcool.

This was written for the ‘A Long Hot Summer’ project by @thebtswritersclub​. The member I picked was Yoongi and the sense I chose was touch, because when you can’t see you can only feel. 👀  Hope you like it!

Feedback much appreciated! 💕

gif is not mine! :)

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“Really guys? Really?” You sighed as you stared at the small trunk of Jin’s sedan. You were so done with your friends. The audacity of them to ask you to jump into the trunk for the two-hour-long ride. 

“What? We cleared all the junk for you! Plus it’s not like you’ll be alone.” Namjoon stated matter-of-factly, his hands on his hips.

Your friends had been planning this week-long trip to Jin’s cottage for the past month as the last hurrah before everyone really started working in the real world, and somehow everyone had missed the fact that two cars would not be enough for your group of ten and all your belongings.

You had been friends with most of them since at least the start of university, over five years ago, but you’d be lying if you said they still didn’t annoy you at times. Well, you had been friends with everyone except Min Yoongi, the person you were being forced to now share this tiny trunk with.

“Why can’t Jungkook and I share the trunk?” You looked pleadingly at your closest friend. Jungkook and you had been friends since childhood and his bunny smile was present in almost all your pictures. Although you had been introduced when he and your younger brother became friends in fifth grade, it soon became evident that he and you were a better friendship fit as after middle school his appearances at your house soon turned from gaming with your brother to watching movies and arguing over anime in your bedroom. He had seen you madly in love with your first boyfriend and then seen you ugly cry, wasted at 2 am after your first breakup. Whereas, you had been there to buy him a cake and blast Lonely Island in his dorm when he lost his virginity in his freshman year of university. Jungkook was comfortable, Jungkook was easy. Plus, your habit of platonic cuddles made you far more comfortable spooning him for two hours than the mysterious Yoongi, who you met four months ago and may or may not be harboring a massive crush on.

“Noona, I can barely fit in there alone! You and hyung are the smallest of the group. It just makes sense!” Jungkook looked proud of his logic, patting your head smugly as you glared at him. You hated that he was now the muscle-bound version of the scrawny kid you used to know but more so you hated that he was entirely justified in his logic.

“But what if we get rear-ended? I will die! Do you want me to die?!” You were exasperated as you stared at the group with wide eyes. This was not how you imagined the end of your summer before the real world to be - with Hosoek’s car filled with all your supplies, taking up most of the backseat, leading to your dilemma. Who had thought it was a good idea to bring an icebox that won’t fit in the trunk? Well, none other than the host, Jin, who insists his steaks needed ample room to breathe in the ice for the ride up to the woods.

“You can get in first, so if we get rear-ended my death will cushion you,” Yoongi spoke softly, looking at you as you blinked dumbfoundedly at him. Although you were sure this was part of his dark humor, you felt a flush creep up your neck at his attempt to dissuade your worries.

Yoongi was introduced to your friends through Namjoon. Your tightly knit group of friends barely talked to anyone else but Namjoon was the social butterfly, always at parties or networking for his Soundcloud growth. He was an amazing rapper, selling out most small clubs he performed at. That’s where he had met Yoongi, befriending him when they performed together, and slowly integrating him into your clan. At first, it didn’t seem like his quiet, introspective persona would fit in your group’s dynamic, what with Jimin and Taehyung’s constant platonic PDA, Hoseok and Namjoon’s rap battles, and Jin, Jungkook and your bickering, but he seemed to have found a groove, seamlessly integrating himself. His deadpan comments whenever Jimin and Taehyung got too much, his addition to the rap battles, and his role as a mediator over your arguments had slowly made Yoongi a solid part of your dynamic in a short amount of time. Even Namjoon and Jin’s girlfriends who had been a part of the crew for over one and two years, respectively, hadn’t gelled in this fast, still feeling like they were eight-wheeling a giant polyamorous group.

“Umm… thanks? But that’s not the point. We shouldn’t have to ride in the trunk because Jin’s precious icebox stole the seat!” You tried to play it cool, ignoring the amused smirk that Jungkook threw your way as he spied your face heating up. He was all too aware of your crush and would take every opportunity to make you feel awkward around Yoongi.

“Okay tell you what. If you guys ride in the back, we’ll give you guys the best room in the house. First pick and everything,” Jin negotiated, clearly annoyed at the situation and wanting to get on the road.

“Alright. One more condition though. You all are buying mine and Yoongi’s drinks for the whole trip.” You acquiesce, because to be honest the master bedroom at Jin’s cottage was the most coveted spot, usually not even up for discussion. It boasted a king bed with the softest mattress imaginable, not to mention the ensuite bathroom consisting of a jacuzzi. You were beyond excited to snag that baby to yourself for the week. Plus, with your alcohol tolerance being among the highest of the group, you were excited not to drop any money on alcohol.

With hums and cheers of agreement, the party started moving along. You climbed in Jin’s trunk first, opting to face Yoongi rather than spoon him awkwardly. He climbed in with much less resistance than you, curling up as far as he could. Space, however, was smaller than you had anticipated and in this position, even though you both crossed your arms, your knees and arm were touching. You were happy when Namjoon abruptly shut the top, engulfing you both in darkness since it hid how red your face had become at the proximity. Your skin felt like it was on fire where it touched his, your heart speeding. You wondered if he could hear it and if it was healthy if it kept this pace for the next two hours.

Surprisingly you could barely hear what was happening in the car, voices coming through in muffled and music barely audible, drowned by the hum of the engine that roared through as the car started moving, slowly jostling you.

“You okay?” Yoongi asked tentatively after a few minutes. “You seemed a bit nervous about getting in.”

