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𝗦𝗲𝗵𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵𝘁 [𝗯𝘁𝘀]

⇉ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 3

[Pairing]

Jungkook x female!oc, bunny!JK x human!oc

[Warnings]

mentiones of abuse, abuse, traumatized JK, humiliating, breakdowns, past sexual harassment, mentiones of violence, violence

[Words]

4.6k

[author]

Here is the next chapter. I really hope you like it. It is so fun writing new chapters and creating a new story.

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Stay safe and healthy!

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[chapter 2 ||| chapter 4]

It had been six days, since the girl had found him inside the dark alley way. Six days since she had taken him in with her, and six days since his world had been turned upside down.

Everything he had ever learned in his life, from which he thought they were right and normal, suddenly seemed to be so wrong and cruel. He wasn’t stupid. Of course, in his past he also had wondered if there was a life for him, in which could just be him.

Bred in a laboratory near Seoul, the capital of South Korea, he was soon adopted by a rich couple from New York who were looking for a rare bunny Hybrid. His younger him was so excited to finally be adopted and have a family, instead of some scary people in white coats.

God, had he been wrong.

He was nothing more than a pet for their pleasure. In every way.

A shiver ran down his spine, when he thought about the times the man had run his hands over his sensitive ears, pressing and twisting them. Or when his hands had gone down over his back and into his pants, so he could pull the soft fur of the boy’s fluffy tail. Sometimes, his hands had gone even further down, pinching or slapping his butt cheeks.

The boy felt his cheeks redden at this memory.

At first, he had thought it was an accident. He had made sure to leave some space between the man and him, or wriggle himself out of the man’s grip. Little had he known that he had made things worse by that.

He had gotten many punishments. Some of them were okay for him. They would made him clean the house or the laundry, and sometimes they had would lock him up in the small chamber next to kitchen without some food or drinks for several hours.

This had been some of the harmless punishments.

If he had been really bad, they would made him take of all his clothes, serving either them or their friends as they were over. Other days, they would punched him with this heavy belt or with a bat.

His eyes swelled with tears at this memories. He had always thought that he deserved all of this. He thought it was normal for Hybrids to be subordinated to human. He thought that every time he got a punishment, it had been his fault because he was such a bad Hybrid.

How could he had been so wrong?

Since the girl had taken him in with her, there had been no point where he had felt the urged to hide himself from her. Not even when he accidently dropped the whole package of flour over himself and the floor, while trying to put it up into the top shelf.

The kitchen had stayed silence for a few seconds, before she broke out into the most beautiful laugher he had ever heard. It was not played or evil or meant to hurt him. It was a real, clear laugher, about a funny situation.

He felt himself warming more and more up with every day, getting more and more comfortable while being around the human girl. He also loved the apartment she lived in.

It definitely wasn’t as big as the former house he had lived in. The apartment was small, but he loved anything about it. He loved the soft sofa that was placed in the middle of the living room that was so soft and warms with all its cushions and blankets to wrap oneself in.

He loved the small kitchen that would send out the mouth-watering smell of food every evening.

He loved the white hallway with the photo framed wall that he loved to look at when he was bored, because every time he discovered a new detail of them. Like two day ago, when he looked at the picture of Hope and the older women and suddenly realized that they actually have exactly the same smile.

He loved his own room with the big, soft bed in the middle, on which he loved to lay and read a book when Hope was busy. He had often wondered when she knocked on the door, but she had told him that this room was his private territory, and no one was allowed to enter if he didn’t want to.

Together, him and Hope even had created some kind of a daily routine.

In the mornings after he would wake up around 7.30 am. he would wait for Hope to be done showering. When she was done, she would leave the bathroom for him to go his routine, while starting to prepare the breakfast.

In the bathroom, he would take a quick shower, brush his teeth and hair and change into some new clothes.

Then, he and Hope had some breakfast together, before they both made the dished and he helped her to clean the table. After the dishes were done, Hope would sit down on the same kitchen table, writing something into her laptop, which she said was very important for her university graduation.

He often was a little bit sad that they couldn’t talk to each other while she was working on her essay, but he still tried to be as quiet as possible.

He then would either try to read one of the books standing in her bookshelf, try to sleep or he would watch some TV with the minimum of volume. But yesterday, he had found something more interesting to occupy himself with.

In the corner of the living room, he had spotted Hope’s old guitar. He was so curious that he had carefully asked her about it, and she immediately showed him how to use it. She said that she hadn’t played it in years, because she was too busy with university. But when she had pulled some strings of the wooden instrument, she created such a beautiful melody and Jungkook thought that it sounded absolutely amazing.

She even said, that him practicing the guitar, would not be bothering her while she wrote her terms. So, he tried to play the instrument while she worked. She had showed him how to google for tutorials on YouTube. At first, he was sceptical when the human in the TV screen began to talk to him, but soon, he had realized that he wasn’t actually talking to him, but for everyone who clicked on the video.

Sometimes, he would catch himself how he watched the girl working at the table. He would just stare at how she cringed her nose while her fingers slide over the keyboard, how she chewed on her lips as she read through the thick book, or how her tongue would stick out of her mouth when she was concentration really hard.

Beside the wife of his owner, he had never seen a human girl before. He only had seen some visitors of his owner, with all their make-up, pushed up breasts, heavy perfume and fake laughers. He never had thought at one of them to be beautiful, but Hope was.

He found out that she actually was a year younger than him, but her personality seemed to be much older than his. She never wore too revealing clothes or heavy make-up, nor did she ever covered her scent with perfume.

When he noticed how creepy he would stare at her, deeply absorbed in his thoughts, he would turn his attention back to whatever he had been doing before spacing out.

Once she would be done, usually around noon, they would both go into the kitchen and bake a cake together, that would be eaten in the afternoon. While waiting for the cake to be done in the oven, they would sit on the soft couch and talk about random things.

Jungkook had to admit that talking to the girl was one of his favourite things to do each day. Not only because she was a really funny person, or because her voice was so smooth and soft, but also because she actually talked and listened to him.

In the beginning, he sometimes had hesitated, not wanting to speak too much. But by now, he wasn’t afraid of talking too much and being punished for it. He just could talk as much as he wanted without being stopped.

Hope had told him some stories from her childhood and live. He listened to every detail carefully, wanting to give her the same attention she giving him all the time. She would tell him stories about different items in the house, and she even explained him the photos on the wall next to his room when he had asked about them.

Now he knew that the older women was her mom, who had sadly died a few year ago during a car accident. He felt sorry for her when he saw a tear leaving her eye and for a short moment, he had thought about hugging her. But only for a second. The pain and fear were still bounded too deep onto his bones.

The younger people next to her were her best friend from High School. He didn’t miss the sad tone, as she told him that they hadn’t had talked recently, because every one of them was busy with university and their own lives.

She had also told him about her college life. From what she told him, he assumed that she must be really smart.

But he was even more amazed when she told him about her future plans. Hope wanted to be a lawyer for Hybrid rights, because she thought that they deserve more rights than they have now. She thought that they should be equal to human and that she wanted to give them a voice by standing up for their rights.

He couldn’t believe that she actually was fighting for Hybrids to have all the same rights than human have.

He imagined himself and how he would leave the house to go to work every morning, like every human did each day. He imagines himself and how he would go shopping all by himself, or how he would just walk around the park whenever he wanted to. It must be great to fell that free.

When they would be done eating their cake in the afternoon, Hope would always clean up the apartment a little bit. She said that she didn’t want the house to be sterile, but she wanted it to be tidy. She would use the vacuum to clean up the floor in every room, while Jungkook cleaned up the kitchen from when they had baked.

In the evenings, they would both prepare their diner, before eating it together, making the dishes and watch some more TV, until they both were tired. They would brush their teeth again, before changing into a pair of pyjamas and then go to sleep.

“Jungkoooook! Can you come here for a second, pleeeaaaasee!”

The Hybrid’s ears shot up high in the ear when he heard the girl’s voice coming from the living room. He quickly closed the book he was reading on his bed and laid it onto his nightstand. Slowly and a little bit scared that he had done something wrong, he walked out of his room. He carefully peeked his head around the corner, looking into the living room.

“Hey Jungkook.” The girl waved at him when she saw him standing in the hallway.

The boy gulped. Hope didn’t look mad or angry, so he assumed that he didn’t do anything wrong. Rather than mad, she looked really excited and happy as she made her way over to the couch where the boy suddenly spotted something big.

He curiously made a step further into the living room, slowly making his way up towards her. His mind was filled with questions when he saw the girl walking up to the big, brown box next to the sofa. It was much higher than the small girl, almost his hight, and printed with many different signs and…warnings?

Don’t shake. Caution, heavy package! Lift with care.

“Don’t look so scared, Jungkook.” The girl smiled at him when she saw how he hesitated to come near her. “I have a surprise for you.”

He watched as she pulled a small pocket knife out of the pocket of her jeans. She stepped closer to the package and quickly slide the sharp blade of the knife over the plastic strings that were wrapped around the big box.

“A Surprise?” He whispered in disbelieve. “For me?”

“Yes, for you, silly.” She smiled again, as she cut the last string, leaving only the tape wrapped around the box. “Now come over here. I need your help with this.”

He made two big steps until he had reached the girl and the package. Hope was already pulling at the tape trying to rip it off. He lifted his arms up to the top of the box, pulling the tape that was placed there.

His mind was still filled with questions. Never in his life had someone bought him a present, not even on his birthday. He wondered why she had decided to buy him something this big and heavy, after all, she already shared her apartment with him, and this was more than he could ever ask for. He wondered what was hiding inside the brown cardboard, but he knew that whatever it was, he would love it.

He ripped the last piece of tape off, throwing it onto the pile on the ground. The girl was already holding her knife, slicing open the brown cardboard of the box. When she was done, she laid the piece of metal onto the dining table, before turning around. Her eyes were flickering between the Hybrid and the still closed package.

“Come on. It’s for you.” She said after a few seconds of silence. “Open it.”

He was still looking at the girl with wide eyes, before he snapped out of his trance, and just pulled the brown cardboard away carefully.

He gasped and took a step back. Now standing in the middle of the living room, was a big, red sack. It was round and about his height, with a big metal chain on the top, along with some red, big gloves. He didn’t know what this was supposed to be. Never in his life had he seen something strange like this.

“Do you like it?” The girl squeaked excitedly while jumping up and down.

Did he like it? He didn’t even know what this things was used for. What was he supposed to answer? She looked so excited and happy, and the last things he wanted was to hurt her feelings.

“I – ehm…” He hesitated for a moment. “I like it?”

His answer sounded more like a question, and the girl didn’t miss that.

“You don’t know what this is, do you?” She pulled her left eyebrow up, while she watched in amusement as the boy struggled to find an answer. He was too adorable. “It’s okay, Jungkook. I will show you.”

She walked up to the red sack, standing onto her tippy-toes to reach the red gloves from the top. She pushed them into his arms and gestured for the boy to pull them over his hands.

“This is a punching bag.” She said as she walked behind the so called punching bag. “You can punch and kick it to get stronger, or when you are angry. I just thought – you once said that you think of yourself being too thin, and since you can’t go out, I thought that you would like something like that. We can hang it up in your room if you, but if you don’t want it it’s okay, then I will send it back. Come on, punch it.”

The boy stared at the red gloved that were now covering his hands, before looking up at the girl, checking whether she was serious or not. When their eyes met, she smiled and nodded at him to go on.

He carefully lifted his left hand in the air and pushed it forward. His punch was weakly, as if he was scared to hurt the bag.

The girl encouraged him to hit the bag harder this time. Insuring him that he was not hurting someone.

Jungkook lifted both of his hands this time, like he was actually preparing to fight someone. He threw another punch at the bag, which was much harder this time. Then he threw another one with the other hand.

Something inside him had just been woken up, and he was surprises by the power behind his punches. Before he had come to Hope, he was thin and weak, almost too weak to hold himself on his own legs.

Though he had gained some more weight over the last 7 days, he still was not happy with is body statue. He didn’t want to seem weak anymore. He wanted to be strong and powerful, so he could protect himself so he would never had to fear some human ever again in his life.

Being roommate with the small girl, he had recently developed the primal urge to also want to protect the female from all intruders and dangers coming from outside. So this punching bag could be a good chance to actually gain some muscles.

Over and over again, he punched the bag harder and harder, until the girl, who was still steadying the heavy sack, stooped him.

“Okay, okay!” She laughed, and immediately, Jungkook stopped. “I think it is better to hang it up in your room, or else you will punch me around the room. Come on, help me carrying it.”

Together, they carried the bag into the Hybrid’s room. The girl also brought a hammer and a hook for hanging up the punching bag onto the ceiling. The boy watched in amazement, as she climbed up onto a chair and bringing the hook into the ceiling all by herself.

When she was done, he helped her to lift up the bag and hang it up onto the hook. Proudly, she stepped off of the chair and rubbed her hands.

“Do you like it?” She asked again, this time more referring to the position they had hung up the red bag.

“Yes. I like it very much.” He just whispered, not knowing how to thank her appropriated. “Thank you…Hope. Thank you so much.”

They looked for another seconds at each other, before she said that she had to do some more work. She was about to leave, when she suddenly turned back.

“I forgot something.” She spoke more to herself, as she ran out of the room, leaving the confused boy behind. She came back a few minutes later, holding something black in her hands. “I actually have another surprise for you. Well…it’s not actually a surprise but more like a recommendation from me to you.”

She walked back inside the room, making her way up towards his bed. She asked him if she could sat down and he nodded, taking a seat next to her. Jungkook could sense her racing heartbeat and her nervousness. She lifted the black object and placed it on his lap carefully.

“This is a notebook. I – I know that you have been through some tough times, and it’s okay that you don’t want to talk about it with me. But if you ever feel like you need to get something off of you mind, you can just write it in here. Believe me, it helps very much to organized one’s mind into a notebook. I used one for myself when I was younger and didn’t want to talk to someone. So – here.”

Carefully, she lifted her hand and laid it on his for a moment. She knew that he was still afraid when it came to physical affection, but she just needed him to know that she cared.

Jungkook just stared at the notebook and then at her hand that was covering his. His cheeks blushed slightly when he realized that they were actually touching. But somehow, he didn’t feel the urge to pull away.

“The Simpsons, again?” The girl groaned and threw her head backwards, closing her eyes. “Don’t you ever get tired of it?”

When she opened her eyes again, she immediately was confronted with those big, brown orbs staring into hers. How could she say no? She sighed loudly, while pressing the right button onto the remote.

“Your play wasn’t fair.” She muttered, as she bent over and snatched the bowl of popcorn out of the Hybrid’s hands.

This day had been more then exhausting for the girl, but also a day of many happy occasion. First of all, she had finally finished the majority of her paper terms. It wasn’t perfect yet, but being done so early she had plenty of time for working on the details.

Jungkook wasn’t so pleased when she had worked twice as long for finishing her terms, meaning that he had to bridge twice as much time alone. He had tried a few times to convince her stop working for today, but when he realized that she wouldn’t go after his demand, he just pouted and went to his own room.

Hope had noticed the process Jungkook had made over the past two weeks which made her extremely proud.

Not only mentally, he became much more confident, but also physically. Since the day she bought him his punching back, he had been practicing almost every day. She would hear the dull tones of his gloves hitting the bag, while she would sit in front of her laptop in the dining room.

His skin and body looked much healthier, now. With his cheeks red and more plump, and with his shoulder and arms that seemed to get much and much broader every day, there was nothing left from the shy, injured boy from two weeks ago.

She had also noticed, that he actually wasn’t too averse to physical affection as she had thought. She thought that she had crossed a border when she touched his hands without his permission a few day before, but since then, he only seemed to trust her more.

He wouldn’t pull his hands away anymore, when their hands accidently touched. He also wouldn’t sit on the couch as far away from her as possible, instead, he even agreed to share the same blanket two nights ago.

He also had taken in her recommendation when she had given him the notebook. She sometimes watched him as he was bent over the small book, writing something in with fast and hectic movements. Sometimes, she wondered if he was actually writing, or if he was just sketching some pictures or signs. But then, he could read, so she assumed that he had learned how to write, too.

When he was done, he would just lay his pen aside, and stare at the book for several minutes, completely spaced out. She wanted to ask him what he was thinking about, but decided to not go for it. He should always have the chance to organize his thoughts without her bothering him.

The second exciting thing that had happened this day, was Jungkook accompanying her towards the grocery store. It wasn’t planned at all, but lately he had asked her more often if there was a chance that he could leave the apartment. At least one time.

Lucky for him, he had a short fluffy tail that was normal hidden by his shorts, and his ears could be easily covered by a beanie. He had looked like a normal, healthy and happy young man, when he had strolled behind her through the hallways of shelves.

It made her even more sat that he indeed was a normal boy. He had never asked to be bred in a laboratory. He had never asked to be threatened like a slave in his own home, and he especially deserved nothing mor than to feel normal. One day – One day he would get the chance to feel normal. She would to anything in her power to give him that chance.

“We can also watch something else if – if you want.” Jungkook ripped her out of her thoughts.

He had curled up under the blanket beside her, nudging his head into the soft pillow behind him. His ears were sprawled out to one side and all over the soft cushion, as well as his deep brown hair. The day in the supermarket had really worked him out.

The boy was so focused on the TV playing his favourite cartoon, that he didn’t notice how the girl took a quick picture of his being curled up on the couch. She looked at the taken picture for a few seconds, before closing her phone and throwing into onto the couch.

