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junityy · 8 months

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ʚïɞ — quality time with enhypen.

pairing. ot7 x gn!reader

genre. fluff, hcs

wc. 2.1k

note. this didnt quite turn out how i imagined but i hope you enjoy regardless <33 icb the love languages series is almost done help

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ʚɞ. lee heeseung — 이희승

(regular) date nights

every possible date night idea there is; you'll try it together. your date nights are more dear to both of you than anything else, so it makes sense that you spend time together to plan them. and although you plan them, there's also times where you two randomly decide to do something else at the last minute. and as long as you're both down, you'll randomly decide to go out together if that's what you wanna do - no matter the time. if heeseung asked you to go on a late night date at like, 3am, you would. if you both wanted to make ramen and watch something at 3am, you would (absolutely no hesitation for that one actually). even if that date is 'just' walking around town at night - you would. because no matter what you'll be doing, it will be a million times more special with him; always. but if you do plan something (and stick to it, like most times), you'll have the time of your lives. whether it be a weekly/regular (← keyword/s) visit to the cinema, going out to eat, just taking a walk around town, a picnic, as well as just going out and doing whatever is possible at the time, or simply staying in and doing something there; you could never get bored with heeseung by your side. what you especially love about your date nights is that they're always regular. you'll always do something. it feels like friday/saturday evenings are literally yours and yours only, so you always try and make the best of them. the best of them, which can also just consist of staying in and watching something together while eating ramen, like mentioned; you enjoy each other's company too much to ever get slightly bored, or feel awkward. you could literally take a random nap together, and you'd still have a good time.. or at least the best nap of your life. fact is, your silly date nights that are so dear to you, sometimes they remind you why you fell in love with heeseung - and still do.

ʚɞ. park jongseong — 박종성

cooking together

jay loves cooking for you; of course you know it, he's your personal chef. and you barely enjoy anything more than eating something he made. it's because he really loves doing it, and he takes it seriously. however, when you're in the kitchen with him, he still takes it seriously - but possibly (most definitely) loves it a tiny bit more than when he's cooking by himself. still taking it seriously, as in making somewhat sure the kitchen doesn't look like a complete disaster by the end of it. loving it a tiny bit more with you, as in he loves having you by his side - literally just you being there, anyway. but if you're by his side in the kitchen specifically, a smile on his face throughout the whole thing is absolutely guaranteed. since it can go two ways; one, he'll teach you things. of course you have quite a bit of knowledge about cooking, but not nearly as much as jay - which is why he's always happy to teach you about anything new. or two, you'll simply goof around like someone left two kids in the kitchen by accident. because, well for example, if you decide to bake something, the kitchen will look like literal hell afterwards (← this definitely hasn't happened before like a million times). but that's okay, since you're cleaning it up together later. but even if you cook something simple, you'll still manage to crack up over something together. meanwhile sometimes you'll actually be having your funniest and simultaneously dumbest conversations (that still have you invested like hell) while cooking, and you absolutely love it. while for example, you're cutting up vegetables and jay is doing something else like stirring the sauce he made, you're both still immersed in whatever conversation you're having on the side. and while you're not nearly as good of a cook as jay is, cooking together ends up being your favorite thing to do sometimes.

ʚɞ. sim jaeyun — 심쟤윤

shopping

you both share an interest in fashion, so you can't help but absolutely love shopping together. easily one of your favorite things to do together, since the two of you always take your time with it too. you'll go into every store and possibly buy a few things from each, or at least most of them; always asking for each other's opinions on clothing pieces, because you're either conflicted whether or not to buy it, or just curious about what the other one thinks. you will also, obviously, pick out stuff you think would look good on the other one or stuff you think they'd like. because oftentimes, you actually end up buying it - you just know each other too well. and god, when you try things on, you're each other's best no.1 hype people. like, you'll hype each other up like your lives depend on it, and honestly it's kinda fun. and you can bet that jake will most likely shower you with compliments about how good you look, to the point you feel a tad bit embarrassed and can feel your cheeks heat up - almost ready to hide back in the changing room. but what keeps you here as long as it does, is your (like above-mentioned) shared interest in fashion, and your similar, yet a tad bit different fashion senses - so it's only natural you spend hours shopping. but once you're done, you feel quite happy with what you got this time, now finally ready to leave. and something that's just a bonus, - but feels more like a given to jake - is that he'll carry the majority of the bags without saying a word about it.

ʚɞ. park sunghoon — 박성훈

movie nights

you realized, movie nights for you and sunghoon work way better at home. sure you like going to the cinema, but when you're there, you can't just share your every thought loudly or stop the movie to do so. but at home, that looks a little different. no matter what you're watching, you and sunghoon always have a lot to say about the characters, the plot, or random things either one of you notices in the movie. oftentimes, you will pause the movie to rant about some characters or something else, or share your theories with each other and argue about it. and honestly, it makes you laugh just how invested the two of you are in every movie - especially when it's something you chose to watch, which is the case like nine out of ten times. you have a whole list of movies you wanna watch with him, therefore you've got everything; horror, action, romance, animation, sci-fi and what not - sunghoon won't ever really say no to anything. and what's the best part about these movie nights, is that once the movie is finished, your rants are far from over. you both will review the movie together, rate it and give your thoughts on it afterwards. it's so much fun, you could honestly do it all day. sometimes, you binge a few movies in one night as well - and here too, review each one by the end of it. something you also do is binge shows together; however, you mostly do that during the day. yet, whenever you watch a show together, you go as far as still sharing your every thought and absolutely losing it when there's stuff like cliffhangers. so you'll also binge shows at times, and you love when you do so. however, your movie nights are one of your favorite things in the world; especially as they're literally neverending with the amount of movies you can always watch.

ʚɞ. kim sunoo — 김선우

testing new restaurants / cafés in town together

if a new restaurant or café opens in town, you and sunoo are most likely the first ones to go test it. it's almost like a hobby of yours, which is just so much fun every time. you especially love going to new cafés with sunoo, as you just love cafés in general. but testing out new ones with him? just too good every time. you'll eat and drink whatever you ordered like you're some serious kind of restaurant testers, like that's your job. you'll go in and sit down, immediately telling each other what you like about it at first glance and what not (if there is anything). you'll review the menu together, and continue to ramble about it while waiting for your order. you'll probably also take some pictures for memories. what you also do is keep a list of restaurants and cafés you have already tried/been to so far, just for the fun of it - and on said list, you will obviously write down your first impressions, overall thoughts and ratings too sometimes. whenever you hear that there's a new one in town, you can't help but get too excited to go there together; immediately telling the other one about it, and agreeing on a day where you'll go test it together. because even if it's on the other side of town, you will go there just to try it out together - who knows, maybe it'll become one of your new favorites, too. you'd almost consider it a date every time you're sitting in a new restaurant or café, because in a way, it sure feels like one.

ʚɞ. yang jungwon — 양정원

stargazing

the first time you told jungwon that you could possibly see some shooting stars that very night, you were hoping to go out stargazing with him for the first time. and to your luck, you did; when you told him about the shooting stars, he got so excited to go out with you. so not too long after, you made your way to the nearby park - and with some few other people there already too, you liked the overall atmosphere the second you arrived. but as soon as you laid down on the grass with jungwon, head to head and facing the clear night sky, you couldn't help but smile. you had always loved stargazing, and most definitely wanted to do it with jungwon sometime - what you didn't really expect, was how much he loved the idea of that. but even more so, how much he actually loved stargazing with you. of course the night sky with all the stars was beyond beautiful, and it was definitely a sight he could get used to. but the fact that you're by his side is probably what makes it even more special each time. from the way you talk about constellations, all the way to the other random talks you'll be having while lying on the grass - you can literally be talking about the most random things ever. possibly picking up on whatever you were talking about on the way here in the first place; it's like you always find something. but even if you just sit in silence for a while, it's more than perfect. and no matter what season, or how hot or cold it is - you two are always down to go if the sky is clear enough. you only used to be able to imagine how magical a stargazing 'date' with your loved one would be, but actually doing it with jungwon? beyond magical.

ʚɞ. nishimura riki — 西村力

taking classes together

whatever classes near you that you can sign riki and yourself up for, you'll do it. you love taking classes together; probably because you two are the people cracking up in a corner somewhere 90% of the time. you decided to sign up for some class one time, and realized it was actually pretty fun - so you decided to do it more often, even with things you've never done. meaning the random classes can be pretty much anything, as long as it is/sounds fun; dancing, cooking, painting, pottery etc etc. so literally, whatever there is. and you do take it kinda serious, in a way that you'll both be listening and actually learn something. but on the other side, you will always crack up over stupid things together. but then again, when you're not, most of the time you look at riki with your jaw dropped because no matter what class you're in, he's good at it. for example, you already knew riki could dance and paint really well, but it feels like even the person teaching the class is in awe of his talent at times - therefore even going as far as asking him about it. but also, riki will hype you up or help you when you seem to be struggling, once again leaving a part of you in awe because of how talented he is. and sometimes, a few weeks after you took the class, - say cooking or painting for example - you'll decide to do it at home again. on one hand you wanna test your skills and if you remember anything new you learned. and on the other hand, you do it just to have fun together, even outside the class that started it.

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ireneispunk · 1 year

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eddie headcannons for living in present day

a few headcannons i thought of for being eddie's partner in the present day! these are my own thoughts, if you think of any others feel free to add them to the comments!

these are writted with eddie having a femme partner, but no pronouns are used so anyone can enjoy!

content warnings: lots of fluff, no smut, semi implied though(?), occasional use of y/n

would 100% play world of warcraft, complains about how expensive it is but still never lets his subscription run out every month

would drag you into every warhammer store looking for figurines for d&d

IS a reddit user but purely for d&d map inspiration and r/babygoats

still has the exact same music taste and says “back in my day we listened to-"

also claims to hate nu metal but sneaks in an occasional deftones song

hairstyle would be really similar but probably more of a long wolf cut to modernise it

loves the cinema for new movies but pirates everything else

corroded coffin is more successful than it was in the 80s, but they’re still not ‘famous’

makes youtube videos with tutorials on how to play songs on guitar and gets 10 views per video. he still enjoys it anyway

still chooses to pick you wildflowers instead of grocery store ones because he thinks their more special (even if they’re from rich peoples lawns)

still deals but only to a select few and close friends

goes to as many metal shows as he can; whether it’s for his favourite band or an up and comer he’s never heard of

he has just 3 spotify playlists, 1 is metal and the other is more chilled out rock. the third is music he knows you likes that he’s sure to put on when you’re over (also curses out the spotify adverts but refuses to pay for it)

D&D is still one of his favourite hobbies of course. he grew up playing in the only D&D shop near hawkins called ‘the forge’ his charisma made him great friends amongst the other players there and soon enough after her had a few campaigns under his belt, it was his turn to DM

is honestly a bit of a fussy eater, but anything you order or make that he hasn’t tried yet he always asks to try and realises he likes a lot more than he thought

would have a lot more tattoos and would volunteer as a practice sheet for tattoo apprentice friends

uses incense in his room, he says it’s to mask the weed smell but you’d noticed him deeply sniffing his favourite scents in the store

likes his cheap cologne, and loves it when he smells it on you the next morning

facetiming you when he sees a cool rock/tree/dog/straycat/funny looking cloud, mainly to see your face scrunch up into a laugh at the ridiculous thing he’s called you for

uses the same password for everything

has maybe 4 additional apps on his phone to the default ones. his favourite would be locket widget so you “have to see my face no matter where you look.”