“Yeah, it’s just a little claustrophobic.” You weren’t lying, although it felt more so because of your feelings for Yoongi. Although you routinely hang out with him and your friends, practically every day this summer, if you were really counting, you had never once hung out with him alone. Even when he requested to record your vocals for one of his songs, Namjoon had been there. Now just sitting with him alone you felt extremely awkward, unable to deal with your feelings.

“Here, let me turn my flashlight on,” he said as he dug around for his phone in his pocket, one of his calves now between yours. “I heard that light can help with that.”

You were suddenly blinded as he turned on his flashlight. As your eyes adjusted to the onslaught of photons, you saw Yoongi’s face, much closer than you had thought it’d be. Although you had found him attractive since the first time you met him, you had never seen him this close. His cheeks were squished by his shoulder, his long black bangs swept haphazardly across his forehead as his lips pursed in a little pout. You didn’t think you could find him more attractive but he took your breath away. You don’t know how long you just stared at him but your trance was broken as you saw his lips move, registering what he was saying far more slowly than usual.

“I’m sorry you’re in here with me. I’m not the best company, I know.” He averted his gaze opting to look above him.

“What? Why would you say that?”

“I don't know. You wanted to be in here with Jungkook. I understand though, he’s much nicer than I am.” Your heart fell at that. You didn’t think he would be bothered by your insistence to be with Jungkook and you were starting to feel guilty.

“I only said that because I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“You don’t have to say that. It’s fine I get it. You don’t really like me.” He looked into your eyes, trying to search for any dishonesty.

“Of course I like you. What?”

“Oh? It’s just that you never talk to me.” Oh if only he knew the reason why you never talked to him was that you were scared you were going to stumble over your words and make a fool out of yourself.

“I… You never talk to me either!” You tried to move further away from him so he couldn’t make out the flush that was creeping up with your neck, finding you had nowhere else to move to. 

“I always try to talk to you. You either answer in one word or just walk away.” Yoongi didn’t know why he was being so insistent but he needed to know. He had found you interesting the moment he met you. Every joke you made had made him laugh and he would be lying if he didn’t listen to the vocals you recorded for him almost daily. “It’s okay… I’m sorry. You just make me nervous.”

“Me? I make you nervous?” You tried to control the giggle that arose at his comment but were unsuccessful. Why would you make Yoongi of all people nervous? 

“You’re intimidating!” He laughed, smiling at you.

“Sure… Whatever you say Yoongi.”

Soon your conversation moved to a comfortable one, sharing anecdotes about your friends and laughing over their antics. You hadn’t realized how easy it would be to talk to him once you were over your nerves. You hadn’t even thought about the constant voice in your head that made you spaz every time you saw him. However, that was short-lived as suddenly, you were thrown into the darkness, the light from Yoongi’s phone cutting off.

“Ah. Sorry. I think my phone’s dead.” He reaches between you to tap his phone to no avail, his fingertips lightly brushing your skin, making your skin tingle and reminding you again why you were nervous.

“It’s okay.” You don’t know why you whispered, but somehow the dark changed the entire atmosphere - your nerves kicking into high gear again. You could feel the hum of the car, each little bump on the road overtly noticeable. If you didn’t know any better you’d say you could feel his breath on your face. Yoongi felt it too -  the comfort dissipating into tension, making his heart beat faster.

“Careful!” He hisses as the car hits an exceptionally big bump, his hand instinctively reaching out to hold your head to ensure you don’t hit it at the back, while his other goes to your waist to pull you closer. In the cramped space, there was nowhere to go and you could feel your skin heating up where he touched you, sending sparks down your spine.

The air seemed to have thickened between you - the jokes of earlier fading away to make room for whatever this tension was as your heart pounded in your chest, his breath now definitely on your face. Suddenly there’s another bump, and Yoongi takes the opportunity to pull you closer, his jean-clad leg moving further between your bare ones. You suddenly realize how close this leg is to your core, and a slight whimper escapes your lips. His eyes go wide. There’s no way that sound was for him, was it? Regardless of all the times he had dreamt of having you in his arms, surely his mind was playing tricks on him. There was no way you were actually into him like he was into you.

“Y/N…” he says softly as he tries to unsuccessfully make out your eyes in the dark. You feel your face flush as you realize that you didn’t imagine the whimper, you actually made that noise, out loud. Panicking you rack your brain for an excuse, but all you can do is say his name, speaking it breathlessly into the small space.

He feels his heart accelerate when he hears his name from your lips. If he didn’t know any better he would think it almost sounded like a plea. It’s taking all his willpower not to crash his lips against yours, to hear more of your whimpers. Before he can get too lost in his thoughts another bump on the road sends you forward, your hands fisting in his shirt, faces only a hair length apart.

You don’t know who leaned in first but soon your lips are against each other. He feels your soft lips on him and it’s like he’s in a trance. The dark seems to have heightened his senses and it's like he can feel every single movement tenfold. You move your hands from his shirt to the nape of his neck, wanting him closer and it seems that he wants the same as his hand moves from your waist to your hips, pulling you closer.

You feel his tongue on your lips and you oblige, feeling sparks of electricity flow through you as you taste him. He tastes like mint and coffee, a combination that you would have found abhorrent except right now it felt like the sweetest nectar. The kiss is desperate like if you stopped the other would disappear, and it leaves you panting. 

In between kisses, Yoongi grabs your ass, groping it and making you moan in his mouth. A smile makes its way across his face as he relishes your sounds. He can’t believe this is happening. He kisses down your jaw to your neck, wanting to taste every bit of you.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since I first saw you.” You pant in between moans as he sucks on the sensitive juncture where your neck meets your shoulders, the dark igniting a boldness in you. Hearing you say that makes him stop. He wishes he could see your face to see if you were joking, but before he can get too much in his head, he hears you whine his name.