A sudden idea came into her head. The boy’s birthday was coming up soon, and she was still thinking of a nice surprise for. She knew he loved all of the photos that were placed all around the apartment. He loved to look at them every morning while she worked, and he loved even more when she told him the story behind every single photo, even if she had told them to him for several times.

What if he would wake up on his birthday, leaving his room and seeing a photo of him framed and hung up onto the wall? She actually like that idea.

She snapped out of her thoughts and looked for her phone. Why did she had to throw it away so far from her? She groaned. If she wanted to memo her idea, she needed to move now. She pushed the blanket away and bent over to reach her phone.

While doing so, she accidentally pushed her hand onto the remote, that laid next to her. The TV screen went black for a moment, before popping up with a new picture.

In the middle of the screen was now a news reporter talking. Hope didn’t pay him any attention. She was still occupied with her phone, when suddenly the Hybrid next to her shot up from his lying position.

He sat straight up, his mouth slightly open and his ears high up in the ear. Like paralyzed, his wide open eyes were fixed on the screen where the report was still talking about something the girl hadn’t caught yet.

“Jungkook?” She asked quietly, but he didn’t’ move an inch. “Jungkook, are you –“

“Shhhhh!” He didn’t even looked at her, as he shushed her shut, pointing his finger wildly onto the TV screen.

“…Unfortunately, the police had not been arriving in time. Witnessers though spotted some of the rarest breeds under the illegal participant Hybrids. Among them were Asiatic lions, some Azawakh dog and even an Amur Leopard. All of these Hybrids belong to the rarest breeds of the world. Dealing or participating them in illegal fighting clubs is highly is highly punished…”

Bullshit. None of those people will ever be arrested, and this guy in the TV knew it. If illegal dealers or ZCM’s, so called ‘Zoo Club Members’ or owners who send their Hybrids to illegal fighting clubs, were caught, there was neither someone who wanted to defend the Hybrids in front of the judge, nor no one even cared to actually bring the case in front of a judge.

She turned her head over to the hybrid sitting on her couch, but she wasn’t prepared for what she saw. When he had jumped up from the couch, she thought that he got scared because of the sudden change of the TV channel, but what she saw broke her heart.

The bunny Hybrid had laid his ears flat against his head, while big tears were spilling out of his eyes. Between short sobs and gasps he whispered two words all over again.

“Jin Hyung.”

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IV.

The next morning you wake up earlier, so you go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for everyone, but after a while Ryota wakes up too with Kazuhiko on his back.

‘Ohāyo Okāsan.’ your baby boy tells you with a raspy typical morning voice.

After you greet them, you wonder where your baby girl is, but then she runs with her open arms to you.

‘OKĀSAN!!!’ She screams with a worried tone, so you pick her up as soon she reaches you.

‘What’s wrong honey??’ You ask her with a comforting voice.

‘Okāsan…’ then she starts crying. Ryota starts worrying too and comes to you two and tries to get Kisara from you, but she refuses.

‘O-okāsan my… I can’t find my gel for hands.’ She cries harder.

‘Kisara it’s okay. Niichan will give Kisara his gel for hands okay?’ Kazuhiko tries to comfort her, but she shakes her head.

‘NOOO I WANT MINE! MINE HAD EEVEE ON TOP!’ She yells this time.

‘Yea.. about that.. I might.. hmm.. gave it to Sakusa yesterday…sorry.’ Ryota tells you scratching the back of his head.

‘Why would y-… nevermind’ You tell him sighing.

‘Kisa-chan, Otōsan will buy you a new. With an eevee one, or whatever you want ok?’

This time she nods and goes to Ryota to let herself get pick up.

[Sakusa Kiyoomi POV]

After having breakfast I go to the bathroom to take a shower.

As the hot water starts hitting my head, I start thinking about her, and memories of when we were together in high school. I start smiling and laughing as I remember how I was the first one that fell for her and the first time I talked to her I said ‘Use this mask and stay away from boys... except me or else you’ll get sick.’

‘Why did I even leave you? If I could only go back time. I would go back to 4 years ago and tell you how much I love you.’

‘Whatever Kiyoomi, she already has a family, it’s time to move on.’

I start getting frustrated so I quickly finish showering and go run around the neighbourhood to clear my mind.

Time passes by and parents with their kids keep popping up left and right of my view, so I start running faster, but my shoes are so worn out that the soles are so consumed that a hole is formed.

‘Great! Now I have to go buy another pair. This day couldn't get any better UGH!’ I start yelling in my head as I make my way back home and start getting ready, putting on the necklace I can’t seem to let go of…

[at the mall]

I now just parked my car, making my way inside the mall and going straight at the sport centre, making sure I have my spray disinfectant and hand sanitizer-

‘What is this?.. A hand sanitizer with a Pokemon in it? Why do I have this? Ah right.. Y/N husband gave it to me.. Tch, whatever.’

I go inside and I hear three familiar voices, too familiar for my liking, they are: Atsumu, Hinata and Bokuto.

‘Shopping with my friends!’ Atsumu says taking a video to post it on his story.

‘Wait, you have friends?’ Hinata says with a mocking face while Bokuto tries not to laugh.

I seriously don’t wanna deal with them right now so I turn around, going to the opposite direction, hoping that they don’t notice me. Arriving at the running shoes isle, I grab their new released one, it’s even in our jersey’s color, it’s all black and there's a little stripe in gold, so I ask the employee if they could give me my size of this model. After she gives it to me, I go and pay for it and right at the exit, I get stopped by a woman and a man.

‘Hello sir! Our pharmacy has a new cleaning product and even a new hand sanitizer! It’s better than the previous one, it’s less stickier and has different scents! The new cleaning product cleans better than any other! We’ll be so grateful if you could at least have a look at it! Have a good day sir!’ The man tells me.

I just nod, those new products don’t sound bad, might as well have a look.

The mall’s big and after walking for a good 5 minutes, I see the pharmacy but I bump into someone.

‘Oh, nice to see you again Sakusa.’

‘Same here Wakatoshi-kun and Kageyama.’

‘Are you here to go to the pharmacy too Sakusa-san?’ Kageyama asks me as we start walking.

‘Yes, what about you two?’

‘We were bored so we decided to come here at the mall.. hmm what about having lunch together Sakusa?’ Wakatoshi asks me.

‘Hmm sure, why not.’ I answer him.

We arrive at the pharmacy and get in line.

‘Wow this guy’s so tall’ Kageyama says amaze by the man with purple hair in front of us, eating snacks as he was waiting to enter the pharmacy with his friend too, me and Wakatoshi-kun agree with him.

We then decide to eat first and come later as the line was long.

After finding for a good restaurant not packed of costumers, we order our meals and few minutes later we start eating.

‘Itadakimasu.’ we say at the same time.

While we’re eating, we start hearing whisperings from the people eating inside the restaurant.

‘They are so hot, omg.’

‘I know right!’

‘Let’s sit on the table beside them.’

‘Wait girls, aren't those Sakusa Kiyoomi, Ushijima Wakatoshi and Kageyama Tobio?’

‘OMG you’re right!’

‘Look! Sakusa-san is so handsome!’

‘I agree, but wait.. look at his necklace.. Isn’t that a ring?’

‘Oh.. maybe he has a girlfriend already…’

As they keep on whispering, we finish our meals and make our way to the cashier, then we go around the Mall to buy new clothes or things we need for our places. It‘s getting late, so I offer them a ride home since we live close to each other, Wakatoshi-kun is beside me in the passenger seat and Kageyama is in the back seat.

‘Sakusa-san, I’m curios too.. why do you have a necklace with a ring? Do you have a girlfriend?’ Kageyama starts a conversation.

‘Hmm no.. this ring belongs to my first love.. even if we aren't together anymore. I just can’t seem to throw it away and i wearing it became a habit.’

‘If it really means a lot to you, just keep it.’ Wakatoshi-kun adds.

‘Yea.. but, how are you guys doing?’ I ask, wanting to change the subject.

‘We’re doing good, tho our manager took a week of to spend time with Kise-san, since he just came back and will be going back to the States in 2 weeks for the NBA preliminaries.’ Wakatoshi-kun answers.

‘NBA? That’s cool, also who’s Kise-san?’ I ask.

‘He’s that blonde haired guy who was with her and the kids.’ Kageyama answers.

‘Ahh.. the father of that cute little boy.’ I say with a normal expression but feeling sad inside.

‘Ah no, he’s not the father.. he’s just Y/N-chan’s best friend..’ Wakatoshi-kun says..

‘The father left Y/N-chan..’ Kageyama continues.

‘The father left Y/N? He really left her to raise a son alone?’ I ask, irritated by the fact that a man left her alone.

‘A son? She has two kids. They’re twins. A girl and a boy.’ Says Kageyama.

‘Twins? D*mn, he still left them? He’s not a man. He’s a b*stard.’

After some time, I proceed to drop Wakatoshi-kun to his place first, then I drop Kageyama, but before he could open the door, I stop him and ask:

‘Kageyama, can I ask you for something before you go? ‘Cuz I feel like I won’t be able to do it if I don’t..’

‘Sure, what is it?’

‘Can I ask you for Y/N’s phone number?’

‘WOW. So you’re that type of guy, huh? That goes after women with kids..’

‘HUH?! It’s not, you weirdo. I have something to talk with her in person, so I need her phone number to set up a rendezvous.’

‘I’m just playing, no need to get so worked up, chill.. alright, it’s …’

‘Thank you, see you later.’ I say after getting the phone number.

‘Hey, don’t try doing something stupid, ‘cuz you’re not the only one with your head on the line. Also thank you for dropping me off. Bye and drive safely!’ He says while he enters through the door without looking back.

Well, now.. How should I even start a conversation…

[Back to normal POV]

[2 weeks later. Kansai International Airport]

‘Well, I guess it’s time to board. I already checked-in..’

‘Otosan.. are you going away?’ Kazuhiko asks with tears in his eyes.

‘Are you coming back?’ Adds Kisara

‘Of course.. I’ll be back in no time and you won’t be able to notice that I’m back. I’ll be gone for a while, it’s not a long time.’ He tells the twins with a comforting voice while he’s on his knees hugging both of them.

‘So, while I’m away, I want you two to eat healthy, grow up faster, always help Okasan and always smile, alright?’ He adds before letting go of the hug.

‘Hai, Otosan.’ The twins answer simultaneously while crying and hugging him tighter.

‘Alright, alright. Kazu-chan, Kisa-chan. Stop crying or he’s going to be late. We don’t want that, right?’ Kuroko takes the kids with Momoi.

‘Kise-kun, good luck for the tournament. Also, say hi to the others from me. Have a nice flight!’ Kuroko says with Kazuhiko on his arms crying.

‘Say hi to them from me too! See you later!’ Adds Momoi with Kisara crying on her shirt behind her.

‘Ryota-kun, say hi to the others from me too, also, thank you for your help at the house and for the kids too. I hope you enjoyed your rest time here.’ You tell him with a little bow and a smile.

‘Of course I enjoyed it! Also, I’ll always be here for the kids, I’m their “Dad” after all.’ He says jokingly with a big smile.

‘You’re right! Then, see you later, Ryota-kun. Have a nice trip, call me after you land, alright?’

‘Alright, Y/N-cchi, stay safe when you’re going back. Kazu-chan, you’re the man of the house while I’m not here, alright? Kisa-chan, don’t cry and smile a lot, you’re beautiful eyes and smile need to be shown more!’ He tells the twin before he turns and goes to the departure gate.

You’re all still there watching his back between the crowds of people passing left and right in front of you. Before Kise makes his way to the gate, he turns one last time and stops to look for you. Once he finds you, he says something that really shocks the shiz outta you.

‘I-love-you, Y/N.’ He says it like a whisper and smiles at you, not knowing that you understood what he said, then he goes straight to the gate.

You keep thinking of what he just said, while your face shows how surprised you are, it’s probably something not important.. but you know what he said. You read his lips even though there’s an ocean of people you could read his lips once both of your sight met each other.

masterpost | III. | V.

FACTS:

Sakusa was pissed that a guy left you with two kids alone, but was also relieved that you don’t have a man in your life.. but he’s now hoping that you and Kise are just best friends.

Kuroko and Momoi are dating.

Kuroko Tetsuya:

Kise is in a NBA team with Aomine Daiki, Murasakibara Atsushi and Kagami Taiga.

Murasakibara Atsushi:

Kagami Taiga:

@rrroadkill @samwise-though @lola2001 @velociraptorenthusiast @mjade1321 @farmertoshi @kurosiee @googiembul @hohoshiumi @floralkawa @miwtze @crapimahuman

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honeytama · 4 years

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Emergency Contact

Spinner (Shuichi Iguchi) X Fem!Reader

A/N: This was so fun to write! I’m loving the idea of phone sex right now, but also the idea of subby Spinner. So why not both? Here’s another fic about my favorite! Tagged: @knifeewifee

Summary: Spinner phone calls his sweet girlfriend late one night to update her on his trip. The next morning, he gets a surprise visit.

Warnings: Smut (18+), established romantic relationship and pet names, cussing, praise kink, JOI (jerk off instructions), masturbation, oral (giving), riding

Word Count: 4.3k

Spinner lays against a plush comforter on the bed of a private hotel room with a throw blanket wrapped around his sore legs soothing him to relax after a long day of fighting. Although, the bed still feels less warm without his most favorite person in the world there with him. His favorite person even compared to the man that inspired him to fight for a greater cause; the entire reason he was away from you right now.

He sticks his neck out every day for his comrades and the people around him so that they’ll eventually have a life better than the one dealt to them. And you’re on his mind the entire way through. He slings his arm over his face, resisting the urge to call you and risk distracting him from the League’s current mission.

Spinner lays thinking about how your body would feel against him, how you would probably be eating room service dessert with him right now, and then seducing him with whipped cream upon your lips enough to get him fucking your supple body into the memory foam mattress. He could even imagine you ordering a breakfast spread the morning after; knowing you so well.

These thoughts that flood his head and warm his face convince him to dig out his cell phone from his sweatpants’ pocket. He taps to your contact and calls, hoping you would pick up soon. There isn't any time difference, right?

—

You sit at your desk working on an assignment for your job, your face leaning in your palm as you click through tens of slides. Honestly, you didn't have to be working that late into the night, but it felt better to have a task to distract yourself from your best friend and lover is away. Within the time you’ve been an item, this incident has only come up a couple times, so it's been difficult to understand the empty feeling you experience in bed each night passing.

Suddenly, your phone starts to buzz against the hardwood of the desk. Picking your hand up from your computer mouse, you flip the phone over to check the contact. Your eyes widen and your shoulders perk up to the name written across the screen. You immediately hit the answer button and lift it to your ear.

“Hi, love,” a smile beaming across your face. “Are you alright?” your excited expression slightly falters when you realize he might be calling as an emergency. Maybe he’s hurt?

“Yeah, yes, I’m just fine, sweetie, hey,” he responds quickly to ease your nerves. “I just wanted to call and catch up while I can. I miss you so much, Y/N.” His voice dancing through the speaker directly into your ear makes him feel closer than he actually is. It’s lower than usual, so probably a mix of the microphone filtering and exhaustion from a long day. Either way, the vibrations of his gruff tone send waves of satisfaction down your spine.

“It feels so good to hear your voice, babe.” you lower your voice to a comforting whisper. “So, what’s up, how’s everything going?’ You move from your desk chair and shut off your computer, deciding to move all of your attention to him.

“It‘s been a lot of work, but everyone here is putting in their best effort,” you hear him say as you climb into your shared bed to rest against the mountain of throw pillows stacked across the headboard. Spinner feels his throat tighten recognizing the sound of the rustling sheets beneath your body. His attention being interrupted by the thought of watching you crawl across the mattress in those mini pajama shorts you usually wear to bed. The cups of your ass showing proudly to him as you sway your hips to tease him before you lay close together. “Actually, speaking of them,” he continues. “We were put up in a hotel for the night and I actually got a suite to myself. Could you believe it, baby?” he laughs softly.

You position yourself snugly into your usual side of the bed. It feels more comfortable to leave his space open, especially when you can still smell his scent on the pillows and favorite blanket beside you. “Oh my god, the League of Villains gets to spend a night in a swanky hotel! That’s so nice, love. I hope you’re enjoying it, I wish I could be there with you,” you gush.

“I know, it would be so amazing if you could come along with me. But, I don't want you to get hurt over my job. That would kill me,” as always, you hear the compassion in his voice that comes whenever he talks about protecting you from his actions.

“I understand, cutie, it’s okay,” you smile. “But, you know I am strong enough to take on some of the people you fight, even without huge muscles like yours,” you tease, your subconscious pushing you to change the subject to something more erotic. You silently hope you could ease his tensions about his dangerous lifestyle. Being alone gives you way more time to wonder about what will happen once he returns, but sometimes it’s even more fun to be impatient.

“C'mon,” he groans. “Don’t say it like that, sweetheart,” laughing as his hand runs through his loose hair. “I still have a few more days out here without you. And, uh, tonight’s the only night I have privacy… It’ll be the only time I’ll get to, ya know…”

“What, I totally wasn’t coming onto you? I wasn’t trying anything, I swear. I was just complimenting the talent of my hard-working boyfriend,” you tease, waiting to pull your favorite reaction from him.

“I definitely wouldn't mind having you come onto me right now,” your touch starved boyfriend says in a low voice, slightly embarrassed by his forwardness. Since being experienced before you, an ounce of attention towards his hormonal brain sends him wanting loads more.

Jackpot.

“You would love it if I came onto your face, huh, love?” you breathe out, a wide grin holding residence on your face.

“Holy shit, yes baby,” he chokes out. His empty hand is already roaming down his abdomen in anticipation.