does have social media but definitely posts annually and it’s either you, corroded coffin or some swanky new dice

only follows you and matthew mercer on social media too

likes natures documentaries and sniffles a lot when the buffalo gets eaten by lions, and when the lions DONT get any buffalo to eat

loves getting you small inexpensive gifts, your favourite chocolate or drink, a little trinket for your bedside table, mostly cards with two animals in love on it

laying inbetween his legs with your back against his chest as he teaches you how to roll his cigarettes, they were terrible of course but he loved watching your brows furrowed in concerntration smacking his hand away any time he tried to help

also! would use menthol filters for his cigarettes ever since you mentioned how much you love the minty tobacco taste left on his lips, “doubles up as a breath mint too!” eddie would wink at you.

he wasn’t very good at cooking but he loved helping you and doesn’t want you to feel pressured to cook for him. takes any chance he can to make you food he knows how to make, usually toast and fruit juice in bed served with a kiss

LOVES makeup shopping with you, no matter your style of makeup alternative or not, he’s so intrigued about the different kinds and always wants to treat you. “$10 for a skinny crayon? that’s daylight robbery!”. he still begged you later that day to turn him into gene simmons

still got weird stares out in public even in our time but he thrived whenever you visited bigger cities with more diversity

playing any kind of multiplayer game together. left 4 dead 2, borderlands, halo, divinity 2; eddie didn’t care what it was as long as he could spend the time with you (as long as you promised not to tell people he married harvey playing stardew valley)

also! screaming and swearing and crying of laughter playing overcooked, resulting in lots of playful fights and kisses

watching the whole lord of the rings trilogy extended cut in one session, “ed’s it’s NINE hours, you said it was only 3 films!” you huffed looking at the box set his uncle had bought him years ago. “nine hours that will change the rest of your life y/n.” he smiled dramatically inserting the dvd. he was right of course 9 hours later there you were gripping eddies hand so hard as tears burned into the corners of your eyes. eddie spent the last 9 hours glancing between the action of the movie darting back to your face to enjoy your reaction, ‘my friends, you bow to no-one’ aaragon announced on the tv, you clenched your eyes shut as tears flooded down your cheeks and a quiet sob escaped your lips. eddie whipped his head to yours concern written all over his face, cupping your cheep with his large ringed hand. “everyone bowed for THEM, the HOBBITS eddie!” you choked as the soft violin music playinf already felt nostalgic. eddie pulled you close, nose bumping against yours and wipes away your tears with his thumb and pressing kisses to your reddened cheeks. “i told you doll, life changing” he sighed, knowing full well he could shed a tear at how involved with his favourite series you were.

if you were ever doing anything stood up eddie would always come up behind you and snake his arms around your waist and give your butt a small squeeze with both of his hands, you’d squeak in surprise every time before leaning back into eddie as he held you. you walked out of yours and eddies room one morning to see him facing away from you at the kitchen counter wearing nothing butt black boxer shorts as he poured some juice. you sneaked as best you could on your creaky floorboards before reaching each hand out onto eddies butt and give it a big squeeze. he let out a high pitch ‘EEEHH’ as you did spilling some apple juice onto the counter before looking out you with a false scowl. “only i get to do that.” he huffed pretending he didn’t enjoy it whilst he pale cheeks simultaneously tinted a shade of pink.

this! evolved into giving each other a light smack on the butt whenever you walked past each other, your hands lingered a little longer on him when he wore his jeans because wow, did he look good in them and vice versa when you wore… well pretty much anything -more often than not this leading to more heavy petting-

pda kinda guy, but more so handholding, having an arm over your shoulder, rubbing his hands up and down yours arms aimlessly, kissing you on the cheek and dramatically kissing your knuckles and bowing, making your cheeks flare up

eddie giving you driving lessons even though he’s not a great driver himself

if people don't hate this i might make a part 2 if i come up with more ideas + plus any that others suggest

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madame-fear · 1 year

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𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍! 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍 𝐗 𝐅! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 | 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

— ☆ amira speaks : ok so i had to re-write the whole thing because i had gotten too carried away ajksks anyways... would you guys want me to write a one shot about this? 👀 — summary : how you met, and how + when you started dating.

: ̗̀➛ You met Luke because you are Jace's close best friend from school, his elder brother.

: ̗̀➛ Jace invites you to study together — or simply spend time chatting — at his house quite often, and there you had a chance to meet his parents, and younger siblings. There, you met Lucerys; a cute, shy boy with the most precious, big green puppy eyes you've ever seen in your life.

: ̗̀➛ Naturally he was a bit shy around you at first, though you catched his eye — and he caught yours —, and Jace noticed that right away. Obviously he always tries to get his brother to talk to you when you visit them at their home, but Luke just shyes away like a schoolgirlie with a crush.

: ̗̀➛ But Luke isn't the only one who gets teased — you get teased by Jace as well, especially when he notices both his brother and you staring at each other and then giggling while blushing intensely.

: ̗̀➛ With the passing of time, he eventually grew to be closer to you. It took time — and a bit of Jace pushing him —, yes, but at least he managed to make some small chat without dying of nervousness — he thinks very highly of you, after all, you're quite the graceful lady in his eyes.

: ̗̀➛ Eventually, the two of you began to hang out together more often; to the point where, one day where you had gone to visit them as always, before you left their home to go back to yours, Luke asked you out for a movie date together, since there was a cinema nearby their home. All of this with the help and good advice of Jace, obviously.

: ̗̀➛He didn't even know where he had gotten from the courage to ask you out, maybe it was his brothers intense gazing from afar while he did so, but oh well! Luke is lucky and has a date with a precious angel, that is you.

: ̗̀➛ You both were a bit awkward around each other at first, but throughout the movie date, you began feeling more comfortable with each other. This included some "casual" hand holding, Luke wrapping his arm around your shoulders — a bit shyly, but relieved when you placed your head on his shoulder —, compliments, etc.

: ̗̀➛ It was a delightful evening, just like you imagined it would be. And when Jace picked you up and took you back to your home, you said goodbye to him your own little way; and that was, kissing his cheek.

: ̗̀➛ Poor loverboy was badly teased by Jace the whole way back to their home to no end, as Luke's face was even redder than a tomato. For you, you just arrived home and calles all your girlfriends to gush about how your crush was so adorable, and had taken you out on a rather delightful date.

: ̗̀➛ After that, your feelings weren't so subtle as they used to be. There was constant and notorious flirting, staring, you began walking side by side and holding hands, sweet endearing nicknames, etc — everyone could see you liked each other to no end.

: ̗̀➛ Though, Jace had to insist a bit until he reassured to his young brother that if he confessed, you'd surely return the feelings. And wholeheartedly trusting Jace, they both brainstormed together so he could take you on a date, confess, and perhaps... have your first kiss, maybe maybe maybe? 👀

: ̗̀➛ Luke finally confessed his undying love for you on your second date. He had offered himself to take you stargazing late at night together — Jace's suggestion, actually —, and maybe bring some sweets or other similar things to spend the evening, and talk together.

: ̗̀➛ He picked you up from your home — nearly dying of fluster at how mesmerising you looked — and took you to a bit of an isolated, yet pretty field with some flowers, with an excellent sight to the moon, and it's surrounding stars. You'd be snuggling to his side, with your head on his shoulder, and his arm would be around your waist; rubbing his hand up and down leisurely.

: ̗̀➛ As you two speak and laugh together while peacefully stargazing, his hand would shyly reach yours, while his hazel green eyes lovingly stare deep into yours. He can't help but think how truly beautiful you are when brightly laughing at his awfully stupid and bad jokes, and if you say something, he wouldn't even be listening — he's too dumbfounded by your grace.

: ̗̀➛ And right there, without a second thought, he'd slowly lean closer to you — while gently holding both your hands —, staring deep into your eyes, and would give you an incredibly deep, loving kiss.

: ̗̀➛ The feeling of his lips against yours were a surprise, though a very, very pleasant one. Your eyes were widen and your body became lightly stiff with shock, but soon you gave in, and rapidly returned the delicate kiss; your hand immediatly cupping one of his cheeks, and the other one going to the back of his head.

: ̗̀➛ Once you pull apart, his eyes would never leave yours, and his face is fully flustered with red. At that moment, he grew a bit afraid with the idea that, perhaps, you weren't ready for such type of relationship with him, or felt comfortable.

“I-I'm sorry, (y/n). I think I might've rushed you–” he spoke in a soft tone, quickly trying to apologise; but you cut him off as you shook your head. “What? No.” you said, cupping his cheeks. “You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this.” you whispered. Before he could say anything else, you brought his face closer to yours again, and placed a kiss on his lips. His eyes stared at you dumbfounded, and with a toothy grin. “S-So, that means we are...” he stumbled upon his words, hesitating a bit to fully form the sentence. You sighed, but a grin formed on your lips at seeing how cutely timid he was around you. “Yes, Luke. This will be the beginning of our relationship. Now, shut up and kiss me.”

: ̗̀➛ Saying he's got the goofiest, lovesick grin ever and he's head over heels for you is truly an understatement at this point.

: ̗̀➛ You two would then probably spend a bit more of time there, laying in the grass, and snuggling to his side, while he plays with some strands of your hair and kisses the top of your head. Just enjoying the warmth of each other, and of course, fangirling intensely on the inside (this goes for the two of you).

: ̗̀➛ Even if you would've stayed there cuddling together for the rest of the night, it was eventually time to go to your respective homes. It was a bit disappointing, but at the same time, you were both excited for the following moments you'd be sharing together.

: ̗̀➛ Being the sweet lil gentleman he is, he took you back to your home while you blasted to your favourite songs — with a playlist he once made especially for the two of you to listen when you spent time together —, and one of his free hands remained holding yours tenderly.

: ̗̀➛ His hand would be trembling a bit, but it's just because he's extremely happy and a bit nervous to be on a relationship for the first time. Baby steps with him, please.

: ̗̀➛ Once you finally arrive to your home, you would've been more than excited for the other special occasions with him that are yet to come. Obviously you'd cup his cheek and fill his lil precious face with tons of kisses — leaving him with a light shade of pink all over his cheeks, and a dumbfounded grin.

“Thank you for this beautiful moment, Luke. This was sweeter than I hoped for.” as you slowly pulled away from his face after kissing him all over, you took hold of the bag you carried for the date, and opened the car door. “I can't wait to spend more moments like this with my now adorably timid boyfriend.” before getting off the car, you turned to look at him with a teasing grin, noticing he was intensely flustered, and smiling ear-to-ear. “I love you, humbug. I will be waiting for more of your messages.” flashing him a wink, you leaned to peck his lips — to which, he rapidly returned happily —, and then got off the car. His hazel eyes stared at you mindlessly as you got off the car, and entered your home, as a wide grin remained on his lips. His heart fluttered intensely, like it had never done before for someone.

: ̗̀➛ Oh, how mesmerised he is for you. Luke can't wait until he gets home to tell Jace all about it, and ask him for more date ideas, and advice with girls.

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adastrael · 1 year

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Cod: mw ii characters and things they collect (pt.1)

Character(s): john "soap" mactavish, simon "ghost" riley, kyle "gaz" garrick, john price, kate laswell

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: mentions of lost teammates

A/N: here's a new series I just couldn't wait to post! Feel free to share your thoughts about it, I would be very happy to talk about the topic even more!

John "Soap" MacTavish

Often, Soap needs something in his hands to tinker with, be it equipment he has on person or something he's snatched during the day. One thing he rarely forgets to wear is a hair tie on his left wrist — so it doesn't get in the way since he is right handed — that he can easily fidget with without drawing too much attention to himself. He tends to take rubber bands he spots for most of the same reason, but also partly because they can be used out in the field too. You never know why and when you might need them, and Soap has a reputation for creating working explosives from the most unrelated objects.