“Me too. Fuck.” He says as he continues kissing your neck as he starts moving your hips, making you grind against him. Even through layers of clothing the friction from his thigh on your clit is palpable, making your breath hitch, your hand holding on to his sleeve at the shoulder. “Is this okay?” 

You can only moan in response as he abandons your hips now that you found a rhythm and moves his hand up towards your chest, moving it under the hem of your shirt. Your skin is deliciously soft as he strokes your stomach gently before he moves to your back in search of a clasp, only to find none. You weren’t wearing a bra and that only made him harder as he cupped your chest, feeling your nipples under his thumb as he grazed over them. The sensation was unbelievable, making you soak your panties, it was like his hands were barely there, making you arch your back, chasing his touch. You could feel your orgasm building as you felt the tension in your stomach build. He had barely even touched you and you felt like you were going to lose your mind. Each sensation felt new. You finally understood what Madonna was talking about in that song.

You pulled his face close to you mewling a “please” against his lips as you crashed your lips against them. You melt into him, the passionate kiss igniting more pleasure in both of you.

“Are you going to cum baby?” He asks, his breath mingling with your pants, the nickname warming your heart, as he pulls your head back gently by your hair, giving him more access to your neck, sucking and kissing, driving you closer to the edge. “Go ahead. Cum on my leg baby.”

The pressure inside you grows as you grind faster, the friction against your clit simultaneously too much and too little. He finally increases the pressure on your nipples, rolling them between his fingers as he ravishes your mouth with a deep kiss, making you come undone. Your legs shake, your hands grabbing at his shirt and hair, walls clenching around nothing as you cum. 

“Fuck. Yoongi” you whine as you come down from your high, his lips still on your neck, your panties sticking to you.

“God. You’re so hot.” Your moans are still ricocheting through his mind as he takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers and kissing the top of it. Even though he didn’t get any relief and his boner still painfully lies against his tight jeans, he doesn’t mind, enjoying your scent as he nuzzles your neck.

“Yoongi, I have to tell you something.” He wishes he could see you. The way you began your sentence makes his heart ache in anticipation as you pause longer. “I like you.”

“I’m glad you don’t kiss people you hate like this.” Yoongi is elated, pulling you in for another kiss, different this time. It’s gentle and he wants to put all the emotions he’s been feeling in it. He wants to show you he likes you just the same, if not more. You pull him closer as you return the kiss, mirroring his tenderness.

“No, I mean I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.” It makes his heart race. He can’t believe how lucky he is.

“I’ve been dreaming about you since I met you, do you think I’m going to let you go now?” He chuckles as he kisses your forehead and here cramped in the back of Jin’s car you think you’ve found heaven. “We should really thank Jin and his obsession with steaks, eh?”

You laugh as you feel the car come to a stop, giddy with endorphins, your four-month crush finally coming to fruition. The sunlight is bright when the guys open the trunk, blinding you momentarily before your eyes focus to see Yoongi smile at you, wide with his gums on display. It makes you giggle like a lovestruck teenager when he tucks your hair behind your ear. To Yoongi at that moment, you’re the most beautiful person he’s met. He climbs out of the car, helping you out as well.

“What the fuck? Did you guys make out in the back of my car?” Jin yells as he looks at the two of you and both of you go red at being caught.

“Umm… no. Why would you say that?” You avert your gaze from the broad-shouldered man bashfully as he looks at the two of you wide-eyed.

“Noona, hyung has your lipstick all over his face.” Jungkook supplies, a cocky smirk on his face, and that’s when you register Yoongi’s lips and jaw painted your signature red, making you laugh uncontrollably.

“Whatever. It looks good on me.” Yoongi says with a drawl and an eye roll as he holds your hand in his. “Let’s just go to the cottage, okay?”

He leads the group, your fingers intertwined. That week you make sure to take advantage of the room you both won. The jacuzzi does wonders to heal your soreness from your adventures in the king-sized bed, much to the chagrin of Hoseok who had the unfortunate luck of sleeping in the room next door.

[hailing-stars]

@febuwhump day 16: broken bones

such a softie 

summary

“Told you it was disgusting,” says Tony, as Peter pulls the metal bar and flushes the toilet.

“Shut up,” says Peter. His voice was so weak and miserable, Tony felt a stab of guilt.

“Feeling better?” he asks. He reaches out, and covers his forehead with his hand. “You feel a little warm.”

“I’m fine,” says Peter. “Let’s go back and watch the film.”

“Kid,” says Tony. “You’re clearly sick. We’ll go home, and you can rest, and we’ll come back when you’re better. It isn’t like we have to see this one tonight.”

OR

Peter develops a sickness at the movies, and Tony attempts to make him feel better.

“Parker,” says Tony.

They’re standing outside of the movie theater, their planned meeting destination, and Tony doesn’t think he can make it through the double doors without asking about what’s hanging on the boy’s arm.

“Please explain that hideous purse.”

“Oh,” says Peter. He tugs on the strap. “It’s May’s movie purse.”

It’s said with a tone that implies Tony should’ve already known this information, and as if that one, short sentence is enough to properly explain why the hell Peter has it and why it’s so ugly.

“And you’ve brought it out into the light of day because…”

“Because,” stresses Peter, “it’s tradition. It might not be fashionable, but it’s absolutely the best purse to sneak snacks into the theater. It’s got so many pockets!”