“Or, my slick easily running down my thighs onto you after both of your cocks stretch me to my limit…” you tantalize, testing the waters for how far he wanted to go.

A low, long groan sounds into your ear. Spinner slowly rocks his hips upward in frustration, his palm finally reaching the top of his prominent bulge.

“If you’re wearing it, pull your tank off, Shuichi,” you gently command.

“Shi-,” he attempts to pull his top off with one hand, but the action taunts him when he realizes to pull it off with both. Removing his hand from his pants, he pulls the tank over his head and shucks it to the corner of the room. The second his attention is back on you, he turns his phone to the speaker to set it on his pillow. Both hands are fully free now. “Love, what are you wearing right now?”

“One of your extra tanks and some soft teeny shorts. Why?” acting oblivious to the actual meaning of his question.

“God, those shorts, I might have been thinking you- in them,” he breathes out. “Could I see? Send a pic, or we could video call. Fuck, anything,” he groans impatiently.

You smile to yourself as he admits to being needy, and it only encourages you to brave up and push into the mood more. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll send you whatever you’d like. Right now you’re just going to listen to my voice and follow exactly what I say for you to do. Deal?” You drop your voice into a sultry tone.

“Deal. I’d do anything,” Shuichi whines.

“Ok,” you pull away from the phone to take deep breaths before continuing. “Relax and lay back.

Are you comfortable?”

“Mhm.”

“With one hand, massage your hard-on over your pants. And with your other… pretend it’s mine as you trail over your stomach,” you instruct sensually.

Spinner follows your words carefully as he grinds his palm into his groin. His fingers wrap roughly around the circumference of the prominent outline in his pants trying to add friction to his prick that rests underneath layers. His other palm slides against his abdomen to lightly caress the muscle beneath it.

Imagining him in such a position, you pull your hand to one of your breasts and roll a nipple between your fingers. The thin material of the tank top is the only thing stopping you from feeling the soft skin of your chest. You set the phone down on the bed on the speaker, and continue your ministrations. “My hand is running against each of your abs, my fingers tracing the intricate grooves made by your scales. You have the hottest body, Shuichi,” you moan into the phone as you begin to pull your shorts down your legs.

“Mmm,” he moans involuntarily. “Ah- tell me, are you- touching yourself, too?”

“You’ll find out eventually,” your tease happily. “Tonight’s about you, and I'm sure you're following my instructions to the letter. Right? Because if not, remember, you won’t be getting any proof of how wet my pussy is tonight.”

“Shit, when you talk like that, I- I can’t- I can’t handle it, Y/N,” he whimpers.

“Well, I really want to see how long you can last, Spinner,” you say pulling your top over your head. “So, you can take your cocks out, now.” He groans as he quickly tugs his sweatpants down his thighs. Both weeping pricks springing free from against the right waistband. Precum clings to his pants creating thin, sticky ropes of a clear liquid that make a mess of his lower stomach. “I'm sure they kinda hurt from throbbing against your pants, aching for some relief. Would you like some relief, sweetie?

“Yea-yes, Y/N,” he stutters.“Please, let me touch myself.”

“Hmm, you may, but just one. Don’t dare try to wrap your fist around both of them.” your voice is low. You lay in bed in only your underwear and quietly pull them to the side to give your clit some relief of its own.

“Ahh, Y/N,” Shuichi moans while stroking his thick cock languidly, tossing glances at his other cock leaking precum against his pubis. “You would give me head if you were here right? You know I can’t stand the teasing when we’re face to face. This feels so- so different. God, you’re so- ah- hot.”

Both of you, especially Spinner, are usually shy about sexual advances in person, so trying this new way of sending sexy messages felt so good. “Mmm, Shuichi,” you breathe out. Your fingers lacing through your slicked folds while you listen to the clicking of each of his jerks through the phone. “Just for that, go ahead and start stroking both together.” You hear him spit into his palm as he attempts to push both throbbing pricks together into one steady hand.

The late-night and the emptiness of both of your rooms are only filled with each other’s moans and pining words calling for each other’s bodies. Your hands move together as your eyes shut to deepen the illusion of his presence.

“I’m- close, I’m gonna,” Spinner grunts out.

Your eyes shoot open. “Wait! I have something for you,” snapping out of your sultry voice as if in an emergency. “Give me one sec.” You pick up your phone from the bed and angle the camera towards your body before sending it off as a text.

Spinner fumbles around with his phone, lacking to be grossed out by his own saliva covered hand as he opens your message. “Ohh,” he grunts. The photo showed the position you’d been pleasuring yourself in; legs spread wide showing off your dripping cunt and fingers resting on your clit. “Fuck! You- you look so gorgeous. God, please let me cum!”

“Go ahead, baby. I wish my fingers were you right now,“ you offer.

“Fuuu- uhh. I'm coming, I'm-” his voice catches before he let out a stream of muffled moans. Both of his cocks shoot ropes of his load onto his abdomen, emptying him until he’s completely spent. Spinner takes deep guttural breaths before letting out a sigh of relief.

“How was that?” you ask nervously, you decide not to go for your own orgasm.

“That was great, I had no clue you could do that! Did you learn that from that one otome game?” he says, genuinely curious.

You laugh and cover your hand with your face in exhaustion. “I’m glad you liked it, but now I’m getting sleepy. I’m gonna get some rest, Shuichi.”

“No problem, you're the best, ya know,” he smiles, exhausted. ”Goodnight, sleep well,” he says lovingly.

“Goodnight,” you smile.

Ending the call, your next action would either be the best decision or one you’d regret. You scroll through your contacts before calling your mutual friend, who also was away on the same mission. The phone rings against your ear as you wait, but it picks up only a few seconds later.

“Hey, sorry if I woke you up, I need the hotel information of where you all are staying. I need Spinner’s room number, too,” you request.

“Aw, do you want to come and visit him? So cute! Fuck off, don’t call me this late again, Y/N.”

—

You walked down the sidewalk of a city a few hours away from your home in one of your boyfriend’s tee’s, leggings, and a tote clutched to your side. It’s early in the morning, you’d caught the train around 7am and prepared a plan while sitting alone in the carriage. You finally made it to the entrance of the hotel with your cell phone in your hand to double-check the room number you’d easily convinced Twice to send you. Walking through the lobby, your shoes echo off the marble floor. You softly say “good morning” to the concierge before walking to the elevators at the back of the room and tapping the up button.

Your stomach turns while you walk down the hallway of his floor. What if he's bothered by you being there? What if the plan doesn’t work out? Either way, he responds, you had at least planned for a sweet day date with him away from his team. With a hopeful expression, you knock on his suite door and shift your feet on the hallway carpet waiting for him to respond.

The clicking of locks opening behind the door elevates your mood before the door is swung open. Your boyfriend in pajamas grins wildly as he pounces on you for a hug. “Y/N!” he exclaims, pressing his snout down into your shoulder. You squeeze him close to your body with both arms thrown around his back, surprised at his forwardness. “What are you doing here! Oh, uh, haha, come inside.” You follow him into the living area part of the suite, closing the door behind you.

“Honestly, I wanted to see you in person after our call from last night,” you admit. “So, I got Twice to share the information with me, I hope that’s ok. I know you don’t want Tomura to find out, but I couldn’t help myself,” you explain.

“No, no, I- I like that you came to me, that’s the nicest thing ever, babe,” Spinner says, pulling your hand into the sleeping area. “But, check this room out! I had a whole queen bed to myself, flat-screen TV…, and a desk!”

You watch him swing his arms around the room to show you as much as he could before he had to check out later that afternoon. His excitement for things he’s passionate about always made you love him more. You lean into his side and place a kiss to the side of his snout. He halts his show-and-tell before turning to look into your eyes, a smile growing on his face. His cheeks are blushing.

“You stole a kiss from me?” He questions. “You know what happens when you do that,” Spinner turns on his fake villainous voice before taking your chin in his hand. And then, starts to tickle your neck.

“Shuichi! Ah, no!” You walk backward into the edge of the bed trying to escape his grasp. You fall over onto the soft mattress when his hands roam to your sides and your thighs, continuing his attack. Always being careful with his sharp nails. “Haha ah! C’mon, Mr. Villain! I promise- I won’t steal another!”

Now, his body is hovering above yours, his long, strong arms holding your body like a vice. He stops to stare at your pretty face that's laughing and smiling because of him.

You stare back while locking eyes with his. Wanting to make the move you’d traveled there for, you rush to the front of his snout and lock your lips with his. Tracing the precise shape of his jaw with your fingers. Your bodies come together, noses nuzzled against the others’.

His strength helps pull you both up toward the middle of the bed. Once reaching a more comfortable spot, you use your own strength to push him onto his back. You straddle your legs over his hips and lean down to kiss his neck. Pressing your hot lips against his skin, you let your tongue slip out before sucking the spot he usually hides under a scarf. You whisper sweetly, “I told you I was stronger than you thought, handsome. How would you feel for me to use you like a toy?” Lifting your head, you watch his blown out eyes in anticipation.

Sunlight pours into the room in rays from the large windows at the side of the room while thin curtains give some amount of privacy. Luckily, you were on a high floor. His brown eyes show amber flecks as the sun hits them. He searches your expression for any sign of a lie or joke. “You want to have sex?” he asks, oblivious.

“I want you to fuck me, love… if you’d like that of course" you whisper.

He can’t believe the love of his life just traveled several hours to do something so sinful with his body. His eyes darken a shade in arousal, hoping you’ll dominate his every move, just as you’d done the night before. “Shit, yes. I need you-”

You raise your shirt over your head to throw it over your shoulder before reaching for the edge of his own. Spinner raises his arms above his head and lets you pull it off of his torso. You kiss his nose before sliding down his body eagerly, taking the waistband of his pants with you. Kissing the lines leading down from his Apollo’s belt, you close your eyes in comfort. When you finally open them again, a flutter of your fingers moves his cocks until they’re hard and straining against your hand.

“Please, suck me. I need your tongue, you’re so good,” he stammers. His index finger is pinched between his teeth as you lick up the full length of his sleek shaft. Once you bring your mouth to his tip, the swirl of your tongue against his hole makes him squirm against the sheets. “Ah, so sensitive,” he whimpers.

You lift your mouth from his dripping prick and smile upwards at his blushing face. “So, you don’t want me to blow you, babe?,” you tease as you stroke him slowly in one hand.

“No, no, no keep going!” Spinner yelps trying to sway his hips in your moving hand for friction.

Your head dips back down to the cock in your hand and you wet your lips before taking an amount of his thick length in your mouth. The taste of his bittersweet precum grazing your palate. He groans as you continue in a bobbing motion reminding you of the night before. Your inner thighs rub together to give friction to your hidden cunt.

You continue to bob your head up and down, pressing your tongue against his shaft. His moans motivate you to take both of his cock tips between your lips; you’re still learning how to completely pleasure both of his members equally. You drag your tongue back and forth along his weeping tips in a swiping motion and watch his reaction from underneath your lashes. The size of his eyes and raised brow make you giggle against him; it gives you even more encouragement to keep going. Giving a kiss on the inner part of his muscular thigh, you sit up and pull your leggings off.

Your boyfriend does a double-take when he realizes you're not wearing anything underneath. “Baby, you’re gonna kill me,” he throws his head back against the pillow. You giggle and climb back up his body while Shuichi’s hands pull your hips into his lap to straddle him again. He rocks your body back and forth easily making your slit slide along the length of his shaft. The ridge before his cock tip hitting your clit with every turn.

“Ooh,” you repeat with every time his hard tip skims your engorged pearl. “I wanna ride your cock, babe,” you moan above him. Spinner’s face flushes as he nods and picks your hips up from his body. He ogles your arousal covering the entirety of his cock before allowing you to take it in your small hand to line it up with your entrance. His focused gaze switches from watching you prod your hole to the lewd expression on your face. Your lip being held between your teeth, you lower yourself onto his cockhead. “Ahh,” you gasp. Your chest quickly rises at the sudden development. The built-up arousal causes your body to fall onto his dick in full. You both groan at the abrupt stretch and tightness of your drenched sleeve wrapped around him.

“Y/N, you’re so beautiful. How am I so lucky?” he gushes. You smile down at him and start your back and forth movements, holding onto his broad shoulders for guidance.

Shuichi caresses your thighs as you ride him sensually. You reach down and run your fingers through his hair as you moan. You continue to roll your hips as he closes his eyes and presses his forehead to yours, "Enjoy yourself. Take me all you want.” Spinner groans at your slow movements; the nails of his forefingers sinking into your ass like lead as he tries to thrust up into you impatiently. You put your entire weight into him as you press his chest down into the mattress; you forbid him from moving without your permission. “You make me feel- ah- So. Fucking. Good,” he grunts with every smack of your ass against his thighs as you bounce on his dick. His other cock lies beneath your spread thigh; it gains pleasure from the fiction caused by you bouncing and grinding.

You breathe heavily above him. The stretch you feel from his textured cock is heavenly, but once he reaches to poke into your cervix it’s difficult to control your rhythm. “Oh fuck! Right there!” The feeling makes you fall from your posture above him to his level. Your arms circle his neck as your chests are pressed together to continue. The curved tip of his cock slides repeatedly into the soft, ridged spot inside of you as he thrusts upwards into your body now. Forgetting about your assertion about taking control, he pistons his hips forward from the mattress into your sopping cunt over and over again; he’s only trying to get you to your climax now. The feeling of your pretty little hole tightening tells him your close to coming undone.

“Fuck, yes, just like that! Please, a little more,” you groan into his shoulder. You whine after each of his thrusts into his neck. Your words of praise becoming mush as he plows through your body.

“Fuck, I can feel you-. You’re all mine, ugh, you’re pussy is all mine, huh?,” he grunts into your ear. “Cum on my cock. I want it, baby, please- Give it to me!” he says in rhythm to each one of his thrusts as he holds your hips down into his groin.

A large knot in your stomach tightens abruptly and your throat catches before you feel the snap coming. His words encourage your body to let go as your face the orgasm you had denied yourself the night before. You let out a flow of whines and “yes’s” riding your high on his pulsating prick. The next moment, you watch as Spinner’s snout turns upwards and his eyes roll back into his head as he unloads thick strings of warm cum into your cunt. Your exhausted walls unable to give him more before his slippery cock slides out; it lands on his abdomen with a smack in a pool of cum from his other cock.

Shuichi holds your hips above him as you both come down from your highs. His fingertips gently sliding over the indentations from his nails on your ass cheeks and thighs. You place a long kiss on his snout and cheek before throwing yourself to his side on the bed. You both let out deep sighs in pleasure as you both turn to look at one another in awe.

“So,” you laugh. “I planned a cute breakfast date out on the town, but this feels so nice,” you say, smiling.

“A date, with me?” You giggle and nod. His face is flushed, but he responds to you in the same amount of contentment, “I still want to experience the room service, so let’s clean up and I’ll order whatever you want.”

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mysticalsashaxoxo · 4 years

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The Inevitable Fate

(A PBIO/IOTNBO Fanfiction)

SUMMARY: [MODERN SETTING AU] It was a mistake. Something that should be forgotten. She doesn’t even know that man’s name but he left an impression. A really lasting one at that. Years passed and she still remembers. What will happen if Mun-yeong meets the nameless man again when she returns back to Seoul?

“Okay, okay, Let’s talk later Juri, I’m here already.” Munyeong told her best friend over the phone as she close the door of her Volvo S90 sedan. Cursing when she dropped her folder making the papers in there scatter on the parking lot. “Ugh. Dammit.” She’s already late as is, she needs to hurry up. After picking the papers she went to her trunk to get the bouquet she bought on her

“That’s why I told you to take the day off today! Today is an important event I can’t believe you’re running late!” Juri chided. She’s now inside the auditorium, keeping her eyes lock on its door, checking if her friend is already in the vicinity. “They’re about to perform next come on!”

“I know okay, I’m already in the elevator, I’m hanging up.” She replied as she sprint towards the stairs, she saw a lot of people waiting for the lift, she couldn’t afford to be later than she already is or Juri would kill her.

“Ugh. Why did I not change my heels?” She said as she struggle to go up the staircase. Holding on its railing for dear life. The event she attended earlier requires a formal attire, so she opted to wear her killer heels, not knowing that she’ll have to ran up the stairs with them.

When she opened the auditorium she was so breathless she thought she would faint. Eyeing on the seats she saw Juri waving at her with her phone so she hurriedly went there to sit.

“Here, water. They’re about to start after this intermission.” Juri said while handing her a bottled water. “I’m so excited, I’m sure it’s gonna be cute.”

“Anything she does is cute to you.” Munyeong muttered after chugging on her water.

“Anyway, I heard that The Moon Gang Tae will also be here, they said he’s really handsome, can’t wait to catch a glimpse of him.”

“Who’s that?” Munyeong asked, not having any clue on who she’s talking about. She’s been away for almost seven years, she just got back six months ago. She’s not much of a current-events person either so she doesn’t know who this person was.

“Goodness, And you call yourself an art person when you don’t know who Moon Gangtae is.”

Well, Munyeong being an author doesn’t really mean she’s suppose to know everyone in the art industry right? I mean Literature Arts is just one branch in its humungous umbrella. So she just shot a questioning glance at Juri.

“He is from a family of famous artists. His brother is an esteemed painter, considered to be the next Vincent Van Gogh of this generation, while him on the other hand is a renowned potter. His pieces are being auctioned at about millions of dollars come on!” Juri said exasperatedly with all the funny hand gestures she couldn’t help but laugh. “They sponsored this event you know! Didn’t you read the pamphlet?”