One of the habits he started when he was younger was collecting bottle caps. This is something that stuck with him throughout the years and since it's not harmful in any way, he never really considered stopping. The team often visit pubs and similar places after missions to loosen up or drown their thoughts, and it's not unheard of that Soap keeps some of the caps, taking them home with him. He only ever does this with unique or interesting ones; if they are dull and just like the other ones, he doesn't even consider pocketing them. They aren't significant enough to be displayed or anything such, but he likes to occasionally rummage through the container he puts them in and see what kinds he has. Often, certain ones can remind him of very specific memories, which are fortunately rarely bittersweet or downright bad. Soap keeps the container at base in his quarters — the old ones are back at home of course — since the collection is basically evergrowing.

Back at home, there is a box hidden in his room with an array of concert tickets and wristbands he kept throughout the years. When he was young, he went to a lot of concerts with one company or another, and it was always a habit of his to keep the things that served as an allowance as a good reminder. The tickets used to be pinned to a board on his wall that was facing his bed as a kid, but it wasn't long before he grew up and wanted to join the military. Hence, the board came down, and they were safely tucked into a box along with some other trinkets he had laying around. He pays attention to keep good care of them, although they're not something he looks at constantly or keeps track of (especially since he doesn't have access to them most of the time).

Quite similarly, there are a pack of movie tickets held together with a paperclip stacked into his bedside drawer at home. He liked to visit the cinema often with friends or family both, and it was nice keeping reminders of all the movies he has seen and liked. Sure, there were some that he didn't enjoy all that much, but he still kept the tickets out of habit and by the logic that there was nothing to lose by not throwing them away. Connected to the movies, Soap still has a few posters put away somewhere, although most of them were not even his to begin with. His siblings were always more interested in them than he was, but when there was one he really liked, they were usually understanding and lended some of the posters to him to put up in his room.

Something that's partly because of his enthusiasm for explosions, partly because he likes to fidget with them and the noise they make, is the liking he's taken for the lighters he has in his possession. The interesting thing is, none of them are ever simple and boring; some of them have jokes on them, others are see-through, and most have some kind of pattern on the outside. This is something Ghost has also joined in unintentionally later on, but that's hardly his fault really — it is, but it's not a bad thing so nobody minds.

Possibly, I could also imagine him as someone who collects gum wrappers and little charms, maybe even keychains that make a specific noise. In my mind he has raging ADHD even when he's on his prescribed medication, so there is always something in his hands to absently play with. Also you can't tell me this man wouldn't take those little umbrellas from drinks at bars.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ghost isn't one to collect things. He doesn't have many personal belongings, a book or old trinket here and there, and he doesn't really see the appeal in such things. Yet, there is no denying how many lighters he has stacked in his bedside drawer at base. It started as a joke really, with Soap gifting him one with a corny joke on the side, swearing Ghost's humor was just the same and he had to buy it for him. From then on, the others also went out their way to find him different lighters they thought he would like, and he didn't stop them. He knows he will never need that many in his life, one works for a month at least, but it feels nice to be remembered by his teammates — although he will never admit that out loud to them.

One thing he does collect though is knives. It's no secret how much Ghost loves weapons with blades, and if you start snooping in his room enough, you will find a whole arsenal carefully tucked away between some gear. Often, cleaning his equipment and keeping everything sharp and ready helps to take his mind off things, especially after missions, so Ghost doesn't see a problem with owning a little more above the amount that's considered normal. They are his favorite weapons to use in combat anyways, and they are much easier to hide and take with him than guns. Besides, it never hurts to be prepared for anything.

In the past, Ghost used to collect different posters as a kid. Movie, music it didn't really matter, he enjoyed putting them up, or just looking through them occasionally. That didn't last long for obvious reasons, but it still lives in the back of his mind as a somewhat pleasant memory.

Of course, we can't forget about the masks either. Obviously they are comfort items — well, most of them — and there are a few he only wears when he has to leave the safety of his apartment during assigned leaves. There are some of them nobody has ever seen (and probably never will), while there are others that the team even shared before (like during the Ghost Team mission). Despite all that, he actually doesn't own a lot of masks, but still more than someone would call a regular amount.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Back in high school, Gaz was what you might consider a theater kid. He wasn't the typical definition of the phrase really; he wasn't in the theater club and didn't take up the acting course at school, and he didn't exactly advertise his love for musicals and acts. Despite that, Kyle had a few things on display that indicated his interest towards those things, and he showed them off openly, not one to hide such about himself in fear of being criticized. One of these were all the different pins he had on his bag, specifically the backpack he only wore to school since it was perfect for his books. The buttons were very diverse: some of them were indeed theater related (his favorite was the Hamilton one), others were connected to sports or music. After finishing high school, Gaz forgot about the bag for a while, but when he found it again he was more than ready to take the pins off. That didn't end up happening though, since he didn't have the heart to ruin something that used to hold so much value to him before. So, the bag is still in the same state it used to be, lost somewhere in the back of his closet.

Something that also ties back to his school years is the stack of old notebooks he has in his room. After a while, he intended to throw them out since there was no need for them anymore, but his sentimental nature didn't allow him to do so. When he's home and remembers to organize and clean his room thoroughly, Gaz finds them sometimes and usually ends up sitting for hours and reading his old notes. It's nice looking back at them and remembering all the stuff he did during those years.

For a while, Gaz was collecting the train tickets he purchased. In the UK you have the opportunity to travel by train quite a lot, and for a time period he had to take a route where it was the easiest form of transport. He doesn't have a reason why he kept them, or at least not any he could figure out by himself, but they are nice reminders of a life he once lived. Sometimes they put a smile on his face and that's enough reason for him to continue keeping them.

It's a well known fact how much Gaz loves wearing baseball caps, even during missions (just like Price with his godforsaken bucket hats, but one would argue his choice is more practical than the Captain's). He doesn't know exactly when he started wearing them so often, but after a while they just became his trademark. There are probably around 4 different ones he keeps at base, in case they get lost or he's not in the mood to wear one specific one, but back at his flat he has a whole bunch of more. Some of them were gifts by friends or family, others are a unique brand or just random caps he spotted somewhere and couldn't leave without.

John Price

The Captain isn't one for trinkets, that much is well known. Sure, he has photographs, mementos and such things just like everyone else, but there isn't anything he outright collects. The others argue that the display of books he has at home is considered a collection already, but he refuses to let them be right. He likes to read in his free time a lot, and getting new books when he has the chance isn't a crime.

There is something even Price himself admits is turning into a habit of collecting though, and it's the amount of pens he has in his possession. At his office, there are probably about ten pens shoved into one of those mesh pencil holders on his desk, although only five or so are likely to be actually working. He has a habit of not throwing the ones that run out of ink away and just putting them back with the rest. He also just can't help but always take those free sample pens whenever they offer them somewhere, swearing it's going to come in handy. He does have to write reports by hand most of the time, that's true, but just a few pens would perfectly suffice.

And naturally, there are the hats. Most of the ones he owns are really similar to each other, the others usually don't even notice when he changes them. He doesn't have a big reason for having them, Price just likes to cover his head with hats and even beanies from time to time. He can and will argue with any member of his team about the fashion aspect of them, defending his choices with vigor.

There are some things he doesn't want to talk about, and they are the dog tags of all of his lost friends and team members that he kept. Price doesn't want to forget about the people he had the chance to meet and get to know, and it would feel disrespectful to get rid of their memory and all that's left of them. There are only a few people who know about this, and he intends to keep it that way; this is something private he wants to carry alone.

Kate Laswell

When it comes to collecting things, Laswell isn't interested in the slightest. Naturally she has a few photos, cards or little gifts that she doesn't want to give away, but she doesn't see the appeal to get a bunch of specific things stacked at home. If anything she does could be considered collecting, it would be those expensive bottles of wines she keeps buying in her basement. There aren't a lot, maybe around ten or fifteen, but she keeps most of them for special occasions, such as anniversaries with her wife or birthdays. Kate isn't that big of a fan actually, but she learned to appreciate the taste of some brands since her wife loves wine.

Back in high school, Laswell was the girl who used different highlighters for her notes. She has never overdone it really, but the titles, names and important information were always emphasized by colorful lines. Often, others wanted to borrow her notes because her handwriting has always been good and readable, but as she grew older, her notes got messier too. Laswell was still organized of course, always has been, but her handwriting gradually became more chaotic — like when you remember how your mother helped you practice letters when you were little, then tried to read her note for the teacher and miserably failed. These days, she just scribbles down whatever she needs really, it doesn't matter too much. Often, signatures are the only valuable thing that need to be readable, the rest of her work is done on the computers.

Now, her wife is a different topic. The living room and bedroom are never missing a scent candle, and there is always a good chance the other rooms in the house will get one too. By extension, she could be considered a collector herself, since there were several times when she bought candles or rearranged them inside the house without giving it a deeper thought. Often she just buys them automatically, not even realizing how many they already have at home.

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SFW Headcanons—Donny Donowitz | Inglourious Basterds

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PET NAMES. Doll, Baby, Sweetums, Honey, you name it. I don’t think you’ve ever heard him say your government name since y’all got together. Even when you’re arguing with him and he gets frustrated he will still call you by a pet name. The only time your name is ever spoken is if it’s a life and death situation where you’re hurt and he’s loosing his mind.

This man will protect you with his life. Don’t ever think you’ll go through something alone or not have back up. Before y’all were an item, you were each other’s wingman. Of the Basterds Donny took to you quickly and he’ll be dammed if you got injured.

Donny loves to cuddle—simple as that. Holding you in his arms, nuzzling his face into your neck and feeling the warmth radiate off you brings him joy. Especially with being in high stress situations on the war front, he’ll pass an opportunity of getting to relax with you. “Donny, I need to pee.” “Just hold it for a few more minutes. Please, doll?”

Back home in the states, Donny spoils you relentlessly. He is a romantic at heart. You two run the Barber shop together with his brothers after his father retired and Donny puts his portion of profits into savings to be able to buy you nice things. Sometimes he’ll surprise you with Sox tickets, a nice dinner, or going to the cinema. He just loves spending time with you and he does that by taking you out anytime he can.

In the mornings, you two usually sit out on the porch with a cup of coffee—which tasted like heaven compared to the watery shit Aldo used to make—and talk about the future. The past is left behind with neither of you wanted to discuss the horrors of war, instead you two just want to move forward. During the day you work at the Barber shop before coming home in the evening to make dinner together. Afterwards you both clean up to settle on the couch with a glass of wine or whiskey and listen to the radio or dance to the gentle tune of Frank Sinatra records.

I can see you two adopting animals together or taking in the neighborhood strays. Whether it be dogs or cats, eventually you two have a full house where you basically take in more than you bargained for. “Not another one, honey—don’t you see we’re drowning in cat hair and the yard is full of dog shit?” “But this one is just a baby, Donny!”

After the war you two keep in touch with the Basterds. A lot of them were on the east coast or not too far so at least twice a year you guys make plans to visit them. Usually it’s around the holidays or to celebrate big announcements. Aldo always writes letters, Wicki and Hugo send postcards, and sometimes Smitty and Omar will call you on the landline. “They reaccepted me into NYU! I’m starting this spring.” “That’s amazing, Uti! We’ll have to take a trip out there to celebrate!”