“You brought that to carry snacks?” asks Tony, unimpressed. “You realize they have a concession stand, right?”

“You’re rich so you don’t understand,” Peter tells him. “You gotta sneak snacks from the dollar store, Mr. Stark, or you’ll pay seven dollars just for a coke.”

“Uh huh,” says Tony. He slings an arm around Peter, and together, they start towards the entrance. “And since, as you so wisely just pointed out, I’m a literal billionaire, you didn’t stop to think I’d buy the snacks?”

“It’s the principle. Five dollars for a box of Sour Patch Kids is robbery.”

Tony laughs as they step inside the building. They purchase their tickets, have them checked at the end of the roped line, and step into the open area. The (apparently) evil concession stand is in front of them. Tony starts in that direction when Peter grips his arm to stop him.

“It’s my money, Pete -”

“Wait,” says Peter. The boy closes his eyes, and Tony sighes. He recognizes that goofy expression. He knows he’s about to get some kind of melodramatic speech. “Do you smell that?”

Tony humors him, and inhales the aroma of buttery popcorn. “Yep. That’d be the popcorn you refuse to let me buy.”

“Not just popcorn,” says Peter. “It’s the movie magic smell.”

“Christ,” says Tony. “I wish May would’ve told me you transformed into a strange little gremlin once you walked through the theater doors.”

Tony continues towards the concession stand, where Peter manages to violate his principles and uses Tony’s credit card to buy a large popcorn, a large Cherry Coke, assorted candy boxes, a package of chocolate chip cookies and a soft pretzel with a cup of cheese sauce.

He proves his original point quite well, when, between the two of them, they order enough food to charge over a hundred dollars to his card.

They haul all the food to their seats, and Tony thinks maybe they should’ve paid for an extra seat just for all the kid’s snacks. It’s a ridiculously large amount of food. If it were anyone else but Peter, Tony would’ve doubted they’d eat it all.

Peter Parker is a garbage disposal that never gets full. He’s devoured the pretzel and starts tearing open the package of cookies before the previews even begin.

Out of the corner of Tony’s eye, he watches as the kid does the most reprehensible thing he’s ever seen. He dunks the chocolate chip cookie in the cheese sauce and eats it.

Tony releases a long sigh. “Kid, that is literally one of the most disgusting things I’ve seen you do. Please do not -”

“-You wanna try it, Mr. Stark?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Seems boring, but okay.”

“If I were boring,” says Tony, “I wouldn’t be chaperoning you to this R rated film.”

Peter rolls his eyes. “Like I don’t have a fake ID.”

“Excuse me what?”

“I said good,” says Peter. “Because I don’t have a fake ID, so thank you.”

“Uh huh,” says Tony, just as the lights begin to dim and the previews start to plan, temporarily saving Peter from an interrogation Tony schedules for later.

Parenting is rough, and teenagers are like a different species of human altogether. He’s dreading Morgan’s teenage years, but at least he’s got Peter to prepare him for it, to give him a trial run.

*

The previews end, and something’s glitching out the kid.

He’s gripping the armrests tight. He’s grimacing, and for a few seconds, Tony’s convinced Peter is holding his breath. He’s just about to ask him if he’s alright when Peter stands, and bolts, fleeing the auditorium with that ugly purse strapped on his shoulder.

Tony pauses, waits a few seconds, before deciding he’d better follow him and make sure everything’s okay.

He finds Peter in the bathroom, with his knees on the floor and his head over the toilet, puking his guts out.  

“Told you it was disgusting,” says Tony, as Peter pulls the metal bar and flushes the toilet.

“Shut up,” says Peter. His voice was so weak and miserable, Tony felt a stab of guilt.

“Feeling better?” he asks. He reaches out, and covers his forehead with his hand. “You feel a little warm.”

“I’m fine,” says Peter. “Let’s go back and watch the film.”

“Kid,” says Tony. “You’re clearly sick. We’ll go home, and you can rest, and we’ll come back when you’re better. It isn’t like we have to see this one tonight.”

“Maybe it is,” says Peter. He wobbles, and has to lean against the slimy, gross bathroom wall to steady himself. “This might be our last chance! There could be a pandemic that shuts down everything and threatens to topple the theater industry forever.”

“Pete that’s not going to happen, not even in our universe,” says Tony. “You watch too many science fiction films.” He pulls Peter away from the wall and leads him out of the bathroom. “Besides, we’ve got Bruce Banner. No pandemic would stand a chance, and it’s about time he start putting those seven PHDs to use.”

“Fine,” says Peter. “But we’re coming back to the theater as soon as I stop puking my guts out.”

“Deal.”

*

They spend the night in the bathroom.

Peter throws up so much Tony starts to worry, though there’s not much he can do except look on in pity and offer the occasional back rub of support.

After Peter finishes a brutal episode of puking, he flushes the toilet and wipes his face with a strip of toilet paper.

“I think I broke a rib that time,” he mutters.

“If you broke bones puking, that’d truly be a record, kid.”

“Might as well get something from this misery,” he tells him.

Peter looks at him with glossy eyes and a face pale with sickness and with sweat. He appears much younger right then, as if Tony’s peering into the past, and Peter’s pain hits him much harder in that moment.

Tony’s struck with this strange urge to make the whole world right just for him. He considers going backwards in time again, only this time just a few hours back, just to slap that damned cookie and cheese sauce from the kid’s hand.

“I’m sorry you got so sick, bud.”

“That’s okay,” says Peter. “I think I’m done puking… at least I hope. Just wanna lay down.”