“Okay okay I’m sorry for not knowing. You know how I become a hermit every time I start writing. Oh. The lights are dimming, they’re gonna start.” She said as she straightened to watch the performance.

Small children then entered with their adorable costumes as they sing and dance, She couldn’t help but take out her phone to snap shots and videos too. When she glance sideways, Juri was holding her camera with big lenses that makes it look like a telescope. Leave it to her to take professional photographs in a children’s charity event.

“Look at her she’s so adorable! What’s the theme again?”

“It‘s about the story of reincarnated gods.”

“Look at this shot! Oh my, she’s so beautiful.”

Munyeong just chuckled at her best friends antics, she’s so into what she’s doing, taking photos with her camera like she’s afraid she’s going to miss anything if she blinks. She’s so glad to have her, Juri was the one who pulled her out of her dark box years ago, when she doesn’t know what to do she was there to help her through.

When the performance ended, a big round of applause was heard as the children go out the stage for the curtain call. You can hear the chattering of the people inside the auditorium as the lights slowly open.

“They’re finished, let’s go backstage to hand her the bouquet.” Munyeong said after grabbing the bundle of pink flower she brought from earlier.

“Okay, wait a second you go ahead. I just need to go to the comfort room. I was holding it for quite a while now.” Juri said as she hurriedly walked back to the comfort room’s direction.

As she went backstage, parents are all over the place praising their children for their wonderful performance. It was kind of crowded she had to crane her head to search but she couldn’t find her.

“You made it!” Munyeong heard, when she turned she saw Han Byeol still on her sunset coloured costume.

“I wouldn’t miss it. Here I bought this for you, congratulations, you did well.” She said as she kneeled to hug her daughter. Her hope, her life, her guiding light.

“Thanks Mom! By the way remember the guy I was talking about?” Her daughter quipped after she released her from the hug.

“Who? The one who teaches you how to sculpt?”

“Yeah! He’s here! I told him to meet you come on.”

She found herself being pulled by the small girl deeper inside the backstage. Her phone rang so she pulled it from her skirt pocket, It was Juri so she answered.

“Hey, yes I already saw her, we’re still here at the backstage. Okay we will wait for you just——-“

She was cut off when her daughter tugged her as she pull on a suit of a man who got his back on them.

First thing she noticed was his broad shoulders, and firm back. Just by glancing at him like that you can easily surmise that he’s a good looking man. How on earth did her daughter found a man like that she wondered.

“Mom, here. He’s the one I’m talking about!”

Her whole world stopped.

She could vaguely hear Juri on the phone as the man turned around to face her.

She knows this man.

It was him.

“Mister! This is my mother, I told you she’s pretty right?” She heard her daughter say.

The man inhaled a sharp breath. Giving away that he too, remembers.

They both stared at each other, completely surprised to see one another.

“uhm. I’m Moon Gangtae.” He said as he awkwardly offer his hand to her.

Her heart was beating fast. How could this happen? How could they possibly meet again?

“Mom?” Her daughter tugged, she must have been immobile for a while.

She cleared her throat and accepted the hand.

“Hello, I’m Ko Munyeong, Han Byeol’s Mom.”

She said with a smile as she shake the hand of the man who fathered her child.

#hyunji fic #pbio fic #itsokaynottobeokay #psycho but it's okay #kim soo hyun #ko mun yeong #moon gang tae #seo yea ji #psycho but it’s okay #iotnbo fic

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JUSTICE FOR JESUS — Misconceptions & Prejudices about the Faith in the Biblical Jesus Christ.

PART TWO: But why are Judaism and Christianity extremely different from one another, if they worship the same God?

The short answer is: Satan has infiltrated Christianity around 300 A.D. and turned it into something ENTIRELY else than God said, and Judaism developed to be an extremely religious system with 48942084 rules on top of the rules that YHWH originally established for Israel - like the food laws (which according to modern Science are for a very good reason and me personally, I try to eat as „kosher“ as I can as well because I know God doesn‘t say ANYTHING just to show His dominance, He ALWAYS has 100% good reason to say things and usually all these things are in OUR best interest). Also, at some point Judaism had all the oral traditions of the Rabbis, and the Kabbalah, which is 100% mysticism and magic, when God makes abundantly clear from the VERY beginning that He HATES sorcery, witchcraft, divination, all kinds of occult secrets and arts; and He has all reason to do that. Which you will probably only understand if you watch this video series

I‘m going to adress „Christian Witches“ and „Christian Mystics“ for a second directly and I pray you would listen and REPENT because God makes it abundantly clear that you can not serve two Masters, there‘s no way you can be God‘s child and dabble in occult practices. The Bible says very clearly that everyone gets judged according to their knowledge. So, knowing the Truth about God and Jesus, you still decided to turn your back on Him and mock Him and His Truth („Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.“ — Galatians 6:7) - I really don‘t want to be in your shoes when Judgment Day comes. I understand that you have been hurt by the institutional church, that you needed „more“ than „this“ and that you thought Occultism would make you more „spiritual“ and more „fulfilled“; thousands of Christians have been hurt by the church and dabble in the New Age. But there‘s NO WAY that God will forgive you for being a CHRISTIAN WITCH. It‘s. Not. Possible.

The longer answer is: From the moment Jesus was crucified and was raised to life again by his Father, the Devil knew that he has literally NO POWER anymore. Satan has held humanity in chains since practically the beginning of time, because he had the keys to Sheol since Adam and Eve fell into a linear existence in Eden and would ultimately die, and every single descendant of them (to be more specific it is the Father who bequeathes the spiritual nature of a human, that‘s the whole point of Jesus having a human virgin mother and God Himself as His Father) would be under the curse of death, and when people are afraid to die someday, well, they do all kinds of ridiculous things. The only way Satan can accomplish his goals (of ruining every single person on the planet) is to discredit, confuse and alter the work that Jesus finished on Golgotha. So basically, He can‘t change that it‘s all done, but he can change the way we perceive Jesus; he can change the way we collectively think, behave, feel, act - to take us away from God and His Truth as far as possible; he can change the way how humans „interpret“ God and Jesus and what has been done for us, he can basically distort EVERYTHING, except the fact that it is DONE. He KNOWS there‘s not much time left for Him - because Satan is a diligent student of Bible prophecy and uses literally EVERY flawed translation, every piece that could slightly be misunderstood and develops WHOLE doctrines and denominations and cults of them; in some few cases he even managed to alter the text of the Bible entirely to create a doctrine, today the CORE doctrine of Christianity - without it, you can‘t be a pastor or preacher without getting extreme backlash and will be considered a Heretic or cult leader, and that „you would lead people astray“, and this doctrine will steal your salvation and 90% of all Christians don‘t even notice it, it‘s just so sad. And when you speak up against this doctrine, the Holy Christians suddenly become nasty and call you a Heretic, like? Yes, of course that is God‘s Holy Spirit dwelling within you, and not that counterfeit one from Satan (because Satan can disguise as an angel of Light if he needs to, he once WAS the most beautiful and glorious Angel in Heaven, but his pride and arrogance ruined his heart. So basically, YES, Lucifer‘s/Satan‘s powers are VERY real and VERY powerful, but he will NEVER be as amazing as Jesus, and he most certainly will NEVER be as amazing as God, who created him!)

Basically, when Satan knew that the brilliant plan of Salvation was accomplished when Jesus was raised alive again after His crucifixion, he tried his first attack: relentless persecution of the Apostolic Church from 31 A.D. until ~320 A.D. through both the Jews and the Romans. But Christianity EXPLODED to that time, because the Gospel was pure, the Apostles and Disciples were extremely effective and the body of believers was just amazing. Then, Satan noticed that the message of Salvation in Jesus spread so hard that there was no point in persecuting every single Christian, so his new strategy was to infiltrate it and morph it from within.

“From the first moment of his accession declaring himself the protector of the church...the first emperor who publicly professed and established the Christian religion...rendered Christianity the reigning religion of the Roman empire” The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, Edward Gibbon, Vol 2 Chap 16, pg 138.

This was no other than the Roman Emperor Constantine who professed to be converted to Christianity in 323 A.D. himself, but his belief at best was a blend of paganism and Christianity for political purposes, to keep unity in his empire. This change of events was the reason why pagan and occult practices, traditions and beliefs from Ancient Babylon could infiltrate the true Gospel of Salvation, and sadly it‘s been like that EVER SINCE.

So basically, there‘s no reason at all why Christianity and Judaism should be THIS much of a difference. The faith should be the exact same with the only (major) difference, that one group accepts Jesus, the Son of God, and gains everlasting Life and the other group refuses to accept Jesus, and will not. But both groups have developed into something that God absolutely never wished for. Christians always feel like they are so high and mighty and yet they have NO IDEA that they will not make it to Heaven themselves, because they ALL teach, believe and practice doctrines and traditions (of men) that have NOTHING to do with the God of Israel and mock Him without even knowing it. God says in the Bible that people who diligently SEEK Him and who don‘t fall for man-made doctrines and traditions, THOSE people who overcome the world and overcome THINGS OF THIS WORLD with the magnificent power of Christ, will have Everlasting Life.

Satan raised up his own „Christian“ church through pagan Rome and when he made it big and strong enough, he went back to his first strategy: relentless persecution and execution of true Bible-believing Christians, which we all know as the years of Papal Supremacy or „the Dark Ages“ from 538 A.D. to 1798. And why was it dark? Because there was no spiritual light in the world: The Papacy has managed to destroy all of the ~500 different language translations of the Bible in that time, the common people had no access to the Word of God and the only language the Bible was available in was Latin, and most people could not read Latin. This was a truly dark time for humanity and believers in God. And then, thank God, the protestant Reformation started, the Bible got translated for the common people again, preachers stood up for the Truth of God‘s word, risked their own lives for spreading the true Gospel, got rid of a lot of the terrible blasphemy in those days, millions of true Bible-believing Christians got burned alive as Heretics and Witches, only because they wouldn‘t bow down to the Papal Church.

Sadly, they as well, adopted an essential doctrine from the Roman Catholic Church and so now today, only people who are not indoctrinated by Religion and discover God, Jesus and the Bible for themselves, without Church, Pastors and Creeds, have the Truth of God. I remember at the beginning of my walk with Jesus, I‘ve thought I need to find a church congregation and attend church every Sunday and so I‘ve tried it once. My local Church is a VERY beautiful church on the inside and I was moved to tears just being there, but as soon as I listened to the sermon, felt the atmosphere and saw the other people in there, i just KNEW in my spirit that God is not present at ALL. It was very disappointing and so I never went to church again. Ever since then, I‘ve learned A TON and know exactly why I had felt this way. God truly is not in the institutional Church - how could He, when all churches belong to Satan?

Up until this day the Papacy, who claims to be the Mother of ALL churches, even the protestant and evangelical ones, says things like: „Let Judaizers be anathema!“ which means that people who practice Jewish traditions rather than Catholic traditions should be accursed (!) as if the Jesus that walked the Earth 2000 years ago was a Roman European and NOT A JEW, like..????. It‘s just bewildering what Satan has accomplished to make people stray away from God and His Son.

In case you ever wondered why „Christian“ Holidays, rituals and beliefs are so similar to the ones of Pagans, why monumental church buildings have been planted on ancient sacred pagan sites, why Christianity seems like a „high and holy“ version of Paganism - it was NOT God, it was NOT Jesus, it was NOT even the Bible, simply said: it was the Roman Catholic Church (Satan) and no one else. 98% of all things that Catholicism believes, teaches AND REQUIRES is absolute blasphemy when you take God‘s Word as the highest authority (which the Scriptures says we SHOULD do, lest we be deceived, nothing will ever contradict the Bible that is true and of God) yet Catholicism is the largest, most influental and most powerful Church; how? Because the Papacy developed something that is called „Papal Infallibility“ which enables them to literally be the scum of the Earth (if you think that I am being rude, please read the following picture carefully) without facing any repercussions!

Maybe it becomes more clear now why Christianity is utterly misunderstood, hated and judged. It was not Jesus Christ, it was „MYSTERY, BABYLON THE GREAT, THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH.“ — Revelation 17:5 .... and Christians today get confronted with, for example, the Crusades and how Christianity is the worst Religion in the world and they don’t even know how to answer because they never cared to investigate their own Faith! Every evil deed that has ever happened within “Christianity” was, in fact, the Roman Catholic Papal Church who belongs to Satan himself.

According to an Ex-Jesuit (special order of Roman Catholic Priests) whose whistleblowing testimony I‘ve posted a few posts back, the Opus Deii (who disguise themselves as „Christian Democracy“ like my country pretends to be) is an arm of the Jesuit Infiltration that is responsible for the Illuminati, the Masons, the New Age Movement, the Trilateral Commission, the Club of Rome, and many more; and all of them serve just one purpose: The total control and world domination of the Roman Catholic Church (Satan).

If you love Jesus and are a Catholic brother, PLEASE LEAVE IT BEHIND.

Thank God that He not only gave us our world, our existence, and his Son Jesus, but also the Bible, which tells us EXACTLY what is going to happen and who the Enemy is, when we make the effort to study, and keep Jesus close to our hearts.

It grieves my heart that God and Jesus are so misunderstood because of Satan‘s works and that millions, the majority of all humans that ever lived and all humans that live right now, in these last days of humanity, are all deceived and will perish. And to any other generation in the past I would have said „well.. at least you had an entire human life experience, if it made you happy, then so be it“, but this generation right now, is the one that will regret their decision the most because every person under 60 will not even be close to having an entire human life experience, nor will it be happy. The worst thing is that which is going to manifest until ~2025 will not even be worth considered as a whole „human life experience“. If you think that Covid-1984 was a tough year, buckle up, because from now on it‘s going to get worse and worse.

I know I say this a lot but today I cried on my way back from the supermarket because it‘s just so devastating to see Prophecy unfolding right in front of my eyes and everyone is VAST ASLEEP. People STILL wonder why it was possible that Hitler (who, by the way, was a Catholic, not a true Christian like he claimed, no wonder he was deeply wrapped up in the Occult) rose to power, how it was possible that we Germans didn‘t notice and didn‘t do anything to stop him from the evil things he did, why we gave him power and authority ... One word: Propaganda. Germans back then were absolutely brainwashed, just like today, WE are being brainwashed globally. And I can PROMISE you 100% that you WON‘T like where our world is heading and everyone will cry „but how could this happen?“ just like they cried about Hitler.

I pray that God‘s chosen people wake up in time, that these posts can help someone to find Christ, see through the deceptions of this world and be set free from Satan‘s bondage. Life is so much more than what we think it is, and honestly, if you‘re like me; always craved for deeper connections, more support and more honest affection in your social circles but never received it, always felt like an alien to everyone else, never had anyone to talk to about meaningful things because everyone was just shallow, then please just maybe consider Jesus as your best friend, because HE LOVES YOU and you will never ever be lonely ever again and you will always, always feel loved and „at home“. Jesus is literally the BEST thing that has ever happened to me, and I truly tried to be happy in this world. You have NO IDEA what I‘ve experienced in my 30 years, I‘ve literally experienced ALL OF IT, and nothing has ever given me peace and love and sanity. Only Jesus. I will never exchange that ever again for nothing! And I wish this experience to literally everyone because it‘s the most beautiful thing ever.

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#Jesus Christ #christian witch #jesus loves you #God is Good #spirituality #catholic #paganism

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thewriterofkpop · 5 years

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GOT7 with a Y/N who practices to do hair because she got the notice that she will have a daughter

,,I‘m going… keep me updated, okay?“ your husband told you and tried to make sure that you would keep him updated on your baby’s well being.

You nodded and kissed him, walking him to the door.

,,I‘m sorry that I can’t come along…“ he mumbled again.

,,It’s okay, you have a comeback. I understand that,“ you said.

After all, you were married to GOT7‘s leader.

He smiled and kissed you again before closing the door.

A few hours later, you took your purse, walked out, and took a taxi, ready to see your doctor.

,,Is it okay that you’re here today?“ Jinyoung asked JB, almost whispering.

,,She completely understood it, but you know, I still feel guilty,“ JB laughed in irony.

Just a few minutes later the door opened and even though the boys were just taking a break, everyone jumped up.

You entered the room with a bag full of pink glitter and a doll with long hair.

,,Jagiya, come here and let me test something out!“ you blabbered and quickly put some flowers in his hair.

,,HAHAHAHA!“ Yugyeom began to laugh while he clapped his hands while Jinyoung took pictures.

,,What are you planning to do?“ JB asked you, trying hard to not say it in an annoyed way.

,,I‘m practicing,“ you simply replied.

Everyone stayed silent to think about your words.

Suddenly, your husband jumped up and looked at you.

You suddenly began to cry and that’s when he finally understood.

,,A girl?“ he asked you while everyone around you guys laughed happily about the notice.

Mark

,,Huh?“ Mark and Youngjae wondered when they came home.

,,What happened to Milo…?“ Youngjae asked.

,,I wonder too…“ he laughed while he saw his dog.

When he entered the living room, there was even more.

Not only was his dog decorated like a Christmas tree with blue and pink hair clips, but all over the table you had brushes and papers with instructions on how to do girlish hair.

Somehow, you suddenly had a big doll with long hair and a few wings.

,,Do you want to become a hair stylist?“ Mark asked and approached you, kissing you deeply and stroking your belly.

,,No, I just went to the doctor and-”

,,Doctor? Why?“ he quickly cut you off.

Panic was written in his eyes, but you didn’t even look up.

Usually Mark managed to come along to every appointment.