Expect Donny to propose shortly after y’all return to the States. He already knew he wanted to marry you shortly after becoming official, but considering you guys went through hell and needed to re-assimilate into society, he figured it was best to wait. So in the meantime he saved up every penny to get you the best ring that would have all the dames and studs envious. Then when the moment came he got down on one knee in a spot that meant something to the both of you and simply says, “baby doll, you are my world. You’re my past and present, now i want you to be my future. Would you do this Basterd the honor of marrying him?”

When y’all argue the aftermath usually lasts no longer than an hour to allow you both to cool off. Honestly Donny hates it when you argue so he tries to make it up quickly. And he’ll never let you go to sleep angry at him—you both will sit down at the table and talk before sleeping to make sure you guys are okay.

You two are well beloved in your neighborhood. The kids love coming over to throw baseballs with Donny, the man joining in on a game when they beg him to play. You offer tutoring lessons to help them in school and always have cookies with lemonade prepared. All the parents are like, “you two see our kids more than us! How do you not lose your heads watching all of them when they’re over?” “We just have a magic touch.”

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The Zone of Interest (2023) Review

(Crossposted from my Letterboxd)

I have 3 films that I would describe as the most harrowing film experiences: A Serbian Film, Skinamarink, and this.

A Serbian Film was egregiously depraved and I could not finish it. However, I personally felt that its depravity didn't communicate much nor did it do it in an interesting way compared to other disturbing films I've seen. Censorship bad, yes absolutely, but I personally needed more to hook me on why I witnessed what I did. I may rewatch it through to the end, but only to certify my thoughts on the film.

Skinamarink shocked me more than I expected it would and was another I could not finish. It was simply that the events halfway through the film were filled with so much helplessness that I ended up crying. I've never cried at a horror film before or since.

And then there is Jonathan Glazer's The Zone of Interest (arguably a horror film as well as a Holocaust film). Of those 3 films, I finished this one and I'm so glad I did because the ending is phenomenal. (Watch in cinemas if you get the chance, or with a quality sound system).

Admittedly the film is intentionally boring. There's little in terms of surface level plot (Glazer stripped away aspects of the original book's narrative embellishments in order to make the film more realistic) and a particular office meeting scene accurately depicts the mundane aspects of life that I even found myself yawning in spite of the subject matter discussed. But the mundane is all deliberate since its paired with the sound.

The sounds of real horror. Constant. Present. Past. Close. Distant. Quiet. Deafening.

Lives taken each second as the central cast (perpetrators and those complicit with the genocide) go about life and work. A notable scene occurs where Hoss and his wife Hedwig argue about moving and underlying it all is gunshots. Their worries are their comfort. People die across the wall as they speak.

The Holocaust is the periphery of the film, and this serves as a powerful and poignant way to communicate the topic to our generation. For many of us, we continue our lives as atrocities occur worldwide to this day, and there's often a helplessness with that feeling (we see more about these things than our ancestors, but what can we do to stop the war machine?)

WW2 and the Holocaust feel distant, present in textbooks and statistics but losing their immediacy (especially as those born within that generation and those that experienced it first hand pass away). But the choice to focus on the mundane allows us to identify with the Hoss family, as horrific an idea that is. We know what it's like to sit through a work meeting or to chat late into the night or to play with our family. The film forces us to ask if we want to identify fully with the Hoss family. Do we want to be complicit, or silent, or ignorant, to atrocities?

Or do we choose to listen? Like the piano sheet and the story of the little Polish girl. Do we choose instead to hear and boost the voices of those killed and those that survive. Learn their stories. Carry their light with us. Fight for better.

I don't think I could ever forget this film. It's left a deep impact on me both as a writer, a lover of film, and as a person who navigates the world. It is a harrowing film, a dark and depressing film, but it is not devoid of light.

It's one of those films everyone should experience.

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Unpopular Opinions: Vampire Edition

Most Vampires should not be parents. It would be extremely hard and Dangerous.

Speaking on Vampires in Cinema

Many people ask the question, If there are vampires who want kids and can't have them physically, why don't they just adopt? We see this in Twilight with Rosalie and in The Vampire Diaries with Elena, two maternal women who did not want immortality. After they were turned against their will, they were left heartbroken when the option for parenthood was taken away from them.

Yes, adoption would have been the next option. And We have seen that most vampires are well off, whether because of their abilities, their wealth, and/or their mentality; it can be done. But the thing is, we have seen what vampires are capable of, and what could happen if vampires have not had complete control of their thirsts, strengths, and impulses.

In New Moon, Bella cuts her finger on wrapping paper which sends Jasper into a frenzy; this leads to Edward forcefully pushing her against the wall, injuring her even more, and causing even more blood to occur, which almost sends the rest of the vampires into a frenzy, then in Breaking Dawn, Rosalie almost gets into a hysteria when Bella is in labor. Children always hurt themselves on playgrounds, in the house, with paper, etc. Children, especially babies, are also incredibly fragile. And even then a vampire, without thinking, could hurt the baby, child, etc. or worse, with just the with just the pinch, since in common lore, they have increased strength.

And we have seen in many paranormal media that the supernatural world is incredibly small; in Twilight, Vampire Dairies, Interview with a Vampire, and many other media, many other vampires or superpowers have no care for human life. Many covens and packs are in a constant war, and many supernatural beings consider the human lives harmed to be collateral damage or they are sometimes used as bait; human children in this situation would get hurt or worse.

The only time we see parenting work with the vampires is when the children are supernatural themselves. Many Vampires are vicious, and would teach that to the children, everyone knows that turning children into vampires is the worst decision ever. A vampire child is incredibly dangerous, has no restraint, and would unpredictable. Much in Interview with A Vampire, Claudia was ruthless constantly killing, not being taught anything else, and not being able to stop, and forever being a child in this mental state.

And say in a perfect world, if vampires were ableto take care of their human children unscathed, kids with parents who have superpowers and who don’t age, wouldn't be able to keep that a secret. I mean, yes, kids say weird stuff like that all of the time, but in these types of movies and shows, there is always that one weirdo who actually believes them.

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afab/gn!reader, 💙, 💋/🫦

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Jonghyun saw you feeling upset, so he decided to comfort you by doing the things he knows you love.

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The covers was over your head. You wanted to get out, but you couldn’t. It felt like you was trapped in your comfort zone - the same way it has always been for months at this rate. It didn’t feel like you could ever at least keep your head out to look around in your room.

You felt alone, even though you weren’t alone in the house. You knew Jonghyun came over for the weekend ever since you told him how you was feeling. It was a hard and stressful moment, but you loved him so that you couldn’t hide anything from him.

As you was thinking about him, out he appeared with only a shirt with about two or three buttons off and his pants with his belt half off. He sighed of exhaustion - which snapped you back to reality to uncover your head to look at him directly and to look at the window for the time. It was pitch black, meaning it was about 1am.

“Was you on your bed all day again?” He said in his weary voice. His head was sunken on the pillow, still wearing the clothes he left home with - he just couldn’t be bothered to remove them properly.

“Yes… but I tried so hard to go somewhere else other than the bathroom.” You explained.

“Take your time, but still try your hardest sweetie.” He smiled as he had just enough energy to give a soothing stroke at the back. “I’m so proud of you for ever trying to improve yourself.”

You finally had the warm smile on your face that felt like forever. Your face was in pain like you was doing some sort of exercise with your face muscles. You moved closer to Jonghyun to help him undress.

“Hey! What are you doing?” He giggled as he moved your hand when you went closer to his crotch.

“I’m helping you get comfortable, that’s all! Don’t you need to go to work with it tomorrow?”

“What do you mean? I’m not working tomorrow!” Your eyes widen as you heard about the fact. “Tell you what, let’s do something tomorrow! How about the cinema?”

“I like that.” You said before laying on his chest when you was doing removing his pants. You circled his hard crotch as you watched him giggle to self when he realised what was going on.

“Heyyyyy!” He stretched the y as his legs were squished together due to the slight stimulation he felt from the sensation. “Stop that! You’re tickling me!”

You loved his cute reactions that you decided to tease him more to see how much he could go. You continued to lay your hands on his crouch so you could look at the different facial expressions he would do until he would quietly start moaning.

“Do more…” He lazily spoke as he obviously looked like he was slowly drifting off to sleep. “D-don’t stop…”

Cooing at his tired face, you went over to kiss him on the lips. He lifted both of his arms behind you in a form of a hug. Moans filled around the room as he sneakily removed your pants and rubbed your crotch until wet patches would leak out - and his fingers would be covered in a small dose of your goo. Feeling the satisfaction of making you wet, he removed your underwear and started to play around with your cunt before fingering you once his fingers were wet enough.

You felt so good that you began to spasm - mainly from your legs. Jonghyun kissed you as he was close to making you squirt all over his fingers. Feeling turned on, he slackly jerked off where your pussy was at. You then took his hand out to run to your closet to bring out a bottle of lube which would be used to rub his cock and insert inside of your pussy. You rode on him as he would carry you from your hips before his arms would go back down again due to lack of energy.

“O-oh…” He silently moaned like a mouse. He couldn’t stay up any longer, so his eyes would began to sleep - and his body would collapse into relaxation. You saw him about to sleep, so you pulled out and slept right next to him with your hand on his chest. He then moved it back to his couch to get you to continue until he cums.

“I-I’m close Y/N…” He said. He moved on top of you just to rub on your already wet pussy and within 2 minutes, he finally came all over you. The sigh of relief could be heard as he fall right back to sleep. He was still naked, yet, he was glad that he could at last sleep in peace with the person he loves.

“Tomorrow… c-can we do this again?” He asked.

“Jjong.” You rolled your eyes before kissing his cheek. “Love you!”

“Love you too.”

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Could you write an one shot with pre-death tate langdon?

Like the reader and him are on a date in the movie theaters and some guy is spilling his drink on the reader and tate gives her his sweater or so🥺👉👈

tw: blood, fighting, a character beating up another, sexual assault (NOT R*** OBVS, I WOULD NEVER WRITE THAT), swearing, tate langdon.

summary: she protec, she attac, but most importantly she a snacc x OR tate langdon beating the living hell out of a jock for spilling a drink on you :)

wc: 1090 (a shortie x)

notes: i named the jock troy because it’s a generic frat boy name and everybody knows a troy (even if his name isn’t troy)

a cinema date with fate (and tate) - tate langdon

“How many times, Troy? How many times do I have to say no for you to take the fucking hint?!”

“Come on, baby. Just this once? Please?” He pleaded, his eyes rounding to puppy eyes as he did, and as he leaned in closer to you, you instinctively pushed yourself back further into your seat to give yourself some space. “Promise I’ll give it to you better than Langdon ever will.”

“Tate and I haven’t even done anything yet!”

You’re at the back of the cinema alone, since your best friend, Tate, left to use the bathroom. Troy Conners and his jock buddies from your highschool seemed to have followed you both to the cinema, and he thought this would be the right time to ask for it… again. And this time was no different, except he brought something… something that would help him—in his own eyes—get you.

“Awh, whoops! Looks like you’ve gotta take your shirt off now, baby,” he smirked, just after tipping his cola soda all over your new white t-shirt.

“Oh my god” you said, looking him directly in the eye, getting to your feet. “What the fuck Troy?! No I don’t care that I’m making a scene and that there’s a movie playing! You did that on purpose!”

“Show us your tits, Y/L/N!” somebody hollered from the other side of the room, and you felt your cheeks begin to flush.

“If you won’t take your stained shirt off…” Troy said between gritted teeth, and you had no idea what he was about to do as his hands rose… “Then I will.”…

…to take your shirt in his hands, and he ripped it clean off you, exposing you to the entire cinema room. Thank goodness you were wearing a bralette underneath the shirt, which also looked like a top.