“How about this,” says Tony. “We’ll get you in your bed, all nice and cozy, and I’ll bring you some Gatorade and some crackers, annnddd a trash can. Just in case.”

“Sounds good,” says Peter, and he tries to smile, but it gets twisted into a grimace.

Tony helps Peter to his bed, and tucks him in. He brings him the things he thinks will make him feel better, but somehow, it doesn’t seem like enough, and Tony’s still pondering a way to make things right for him, even after the boy’s eyes close and he drifts off to sleep.

Finally, he thinks of something that still isn’t enough, but will at least put a proper smile on the kid’s face.

*

Tony finishes setting up the screen along the wall opposite of the bed just as Peter nods awake. He sits up slowly, and rubs his eyes.

“Mr. Stark,” he says. “What’s that?”

“The theater,” says Tony. “I’ve brought it to your bedroom.”

Peter laughs. “You’re such a softie.”

“Shut your mouth or I won’t tell you the best part.”

It’s the first time in Peter’s life he manages to be quiet. Tony switches on the projector, and the opening credits play for the movie they had been trying to watch before the Cheese Cookie Illness had taken control of their evening.

“No way!!” says Peter.

“I know it isn’t the same -”

“-are you kidding?” asks Peter, his face lit with a grin. “This is so awesome!”

Tony’s chest flutters with something like pride. It’s a good, warming feeling, to see the strange gremlin Peter return, and maybe the best part, Tony doesn’t even need a time machine to achieve it.

[thelarryficrecplace]

Larry Fics Masterpost - Christmas Edition 2019

Merry Christmas people!! It’s this time of the year again! Following my previous masterpost, I’ve decided to make an updated one!

Here’s some more of my absolutely favourite Christmas fics:

Home for the Holly Days by LadyLondonderry:

Summary: Or, Louis’s participating in the Secret Santa exchange between all the Hogwarts professors stuck at school over the winter holidays, and the Sorting Hat may fancy itself a bit of a matchmaker.

Word count: 2,421

Do Not Falter (There's a Star Ahead) by LadyLondonderry:

Summary: It's Christmas Eve, and every single one of Louis' family members are crowded inside his little flat. Really, what more could he ask for on his birthday?

The present he never knew he wanted - in the form of an omega from his past - might just make this his most memorable Christmas.

Word count: 2,853

You Should Be Here With Me by dimpled_halo:

Summary: Louis is finishing the last touches of his outfit when the doorbell chimes downstairs. He freezes midway through buttoning his shirt. Again, if he’d known what was going to happen today he’d have brought a better outfit, but it’s whatever. He holds his breath, hearing as the door is opened and some murmurs Louis can’t quite make out. He doesn’t miss the deep rumble of Harry’s voice. Louis may not be able to understand what is being said from up here, but that deep voice is unmistakable. It sends shivers through his body.

Louis is home for the holidays and doesn't expect his mum to invite his ex and his family over for Christmas. All the feelings he's had bottled up since breaking up with Harry before going to uni come back in full force.

Word count: 3,000

Snowdrops and Mice Pops by OhHarold:

Summary: The boys are stuck at Hogwarts over Christmas incapable of taking the Hogwarts Express back to London. A botched together friends Christmas would have to do.

Word count: 3,300

Make The Yuletide Gay by hollytabatha:

Summary: Louis has a disdain for Christmas songs and ugly Christmas sweaters, but maybe spending a night with Harry will change that for good.

Word count: 3,411

One Week, Eight Hours by daggerinrose:

Summary: or: a production assistant with no experience in front of a camera interviews a rockstar with old shoes and a distasteful attitude.

Word count: 3,560

Unto You by LadyLondonderry:

Summary: Louis is a lamplighter celebrating the saturnalia season in his own way.Harry is heavily pregnant and new in the city.The holiday of Christmas is yet to be created.

Word count: 3,671

pull your-elf together by EmmyLouWho:

Summary: Or: Santa's Winter Wonderland is a great place to fall in love.

Word count: 3,947

Santa's Lap by larryatendoftheday:

Summary: A Christmas story about unexpected gifts, featuring Harry as a mall Santa and Louis as a great big brother.

Word count: 4,227

Is that a candy cane in your pocket? by kingsofeverything (FullOnLarrie):

Summary: Louis accuses Harry of shoplifting. Harry was definitely not shoplifting.

They work it out.

Word count: 4,868

i'll be yours for christmas by rina_a:

Summary: My family invited you to join our holiday meal as an obvious setup and i’m so sorry.

Word count: 4,874

since we've no place to go (let it snow) by midnights:

Summary: ft. harry flaunting his cooking skills, crying at classic christmas movies, and a dog named george bailey.

Word count: 4,759

Set Your Heart A-Whirl by QuickedWeen:

Summary: Harry comes home for his family's big Christmas party and learns something surprising about his past.

Word count: 4,975

In this light (I fell for you) by Larryfissure:

Summary: Christmas AU where Harry is going to perform his very first concert and Louis is his mute (and very supportive) boyfriend. Also lots of kittens, bad puns and boyfriends being cute.

Word count: 5,334

Sympathy For The Devil by taggiecb:

Summary: Or the one with Santa Harry and Satan Louis and a series of misspelled letters to Santa.

Word count: 5,412

I'll Wait Up For You, Dear by dimpled_halo:

Summary: After not being able to afford to go home for the holidays, Louis is resigned to spend Christmas alone. When he stumbles upon his neighbor, Harry, he realizes he might not be so lonely after all.

Word count: 5,753

I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm by haloeverlasting:

Summary: Or, Louis' heat is out, Harry's a terrible upstairs neighbor, and an empty Christmas tree is the perfect excuse to fall in love.