,,I felt sick and some kind of pressure, but that’s not the point-”

,,Pressure? Sick?“ Mark shockingly asked you.

His voice suddenly trembled.

,,Why didn’t you call me?“ he asked you.

You were perplexed.

,,Your comeback…“ you guilty mumbled.

,,Yes! But I‘m your husband first!“ he whined and kneeled down.

,,How are you now?“ he asked you, feeling pretty bad that you felt sick without telling him.

,,Could you first let me finish?“ you chuckled and touched his cheeks.

,,It‘s a girl, Mark. A girl,“ you began to sob in happiness.

Jackson

,,Yes, I will be careful… yes… I know,“ you giggled over the phone as you looked to the monitor that was actually monitoring your heart frequency.

You cut the call and laid your head back as you pulled out a journal and read through it.

You wanted to know how to make hair look beautiful. After all, you just got the news that you would be giving birth to a girl.

,,You lied!“ the door suddenly opened and all the members of GOT7 stood behind him, your husband.

,,You fainted!“ he argued.

Apologetic, you closed the journal and stopped to tie your hair.

Jackson Wang, the most emotional man you ever saw, looked at you.

Your big belly, your hands on it on a hospital bed.

,,Why? What’s wrong?“ he asked you.

You smiled and explained that you just fainted.

,,I just felt sick and suddenly I laid here. Nothing is wrong! You can even ask the doctor! I just didn’t want you to be worried over something so trivial,“ you laughed.

All the boys turned away when they saw Jackson’s face.

,,Trivial?? IT'S YOUR AND OUR BOY’S LIFE!“ he complained.

,,Nope,“ you simply answered.

,,It’s a girl,“ you laughed and showed him the sonogram.

,,Oh, JB! Lend me your long hair!“ you began to laugh when suddenly Jackson hugged you and sobbed into your arms.

,,Don’t hide things like that from me, Y/N…“

Jackson begged one last time before he smiled brightly at you with teary eyes.

Jinyoung

,,Ahh…“ Jinyoung sighed as he left for work.

,,Come on, it will be funny!“ you tried to make him feel better.

,,Yes, but it’s also funny with you,“ he complained and packed his things.

He had to leave for three days while you were pregnant.

He hated to leave you alone and now that you were pregnant, he hated it even more.

You gave him a last kiss before he closed the door.

These last three days you spent watching YouTube videos about how to insert hair clips and how to put flowers in hair.

,,Let’s visit them!“ you laughed, something you actually planned.

You wanted to pick up Jinyoung on his last day and actually tell him that your baby was a girl.

You put together everything you needed: a brush, flowers, and some clips.

,,Oh, Y/N!“ JB greeted you as he opened the door for you.

,,Oh, I need you for a moment!“ you laughed which made him nod.

,,Why did you come? It’s dangerous alone…“ your love told you and kissed your forehead after you greeted everyone.

Jinyoung observed you with worried eyes as you began to style JB‘s long hair.

,,Y/N, what are you doing?“ Mark laughed when he saw the yellow and orange clips in his leader‘s hair.

You looked at Jinyoung.

,,Practicing. Jinyoung, you should do the same,“ you told him.

He widely opened his eyes before he came to you and lightly hugged you.

Afterwards the members made you teach them on Jb how to do hair.

All uncles needed to learn, after all.

Youngjae

,,Oh, sister-in-law, hello!“ Youngjae greeted his sister in law when he came home.

,,Hi, Youngjae!“ she laughed and stayed silent again after you pulled her hair.

,,I need to do this correctly!“ you laughed.

,,What for?“ Youngjae laughed as he kissed you.

But instead of you answering him, he immediately asked you where his brother was.

,,Oppa went out to buy food,“ you quickly told him.

,,Hello, Coco!“ Youngjae laughed when he saw his white dog finally approaching him.

,,Yes, I missed you too!“ he laughed and let his dog lick his face.

Indeed, half an hour later the long awaited brother returned home.

Bags were filled with all kinds of dishes.

,,Oh, Y/N, this looks so good!“ he said when he saw that his wife‘s hair was braided.

,,But I think Youngjae needs more practice,“ he laughed and looked at his brother who looked at him.

,,What for?“ he asked him before he realized.

,,Wait, you know the baby‘s sex?! You went without me??!“ he whined.

,,No, the doctor mistook something and called me and told me,“ you quickly told him.

,,Oh dear! A girl!“ he smiled and kissed you happily.

And since then, both of you spent your days watching hair styling videos on YouTube.

BamBam

,,Oh, I didn‘t expect this, haha!“ you laughed when you looked at all the dolls your husband bought you.

,,Let’s practice together from now on!“ he laughed and kissed you.

Bambam was excited to have a girl.

You one day joked and told him that now you needed to practice to style hair, but suddenly a few days later your living room seemed as if you were a professional hair stylist.

,,Okay first, you need to brush them,“ you explained and both of you began to brush hair.

,,Then, you need to part the hair…“ you mumbled.

Both of you worked hard to make sure that you would be able to style hair well.

Bambam even began to practice with your hair.

,,So that I can take a matching mother-daughter picture?“ you asked him, overly happy.

BamBam laughed.

,,Ah, so jealous! Maybe I should let my hair grow too?“ he asked you and went on with styling.

Yugyeom

,,Good morning… feeling better?“ he asked you.

The day before you went to sleep early because of dizziness.

You nodded and kissed him.

,,Today‘s my appointment, right?“ you asked him sheepishly.

Yugyeom nodded and nuzzled his head against your skin.

Slowly but safely, you guys started to get ready to go to your appointment.

,,I‘m so nervous… we’ll be able to find out the baby’s sex today…“ you chuckled and took Yugyeom‘s hand.

He laughed and helped you to walk up.

The wait was painful, but worth it.

Two hours later, you both stood in a toy store, looking for dolls for the nursery and bought a lot of hair clips.

,,Ohh, a girl! I can dress her beautifully!“ you laughed excited and looked through all the pictures where they explained how you could use the hair clips.

The boys, who came to visit in the evening, were then dammed to stay with pink clips, especially JB whose hair was braided beautifully with a lot of flowers.

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Miyase Go STORY 1 Chapter 12-4

Subbed video: STORY-1 12-4

-Movie Theater-

Miyase-san first took me to a mini theater.

[MIYASE]: “Going to the movies together really feels like a date. Haha.”

[REI]: (He’s in high spirits......Cute.)

The posted time schedule was filled with indie films and revival screenings.

[MIYASE]: “It seems that a movie called “Attack of the Killer Bell Peppers” will be screening in 15 minutes.”

[REI]: “It says it’s a movie from 40 years ago. I’ve never watched it before.”

[MIYASE]: “From the synopsis, is it a horror genre?”

[MIYASE]: “Monster peppers attack humans......”

[REI]: “Monster peppers......I can’t imagine it, but it might be surprisingly scary.”

[MIYASE]: “If Rei-san is scared, would it be better not to, then?”

[REI]: “Scary things are as scary as people, but since we’re here I want to try seeing it.”

[MIYASE]: “Then, I will go buy the tickets.”

[REI]: “Then, I’ll be in charge of drinks. Do you want anything?”

[MIYASE]: “Cola, please. Haha.”

-In town-

[MIYASE]: “Kuku......-, aha-, it’s no good, I just remembered it. Ahaha.”

[REI]: “You’re still laughing......”

[MIYASE]: “Sorry. Because Rei-san’s mumbling while watching the movie......Fufu, it was too funny.”

[MIYASE]: ““You’re kidding me......” you said, ahaha. I can’t help but laugh.”

[REI]: (Miyase-san really does have a strange sense of humor sometimes......)

[REI]: “Sorry I infringed on manners.”

[REI]: “But doesn’t that movie make you want to mumble stuff?”

[REI]: “Because on the way, didn’t you see the monster peppers moving the truck?”

The contents and level of completion were so different that I searched online after the movie was over.

“Attack of the Killer Bell Peppers” was a famous movie that was popular as a cult in many ways.

[MIYASE]: “Ahaha. It was really the most fun I’ve had watching a movie in my life.”

[MIYASE]: “Now then, where do you want to go next?”

[REI]: “I’m fine with anywhere......Ah-“

[MIYASE]: “Hm? Do you want to enter that shopping building?”

[REI]: “If Miyase-san won’t feel bored, then I want to go.”

[REI]: “When I was choosing clothes for today, I thought there weren't many summer clothes I had.”

[MIYASE]: “There’s no way I can be bored when I’m with Rei-san.”

[REI]: “Nh......”

[MIYASE]: “Haha, Rei-san is easy to understand, you’ll make my face turn red, too.”

[MIYASE]: “Let’s go?”

My hand that was gently grasped...——This time, I also gripped back right away.

Even though I hadn't redone my makeup, the thick blush that dyed my cheeks remained the same as it was in the morning.

-Shopping Building-

[REI]: “Um......how is it?”

I opened the curtains of the fitting room.

[MIYASE]: “......Ah, I like that.”

Bam! A kyun bullet (——which I named just now——) shot into my chest.

[MIYASE]: “It looks really good on Rei-san.”

[REI]: “Thank you......”

[REI]: “But I was thinking this is a little too beautiful for me.”

[MIYASE]: “You’re a beautiful person, so it's natural that beautiful clothes would look good on you, though?”

[REI]: (Th-This is bad......!)

[REI]: (At this rate, the kyun bullets will make me full of holes!)

[MIYASE]: “Ah, but there are lots of times when Rei-san looks cute......”

[MIYASE]: “That’s amazing. You have both qualities.”

[REI]: (Evacuate all members—————!!!!)

[MIYASE]: “Ahh......but the clothes may be a little too revealing.”

[MIYASE]: “I hope you can wear it just in front of me.”

[REI]: “I-I’ll get the one I wore earlier after all! It‘s simple and easy to move in.”

[MIYASE]: “Yeah. That one suited you too, it was cute.”

[MIYASE]: “I’ll wait, so take your time changing clothes.”

[REI]: (Haa......I thought I was going to die.)

——2 minutes later.

When I got out of the fitting room, Miyase-san had a paper bag in his hand from the shop.

[REI]: “That, couldn’t be......”

[MIYASE]: “Mn. I bought it.”

[REI]: “Thank you. Then, the payment-“

[MIYASE]: “It’s a present.”

[MIYASE]: “Or rather, earlier at the movie theater, you had bought the drinks.”

[REI]: “That’s because Miyase-san didn’t let me pay for my ticket......”

[MIYASE]: “Haha.”

[REI]: “? Why are you laughing?”

[MIYASE]: “It’s just this kind of exchange is really fun.”

[MIYASE]: “Is Rei-san having fun, too?”

[REI]: (Uu......so cute. But!)

[REI]: “......You can’t fool me, you know? You definitely have to let me pay for it later.”

[MIYASE]: “Yes, yes.”

-Zoo-

Next, we headed to the amusement park as requested by Miyase-san.

[MIYASE]: “Shall we have lunch at the rose garden over there first? I wonder if there is a bench.”

[REI]: “On the park map......Ah, there is a description of a rest space.”

[MIYASE]: “Then, we can eat food while looking at the roses.”

[REI]: “Yes. Let’s go.”

-Rose Garden-

I was instantly fascinated by the generous amount of flowers.

[REI]: “Wow, beautiful......”

[MIYASE]: “It’s stunning......”

[REI]: “I knew that the rose garden in this amusement park was famous, but I didn’t think this much.”

[MIYASE]: “I've always wanted to come here”

[MIYASE]: “And look at the flowers together with someone who would honestly say they’re “beautiful”.”

[REI]: (Ah......)

[MIYASE]: “I think that the impression from viewing flowers reflects the mind of the viewer.”

[REI]: (The Miyase-san right now who is looking at the flowers with me, can honestly think that they are “beautiful”.)

[REI]: (Somehow, that......makes me really happy.)

When I became clearly aware of my feelings for Miyase-san on the vacation trip.

I felt uneasy about the emotions that sprouted in my heart.

I couldn't really see a future.

[REI]: (But now, I feel like I grew up touching on Miyase-san’s various emotions.)

I felt that I grew into flowers of gentle colors.

[MIYASE]: “Did you know that the number of roses has a meaning when you give them as gifts?”

[REI]: “Ah, I’ve heard about that.”

[REI]: “I only know the major one that 108 roses means “Please marry me”, though.”

[MIYASE]: “It’s very romantic, isn’t it?”

[MIYASE]: “There are many other meanings as well.”

[MIYASE]: “Recently, I......really liked the meaning of giving 999 roses.”

[REI]: “999 roses......That’s a lot.”

[REI]: “As expected, you can’t really decorate with that much......or maybe it’d be a good first attempt at a rose bath?”

[MIYASE]: “Ahaha. That’s really a Rei-san-like answer.”

[REI]: “What is the meaning of giving them?”

[MIYASE]: “That’s a secret. Because it’s embarrassing.”

[MIYASE]: “When you’re alone, you can secretly investigate.”

[REI]: “When you say it like that, I’ll be really curious about it......”

[MIYASE]: “Now then, shall we have lunch?”

[REI]: (You really won’t tell me......I'll look it up when I get home.)

I was sure the meaning of 999 roses was also romantic.

While thinking about that, I spread the bento I made on the garden table in the rest space.

“For lunch on the date, I want to eat a love-filled bento together with you.”

These are the words Miyase-san told me on the phone three days ago.

[MIYASE]: “I made sandwiches.”

[REI]: “Mine is onigiri.”

[MIYASE]: “It looks really good.”

[REI]: “Miyase-san's sandwiches also look delicious.”

[MIYASE]: “Thank you. Then——“

[MIYASE & IZUMI]: “Thank you for the food.”

We both reached first for what the other person made, which made us laugh.

[MIYASE]: “......Hm? There’s fried chicken inside the onigiri.”

[REI]: “Ah, it’s suddenly a strange combination, isn’t it.”

[REI]: “I thought it‘d be an unbelievable thing to do, but I also thought it wouldn’t be interesting if just all the standard ingredients were used.”

[MIYASE]: “Haha. It’s delicious.”

[MIYASE]: “This fried chicken......is not thigh meat, but chicken breast meat?”

[REI]: “Aoyama-san told me that if I want to put it in onigiri with strong seasoning, it‘s better to have less fat.”

[MIYASE]: “............Heeh. Aoyama-san did.”

[REI]: “It seems that he can actually cook.”

[REI]: “Such a thing, and he didn't tell me the details.”

[MIYASE]: “You sure get along well.”

[REI]: “Rather than get along......, he really teased me a lot.”

[REI]: “When I said that I would make a bento for when I go out with Miyase-san.”

[MIYASE]: “Eh......”

[REI]: “Ah-, could it be I shouldn't have said we’d be meeting in private?”

[MIYASE]: “Ah......no. I just didn't think you would tell them.”

[MIYASE]: “Maybe everyone at the DCD don't think too well of me and you meeting like this?”

Certainly, it wasn’t a welcome mood.

But even when I was sincerely told that they didn’t think it was a good idea, I said that wasn’t the case, because——....

[REI]: “I trust Miyase-san.”

[MIYASE]: “Rei-san......”

[MIYASE]: “......Thank you.”

[MIYASE]: “Your trust makes me happy more than anything.”

-Amusement Park-

After a very satisfying lunch, we went on to the amusement park zone.

The attraction that Miyase-san was going to go to by pulling our connected hands——...I knew which one.

[REI]: (The merry-go-round......)

[MIYASE]: “I want to ride together with you.”

[REI]: “Yes. Let’s ride it, together.”

We smiled and straddled each of the fairy tale horses lined up next to each other.

[MIYASE]: “It looks like we could hold hands. But it’s dangerous, so I guess we can’t.”

[REI]: “That’s true. Let's ride with good posture like Kujo-san.”

[MIYASE]: “Ahaha. Soma-san is the best example.”

[STAFF]: 『Then everyone, enjoy horseback riding in the magical world.』

The merry-go-round began to spin with fantasy music flowing.

[MIYASE]: “Ah......”

[REI]: “Ah”

I thought this would be a fairy tale horseback riding where we could look at each other's faces next to each other.

But for some reason, my horse started moving forward.

[REI]: “Miyase-san......”

[MIYASE]: “............”

Looking back, Miyase-san's smile came into view, and I——...

Choices:

Called his name again

Returned a smile

Became anxious (♡)

Somehow, I became anxious.

I didn’t want to go any further on my own.

I wanted to line up together next to each other.

[MIYASE]: “It's okay to look forward.”

[REI]: “But......”

[MIYASE]: “From here, I can properly see Rei-san’s appearance having fun.”

[MIYASE]: “That’s good enough for me.”

[MAN]: “Ah, heyyy mama! Go! Wave your hand towards papa’s camera!”

[MIYASE]: “Oh......?”

[REI]: (Go, he said, the same name as Miyase-san?)

There was a carriage diagonally behind the horse he was riding.

Riding it was a boy in the lower grades of elementary school and a woman who was probably his mother.

Both of them smiled and waved at the father holding the camera.

[MIYASE]: “......The merry-go-round is nice after all.”

[REI]: “Miyase-san, let's ride the carriage later, too.”

[MIYASE]: “Yes, let's ride it together.”

It was a very, very fun and glittering time.

When the merry-go-round kept spinning with only happiness, it was almost like an illusion——...

#stand my heroes #sutamai #miyase go #translations

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some-mad-lunge · 5 years

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Seb Saves The Day... Again.

I’m going to be honest, I have no idea what this is. I blame @peoplediedrobert and all the talk of Seb getting his Dads back together after Robert leaves (sob). Anyway this is what happened and I had to get it out.