God, where the hell was Tate when you fucking needed him?

As if you summoned him, you spotted Tate walking back into the room, his eyebrows raising in confusion as to why everyone else in the room was looking up at where you were standing with Troy… Until he saw the white fabric in Troy’s fist.

The first thing Tate did was take off his sweater, leaving him in his own Nirvana t-shirt, and he ran up the steps to where you were as fast as he could, trying not to trip up the steps as when he was angry he was known to be quite clumsy.

You had never seen Tate so angry in your life, and you know him for almost 13 years now. He threw the sweater in your direction, and you slipped it on, covering yourself up again.

Troy turned on his heel to face Tate and began teasing the blonde boy. This only made Tate’s face contort in anger even more, and you saw this happening just as his clenched fist flew up at an almost lightning speed to meet Troy’s jaw, in an uppercut punch. He alternated the direction of his throws until Troy was lying on the ground, blood pouring from his nose, but that didn’t mean Tate stopped. No, that just made him want to ruin the jock’s face even more.

He completely blocked out your pleas for him to stop as he continued ruining Troy’s already disgusting face, so he was doing him a service.

“Don’t you ever touch my girl again! How fucking dare you! You piece of shit you should go to fucking hell” he yelled at the top of his lungs, throwing three (or was it four?) more punches into Troy’s face, who was coughing up his own blood at this point.

“Tate, please stop!” You said, throwing yourself on top of him, using all of your strength to push Tate off of Troy, subconsciously straddling him so he couldn’t move. Troy lay unconscious next to you both, and Tate only grew more frustrated as you pinned his body to the ground, and security carried Troy out. The jocks followed him out. And you hoped that was the last of Troy Conners bothering you.

Your breathing steadied itself and your grip on his wrists tightened, and you pressed your legs down onto the ground as much as you could so he physically couldn’t move as much. “Babe, let me move.”

Something woke up inside you when those words left his lips. Him calling you babe just seemed… right… even though he just beat up a sixteen year old.

“He deserved a slap but you didn’t need to fucking knock him unconscious!” You say, shifting your weight so you were kneeling next to him with his wrists still pinned to the ground. “Promise me you won’t run after him.”

“I only did that because I like you, babe. Like… A lot. There, I said it. And it’s not on some stupid post it note this time. I wanted to be there for you and protect you from assholes like Troy. And I promise.”

Everyone had resumed watching the movie at this point as yours and Tate’s voices got quieter, to almost whispering. You finally let go of him and he helped you to your feet, with you offering to give him back his sweater to cover up the blood on his shirt.

“Nah, I want people to see what happens when they touch my girl. Nobody should do that, ever. I will never let anyone or anything hurt you, from now on. I’ve never felt like this about anyone, Y/N…”

“I like you too, Tate. And I'd like you more if you didn’t beat up Troy. It was kinda hot I’ll admit, but really? You didn’t have to do that.”

“I had no choice, he messed with the wrong guy. Let’s just watch the rest of the movie and we’ll talk after?”

You roll your eyes as you sit back down, getting comfy again, wrapped up in Tate’s favourite sweater which smelled exactly like him.

“Sure, Tate,” you said, pressing a kiss to his bruised knuckles before turning to watch the rest of the movie.

You could feel Tate’s eyes on you for most of that time, and the feeling of butterflies awoke in your stomach, and after a while you lay your head on his shoulder. The two of you basked in each other’s presence, and the good mood for the remainder of the movie.

You and Tate then walked back to his house and fell asleep on the sofa in each other’s arms to the sound of each other’s soft breathing…

IT’S SO BAD I’M SO OFF MY GAME RECENTLY 😭 i will write this again if i have to.

tags: @xxlangdon @sympathyforher @quickiesgirl @langdon-cumslut @unlivingdreams <3 wanna be added? let me know babes! xxx

#american horror story #ahs #tate langdon #ahs fandom #ahs murder house #ahs fanfic #murder house #ahs fluff #tate langdon fluff #this was meant to go a completely different way but… OH WELL #imposter syndrome is creeping it’s way back in babes #i don’t like imposter syndrome or writers block

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alpaca-clouds · 1 year

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Fluffcember Day 23: Snow Surprise

Yesterday forgotten to post here, again. The prompt was Leise rieselt der Schnee.

Fandom: Digimon Xros Wars (Manga)

Shipping: Taiki/Kiriha/Nene/Akari

Genre: Polyamory Fluff

Length: 623 words

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December the 23rd was finally a day all four of them had off and they had spent it accordingly. While it was too cold, really, to go to an amusement park, they had taken the sub down to Odaiba, visited the indoor Joypolis, before deciding rather spontaneously to go watch a movie. One of the Chinese fantasy movies was still playing and while it was a bit corny, it had been nice.

Kiriha could not help bit blush, as they were finally leaving the cinema and two people grabbed for his hands. With Taiki to his right and Nene to his left, there was an exchange of gazes and a bit of a shared chuckle between them.

“So, where are we going?” Akari asked, looking over to them.

Her implication was clear. They had a free day tomorrow and the day after and they might well spend it together.

“Kotone is coming over tomorrow,” Nene said. “She wants to spend Christmas.”

“That's lovely,” Akari said. “I have not seen her in… what now?”

“About three months,” Taiki offered.

“Yeah. It had been forever. Have you planned anything?”

“Not much,” Nene replied. “Just some gifts and… you know? The usual.”

“The usual meaning, that Kotone will probably drag us across Tokyo in two days,” Kiriha replied. Because ever since his future sister-in-law had moved away from the metropolis, she could think of so many things to do there, whenever she returned. Be it a certain restaurant she wanted to visit or a shop she wanted to go to.

“Can we come along?” Akari asked.

Nene shot Kiriha a side glance. “Maybe we could make it a girl's day.” She knew how easily he grew exhausted by the younger woman and her antics. Because, really, ever since returning from the Digital World by now nine years ago, Kotone had lost none of her energy. She had rather gained some more. At time he had to wonder, whether she was on drugs – or if just her overconsumption of caffeine and sugary drinks was to thank for it all.

At this Taiki pressed his hand. “That might actually sound like a great idea.” He too exchanged gazes with Kiriha, making him unwittingly chuckle.

Yeah, there was so much implication going around between them.

Usually, he did not like it. Being so open about it all. It was just not the way he had been raised. But even Odaiba grew deserted after 11 in the evening and thus he did not really mind.

Down here by the harbor, the icy wind was more noticeable. It was a freakingly cold winter so far, as the temperatures had been around zero degrees for over a week now. But it was nice. Yeah. This was nice. When he was with them, he did not feel alone any longer.

“Yeah,” he agreed softly. “It sounds like a good idea.”

They all laughed at this, as Akari brought up her question from earlier: “So, where are we…” She stopped short and looked up at the sky, with Nene quickly mimicking her.

Only then Kiriha did the same and was surprised. “Snow?” he whispered, as he saw the first flakes slowly float down towards them.

Taiki stretched out one hand, catching a single snowflake in the air and watching it melt.

“Maybe we get a white Christmas,” Nene said, her smile now wide and warm. “Oh, Kotone would love that.”

“Yeah,” Kiriha muttered and could not help but smile himself, as their warm happiness was so infectious. “Yeah. I guess…” His gaze drifted up to the sky, where more and more white flakes came into few, softly reflecting the street lights, as they fell towards the ground. “Yeah, I guess that would be nice.”

#Fluffcember #Fluff #Polyamory #Polyamory Fluff #Digimon Xros Wars #Digimon Xros Wars Manga #taiki kudou #kiriha aonuma #nene amano #akari hinomoto #taiki x kiriha x nene x akari

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wiha-jun · 2 years

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ETERNALS (dir. Chloé Zhao, 2021)

#the only thing i wanted to gif ever since i left the cinema #eternals #eternalsedit #mcuedit #marveledit #dailymarveledit #barry keoghan #druig #sprite #lia mchugh #filmedit #filmgifs #cinemaedit #cinemagifs #dailyflicks #*#chloe zhao #chloé zhao #marvelgifs

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moongumi · 2 years

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Gojo x Reader, where in school reader and gojo are super touchy touchy making geto and ieiri confused and concerned 😛😛 and they keep telling the others that they're just friend but like they go back to the dorms and fuck like bunnies

just so close

pairing: gojo x f!reader

⟶ cw. fem!reader, fwb, smut, humour, fingering, semi-public sex, secret relationship, unprotected sex, ass-play, mentions of anal.

sypnosis: request gojo and you have a strange relationship that your friends can't stand.

⟶ wc. 1.6k

a/n: hiya, reblogs and comments are very appreciated! requests are also open for similar things! this request is a bit shorter than most n you know my love for open ended endings :)))

just so close // behave

“You cryin’?”

Gojo Satoru stands tall and proud, cackling at his friend who’s managed to trip on her own two feet whilst shopping. The friend throws a heavy slap his way, without his infinity on all the time he feels the impact against his soft cheeks-he was laughing so hard his eyes were completely shut and couldn’t even avoid it.

You scoff, crossing your arms, “Are you?”

Satoru holds his precious cheeks, reddening and pulsing under his palm. “You are rude.”

From the distance, Shoko and Suguru walk up towards them after the other two had run off looking for mochi ever since they left the train station. They see their classmates fighting over a box of mochi, yelling in each other's faces.

“It’s mine, Satoru─”

“But I finished mine!” Satoru cries, whining like a child.

Shoko sighs as she approaches you, “Satoru come on, just go buy more.”

You nod quickly agreeing with her in hopes he’d let go of your precious box. Satoru scoffs, letting go and huffing, “It tastes better when you eat someone else’s.”

“That doesn’t even make sense!”

As the day goes by they all decided to see a new movie after they walked by a large poster advertising some new horror movie. After class and all the training, they wanted to let loose, and what other way to do that than do literally nothing!

You ask for a soda and popcorn, getting a large knowing someone is bound to eat your food. “Satoru, what flavour popcorn?”

“Sweet! Anything else is disgusting!” You roll your eyes, of course, he’d want it sweet. If you were alone you’d probably get salted popcorn or buttered, you usually preferred salty things.

You smile at the employee getting what Satoru wanted.

The other three were already in the theatre by the time you were done, the line was so long. Shoko being her snuck in some snacks in her pockets, Suguru well, would never pay for overly expensive cinema food, and Satoru was just waiting for you to bring the food.

You walk into the darkened room, hmm, at least the ads were done but you were missing the first few minutes of the movie. It didn’t really matter since watching this film was just on a whim and you didn’t even know or care what it is about.

Satoru’s eyes light up seeing your hands full, beaming with joy. He’s saved you a seat right next to them, patting it enthusiastically. Shoko puffs her cheeks though, saying, “I thought you were going to sit next to me.”

“Oh, I can─”

Satoru cuts you off, pulling down on your arms and making you sit, “Nope, she’s sitting with me. Get your own friend.”

“She’s not just your friend, Satoru! We’re all friends, oh my god─you’re so annoying!” Shoko shouts, biting into her chocolate bar. Suguru laughs at the argument, only placing a finger on his lips to tell them that they should keep quiet in a cinema.

You knit your eyebrows, “Sorry, Shoko we can go shopping just us two at some point.” You give her two thumbs up and she nods excitedly, sticking her tongue out at Satoru who pouts after being left out.

The cinema seat was really small, Satoru’s arms steal the two armrests but it wasn’t like you were going to use them. But still, his arms weren’t even that big but he was just tall so he kinda just floods over the seat, his shoulder nudging into yours endlessly without an escape.