Word count: 7,477

You're Never Alone with a Moon this Bright by HelloAmHere:

Summary: Louis was a monster. But sometimes, even monsters get a Christmas.

Word count: 7,619

Rated R by cherrystreet:

Summary: Louis gifts Harry with a surprise sex tape, and it accidentally makes its way into Harry's family Christmas party. Ridiculousness ensues.

Word count: 7,635

A Story For the Ages by FallingLikeThis:

Summary:  He should have known it was coming. After seven months of pretending to have a boyfriend in order to keep his mum from meddling in his love life again, he should have realized he’d have to actually introduce her to someone eventually.

Word count: 7,706

Moon Wrapped in Gold Paper by larrymylove:

Summary: The first time Louis meets Harry, several things go very wrong.

Word count: 7,932

A Christmas Wish by Snowy38:

Summary: "So when are you going to tell him?"

Louis pursed his lips at his sister, his Skype video call relaying his thoughts on that subject perfectly.

"Next question," he mused.

Lottie rolled her eyes.

"It's your birthday in four days, Louis."

"What difference does that make?" He scoffed.

She shrugged.

"You can get drunk and confess how you feel and take it back afterwards if he doesn't feel the same."

That might work if Louis wasn't in love with Harry. But Lottie didn't know that and she didn't need to find out.

"Thanks Lots," he said anyway.

"Seriously Lou what's stopping you?"

Louis sighed.

"Fear mostly."

Word count: 8,780

Meet Me Underneath The Mistletoe by 4ureyesonly28:

Summary: Louis flies out to Chicago for business just before Christmas... His flight home is cancelled because of a snow storm and he ends up going to his colleague Niall's Christmas party where he meets the most gorgeous man he's ever seen. And if they end up under the mistletoe within less than an hour then that's nobody's business but theirs.

Word count: 8,831

There's really nothing better (than a beautiful boy in an ugly Christmas sweater) by we_are_the_same:

Summary: In the weeks leading up to Christmas, Louis takes on a few more shifts at his part time job to be able to buy Christmas presents for his family and friends. In comes Harry, who might be everything Louis had never asked for. Featuring ugly Christmas Sweaters, too many Christmas songs, and not enough snow.

Word count: 9,087

you've set my soul to dreaming by we_are_the_same:

Summary: Or: Thirty year old Harry Styles goes to bed single on Christmas Eve, only to wake up on Christmas morning with a husband in his bed and a son down the hall.

Word count: 9,279

Make The Yuletide Gay by flowercrownfemme:

Summary: A Christmas In Connecticut AU in which Louis is a mommy blogger, Harry is a pop star, and nobody's really what they seem. Featuring a lot of lying, tons of domesticity, some badly faked heterosexuality, and a few Christmas kisses.

Word count: 9,769

sidewalk angels echo hallelujah by nooelgallagher:

Summary: When Louis' dog goes missing 7 days before Christmas, he doesn't have much hope for a Christmas reunion. But miracles come in all shapes and sizes, and Harry just might take the form of his.

Word count: 9,978

Brighten My Northern Sky by twoshipstiedup:

Summary: Harry, Louis, a phone number and fate

Word count: 10,030

make my wish come true by flicker_album:

Summary: Or the one where Louis starts decorating for Christmas in November and Harry indulges him.

Word count: 10,137

The Clock Strikes Christmas by jacaranda_bloom:

Summary: OR the one where Louis needs someone to love, Harry needs a miracle, and sometimes, wishes really do come true.

Word count: 10,498

Candy Cane Eyes by larryent:

Summary: It’s the Christmas season in New York City. There are far too many mistletoes hanging in Harry's apartment building and there is a pair of mischievous candy cane blue eyes who is responsible.

Word count: 10,703

and marshmallows by BriaMaria:

Summary: The one where Harry has a personal attachment to Louis' house, and Louis can't stop picturing the beautiful stranger dancing in his kitchen.

Word count: 10,729

Take Your Time by Layne Faire (HisDarlin):

Summary: When Harry finds himself in the middle of a messy break-up with no place to live, Louis offers a spare room in his flat. Unbeknownst to Harry, Louis has been infatuated for years. Over the objections of their friends, who know the truth, Harry accepts. Can Louis survive Harry moving into his home…and closer to his heart? Will Harry see what's right in front of him?

Word count: 11,556

Maybe I'm Crazy To Suppose by twoshipstiedup:

Summary: A breakup before Christmas sends Harry back to a place he'd been avoiding for years.

One night with a stranger makes him want to stay.

Word count: 12,665

If the Fates Allow by afirethatcannotdie:

Summary: Louis yells at a stranger in a shop and a few days later, needs his help. Desperately. Then he discovers he’s kind of in love with him.

Word count: 13,039

The Christmas Lift by homosociallyyours:

Summary: Louis lies about having a boyfriend to avoid being set up on a blind date by an overzealous co-worker, but now he's in desperate need of a fake boyfriend for his office holiday party. He’s complaining about it on the phone to Liam when Harry, his unknown but hot neighbor, overhears him in the lift and offers to help.

It doesn't take long for Louis to realize he wishes things weren't quite so fake, but he's afraid it'll take a Christmas miracle to make anything happen.

Word count: 13,150

Christmas, Baby by nikogda:

Summary: Or, The one where the exact thing that Harry thinks is derailing his life plan might be exactly what he needs.

Word count: 13,191

Wrap me up in your Love by wickedarcher_08:

Summary: Or the one where Louis is pregnant and keeps getting interrupted in the most obscure ways every time he tries to tell Harry.