Besides, who doesn’t think Seb can fix everything?

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Seb is five. He likes when people ask how old he is because he can spread his fingers high to show them. Daddy Aaron always smacks their palms together when he answers the question, then does something mushy like rubs Seb’shair or squeezes him tight in a hug. Seb lets him though, cause Daddy Aaron needs lots of hugs.

Some days Nana picks him up from school and they go to the park with his uncle, which is funny because his uncle is three. Seb got him big Lego blocks for his party. Seb ate too much cake and got a tummy ache. He got to sleep in Daddy Aaron’s big bed that night because he was sick.

Anyway, he likes to tell people that his uncle is still a baby just to see the weird looks they give him. Adults are funny.

Sometimes it’s Aunt Vic and his cousin who show up at the school grounds. His cousin is also three and doesn’t do much other than grab at Seb and chase him around the swings. She also likes to kiss his cheek a lot, which is gross, but Aunt Vic coos everytime so he lets her drool on him. Seb likes to make his Aunt Vic happy.

His favourite is when Daddy Aaron is there when the bell rings. He usually has on his important flashy vest that all the other boys think is so cool (because it is) and he is always so happy to see Seb. Daddy Aaron’s smile makes all the bad things go away and he lifts Seb so high in the air.

“You’re the most important person in my world little man.” Daddy Aaron says it all the time.

“The whole wide world?” Seb loves this game, it makes him feel warm and safe.

“And beyond.”

One thing never changes. Everytime they come home Seb has to hang his coat and backpack on his hook, put his shoes in his cubby and then go tell Daddy Robert about his day. The framed photo sits in the same spot on the shelf, always waiting for him.

“Daddy Robert look what I made. It’s a car.” He holds the picture up to show him. He made the car blue, pressed hard on the crayon so it‘s nice and bright, it’s Daddy Robert’s favourite colour. “Daddy Aaron said we can put in on the fridge forever.”

Forever is a word Daddy Aaron says a lot.

“You have to eat your greens kid so you can be big and strong and live forever.” But he only eats what Daddy Aaron makes him though, cause they’re gross.

“You can’t pout forever Seb, I’m sorry but the answer is no.” Seb hates no but Daddy Aaron doesn’t say it THAT often.

“Your Daddy Robert is always with you, forever and ever, watching you and loving you from far far away.” Daddy Aaron always whispers it, even when he doesn’t think Seb is awake.

Seb likes forever, because it never ever ends. Aunt Liv once said that love is forever and not a lot of things are, so love is special. Seb wonders what other things are forever, but love seems good enough for now.

On the weekends there is no school or work and that’s Seb’s favourite. Sometimes they go swimming or have pajama days when they make forts out of sheets and couch cushions. Daddy Aaron makes pancakes and on special occasions puts chocolate in them. Seb loves chocolate.

“Sugar hound, just like your Daddy Robert.”

Daddy Aaron always says Seb is just like Daddy Robert. They giggle the same, and snore the same. They hug the same. Seb likes being like Daddy Robert, though he wishes Daddy Aaron didn’t look sad about it sometimes.

One time Seb was annoyed at his video game, the bad guys were winning and that’s not fair. He huffed and crossed his arms, scowled. Daddy Aaron swooped him into a hug. He tried to hide that he was crying but Seb knew, he always does. He just squeezed Daddy Aaron tight, hugs fix a lot of things.

“You looked just like your Daddy Robert then, I forget sometimes that he’s not here.” Daddy Aaron hugged him tight. “Okay, try again and this time I’ll help you yeah.”

They beat the bad guys together and had ice cream to celebrate.

Seb listens a lot. He likes the sound of rain and when Daddy Aaron uses bad words when they drive somewhere. His favourite one is shite. Him and Isaac whisper it to each other and then giggle like lunatics. That’s what Cain calls them, lunatics. Seb knows it’s a good thing because Cain always gives them cookies when he says it.

Sometimes Seb listens when he’s not supposed to.

He didn’t mean to do the “ear dropping” but he was sitting behind the sofa at Nana’s house, hiding from Isaac (Seb always wins hide and seek but Isaac always wins tag) and he could hear Daddy Aaron crying.

“I know how long it’s been Mum, but I’m not ready.”

“Luv, you’re never going to be ready. Robert’s gone. Forever. You need to accept that at some point.” Nana used her “wash your hands” voice and it made Seb shudder. You had to scrub good before tea, she always checks.

“You think I don’t know that? That I have to spend forever without my husband? Do you have any idea what that feels like?”

Seb scampered out of the room quickly after that because someone is in trouble when family uses their loud voices, which is a lot. Like all the time. Last time it was Marlon, the time before that Charity. Adults get in trouble more than kids do, which makes Seb want to stay a kid forever.

Daddy Aaron seemed sad after that day and Seb gave him lots of hugs. He even gave him Mr. Giraffe to snuggle. That always makes Seb feel better. Daddy Aaron just smiled and told him he loved Seb the most.

Daddy Aaron was still sad though. Seb always sees. He doesn’t smile like the other parents. Seb can’t explain it but Daddy Aaron’s smile isn’t always a real smile. Seb doesn’t know how to fix it but he wants to try.

Seb tells Daddy Robert everything, even things he never tells Daddy Aaron. He’ll take the photo off the shelf, hug it close and carry it up the stairs to his room. He’s always very careful and today is important, so he props Daddy Robert between his two best teddies on his bed. He walks around when he talks, adults always do that when it’s important.

“Daddy Robert, can you come back from far far away? I think you need to.” Seb has never asked Daddy Robert for anything before. He’s never needed anything before but Seb’s hugs just weren’t working this time. “I’ll be so good, I promise.” He slid onto his bed after that, just whispered how Daddy Aaron needed them both to take care of him. Seb was only five, and still just a kid, some things adults had to do.

He must have fallen asleep because when he woke up he was under the covers, it was morning and Daddy Robert was sitting on the table beside his bed. Daddy Aaron never said anything but he made pancakes with lots of chocolate chips and let Seb stay home from school. They played video games and had pizza for tea, and he got lots of snuggles.

Seb started doing it everyday. He’d hang his coat and backpack, tuck away his shoes and tell Daddy Robert about what happened at school. Then he’d whisper really low, “Please come back,” and kiss the glass for good measure.

Seb never told anyone, not even Isaac, and he told Isaac everything. No, this was a secret just between them and Seb knew Daddy Robert wouldn’t let him down. Love is the most important thing, Daddy Aaron said so, and love is forever and ever.

Sure, Daddy Robert was dead and that’s forever too, but love, that wins. Seb may only be five but he’s wise for his age, everyone says so.

He’s just patient and good, though he has a “smart mouth” and occasionally he gets sent to his room. Not for long though, and Daddy Aaron never stays mad at him. “I love you too much for your own good.” Daddy Aaron laughs when he says it. See, love beats everything.

Seb just waits and waits, and then waits some more. He knows it will happen but he never tells, whispers to Daddy Robert that he will give him the best hug when he comes home. He knows it will work. Seb gives the best hugs.

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It’s almost a bit of an Emmerdale legend by the time Seb is a teenager. Some people say it was a bright sunny day, some say it was overcast but others don’t mention the weather at all. Those that witnessed it talk mostly about how time seemed to stand still. Everything went quiet after Sebastian Sugden-Dingle leapt from his swing, shouted “Daddy Robert, I knew you’d come home!” and ran at breakneck speed towards the man that he hadn’t seen in the flesh since he was barely two years old. A man who was very much supposed to be dead.

They remembered how Robert kneeled down as he wrapped Seb in his arms, held on fiercely as tears ran down his face. They remembered how Aaron stood stock still, frozen in place. They remembered how Seb took Robert’s hand and pulled him towards Aaron, yammering away like it was no big deal. As if a man coming back from the dead happened everyday. As if he’d wished it into existence.

They remembered the way Aaron touched Robert’s face, how his legs finally gave out and Robert caught him before he hit the ground. They remembered how everyone watched as Seb hugged himself between them, sitting on the grass, and made a face when the husbands kissed. (Seb still makes that face when his dad’s kiss, only now he adds an eye roll and an annoyed sigh.)

There was a lot of drama that happened in the weeks and months that followed. Dingles yelling and Sugdens crying and eventually another wedding where Seb gave a speech that made everyone laugh. He took it all very seriously as he talked about love being forever and Nana cried a whole bunch.

If you asked teenage Seb now about that day, he’ll tell you he doesn’t remember it too well. He just shrugs like it’s no big deal and keeps the secret from his dads, from his siblings and even from Isaac. But actually he remembers two things very clearly, ingrained in his memory, like snapshots that hang in his mind.

First is the ice cream he ate covered in chocolate sauce with sprinkles as he swung his legs at the kitchen table, his dad’s holding hands beside him, crying and laughing. Seb didn’t know you could do both at the same time.

The second, and this was the most important one to Seb, the one he recalls as his proudest moment. Because the day one father came back from the dead was the day Seb saw the other father smile so wide it reached his eyes. It lit up his face like a Christmas tree, like the sun and stars in the sky. It was the first time Seb ever saw his Dad truly happy, and knew for a fact that love, the real kind, that never dies. All Seb had to do was ask.

But yeah, the ice cream was really good.

#seb white #aaron dingle #robert sugden #robron fic #I legit don't know what this is #but I love a happy ending #shauna's robron fic #ficlet fan fiction

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nicole-goddessofloki · 6 years

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Tom‘s Spirit Week

Just one more day waiting! But first: #FavoriteTomFriday! For today I made again 3 collages. The first collage‘s theme is my favorite Tom Hiddleston moments from his 37th birthday – today. Here they come:

1. *Since I saw Early Man after the man‘s 37th birthday, I made an exception for this. In Early Man Tom does the voice of bad guy Lord Nooth. We know Tom is the king of accents! Here you can hear Tom do a French accent. There is a bath scene in which Lord Nooth gets an massage, you just got to see the Behind The Scenes footage of that! I really loved all the extra footage on the DVD.

2. The promotion he did for Avengers Infinity War even though his character only was seen in the first 5 minutes. Also for knowing Loki‘s ‘fate’ in this movie for more than 2 years..

3. Tom Hiddleston as Mary Poppins, or do I need to say: Mary Ploppins? Tom starred in the short video ‘Leading Lady Parts’ from which in the end you saw posters of Tom being the lead female role in films such as Mary Poppins & Wonder Woman. Leading Lady Parts sarcastically shows how hard the movie industry for women can be. Leading Lady Parts (produced by Rebel Park Productions) is an initiative of the Hear Her campaign in the United Kingdom, in which women who are normally not heard are given the opportunity to give their opinion on all kinds of subjects. In this short movie actresses audition do a serious role, but get the craziest requests. This becomes painfully clear when the casting agent, played by Catherine Tate, proclaims: 'It's not rocket science darling. We're just asking you to be thin and curvy, sexy and innocent. Thin, sexy, hooker, virgin with boobs and hips. " In the end because of the casting Agent pickiness, Tom Hiddleston is given the female roles instead. I appreciate it a lot that Tom is part of projects about women‘s rights. We all deserve to be treated fairly and not to be judged because of the way we look.

Tom said about this:

“I had so much admiration for everyone who's come forward and spoken up, and the movement of Time's Up and Me Too. I wanted to find a way to help but I was very conscious of it not being necessarily my story. First thing I felt that it was important to do very actively was to listen, to read, to hear so that women could tell their stories and begin to talk about how we might change the environment.” Time's Up

4. Suddenly out of the blue, there was this picture of Tom Hiddleston & Josh Wilson posted by Wilson Worldwide Productions Something about a secret project. I‘m still very curious, because we still don‘t know what it is! I think it‘s something very spectacular! We got something to look forward to! He also posted a second photo (that‘s the one in the collage) in which he tagged me & a few other Tom Hiddleston/Loki fan accounts in. That totally made my day, so thank you Josh!

5. This stands for all the Comic Cons he did. He healed a lot of fan‘s hearts (Which were still broken because of Infinity War). And even those who weren‘t there (including me) this angel reached with his wings. There were plenty of lovely pictures, lovely footage of the Panel‘s. I personally loved his face expression when a little boy asked him if Loki was truly dead. There also was this moment Tom said the words: “Know you are not alone!”, which meant a lot to me. We all have obstacles to face and unfortunately most of us had to deal with bullies (in the past). But where I‘m mostly grateful for is the fact that for every con there were fans collecting fans letters from all over the world, bonded in fan-books. Therefore I know a few of my letters, cards (Christmas card, Birthday card) are given to him! I think we can be blessed to be in such a wonderful fandom! ACE Comic Con.

6. On the 30th October Tom and Josie Rourke talked at the Alan Howard / JW3 Speaker Series. It was a lovely and inspiring interview, I was able to watch later on Youtube. He talked about how he stepped out of his comfort zone, which has inspired me to do the same. When I hear this man talk about acting; whether it‘s in film, series or theatre; it‘s so so visible I‘m listening to a man who found his passion and as I said it before: He truly has put his heart and soul it. Perhaps I do not know how to properly bring this into words, but I hope you understand what I mean. I think many people can see him as an example, given the fact for example how he has grown in +/- 20 years. From liking to do voices as a kid to this passion and talent which goes much deeper than just the word ‘acting’. He does inspire people to go take their passion to the next level as well.

7. Tom Hiddleston‘s first social media post in (what was it?) 2 years: Loki. More stories to tell. More mischief to make. More to come. That literally broke the internet! What Ralph Breaks the Internet? No, Tom Hiddleston breaks the internet! The #LokiSeries (#Disney+) confirmed by the man himself! I‘m so excited for this whole thing. Patient, patient.. But I‘m freaking out inside! Can‘t wait!

8. Tom also did a lot for charity this year. The picture that I chose is Tom visit to the Great Ormond Street Hospital and Children's Charity. He gave the children something they‘ll never forget! Online you were able to write a Christmas wish for the children, which got printed on a Christmas Stocking. On the photo he holds (I assume) his message for the Children. In general he did a lot for Children this year. Tom also donated for the Justice and Equality Fund which was all about the issues of sexual harassment and gender inequality. I remember people said Tom was late during the Avengers Infinity War screening/premiere in London, he met with children in co-operation from the Starlight Children's Foundation before. I cannot think of a better reason to be late for an official event ;).

9. This photo is taken by BBC Radio 2 during the Zoe Ball Breakfast Show. It‘s truly one of my favorite pictures yet! There he spoke about ‘#Betrayal’ which will be hitting the theatre in London next month. He also spoke a little about the Loki Series & about the #Nightmanager season 2, but he wasn‘t alowed to say much about it yet. What better to start your Friday morning (it was a Friday) with then listening to Tom‘s voice on the radio! They also had some real good music in-between the talks. I heard ABBA, Journey (Don‘t stop Believing) & a live performance of a song of No Doubt. Also they spoke about the film 'Mary Queen of Scots' which premiered that week. I found it very impressive!

(The Jamie Lloyd Company Official London Theatre)

The second collage shows some random pictures of Tom I really like + my favorite roles he portrayed other than Loki! Those are Thomas Sharpe in ‘Crimson Peak’, Hank Williams in ‘I Saw The Light’ (the image shows my fave scene: the Baby scene!), Prince Hal in ‘The Hollow Crown’ (I am planning to do a Hollow Crown marathon tomorrow on his birthday!) and I just found out F. Scott Fitzgerald from ‘Midnight in Paris’ is missing. I‘ve watched that film on his birthday last year. In Midnight in Paris a writer (Owen Wilson) literally finds his inspiration in the 20s. And one of my favorite moments of Tom still is when a baby easily got him distracted during an #Avengers Interview. He turns to the baby and says: “Hello baby..”, so adorable!

Last collage is dedicated to Loki! (How else, this blog isn‘t called Goddess of Loki for nothing!) I chose some nice photo‘s I hadn‘t used for We Share What We Want Wednesday yet + a few of my fave LokiTom moments.

I wish Tom a lovely 38th birthday tomorrow! (Of course I wish you all a lovely #TomHiddleston Birthday tomorrow!)

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ladyhavilliard · 6 years

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Since Before We Met

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Summary: Feyre Archeron is moving to Velaris to study art at Velaris University. Not only can her dream of becoming an artist come true, but she’s finally meeting her best friend- Rhysand, a boy she met through Tumblr three years ago.

Pairing: Feyre Archeron x Rhysand

If you want to be tagged in this fic or any of my works, send me an ask.

This is the first multichapter I’ve ever written and even though I’ve already posted it on my old blog, I’m still excited to show it to you again. For everyone who’s reading it for the first time, or if by any chance some of you decide to read it again - Thank you. I really hope you like how this turned out. There are 8 parts in total. I’ll upload twice a week.

I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply, inhaling the sweet scent of overpriced coffee and butter croissants. The sound of people dragging their suitcases, the loud talking and the flight announcements could be heard from everywhere around, making the airport too noisy for anyone‘s liking. But there was something else, something new, but somehow familiar, that made this place so very wonderful.

Velaris. I had finally made it to Velaris, the city where dreams came true.

The city where he lived.

And just when I thought about him, my phone buzzed from inside my pocket. I smiled, already knowing what I would see.

1 unread message from Rhys

I clicked on the notification, then bit my lip to hide the ever-growing smile.

Hello, darling. Welcome to Velaris.

I rolled my eyes at the name he always called me, but couldn‘t stop the heat that crept its way to my cheeks.

Is that it? I asked. I expected a welcome party. Or at least a wonderful present. Where‘s the fic you promised you‘d write me?