He senses your discomfort with the little space, throwing his arm over your shoulders instead. Shuffling you accept the change, getting comfortable. Suguru sends you a weird look which you shot back, throwing a handful of your popcorn at him making Satoru chuckle.

Satoru with his dark uniformed arm around you and pulls you closer, even throwing the armrest back making your sides attach. It was a lot comfier.

He grabs some popcorn, well a bit too much, shoving the entire thing in your mouth, “Damn, it’s not going anywhere, you don’t need to choke on it.”

He scoffs, “Just cus’ you can’t fit much in your tiny mouth doesn’t mean I can’t.” He taps your lips with his thumb, teasing you.

You click your tongue, taking a sip of your coca-cola.

No one else seemed to bat an eye at this, why would they? To anyone else, it would seem as if you two were a couple but to Shoko and Suguru they stared at their friend with wild eyes. They look at each other, wondering if the other was seeing what they were seeing.

Suguru couldn’t shake the feeling that Satoru was definitely staring at your lips in a much more than friendly way, because it wasn’t like Suguru was doing that to you. Shoko notices the way your body molds into Satoru’s, affectionately snuggling into his large frame. The last time you were so soft with a guy was with your ex-Kento-kun.

Shoko’s lips twitch and she taps Suguru, whispering in his ear, “We cannot let this happen, they can’t.”

“What are we supposed to do?”

Shoko snaps her fingers, “An intervention.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

The white-haired infinity-wielding boy sits behind you whilst you played a video game in your dorm. With you on his lap, resting his head on your shoulder, “Don’t forget to heal.”

“Pft, I know how to play this game.”

You didn’t really sense any difference, Satoru always did this. He puts his arms around your waist basically using you as a body pillow as he scrolls on his phone. You stayed like this for a while, sat on his thick thighs, and focused on passing the mission in your game.

Until Shoko busts into your room pointing her finger accusatorially. “See! Suguru, I was right.”

Satoru blinks, indifferent, “Huh?”

“I told you, they’re way too touchy.”

Suguru tries to put together the pieces, well, the evidence seems very clear but he didn’t want to put you on the spot. “Well, do you see anything weird about this?”

He was asking you, making your eyes twitch, “Erm, what do you mean?”

“You’re on Satoru’s lap, you guys are always together, touching each other ways friends don’t!” Suguru explained, pointing at a bored-looking Satoru, “And he’s got his infinity off!”

“He’s always got it off─” You say, turning to face Satoru and he nods.

Suguru clicks his tongue standing at the door, “No he doesn't, he had it on this morning when I threw a pancake at him.”

You laugh, “Well that’s because you threw a pancake at him, I don’t see what you two are seeing. Like I guess we’re touchy but I’d sit on your lap too, Suguru.”

Satoru chokes a bit, dropping his phone, “Eh?”

“Exactly! If you two end up making this complicated and it messes up our friendship blame yourselves, I’m just warning you because you two seem a little too friendly, I’m over it!” Shoko drags Suguru out the door with some angry stomps leaving a really flushed you sitting on Satoru’s lap.

You cock your head, “Are we really that touchy?”

Satoru shrugs, cascading his palm from your waist down to your skirt hem. “Maybe.” His fingers tap and tease, getting closer and closer to the heat. His large hands reach your clothed heat, where nothing but your underwear covers it.

“We’re lucky they didn’t see─” He mutters, pulling on your shirt collar and kissing down your neck leaving wet marks, “Start moving again, it feels good.”

He tugs on what remains of your panties that had been moved aside under your skirt. Tightly pulled against the fat of your lips, you were definitely lucky no one told you guys to get up, or else they would’ve noticed Satoru’s cock was deep inside of your dripping cunt. His finger pulls and teases your clit, making you twitch on his lap whilst trying to play the game.

He was only reminding you of what to do since you were sort of going dumb trying to ride his cock and focus on the mission at hand. Biting your lips you worried that your friends were only a couple of doors away, completely clueless with how far your relationship with Satoru had already gone beyond just friends.

His legs are spread under you whilst you were kneeling on your legs and knees over his lap, it didn’t seem weird at all if you didn’t focus on it but the angle of which his cock is pressing allowed nearly the entire length to bottom out.

“Oh, shit. Yea, keep rolling your hips like that─” Satoru moans, still watching that video on his phone. “Mhm, your pussy is so wet─huh? Did you like almost getting caught, you kept clenching on me I almost died holding my breath.”

You sit up purposefully letting him almost fall out before sitting back down dragging down on the length hearing a guttural moan leave his lips uncontrollably, “You’re the one that enjoyed that, always trying things in public and when our friends are nearby.”

It wasn’t clear how it got to that point but in the cinema, Satoru had that had he wrapped around your shoulder down the back of your skirt, fingers deep in your pussy the entire time. He’d curl it, enjoying the way you’d shift and freeze up next to him.

He throws his head back, flustered and completely red from pleasure, “I know─I know. But it’s fucking hot, you looking at me like that, eyes practically asking me to bend you over and defile you. Fuck!”

His fingers flip up your skirt, and he pulls away from the cloth of your panties again revealing your quivering tight hole, “Are you into butt-stuff?”

“Never tried it.” You answered him quickly, moving your hips and playing the game much more casually now. He didn’t like it, he liked it when you struggled, whimpered, and cried on his dick.

“You wanna?”

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selfcarecap · 3 years

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Late Night Movie Theatre Visits [p.p]

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Peter loves taking care of you.

Warning: SMUT, swearing but when is there not, mentions of a minor ankle injury (from tripping up stairs?), (title’s a little weird, I was gonna put cinema instead of movie theatre but idk the title doesn't really make any sense anyway lol), i didn‘t really edit this

Word count: 2k

Can/Should? be read as a follow up to Late Night Car Confessions

-this is a repost of an old fic- gif not mine

Peter’s discovered one thing: he loves making you come.

Ever since that first day in the car park where he ate you out, after you gave him a blowjob and nearly got caught by a security guard, he’s found that that he loves eating your pussy.

Yes, he did get you to orgasm that first night but it did kind of take a while and he’s massively improved since then, you don’t exactly hesitate to let him know.

It’s not just oral that he loves, as long as he gets to give you any type of pleasure - he’s in. He makes sure to take every chance he gets at doing so.

It’s the fact that you’re both so honest with each other that he’s got to know all of your turn-ons and sweet spots. It’s not just sexual, Peter loves nothing more than spending time with you and making you happy, that’s what makes him happy. You.

You also happen to find joy in having Peter come undone under you, whether it’s a quick handjob while you’re watching something at home or a thorough blowjob that has his hands buried in your hair and him moaning until you go all the way down on his cock and him spilling his cum down your throat.

But your enthusiasm for making him feel good can’t really compare to his want to make you feel good. Although they kind of go hand in hand.

Your relationship doesn’t only consist of sex, of course. You make sure to check up on each other, always tell the other how you really feel, and you hang out more days of the week than not.

The sexual part is quite spectacular too though.

Remember that Peter takes every chance he gets to get into your pants? That wasn’t a lie.

You and Peter are at the cinema together. As always, you have two of those love-seats, without an armrest in between because you two love cuddling.

The film you were both so excited to see is a little... boring. You’d leaned your head against his shoulder a good thirty minutes ago and since then the plot hadn’t progressed one bit.

The only thing that’s interesting in this big movie theatre to Peter, is you. You and the way your already short-enough skirt rides up your thighs as you slightly shift on the seat next to him.

And it’s really freaking hard not to reach out to touch you when your leg shifts more and your left leg is now placed on top of his right one, skirt nearly high enough to expose your panties.

It’s become so natural how your leg moves on top of his, your arm around his and head still resting on his shoulder.

You cock your head but still look at the screen once his fingers start stroking up and down your leg ever so slightly. When he thinks about it, he can’t find a reason not to touch you.

His touch burns, but only because it’s so light. You want him to touch you, really touch you and it’s like he can read your thoughts as his hand slightly squeezes the flesh, his fingers moving closer to your inner thigh.

This is not ideal.

You’re getting turned on in this huge cinema, loads and loads of people around you.

You’re trying really hard not to get wet at how Peter’s fingers linger only inches from your clothed core. But you know exactly what he’s about to do and you don’t have the willpower to tell him to stop, it’s not like you don’t want it.

It’s becoming a little hard to breathe out of all the frustration of Peter’s hand not moving any further up your leg.

You clear your throat and sit up straighter, spread your legs just a tiny bit and pretend to be adjusting your skirt when you really pull it up an inch or two more and if Peter bent forward slightly he would be in for a great view.

Instead, he understands what you want him to do, and his fingers slowly trail up your inner thigh and soon his finger is right there. You can see the surprise on his face even only out of the corner of your eye, but also the slight smugness as his finger presses right down into the wetness he caused himself.

You can’t help but let out a gasp and grab his arm harder as his finger starts circling your clit through your panties. The motion of his finger paired with the wetness of you nearly makes you come already.

That’s until you see the credits playing on the screen and the lights in the theatre turn on again, the hundreds of people in all the rows getting up, and you manage to stand up just in time before anybody could see the unholy things Peter had just been doing to you.

You stand up, pull your skirt down to its normal length and start marching out of the cinema with an uncomfortable stickiness between your legs. Peter hasn’t even noticed that the film had ended and he chuckles slightly when you storm off, frustrated for being robbed an orgasm.

He knows you’re not angry at him, just annoyed at the situation, so he takes his time gathering his coat and your bag before meeting a grumpy - but absolutely cute - you, with crossed arms at the entrance of the cinema.

“You look cute when you’re angry.” He says, trying not to laugh as he gives you your bag back.

The walk home is long and uncomfortable. Not uncomfortable because of the conversation, just because of the desire between your thighs to have Peter’s hand back there. He would have no problem doing so right here, but you’re outside, in public, it’s not for you.

As always he comes up to your apartment, but you have to make a quick stop while you’re on your way up.

You’re not watching where you’re going, trying not to make it too obvious that you’re walking extra fast to be a few steps ahead of Peter to give him a good view under your skirt.

You trip unexpectedly and although Peter had been completely distracted by your heavenly ass his reflexes allow him to be quick enough to catch you by your hand before you fall completely but your ankle had still bent uncomfortably and kind of painfully.

“Oh my god, sorry I didn’t catch you in time! Does it hurt?” He completely disregards how sexy you are and is way more worried that you’re in pain now.

“No I’m good, just a little-” You have to interrupt yourself as you nearly scream in pain when trying to stand up, putting weight on your twisted ankle.

“Okay let me carry you.”

“No, Peter, I’ll be too heav-“ But you’re lifted up in the air abruptly, feeling light as a feather thanks to Peter’s barely there effort to pick you up. His arm is on your back but the other is touching the skin of your legs, behind your knees and suddenly all the pain subsides and all you can think about is Peter’s hands on your body.

He carries you up the steps easily and after entering your apartment he immediately goes into the living room, setting you down on the couch comfortably.

Before saying anything he goes into the kitchen and comes back with a bandage and some ice.

“Oh, it’s not that bad, Peter. Just get my shoes off please, that’ll be enough.”

He looks at you with concern evident on his face and sits down in front of the sofa, and your legs spread automatically as you sink into the pillows further. Peter’s now between your legs and finally he can see your pink panties and there is still a faint wet stain.

He tries not to get distracted as he pulls your shoes off your feet and after you tell him the ice is enough five times, he tells you your foot should at least be elevated and places your leg on top of his shoulder, giving him an even better view of the place between your legs and if you shifted only a little he might be able to catch a glimpse of your pussy beneath the panties.