Word count: 13,223

to the light by fondleeds:

Summary: AU. Harry is a mermaid lost at sea and Louis is a boy determined to make his first Christmas a memorable one.

Word count: 13,304

Moments Stay When People Leave... by lovelarry10:

Summary: Harry gets lost in the memories of the best relationship he'd ever had, and then threw away, breaking two hearts. He makes a decision just before Christmas, and can only hope Louis feels the same...

Word count: 13,855

All I Want Is You (This Christmas) by Dont_Stop_Larry:

Summary: Harry broke up with Louis early in 2014. Louis is trying to figure out life without Harry. Being stuck together on a Christmas vacation might just mend everything.

Word count: 14,019

Come What May by sincewewereeighteen:

Summary: The one in which Harry and Louis have been separated for almost a year, but their kids ask Santa to bring them together again.

Word count: 14,049

Made From Love by lovelarry10:

Summary: It's almost Christmas, and amongst the preparations, Louis' realised something about his husband Harry.

Harry, however, seems to be oblivious.

Louis' determined to open Harry's eyes and make him realise the real magic that's happening this Christmas...

Word count: 14,690

This Winter's Day by QuickedWeen :

Summary: Louis is Harry's stablemaster, and when he falls ill and his mother turns to Harry to help her try and find someone he can settle down with, it's only natural that Harry suggests himself.

Word count: 14,871

The Lights Will Guide You Home by Dont_Stop_Larry:

Summary: The one where two oblivious men haven’t quite figured it out yet - but it may be too late for them.

Word count: 16,916

Christmas at the Holly Lodge by lululawrence:

Summary: Or the one where Louis is the owner of the Holly Lodge, Harry is an investment advisor, and maybe Christmas miracles really do exist.

Word count: 17,387

Make You Feel My Love by rainbowslovehl (Larrymateforlife):

Summary: Harry decides the best way to go about telling his best friend that he's in love with him is to catch him under a conveniently placed mistletoe but that's not what happens.

Word count: 17,442

My Only Wish by rainbowslovehl (Larrymateforlife):

Summary: Or an Secret Santa AU where Louis doesn’t know how it works and keeps giving Harry gifts and being not so obvious about his flirting.

Word count: 17,918

An Aurora Grove Christmas by dandelionfairies:

Summary: Harry gets lost on his way to St. Louis. The roads are horrid because of the snow and he ends up spinning into a ditch. Lucky for him, he finds a cabin nearby, as well as a cute blue-eyed man who immediately helps him. Unfortunately, his car is stuck for the night, but at least he has a place to stay with Louis. With the snow continuing to fall and another storm front coming through, will he ever make it out of Aurora Grove? Does he even want to?

Word count: 17,930

Holiday Greetings (And Gay Happy Meetings) by 2tiedships2:

Summary: Or the one where Niall's dead car and and a foot of snow conspire to force Louis into spending time with an alpha he hates.... or does he?

Word count: 18,474

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This Winter Dream by hopeneverdies:

Summary: Louis Tomlinson is on his way home from New York City to spend Christmas with his family, but his trip is temporarily halted when his car breaks down in a small town upstate. A lonely barista, named Harry, offers him a place to stay for the night. It doesn't take long before Louis wants to offer something to Harry in return.

Word count: 19,065

Reindeer Games by Throwthemflowers:

Summary: Louis is a disgruntled elf and Harry is one of Santa’s reindeer. Featuring classic miscommunication, heaps of unrequited pining, gratuitous smut (with a bit of, shall we say, horseplay), a pinch of NYC holiday magic, and a sickening amount of Christmas Spirit.

Word count: 19,639

Six Weeks by LadyLondonderry:

Summary: When Harry takes the afternoon shift at the cafe, he meets a boy who drinks a lot of tea and never remembers his umbrella.

Word count: 20,023

All I Want For Christmas (Is Lou) by wickedarcher_08:

Summary: Or the one where Harry and Louis are each others Secret Santa

Word count: 20,550

So Put Your Hands In (The Holes of My Sweater) by Kat_rawr:

Summary: Harry and Louis go on a lot of not-dates.

Word count: 21,355

Better Not Pout, I'm Telling You Why by runaway_train:

Summary: The one where Harry still believes in Santa Claus and Louis doesn't want to be the one to burst his bubble.

Word count: 24,545

Lovin' you is a gift by messofgorgeouschaos:

Summary: With his 28th birthday approaching, Louis was looking forward to celebrating in New York City with an all-expenses paid trip. He just didn't expect to spend it with an escort when he suddenly finds himself single a few days before it. A Pretty Woman AU.

Word count: 25,462

Waited All Year To Be Near by lovelarry10:

Summary: Harry’s preparing for the holidays at home with his four children while Louis is deployed. All he wants is his husband home for Christmas. But Louis’ half a world away...

Word count: 27,399

Let It Snow by crescentmoonshine:

Summary: Four years, four disastrous Christmas parties, four disastrous attempts to get it right.

Word count: 27,858

Like Candy In My Veins by littlelouishiccups:

Summary: Basically the A/B/O, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, Christmas AU that nobody asked for.

Word count: 31,880

From the Start by Anonymous:

Summary: Louis has no idea that one act of kindness will cause his life to spiral out of control. But that's what happens when his new friend fake proposes to him and a video of it goes viral.

Word count: 32,185

Frosted Kisses by bromanceorromance:

Summary: Harry and Niall run a bakery called Sweet Cheeks. Louis is in line to become the next Santa Claus, but his best friend, Zayn, is the only one that knows. Louis wants Harry as soon as he sees him, but he's not ready to interrupt Harry's life with the "I'm the next Santa" news until it's almost too late.