I didn‘t expect him to do anything, if I was being honest. Though I wasn‘t lying for the fanfiction- he promised to write me one months ago. I couldn‘t blaim him, I still hadn‘t shown him the fanart I did for him, either.

It was partly how we met, though I don‘t know if „met“ was the right word. We have never seen each other.

Three years ago, he found my blog on Tumblr. I had made it after I read the „Throne of Glass“ book series and started painting characters and scenes I liked. Rhys had a fandom blog too, but instead of painting, he loved writing. One day he saw my art and was inspired to write a multichapter, which I turned out to be obsessed with. At first, we talked about the books we loved. Later, this thing between us grew into a real friendship, we texted each other every single day ever since and had often talked trough video chat. He helped me trough the worst time of my life and became my closest person. Not even my sisters knew me so well.

And after three years, I was finally going to meet him in person.

Isn‘t seeing me a present good enough? Rhys typed back.

Prick.

Always for you, darling.

Then the three dots, announcing he was writing something, appeared. They stayed for a minute, too long for the few words he ended up sending me.

I‘m sorry I can‘t meet you at the airport.

I rolled my eyes. He had told me the night before, that it was his cousin‘s birthday and he had promised to give her a ride.

It‘s fine, Rhys. I‘m not a damsel in distress and you don‘t need to pretend to be the prince in shiny armor. I‘m perfectly capable of going to the university myself.

I know that. And you have to admit black suits are much more handsome than shiny armor, so I may not be a prince, but you still won‘t be able to take your eyes off of me.

You are impossible, I replied, trying- and obviously failing- not to smile.

It isn’t a bad thing, you know? Because I won’t be able to look at something that’s not you, too.

I blushed once more, happy that he wasn‘t there to see it.

I‘ll see you soon, was the only thing I texted before shoving my phone back into my pocket.

The ride to the college was a fast one. I took a cab from the airport and after around 20 minutes, I was standing in front of Velaris University of Arts.

For years, I dreamt to go here. Even before I knew Rhys or the fact he was living here.

Finding my dorm room was difficult. The building was much bigger than I thought and I got lost in the same corridors at least four times. But at the end, I made it.

I was to share a room with two more girls and it looked like they were already here.

There were three beds next to each other, a window over the one in the middle, a door to what I assumed was the bathroom next to the one on the right. A girl with short black hair and unnatural silver eyes was laying on the bed on the left side, a book in hands.

„You‘re Feyre, I assume,“ she said when I walked trough the door. No one told me my roommates’ names, so how she knew mine, I had no idea. „I‘m Amren. Mor is in the bathroom. The middle bed is yours“

The girl didn‘t even look at me as I started unpacking my things.

Then, a girl stormed out from the bathroom, almost jumping on the bed to take the phone she had left there. Her blond hair was tied in a braid that fell beautifully down her back. Just when I thought she hadn‘t noticed me, she looked at me and before I knew it, she pulled me into a bone-crashing hug.

„Why didn‘t you say you were here! I‘m Morrigan, but you can call me Mor.“ She told me. “I‘d love to get to know you, but I‘m in a hurry, because my stupid cousin was late again“she almost shouted the last words. Confused, I raised an eyebrow in a silent question, but it was answered when I heard a male voice speak from inside the bathroom.

„If you hadn‘t insist I braid your hair, it wouldn‘t have mattered“

I knew that voice. There was something so familiar about it, but Mor interrupted my thoughts before I could figure out what, screaming at the man again.

„Since you were so late anyway, you could‘ve at least brought your girlfriend“

„She‘s not my girlfriend“, he answered.

Mor shook her head, as if to say Sure, I believe you.

I heard steps moving closer, than the bathroom door closing.

„Anyway, what‘s your name?“ Mor turned her attention to me once more.

I opened my mouth to answer, but the man was faster than me.

„Feyre?“ he whispered unbelievingly.

I snapped my head to the direction the voice was coming from. My gaze landed on the most beautiful man I‘ve ever seen.

I wasn‘t prepared for it.

For a second, I didn‘t move. My eyes couldn‘t leave his. Suddenly, without even realizing it, I was moving towards him, then I was wrapping my arms around him, breathing him in.

„Looks like I got to see your pretty face, after all“, he laughed.

My lips twitched into a wide smile, but I didn‘t say anything. Instead, I buried my nose in his chest. He smelled of jasmine and ocean breeze.

I barely heard the sound of Mor‘s phone when she snapped a picture of us. I barely registered Amren‘s quiet murmurs, indicating she had left her book. There was only Rhys in the whole room, the whole world. And I was finally seeing him, finally able to touch him.

„If you don‘t let me go now, I‘m afraid you‘ll never be able to stay away from me“, he teased, though I knew he didn‘t want me to pull away.

„As charming and flattering as always“, I laughed again, then made a step backwards. Somehow, I managed to let go of him, not touching him anymore, though there still wasn’t much space between us.

“Feyre darling”, he whispered, his soft gaze focused on mine. There was a happy light in his eyes and that little smile on his face… I could look at him for hours.

Ever since I saw a picture of him, a month or two after we talked for the first time, I knew he was the most gorgeous person I’ve laid my eyes on. But seeing him with my own eyes, black tattoos swirling underneath his shirt, unbuttoned on the top, midnight dark hair glowing in the sunlight coming from the window, when he looked at me as if there was no one else in the room… It felt as though he came from some other world. Perhaps a world I also belonged to.

Mor cleared her throat behind me and I realized we had been silently staring at each other for over a minute.

Rhys’s eyes left mine and he blinked once, twice, remembering where he was. When we both looked at his cousin, she crossed her arms, a golden eyebrow raised.

“I’m sorry for interrupting you, but it is my birthday and we are already late for our reservation.”

“She’s eager to go, because Andromache is waiting for her. I want us to leave, because if we don’t, Cassian is probably going to burst into this room and I won’t bear the thought of any of you, horrible creatures, being near my books and jewels” said Amren. Now, when she was standing, I realized how much shorter she was. But somehow, she made me feel as though I was the smaller one. She looked young and ancient at the same time and I knew she wasn’t one to mess with. Even so, her eyes were almost soft, making it clear, that she did mean well. For now, at least.

“Your birthday. Right.” Murmured Rhys under his nose. “Do you want to come with us?” he asked me.

Go to a party, get to know my new roommates, meet new people? Get a drink or two?

Spend the whole night with my best friend, who I had never hung out with?

A part of me screamed to agree, to go with them, to have fun. To be with him. From the look the birthday girl gave me, I knew she wouldn’t mind.

“I probably shouldn’t”, my voice felt as if it belonged to someone else. “I have to unpack my things and get ready for my first classes tomorrow. Perhaps being late and falling asleep on the chair on my first day wouldn’t make the best impression.”

“Maybe you are right”, Rhys answered. Still, I could see the disappointment written on his face as clear as day.

When you come, I’ll show you Velaris. I’ll take you stargazing. And when you have savored every detail of the beautiful night sky, you’ll paint it, capturing all the lights and colors on the canvas while I watch you, pouring your love and soul into the painting.

That’s what he had told me the night I said him that I was accepted into Velaris University. That we were not only going to meet, but live in the same town. It had been a promise, one I would make sure he’d keep. Maybe it wouldn’t happen on my first day in town, but I’ve already waited three years. I could wait a few days more, if it meant having this perfect night.

So I just put a light smile on my face, looking at Mor. “Happy Birthday”, I congratulated her, then moved my gaze to Rhys again.

“Will I see you later?”

“I still haven’t left and you already can’t wait to see me. I’ll take you really like what you’re looking at”, his lips formed his legendary grin and I felt the urge to roll my eyes for what felt like the thousandth time today. At last, I decided to go with the usual “Prick”

“Can I come tomorrow? Text you to know when you’re free?” he asked.

I nodded.

I was already looking forward to it.

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The “My Top Films of 2018″ post positively no-one has been crying out for

Hi friends, it’s been a while. I’ve been meaning to do a little monthly film round up / review thing for a while now (A suggested enterprise that I should say I have received specific encouragement for) but it felt a bit weird starting in the middle of the year so maybe consider this a warm up for that. I HATE spoilers so rarely read any kind of detailed review for anything I feel inclined to see until after I’ve watched it, so the usual format here will be a sentence whether you should bother to go see a film, a few films that might have a similar feel of characteristics if you’re still undecided or looking for more of the same, and finally I might give some extra details or specific opinion. If you’re a spoiler pedant like me you might want to skip this last part but I imagine most of you will be OK.

As what follows are what I consider the best films of the year, it should be a given that I suggest you seek them out and watch them. If you can’t be arsed with or don’t want the details and discussion, of which there’s a lot below, skip down; I’ll put the list near the bottom, along with a selection of other highlights that didn’t make the cut.

Anyway, onto the business at hand. To qualify for my long-list films had to be new releases that I’ve seen in a cinema this year. I’ve not counted any Netflix or Amazon fare, or any classics, some of which obviously are some of the best films I’ve seen in the cinema this year, but you shouldn’t really need specific encouragement to go see Rear Window, Once Upon a Time In The West or The Apartment if you get the chance. I did have a solid 10, but had forgotten something important, so you’re getting a top 11 and a best of the rest section instead.

11 (also 10)

- You Were Never Really Here (Lynne Ramsay)

- A Woman’s Life (Stéphane Brizé)

Two very different films share 10th place. You Were Never Really Here is a bruising tale of a damaged person not so much seeking redemption as just getting by. Set in contemporary New York, it features a superb central performance from Joachin Phoenix and is beautifully shot by Lynne Ramsay. Has a similarly feel, in terms of the editing at least, to her earlier film We Need To Talk About Kevin. There was a lot of talk about this being a modern day Taxi Driver which is an understandable comparison given the subject matter but might unfairly raise expectations if you’re not careful; it isn’t and it isn’t trying to be. It does however have a bit of a Paul Schrader feel to it so if you enjoyed First Reformed this would be worth a look. Currently on Amazon Prime, if you’re not boycotting Bezos.

A Woman’s Life I saw pretty much solely on the strength of how much I liked Stéphane Brizé’s previous film, The Measure of A Man which covers similar territory to I, Daniel Blake but with considerably more subtlety and sharper focus and is for me more successful for it. An adaptation of Guy de Maupassant first novel, Une Vie, the story as the title suggests, takes you through the life of a woman in 19th Century France. It‘s a slow, measured and intelligent film, sympathetic, naturalistic and moving and slyly shines light on the inherent cruelty of the pervasive limitations of the patriarchal society of the time. Not sure what to recommend for comparison since it was early in the year I saw it and I don’t think I’ve seen much else like it. If you’re a fan of Bresson give it a look. If you enjoyed Jacques Rivette’s The Nun maybe. If you liked Barry Lyndon but think it needs toning down in terms of flair and mood. Tolstoy was a big fan of the novel if that floats your boat, Mostly I’d say watch Measure of a Man and maybe track this down if you liked that.

Let The Corpses Tan (Hélène Cattet, Bruno Forzani)

From the Brussel-based French duo behind Amer and The Strange Colour of Your Body’s Tears, if you’ve seen either of their earlier films you’ll have some idea of what you’re getting here. It’s not going to be to everyone’s tastes; if you want a straightforward plot, narrative resolution or ultimately to fully understand what the fuck is going on, you’re in the wrong place, but if you like the sound of a pristinely crafted and gorgeously shot amalgamation of spaghetti western and Poliziotteschi aesthetics, this is likely very much up your street. If you liked Mandy as a film that is effectively an homage to the mood a variety of 80′s films, I think this does similar for a different period more smoothly. If you’re not sold by now I’m not sure what else to say but you can watch it on Amazon Prime if you’re curious.

Lucky (John Carroll Lynch)

On paper this shouldn’t be as good as it is. Not a lot really happens. It’s competently shot but not visually exceptional. It would seem to unashamedly be a vehicle to showcase the enduring charm of Harry Dean Stanton in a role that I would be astonished if i were to discovery it wasn’t written specifically for him. And yet it’s HUGELY endearing. It’s sweet without ever approaching being mawkish or saccharine. Stanton is an irascible, charming and poignant delight as a man doing his best to defiantly maintain his independence while coming to terms with his encroaching mortality . David Lynch is less convincing as a man bereft after his tortoise has escaped from the garden, yet still it all kinda works and has context. If you’ve liked Harry Dean Stanton in anything else, but particularly Paris, Texas. You’ll likely enjoy this. If you’re a Twin Peaks geek, liked The Straight Story, St Vincent (As in the 2014 Bill Murray movie), Mystery Train or maybe even On Golden Pond you’ll likely be OK too.

Filmworker (Tony Zierra)

You’d be forgiven for not knowing who Leon Vitali, the subject of this film, is. Some of you with better memories may place him as the actor who portrayed Lord Bullingdon in Barry Lyndon, likely because at some point you’ve looked him up after watching his superb performance wondering whatever happened to him. What you’re unlikely to be aware of (unless you’ve already seen this) is his immense contribution to, and sacrifices for, the work of Stanley Kubrick, an ongoing commitment that will likely persist until his dying breath.

In awe of the auteur on the set of Barry Lyndon, he effectively abandoned his acting career at the moment it was set to take off, to work with Kubrick in whatever capacity he could, over time becoming his most trusted, and woefully overworked, assistant. There is a sense that this a tale of one man being exploited in another man’s ruthless pursuit of their vision, which in part it is, but Vitali’s devotion is effectively religious and so he commands more respect and admiration than pity for the extent he has given over his life to his passion. If you like Kubrick, have seen and loved any on his films at the cinema, on video, DVD or blu-ray you have a responsibility to see this, because it is extremely likely that Leon is the man who has personally checked the prints and colour gradings to ensure they are precisely as they should be. It should also be a reminder that there are hundreds of thousands of others unsung who’ve had a hand in making the films you love.

If you’re a film geek, serious cineaste or fan of any of Kubrick films but particularly the last four (Barry Lyndon, The Shining, Full Metal Jacket, Eyes Wide Shut), you should see this.

Lady Bird (Greta Gerwig)

At heart Lady Bird is a simple story, very well told. It has suitable faith in its script to keep things simple and in doing so delivers 95 breezily delightful minutes of cinema. I saw this immediately after having endured The Shape of Water (Superficial, predictable, indulgent, emotionally-manipulative dross, with some insultingly shallow politics shoe-horned in to bolster its credibility) so the contrast may have inflated my enjoyment but after that, this was a breath of fresh air. It has a lean, clever script flawlessly delivered by it’s stellar cast, led by primarily by the equally excellent Saoirse Ronan and Laurie Metcalf but also featuring Timotheé Chalamet and the reliably remarkable / remarkably reliable Lucas Hedges in supporting roles. The result is a film full of well-rounded, flawed and relatable characters. The depiction of teenagers seem particularly sharp; the traumas of negotiating the trials of burgeoning adulthood are treated sympathetically but you’re also shown achingly absurd moments of pretension that’ll likely spark a pang of amused recognition in anyone over 20.

If you liked 20th Century Women or Greta Gerwig’s other cinematic outings (I don’t think I’ve actually seen many others but it stands to reason.) you’ll likely get a kick out of this not really sure what else compares suitably.

It’s a nice film. Give it a go if you haven’t already.

Phantom Thread (Paul Thomas Anderson)

The latest offering from Paul Thomas Anderson, Phantom Thread is a curious creature and a bit of departure for the director, stylistically at least. On the surface a dry tale of a celebrated English tailor discovering a new muse and lover and the shifting of power and negotiation of compromises as their relationship develops, I’d say the real meat here is in the subtexts but I don’t want to prejudice your viewing with my half-baked theorising so I’ll say no more. Visually sumptuous, pristinely photographed and with a deliciously acerbic and quotably witty script, you also get a trio of marvellous performances from Daniel Day-Lewis, Leslie Manville and Vicky Krieps in the lead roles. A wry treat for all who like seductive subtlety at a steady pace and one that’s sure to benefit from repeat viewing. (I’ve yet to rewatch myself but am keen to and in the course of writing this list I’ve been compelled to bump it up a few spots and suspect it may well have faired better if I had)

If you’re a PTA fan you’ve likely already seen this but if you need specific prompting I’d say it’s closest in spirit to The Master, but it’s still more idiosyncratic among his output than similar to the others. If you like the barbed charm of the writing of the films of the British New Wave, or Pinter’s script for Losey’s The Servant you'll also likely find this worth your time.

Climax (Gaspar Noé)

Despite it's place here, I have a hard time recommending Climax. Watching it was possibly the most queasily unnerving experience I've ever had in a cinema, which is entirely it's intent.

Following the events that unfold one snowy evening at an isolated rehearsal hall where a group of dancers having a final night party fall victim to an LSD-spiked sangria, what starts out as a mesmerising display of dancing skill and exuberance slowly shifts into a hellish, decadent descent as innermost fears and desires surface and are enacted.

The film is technically spectacular, largely composed of a single twisting shot that woozily drifts among the action and skilfully approximates the helpless intoxication of the characters. Prior to this the film opens with a series of interviews with the dancers, shown on a tv flanked by videos and books, the theme of which would appear to be transgression in its various forms. It's a simple, smart device that foreshadows events to come but also lays out the story's influences and inspirations. The overall result is the sense that experience you receive has been carefully and precisely crafted, something all films obviously aim to do but that this actually delivers, extraordinarily well. Even when things slow and drag in the last 20 minutes (which they undeniably do) you feel like you're being made to endure the comedown of the preceding proceedings. It's not going to be for everyone and I'm not sure the visceral unease of seeing this in the cinema will translate to small screen viewing, but it's a brilliant affecting piece of cinema for those prepared to brave it.