You see how his stare lingers there and pull your skirt down between your legs insecurely, you’re sure now that the thing with your foot happened you won’t be getting any tonight. And with the pain it’s not quite the right mood.

Peter seems to disagree.

You watch as his lips touch the skin below your knee. He nuzzles his face into your leg, like you’d usually do with his shoulder.

He seems to sense that you’re really becoming desperate now as you rub your thighs together.

His whole demeanour changes as he also takes your other leg, placing it on his other shoulder and his face moves closer and closer until his head replaces the spot where your skirt would usually be, now pushed up your waist, and he wastes no time before he plants a direct kiss onto your clit through your panties.

“Peter,” you practically moan his name and you don’t know who you’re trying to convince “Now’s not the time…”

“Time for what? This?” He promptly takes his fingers to move the thin fabric of your panties to the side and takes a broad lick from your entrance to your clit and your legs tighten around his head. “There’s always time for this.”

His hands are securely around your thighs as he yanks you further along the couch so his tongue has easier access to your most sensitive parts. His fingers come up to tug off your underwear completely, leaving it hanging loosely by your injured ankle so he wouldn’t have to watch out tugging it off there.

Peter looks up at you and you nod quickly, confirming you want him right now.

He gives you no time to prepare before he starts eating you out like it’s the only thing that matters in the world.

While his tongue draws circles and different patterns on your clit, your hands find his hair and you moan out his name, motivating him only to double up his efforts. You feel yourself get closer quick, having wanted this for so long and finally getting it. You finally tumble over the edge as soon as he starts sucking on your clit harshly and your hands in his hair and your legs around his head tighten, shaking. You let out a few whimpers as you can’t help but grind against his face, riding out your high.

He only starts slowing down as your whole body begins to tremble with over-stimulation and as he pulls back, cum smeared across his lips and smiles at you like someone on cloud nine.

His hand sneaks between your legs again before he delivers two quick, rather painless slaps to your pussy, remaining juices splattering onto his face that he wipes off with his fingers and returns them to his mouth.

You finally tug him up to your face by his hair, setting your feet on the floor next to him carefully, and you both move forward to kiss the other, meeting in the middle for a desperate kiss. You taste yourself on his lips, and it’s nice. An affirmation that you’re his.

After a few more drawn out kisses, he takes your hand in his and slumps down on the couch next to you looking at you dreamily, head resting against the back of the couch.

You reach down to pull your panties back to where they belong and pull your skirt back down again, not that there’s any reason to cover up.

“You want me to..?” You smile suggestively, your hand resting on his thigh.

“Not necessary, baby, I just wanna go to sleep with you.”

And that’s how it goes, you’d never hesitate to return the favour, you love it as much as he does. But for Peter your pleasure is his pleasure.

So he carries you to your bed, where you both snuggle up and sleep. And that’s more than Peter could ever ask for.

#peter parker smut #peter parker x reader #peter parker #fem!reader #selfcarecap

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 2 years

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Is It Really THAT Bad?

This… This is where it all began.

Sean Connery wanted to finally make a great film again after constantly passing on big franchise opportunities. Alan Moore was actually somewhat enthusiastic about seeing an adaptation of his comic. The dominoes were in place and set to fall on a major success as one of the most ambitious crossovers ever written made its way to scree

But unfortunately, there were far too many problems. Connery refused to play an addict and so they changed Quatermain into a straight hero and the team leader. Tom Sawyer was added in because the studio thought people wouldn’t care about the movie if there wasn’t an American in it. Connery butted heads with the director on set. A legal issue involving an unproduced script led Alan Moore to become bitter when things were settled out of court, as he didn’t get to defend himself. It seemed like absolutely nothing could go right with this film, and then it was released.

The movie was savaged by critics, bombed domestically, and devastated several careers. Connery was left miserable in regards to filmmaking thanks to this, and so retired from acting save for some voice work. The director Stephen Norrington had such a bad experience that he vowed to never make another film. Peta Wilson and Stuart Townsend both had their careers torched by this, and Shane West ended up having to stick to TV roles after this. Most tragic of all, however, is how Alan Moore came to utterly despise this film, leading to him demand his name be left off of all future adaptations of his work and beginning a long trend of him hating literally every Hollywood movie based on his creations, regardless of quality.

This film is an utter nuclear disaster of cinema based on how it ruined so many careers and crushed the hopes of its creators, so clearly the critics must be right on the money and this league of gentlemen is not so extraordinary… right? With 19 years and several other Alan Moore adaptations behind us, I’ve decided to look back and see if this notorious film is really that bad after all. Alan Moore definitely thinks so.

The Good

I think what really carries this movie is the performances. Nearly every actor is giving it their all here, though there are some standouts. Jason Flemyng as both Jekyll and Hyde, Naseeruddin Shah as Nemo, and and Tony Curran as this film’s take on the Invisible Man are the standouts here. The latter in particular is very interesting; due to Universal having the film rights for the Invisible Man, they had to make up a new version… which is for the best, since in the comics the Invisible Man on the team is a rapist, a traitor, and an utter bastard. Rodney Skinner, the version here, is much more of a playful rogue and a rascal, and it’s easy to see why he became a fan favorite. It’s definitely one of the few points of improvement over the comic.

Speaking of which, the decision to turn Mina into a vampire might seem corny to some, but I think it rules. Mina in the comics was very much the badass normal and the leader of the team, but that was about it for her aside from her gross romance arc with Quatermain. Here, she gets to be a badass, and has quite a few cool fight scenes under her belt by the film’s end. It’s a bit of creative liberty with not only the source material but the comic as well, but it’s not like Moore didn’t take creative liberties for the sake of the story he was telling (for better and for worse).

My favorite addition by far is Stuart Townsend’s Dorian Gray. Even as a kid, who knew nothing about Dorian Gray and was very much not aware of his own sexuality, I thought Dorian was hot. He also is functionally immortal and unstoppable, which is awesome as well, making him something of a very sexy Wolverine. Parts of his motivation are very stupid (more on that later), but I think he’s a pretty fun token evil teammate. He’s definitely preferable to the Invisible Man of the comics, that’s for sure.

Aside from that, there’s a lot of fun action scenes, especially towards the end of the movie where they just go whole hog with everything. We have a Hyde versus Diet Hyde fight, we have Mina fighting Dorian, we just have a lot of crazy stuff. It’s just a lot of dumb fun.

The Bad

Much like the comics it’s adapted from, this movie does suffer from some problems that could definitely hinder how enjoyable one might find it.

Probably the bigger ones are the fact characters spend less time showing and more time telling, as they stand about in their fancy costumes and announce obvious things. It doesn’t help either that aside from that, the plot is a lot more convoluted than ever before and riddled with confusing twists and plot holes. For instance, the big reveal that the Fantom is actually M, who is actually Professor Moriarty… what, exactly, does this add to the story? Nothing is the answer. Nothing is added by Moriarty being the bad guy except, well, he was the bad guy in the comics! Gotta keep him in!

It’s even weirder when it comes to Dorian. His whole deal is that Moriarty has stolen his portrait, and if Dorian ever looks at his portrait he will die. So it would make far more sense for him to not want to help Moriarty since the guy is doing him a solid by keeping that damn portrait far away, right? Nope, he’s trying to get it back because… who knows.

I think the bigger issue here is that Quatermain supplants Mina as the main hero. In the comics, Quatermain starts out as a useless, washed up opium addict who slowly undergoes character development to become the badass he should be (and then he is unceremoniously killed by lightning shot out of Harry Potter’s penis). In the movie, he’s badass from the word go, and we all know it’s because it’s Sean Connery playing him. There’s no way you’re going to pay the bill for Connery to be in your film and then not have him be front and center. But this isnot even Connery at his best, as it’s pretty clear that he’s kind of phoning things in (though not nearly as badly as he did with Diamonds Are Forever). Worst of all, though,is that this comes at the expense of Mina becoming marginalized, and this is after you give her sick vampire powers! Mina has been made exponentially cooler and you still sideline her for Sean Connery and his bland white American foster son! What the hell!

And yes, Sawyer is bland and boring. They don’t really do much interesting with the fact he’s Tom Sawyer. In fact, outside a deleted scene, it’s not even mentioned and you’d have to really guess who he’s supposed to be. This, I think, is the reason this doesn’t quite work as a film quite as well as a comic, by the way; film rights and literary rights are two entirely different things. The entire conceit of the franchise is that you’re watching Alan Moore flex his literary knowledge and see how many references can be crammed into a single comic panel, something that just can’t work in a fast-paced action movie. Sure, there’s some references here and there, but it’s not nearly as dense as the comics. You’re not getting cameos from Thomas the Tank Engine or Pollyanna here, that’s for sure, and it’s a shame because that’s the fun of League.

Oh, and to top it all off, the CGI is kinda ass. I swear this is not a screencap from a Resident Evil game, this is just how this dude looks in the movie.

Is It Really THAT Bad?

Honestly? Nah.

Now let me be clear, this isn’t a good movie. It has a hell of a lot of flaws, flaws that keep it from reaching its full potential and keep it from being as good as the comic it’s adapting. But I always recall how I saw someone say they saw this film as part of a loose trilogy with Van Helsing and Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow, the thematic tie of the films being action-packed CGI spectacles of the early 2000s, and I feel a bit more lenient. This is definitely the weakest of the three films, but I don’t know, I still think there’s merit in it even if it never quite reaches the highs of its comic counterpart.

I’d say this is sort of the Venom of its time, a fun, stupid action movie with tons of actors giving it their all for an almost non-existent plot. I’d say it’s just about where it belongs on IMDB, though I’d round it up to a 6. It’s the perfect thing to just put on if you want some mindless fun or just a bit of background noise while you do something else, and there’s plenty of place in the world for films like that. It’s definitely not so bad that I feel like it should have tanked a half dozen careers and I definitely don’t think it’s so bad that it should have soured Moore’s opinion on Hollywood (and Sean Connery, if his unflattering depictions of Connery’s Bond in later volumes are anything to go by).

The worst thing that can be said about it is that it does very little with the great concept of the comic it’s adapting… But hey, no matter how bad this is, it’s still infinitely better than whatever the hell was going on in Centuries!

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Makeup [S.B]

Sirius Black x plus size!reader

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: a toxic relationship history and a bit of insecurity because of it.

A/N: I did a questionnaire a few days ago to see what kind of reader you would like me to do. This is the first one I do base on that questionnaire and I want to say the following:

The only reason the reader is specified as "plus size!reader" is that if there is someone who fits this description, feel comfortable.

You will never see something like "her FAT body" NO, NEVER

Much less that the One shot revolves around their weight (neither nationality, nor gender identity, nor sexuality nor all the things that they put in that questionnaire). I only write about NORMAL people in normal situations. All bodies are beautiful, we are all beautiful.

So, if you are a plus size person, welcome. If you are not, you can also read it without feeling left out in any way.

I really hope that you feel comfortable with everything I write and that you know that I seek to be as inclusive as possible. Without more to say, thanks for taking the time to read my stuff. Tell me your opinion, if you want!💕

You looked in the mirror one last time.

Sirius, the boy of your dreams, had asked you out on a date and you wanted everything to be absolutely perfect.

You had met him because you both lived on the same floor of the condo block and it was inevitable to bump into him from time to time. It wasn't the best place to live, it was small and a little dirty, but it was the only thing you could afford and the fastest you could find after that happened.

You liked the way Sirius smelled because when he crossed the corridors, you could perceive a mixture of leather (you supposed it was due to all the clothes he used of this material) and an elegant cologne that drove you crazy.