Word count: 34,135

Latching Onto You by reminiscingintherain:

Summary: Or, the one where Louis wants to book Harry Styles to perform at his best friends' wedding.

Word count: 34,313

Find You Home by kingsofeverything (FullOnLarrie):

Summary: When Louis lies to his family and says he’ll bring his new boyfriend home for Christmas, his best friend and roommate Harry agrees to play the part. It’s that, or be left alone over the holidays.

What will happen? No one knows! Perhaps Santa will swoop in with a Christmas miracle.

Featuring lovesick idiots, kissing and cuddling, pies and Christmas clichés.

Word count: 35,388

Feels Like Christmas by lovelarry10:

Summary: Harry Styles has always loved Christmas - it’s his favourite holiday, but there’s always been something missing.

Louis Tomlinson has been running from his pain, and is determined to ignore the holidays once more, choosing to spend them in solitude.

When they meet - entirely by chance - it could be just what they both need this Christmas...

Word count: 49,630

the impossible now by stylinsoncity:

Summary: A wish on Christmas Eve sends Louis to an alternate dimension where Harry is a member of One Direction.

Word count: 64,839

[jacespunkdad]

so i’m rereading hunger games as i’ve mentioned before and here’s a compiled list of little details that i think should be included if they remake it into a series or something

honestly the movies were really great and naturally there’s stuff that needs to be cut for it to fit in a 2 hour window but...if there was more time...here’s what i want 

- first of all it needs to be rated higher (r or ma). the punch of these books have did not hit as hard in the movies because the violence had to be toned down. and to be fair i wouldn’t have been allowed to see them if they were rated r in 2012 HOWEVER. i think it’s necessary

- casting should actually fit the ages of the characters i know there’s laws for working with actors underage but having the leads be in their 20s literally defeated the whole point lmao

- also katniss and gale aren’t white and neither is haymitch i don’t think actually so can we fix that. love the original actors to death they did a great job but i think actors with olive skin and gray eyes will do just as good a job

- we need madge. she is an icon and deserves respect

- we need avoxes!! they technically were in the movies but they were mentioned once and then they were always just vibing in the background. we need to have the redheaded avox and there should be a flashback scene where you see katniss and gale witnessing her get caught in the woods (i forget her name atm)

- katniss’s mom’s battle with depression, let’s talk about it! barely mentioned in the movies

- also katniss’s dad! they literally showed a picture of him once in the first movie and never talked about him ever again which is not fair because he seemed like a very lovely man. i want to see clips of him singing and teaching young katniss how to hunt! justice for mr everdeen rip king

- katniss thinks about her and gale’s adventures in the woods (TM) during the games and i wanna see some of them on screen. mainly the one where they buy lady i love that one

- on the subject of parents more of peeta’s dad! idgaf about his abusive mom i know she’s technically more important to the immediate story but if she gets a scene he deserves one too. peeta definitely gets all his good genes from him

- cinna is clearly a gay icon and he needs to have a boyfriend. give him a bf

- portia has the EXACT SAME ENERGY. give her a gf. also can portia have lines please in the movies she was just. there

- more of katniss’s prep team!!! would honestly die for them. they should’ve had more than 3 scenes they provide perfect comedy relief

- katniss and peeta constantly having matching outfits during the prep for the first games another great comedic moment

- peeta’s prosthetic leg! representation matters

- also district 4 tributes should’ve been hanging out with cato and co. everyone forgets district 4 is a career district (and that finnick was a career) all the time and it makes me upset

- and prim was just? at school. while her sister is fighting to death. i want a scene where they flash to her sitting in a god damn cafeteria watching the games like WHAT 

- gale’s family!! 

- the movie did a good job showing the ptsd but they can do more showing peeta and haymitch’s struggles with it besides just katniss

- district 8 was always starting shit and i think that needs to be addressed HAHA

- bonnie and twill! i genuinely thought i made them up or that they were from a different series until i finally got to their part

- also we just need more district 12 stuff all the district 12 action in catching fire was cut out basically

- for instance the detail that the head peacekeeper would take advantage of starving girls by essentially whoring them out to him for money or food? let’s talk about that because holy shit

- there’s so many scenes of katniss and peeta doing domestic things together without even realizing it and it makes me so happy i love them. the cheese buns! peeta drawing pictures for katniss’s family book! taking walks around town! his art! 

- and i specifically want the scene where katniss comes home to the peacekeepers waiting for her and haymitch and peeta are just casually sitting in the den playing chess and effortlessly roasting her in their efforts to cover for her and also stealing her candy. love that scene so much 

- also right before that katniss legit jumped out of a 25 FOOT TREE???? HELLO???? idk how they’d film that honestly but i wanna see it 

- district 12 gets so ugly and bad after thread shows up and they didn’t really show it at all i wish they had it’s so horrific to read about

- darius!! he should’ve been in the movies. the scene where he shows up as an avox fucked me up SO BAD when i was a kid

- the whole plot line about the capitol using a green screen every time they report on district 13 was so interesting and such a twist and i remember going :O when i read the first time i wish it had been included

- haymitch’s games!!! genuinely one of my favorite backstories i’ve ever read in any series ever. they need to show it especially considering that he was against 47 competitors instead of the normal 23 like that’s nuts

- katniss, peeta, and haymitch “training” for the quarter quell. i want a montage

- just cinna’s line “portia and i spent a lot of hours looking at fires.” there’s so many moments of subtle humor in the books that got taken away and i think they help balance out the story so well

i’m about halfway through catching fire so i will update with more thoughts. thank u for coming to my ted talk