At first, it scared you a little to see him with that piercing in his eyebrow and his multiple tattoos, but later you realized that he was really nobody to be afraid of, on the contrary, he turned out to be a very tender and sweet boy.

The first time you spoke to him it was because you were struggling to open your door while carrying boxes and bags that you had brought from the supermarket. The boy noticed you were having trouble and walked up to you to offer his help, so (still a bit wary) you said yes.

Once he held your purchases, you could open the lock, but when you turned around, you noticed that Sirius was secretly looking at the contents of your bags and when he realized that you had caught him, he blushed.

"Sorry I'm a little gossipy," he said shyly "I'm Sirius"

"I thought you were a gossip"

"No, my name is Sirius" he laughed and it was your turn to blush.

"Oh, sorry"

"Okay, anyone can get confused" he murmured with his charming smile, handing you what he was holding in his hands "I live in the 512" he informed you. Of course, you knew he lived in that apartment; you had seen him come into its thousands of times "In case you need anything. You know, some plumbing or things that have to do with tools and that shit of men" he murmured kindly. You frowned a little and then he quickly added "I mean, it's not that girls can't do that and it's okay if you know how to do those things, you seem like a smart and capable person. It's just that sometimes it's tedious and requires strength... and it's not that you don't have strength, I mean...” Sirius couldn't continue because he heard you giggle and then realized he was looking like an idiot “Just call me if you need anything and if you want to do it, yes?” he explained to you and you nodded with a smile.

"Thanks for offering your help Sirius" you replied, looking at him over your bags.

"You’re welcome, miss..."

"Y/N" you completed. He smiled and wrapped a dark curl around his finger that fell unruly from his ponytail.

"I'll see you later then, Y/N. It was nice to greet you" he said by way of farewell and you nodded to respond.

You haven't felt like this with any guy since you met your dear (sarcasm) ex-boyfriend. The insecurities that he had created in you kept you from thinking about having something else later and you honestly didn't feel ready to have your heart broken again.

But Sirius continued to be kind to you. Whenever he looked at you, he made an effort to have a topic of conversation, even if you were not so eloquent, and little by little, he was gaining your trust and your affection. As the weeks went by, you became good friends who chatted in the elevator or occasionally (when you weren't late for work) went downstairs just to share a little more time.

Until one day Sirius showed up at your door with his clothes stained with something that looked like paint, his hair tied up in a messy way and smelling of burned food. He was so beautiful in his own way and you were so afraid of falling in love with him because you knew beforehand that having something else would be impossible.

After all, no boy would ever love you. It was something that your ex-boyfriend had commissioned to get very well into your head.

"Go out?" you asked a little confused after he asked you. You didn't want to misunderstand things.

"Yes! We could go wherever you want. For ice cream, to dinner, to a park, to the cinema... I don't know, wherever you can think of”

"Why?" was the first thing that occurred to you to ask. Now it was Sirius' turn to look confused.

"Well, I thought it would be an opportunity to meet and... spend more time together" he explained and although you had understood the idea it seemed impossible to think that the boy had any kind of interest in you "But it's fine if you don't want to, I don't pretend be upset"

"I'd love to," you rushed to say, fearful that the opportunity would slip through your grasp. You saw him smile and after exchanging a few more words he left with a smile that you couldn't see, but that was pure joy.

Finally, the day of "go out" arrived and you were about to tell him that you could not go. You were nervous, more than nervous you were anxious about what could happen or what he could say about you.

You had searched your entire wardrobe for something decent to wear and after pulling and removing and taking out the clothes and trying them on, none of them convinced you. You looked in the mirror and didn't feel like it was enough of an outfit to date a man as handsome as him. In the first place, you did not even know why he had chosen to go out with you, because, although you considered yourself a nice person, you could not boast of being the most interesting.

Don't think about it, don't think about it, you kept repeating yourself as you continued to get ready and looked at the wall clock waiting for the time for Sirius to knock on your apartment.

Once you were with your outfit ready, you looked yourself up and down and although he did not completely convince you, you decided to tell yourself that you looked beautiful. Still a little nervous you looked at the makeup bag that was under some things on your dressing table. You hadn't put on makeup for years, because you were still scared to hear the comments in your head with that horrible voice.

You look like a whore.

You shook your head to ward off all the negativity and taking a breath you plucked up the courage to open the zippers and remove the beautiful makeup that you had abandoned. When you were finishing and without giving a chance to regret there was a knock on the door that took you by surprise. You went out and found Sirius wearing a striped t-shirt and ripped jeans that reminded you of that blond singer... Kurt was his name?

"Wow" you heard him say and he caught you staring at him adoringly. But you noticed that he looked at you the same "You are beautiful" he said with a smile. You frowned, again a little afraid that he was lying, but you tried again to push away those ideas of self-sabotage and smiled widely.

"I'm glad you like it. You look very handsome, you look like...”

"A rock star? I know” he said winking at you and managing to make you laugh “It's a joke, thanks for the compliment, sweetie” he replied, with his pretty smile of sealed lips. Just when you were smiling at him you watched him pay special attention to your makeup and put on a face that completely terrified you, taking all your confidence.

"Something wrong?"

"Your makeup" he pronounced. You felt your heart squeeze a little.

"You do not like? I can go take it off if you find it ugly or something like that…”

"Ugly?" he asked offended "No! It’s beautiful, but I feel like it lacks a touch. You know, the cherry on the cake that stands out in your eyes” he explained. You looked at him confused for the third time and he snapped his fingers as if the answer had suddenly come to his head "Eyeliner"

"Eyeliner?"

"Of course! Don't you like to use it? " he said kindly, turning his head to the side. You denied.

"I never learned how to do it" you lied. There was a bit of truth to it, but it also had a lot to do with the fact that he kept repeating that you looked vulgar with the eyeliner.

“I'm good at it! Come with me,” he murmured. He took your hand carefully and dragged you gently through the hall until they reached his apartment. You were a nervous wreck when he invited you to join him. "Sorry about the mess, I'm really the most distracted person on the planet and I forget to arrange things," he said with an embarrassed smile. You looked at some vinyl lying around, clothes, food packages, paintings, a guitar. There was a certain peace and beauty within all that mess, completely reflecting the boy who was desperately searching for his favorite eyeliner.

"Come," he asked once he left his room. You sat in a red leather chair he had and he leaned in your direction, very close to your face "Raise your head and look slightly down" he asked you and you listened. He took you by the chin with one hand and you saw him stick his tongue out just a little bit (as a sign of his concentration) while drawing on your eyelids. When he indicated that he had finished you saw him smile from ear to ear, which you imitated when he saw yourself in a mirror.

"Wow..." you whispered. Years ago, you loved putting on makeup and especially eyeliner, so seeing you again like that you were surprised. Besides, he was right, his hand was excellent at it.

"Now it's perfect, right?" he said excitedly. Perfect, that's how Sirius described what was in front of his eyes.

"Yeah... it looks much better" you admitted shyly. You couldn't believe that Sirius could make you feel so comfortable and calm, as well as help you maintain your confidence in yourself.

"I just hope I don't meet jealous guys for not having someone so pretty accompanying them," he said flirtatiously, making you laugh because of your nerves and making you blush "Shall we go?" he asked smiling and extending a hand to help you up.

You looked at him, still amazed to have found someone like that in your life, and took his hand with a smile.

Who would say that sometimes love stories begin like this?

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Everything You Left Behind | Cha Hyunsoo [Sweet Home]

hyunsoo x gn!reader // (platonic)

summary: with you gone, guilt takes over hyunsoo’s mind

warnings: suicide, mentions of suicide self-destruction & self-harm

my obsession with kizuato from given brought you this

Hyunsoo sat on his bed, staring at the ceiling. It was one of those days again. One of those days when he missed you and all the things you did together. He missed you everyday actually, you used to be together 24/7 after all.

He saw you everyday but he failed to notice that you were hurting too. The pain in your eyes when you treated his cuts, the suffering in your eyes when you comforted him. He failed to notice them all. Maybe it was because he only focused on his feelings, that’s not a good excuse though.

You hated the world too and you needed him to take care of you or at least show you some attention just like you did to him. But he never did. He was mad at you. Mad at you for not sharing your feelings and concerns with him. But then again how could you? He was always down, bruised and depressed when you met him.

He is more mad at himself though, he hates himself. He wasn’t sure why you left. The letter you left for him never said something about how you felt. Not even your last words to him confessed how you felt.

Did you have those scars too? Did you hurt yourself to feel better too? Did you also struggle to breathe while sobbing? Did you also think you weren’t worthy either? Was he the reason you left?

So many questions unanswered. He should have known the answers before you disappeared from this world. He should have asked you how your day went too. He should have been there when you cried alone too. He should have told you that he loved you and appreciated you for sticking to his side. He should have told you that you were the sole reason he held on. He should have been there for you like a real best friend does.

He looked at his only manga collection on his desk. Maria From The Sky, your favourite. You never talked about yourself but you always went off about this manga. He remembers how your eyes sparkled when you talked about it.

Your mother gave him the volumes and he’ll never forget how much he cried while holding the box that they were in. He has read them more than two times each, occasionally taking a break between them to choke some of his sobs because they reminded him of you.

Would you still be here if he had offered you to read them to him?

“The live action is coming out soon, I am sure you would love to watch it.” He spoke to the picture of you two he had on his drawer, a few tears staining his shirt. They fell so quickly, he had no time to wipe them away.

You alway wiped his tears away and hugged him when he felt worthless.

He was planning to watch the live action alone at the local cinema, record it and show it to you when he pays a visit to your grave. He rarely goes out of the house but he decided to for you. He would be able to watch the movie a few days later on the internet but he knows that if you were here, you would make him go with you to the cinema to watch it together.

He got up from his bed to go to the bathroom but tripped. The cups of noodles he had been eating for the past week got in his way. Chicken noodles, your favourite. He hardly ever ate something else. You would always slurp them down together after a good cry of his, you even gave him a small portion of yours since he ate too quickly and you didn’t want him to wait for you to finish.

He eyes landed on the bracelet on his wrist. It used to belong to you, it was the one you wore all the time. No matter the day, you were always seen wearing it. Now he is the one wearing it every single day. He wore it on his right hand, right above his cuts.

Without knowing, he started crying. He has cried so much over you, he thought his heart would be dead by now.

Will he ever feel completely okay again? No, because you are not here.

He implusively stood up and went to his drawer. He got your letter out and ripped the part of it that said: Don’t blame yourself for this, I had fun with you!

He stared at the piece of paper in his hand, his tears eventually blurring his vision.

He folded it and held it tightly close to his heart. He wanted to throw it away, rip it into pieces... but he couldn’t. These were your last words to him, he shouldn’t have thought of getting rid of them in the first place. He blamed himself for your death a lot and you mentioning it on your letter proved how well you knew him.

This time, instead of choking his sobs, he let them all out. He missed you too much and if the world heard, it wouln’t matter.

“Everything you left behind became my everything.”

Days will continue to go by and you won’t be here. Summer, spring, fall and winter will come and go and you won’t be here.

The things he never got to tell you will make him suffer until he forgets about you. He’ll continue to surround himself with the things that you liked and enjoyed to remember you fondly. He’ll treasure those things, now and forever.

To be honest, he still waits for you to come get him out of his room to hang out or walk.

He hopes to see you in his dreams but even if he does, it’s not the same. The image of you from the last day he saw you is printed on his mind. You were smiling but secretly hurting and he had no idea.

No one understood him like you did. Your bond was unique. Even now that you’re gone, he still feels connected to you.

Maybe you two were much more similar than Hyunsoo knew you were.

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