If you didn't like Enter The Void, you're probably not going to like this but if you did, you probably will. The content isn't necessarily especially graphic but there's a sense of callous disregard and cruelty that made for uneasy viewing for me at least, similar to the darker moments of Henry Portrait of a Serial Killer or Man Bites Dog. You probably know by now if you're gonna watch it or not, so let's move on.

Utøya: July 22 (Erik Poppe)

Not to be confused with the Paul Greengrass Netflix film (Which went into production a year later than this then stole it’s working title) Utøya: July 22 is the second film on this list to centrally feature an extended tracking shot. This one was shot in one interrupted take and, much like Climax, is a harrowing film elevated by the directorial decisions that informed and shaped its creation.

Unfolding in real time the film shares the experience of Kaya, a teenage girl attending the summer camp on the Norwegian island of Utøya during the 2011 terrorist attack there. It’s a heartbreaking watch. Less generous reviews suggest it to be manipulative, others, which I am obviously moreso inclined to agree with, feel that the films choices place the victims in the forefront of the story and in doing so highlights failings within the usual handling of such events on film and more broadly in the media, failings which, while I haven’t seen it, I have heard the aforementioned Netflix film is guilty of. While the characters in this film are fictional, their stories are based on the testimonies of survivors and survivors were heavily consulted both during the writing of the script and the filming. The terrorist is not named and is only shown once in the distance which, given the intention of his murderous assault was to draw attention to himself and his toxic political views, is very effective at both resisting unwitting complicity in advancing these aims and preventing the victims and the horror of their experiences from being shifted into peripheral significance. They are not merely a notorious individuals tragic statistics and they, or any other victim of mass murder, should never be allowed to be seen in such terms. This film has been painstakingly and thoughtfully constructed to honour them and the gravitas of their suffering and is intelligent and powerful film that deserves far greater attention.

It feels somewhat ridiculous to offer comparative suggestions for this one; it’s not an enjoyable viewing experience, so if you’re not already moved to watch it maybe you shouldn’t bother. If you’re still undecided this does feature perhaps the most effective and emotionally involving uses of the single shot proximal viewpoint, a technique employed in a number of titles of recent years (Birdman, Victoria, The Revenant, Gravity etc.) that I’ve seen. It something which Son of Saul was celebrated for, where the intent was similarly a claustrophobic immersion, but which, in that instance, I found somewhat distracting. This succeeded for me where Son of Saul did not.

Cold War (Pawel Pawlikowski)

I still haven’t seen Pawlikowski’s previous film Ida but the strength of esteem that it garnered led me to see this without knowing anything about it. (And if you really want to enjoy it, you should skip the rest of this and do the same. Actually you should do that anyway, because I likely create an unreasonable high expectation by the end of this.)

The film covers a love story as it unfolds and transforms over the space of 20 years under the shadow of the Cold War. At various points the romance is frustrated either by the ubiquitous demands and expectations of the Soviet state apparatus or by the lovers diverging fates negotiating it. Given the tale is loosely based on the story of his own parents, one would be forgiven for fearing this might be a melodramatic tale of predictably plucky triumph, but the nuance and complexity of the central relationship, challenged as it is by not only external forces but internal conflicts, has a suitable quantity of bitterness and disappointment to feel like a truthful portrayal. It’s refreshingly unsentimental, as is the depiction of life under totalitarian rule and in some ways this is as much a film about the potential for lives to be crushed by oppressive regimes as it is about loves ability to resist them.

Also of note; the film is gorgeous. The black and white photography is pristine throughout and subtly shifts with the films location. The soundtrack comprises Eastern European folk and 50s Jazz and, with music forming a central role in the plot, the scenes where it features most heavily stand out and are at times breathtaking. The acting too is great with Joanna Kulig proving a particularly enchanting screen presence. It’s a manifoldly beautiful film.

If you still need persuading (though you really shouldn’t, because by this stage I’m just over-egging the pudding) if you liked Ida obviously this’ll be up your street, if you’re a Tarkovsky fan in general you’ll likely appreciate some of the framing and pacing here but if your especially fond of Ivan’s Childhood (And if you’re not you probably should be) the look and feel of this should prove particularly appealing.

Shoplifters (Hirokazu Kore-eda)

It’s unlikely that I’m alone in placing this at the top of my list. I don’t think I’ve spoken to anyone who hasn’t liked this film. Most have loved it. This is very rare. In fact, if you haven’t yet seen this, don’t bother reading further, just go see it in the cinema while you still have the chance. (I don’t want to hear any shit about spoilers or whinging about missing it.) If you’ve seen any of Kore-eda’s other recent films (with the possible exception of The Third Murder) you will have had some idea of what to expect with this. He is a master of tender, low-key tales of everyday life and the drama contained within. Our Little Sister was my first encounter with his work and was my favourite film of 2016. It features the intertwining lives of three sisters who live with their grandmother and the half-sister they effectively adopt when their estranged father dies. It’s a simple, wonderfully uplifting film that unceremoniously shows you the progressing lives of a loving family in rural Japan. After The Storm looks at another family, this time in Tokyo and more fractured and dysfunctional but still observed with compassion and though flawed, prove deeply sympathetic and relatable. In Shoplifters we are again presented with a family, this time a gathering of humble misfits and miscreants predominantly bonded by solidarity in the face of poverty, hardship and neglect. Their love for each other is evident in their actions but as the film progresses it is brought into question by figures of authority and more broadly a society that though unwilling to help them when in need is more than prepared to judge and condemn them regardless of their circumstances.

This is both an overtly political film and a deeply philosophical one but fundamentally it’s an achingly sensitive and compassionate drama. It brings to light rarely discussed economic disparity in Japan and the difficulties of those struggling to get by. It examines what constitutes a family and questions the value of traditional familial and societal bonds when they don’t encompass a duty of care. It lead you to reflect on you own fortunes compassion and morality. And it does all of this simply by presenting you with a group of characters with complex stories. Acts that might be considered otherwise outrageous are given suitable context to leave you entirely capable of empathising with the decisions to undertake them.

A devastatingly moving and humane film, this is beautifully shot, scripted, edited and brilliantly performed by a hugely talented cast. An irrefutable masterpiece. Must watch.

Right, below is a recap of the list then below that will be a list of notable highlights that made the long-list, for those of you not already bored shitless

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10. - You Were Never Really Here (Lynne Ramsay)

- A Woman’s Life (Stéphane Brizé)

9. Let The Corpses Tan (Hélène Cattet, Bruno Forzani)

8. Lucky (John Carroll Lynch)

7. Filmworker (Tony Zierra)

6. Lady Bird (Greta Gerwig)

5. Phantom Thread (Paul Thomas Anderson)

4. Climax (Gaspar Noé)

3. Utøya: July 22 (Erik Poppe)

2. Cold War (Pawel Pawlikowski)

1. Shoplifters (Hirokazu Kore-eda)

And now for the best of the rest. You should maybe try to watch these before reading the details too

The Rider (Chloé Zhao)

This was unquestionable beautiful and does an excellent job of showing the limitations of investing in an outmoded code of masculinity, in this instance that of the cowboy. The amateur cast effectively play versions of themselves in the thinly disguised the story of lead actor Brady Jandreau’s struggles to adjust after a severe rodeo injury curtails his career and hopes. Why it’s not in my top 10: This is a cinematic love letter to Brady and while it’s effective in display the depth of the directors affection for him and his, admittedly very endearing, family, it’s less so as a means to convince you to share it’s viewpoint if, like me, you don’t share Chloe Zhao’s unquestioning sympathy from the outset. Questions about animal welfare, the validity of cowboy traditions, practices and iconography in the modern world and whether that imported culture dominating life on a Lakota reservation can ever be anything but a toxic cul-de-sac, all go unasked and unanswered.

The Wild Pear Tree (Nuri Bilge Ceylan)

This probably should be in my top ten. It’s absolutely spectacular. Beautifully naturalistic and expansive in scope and ambition. One regular customer at the cinema where I work said it authentically encapsulates the experiences of everyday Turkish life and so if that sounds up your street and you have a spare three and a bit hours to invest this is richly rewarding watch.

Why it’s not in my top 10: It’s just soooo long. It’s 188 minutes but feels like longer, which I’d actually say is a good thing because it covers so much ground at such a measured pace you’re surprised when it’s over that you’ve experienced so much in such a, relatively, short space of time. But it’s still exhausting. While lengthy discussions work within the context of the film their inclusion teeters on the brink of indulgence and the main character, a youthful and arrogant would-be intellectual, is frankly a bit of a dick, and that’s a long time to spend in the company of someone you don’t necessarily like. So in essence, while this is a masterpiece, it is a demanding one, and it’s because I found the physical experience of watching this to be more challenging than either enjoyable or invigorating that it slipped into the runners-up. Once Upon A Time in Anatolia, which I rewatched earlier this year, manages to cover similar territory but still leave you enlivened so I was hoping this might do the same.

Leave No Trace (Debra Granik)

A well-paced, great looking and emotive little drama featuring exceptional central performance from Thomasin McKenzie and the dependably compelling Ben Foster as a father and daughter living on the margins of society in contemporary America. Comparisons with with the work of Kelly Reichardt seem justified.

Why it’s not in my top 10: It’s a great film, I just personally think I saw at least 10 better ones this year. You might feel otherwise. (But you’d still be wrong)

The Miseducation of Cameron Post

I found this to be really sweet and engaging and similarly effective to Lady Bird in giving dignity and truth to the voices of youth. It felt a bit like a modern day update of a John Hughes film (but with the startling misogyny and casual racism excised obviously)

Why it’s not in my top 10: It’s good, but not that good.

Marlina the Murderer In Four Acts

Indonesian. Feminist. Western.

What more do you need to hear. A great little film that deserves a wider audience.

Why it’s not in my top 10: You’ve got the gist of this by now surely?

A Fantastic Woman

I think this did a really good job in highlighting the various forms of conspicuous everyday cruelty that hinder the lives of trans women and more broadly the harmful prejudices that nestle within normative society. The film is far from perfect and is not without it’s justifiable criticism; I have heard it said that this represents a CIS gendered persons idea of what trans experience is like rather than the reality and it is true that the central character is pretty much entirely defined by her victimhood rather this being a more nuanced portrait. So, yes, it’s maybe more than a little melodramatic but the central performance of Daniela Vega is i think still suitably engrossing to warrant your attention.

Why it’s not in my top 10: and nor are the films below

Faces / Places (Agnès Varda, JR)

This was a really lovely film. I tend to overuse the word charming (You’ll likely notice a bunch of equally overused synonyms of it where I’ve attempted to avoid doing so above.) but it’s really apt here. This is a delightfully playful look at the collaboration and friendship of it’s creators, filmmaking legend Agnes Varda and photographer/muralist JR as they travel around France making work. And that pretty much it. It’s smart, fun and funny but mostly it’s nice. Refreshingly and unashamedly pleasant.

This was one of 3 Agnès Varda films I saw in the cinema this year and I’m deeply disappointed both that I didn’t catch more but also that I’m so late in being introduced to her work. The other two I saw were Cleo From 5 to 7, a truly stunning piece of work that effortlessly makes many of it’s French New Wave contemporaries look painfully austere, and One Sings, The Other Doesn’t, whose first 5 minutes alone are so deliciously, guilefully political as to make this, and discovering Varda’s films in general, one of my highlights of the year.

While the ship has sailed for the folks of Manchester to catch the Gleaning Truths season, the lucky folk of London still have a chance to catch them all and suitable time to plan as they’re all showing in early 2019 at the Prince Charles Cinema. I heartily recommend you do so (or at the very least see Cleo From 5 to 7 then see how you go) Link here.

Lastly I want to mention a trio of horror films that stood out this year.

Hereditary was hokey, divisive and derivative of a bunch of late 70′s horror but had a great cast, some surprising twists and I found it to be a great deal of fun. Others did not. The choice is yours.

Mandy was a more maniacally entertaining treat, again derivative but as it’s effectively an adoring pastiche of 80′s genre films it can’t be judged too harshly on those terms. I still think Let The Corpses Tan covers similar territory better, but this has some spectacular visuals, a superb soundtrack and a gloriously unhinged Nicholas Cage to keep you amused along the way.

The new Halloween marked an entertaining return to for the long-suffering franchise and, pleasingly, a box office success but what I found most interesting about it were the sly touches in the screenplay that suggest changes may be afoot in Hollywood. The key protagonists are all women, they’re surrounded by a parade of shitty men who show themselves to be either abusive, untrustworthy or impotent when the time comes to face up to the embodiment of senseless murderous misogyny, Michael Myers. There was a similar vibe in Widows, and with both it was encouraging to see politics being injected into successful mainstream offerings. Lets hope it persist.

Celebrated films I haven’t seen that may be notably absent above:

I’ve heard good things about both Wajib and 120 BPM but haven’t seen them, so obviously can’t comment on them. Also I haven’t got around to watching Cuarón’s Roma yet. Or Sweet Country. I missed that one too.

Alternative facts

In the interest of fairness and balance and the spirit of sharing here’s an alternative top 10 from my learned colleagues at HOME: https://homemcr.org/article/top-10-films-of-2018-ushers-choice/

(Just because their reviews are more thorough and better written, it doesn’t make them right)

And a 2018 highlight podcast if you’re really keen:

https://homemcr.org/media/the-home-film-podcast-special-2018-round-up/

Things I’m looking forward to seeing next year:

The Favourite looks deliciously vicious and entirely up my street so I can’t wait to see that. Green Book I very much like the look of too and is an intriguing shift for Peter Farrelly that I hope pays off. I also have high hopes for If Beale Street Could Talk, like the sound of Destroyer, the look of Vice and am intrigued by Burning. Anyway that’s more than enough for now. I’m gonna go do something else. So should you. See you in the new year.

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lostxwanderess · 7 years

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My Walker Stalker

Or the happiest day of my life.

So yeah, this is me with some of the cast of the walking dead. As cool as I may sound writing this... I fucking wasn‘t. These two days were like spending time in heaven and I just can‘t recover from that. Steven, Austin and Alanna were soooo nice (Alanna even tried to talk German to me and Steven asked for my name while Austin found my jumper to be particularly fluffy) and I don‘t regret spending my money for a selfie (because they all took way more than one, especially Steven and Alanna). It was so weeeeird talking to the people I would watch on screen and I was so fascinated that they were so funny, warm and normal.

But nothing can compare to JEFFREY FUCKING DEAN MORGAN and how he made me feel in just 15 seconds.

I was soo fucking nervous before meeting him, I felt like my whole body was going to fall apart. In the queue in front of me was a mom with her two children, daughter (maybe 14) and son (about 7) and they were making their way into the photo booth. I remember hearing the clicks and the „NEXT“ and I thought, waaait this is all way too fast, and then I heard the daughter gasp and bury her face into her hands because she saw him for the first time. Right there in that booth, just a few footsteps away. There were tears in her eyes and I really felt for her immediately. The line stopped and I felt my heart beat in my chest like it was going to punch thorigh my ribs. Fuck fuck fuck, he was right there. Even though I saw him just a few hours ago on his panel it felt so unreal. Almost like watching a YouTube video or something. „NEXT!“ And then I stepped into the booth and saw him in close proximity standing there with two girls, all smiles and everything and my heart just stopped. I had no breath left in my lungs, I just stood there and looked at him in awe. There he was - Jeffrey fucking Dean Morgan. This was the man I adore for over ten years now (of course since Negan my crush for him went through the roof but nevertheless...) and he stood right in front of me. I remember thinking that he was even taller than I thought he was and that his smile was... wow, his smile. I can‘t describe it. When he greeted the mother and her children he immediately lit up when he saw the little boy and asked her if he could pick him up, which he did then and he tried to calm down the girl (they even took a second picture bc she was crying in the first one - soo nice). Yeah. And then it was my turn. I got a little push forward and his focus shifted to me. It felt like a shock going through my body. His smile widened as he walked over to me (bc I was barely moving) and his eyes hit mine. I never ever felt a person looking at me like this before. He looked me directly in the eyes, nowhere else. That was so fucking intense I felt like falling over. His hands grabbed mine. „Hey, gorgeous!“ Really, JDM calling ME gorgeous.. that was almost too much for me. I have a history of feeling bad about my looks, of being uncomfortable in my body. But he erased everything of that in these few seconds and made me feel like the most beautiful person in that moment. You felt like he was only waiting you for you all day long, like the person he most wanted to see. I only remember distinctly what we said, something along the lines of a thousand thank you‘s and it‘s so great to see you‘s. I said just a long, breathless „heeey“ at the beginning.

I just cannot describe the feeling meeting him. It was something along the lines of being totally surreal and bizarr but also every kind of wonderful. It was a miracle. My miracle. Then he hugged me with that big, welcoming bear hug that is JDMs trademark by now and I remember my hands on his back, feeling that he was quite skinnier than I expected and I just wanted to hold him forever. But we soon got in position for the picture (we are just five seconds in at that moment) and I was trying to be polite with where to put my hands and I was so giddy with excitement and overwhelmed when he pulled me closer and put his hand on my head and pressed me to his chest. On this picture I wasn‘t able to control my face anymore. I was just.so.happy. I smelled him and everything was good and we held each other for these three seconds and I felt soo damn happy like I haven‘t been in such a long time. We hugged again I think (because it was all soooo damn fast) and we thanked each other again, and he was almost making sure that he thanked me more for me being there than the other way around and then.. it was time to go.

I regret not remembering every little detail of these 15 seconds. Because they are so very dear and special to me. I can’t remember for sure if we hugged for a second time or not, or if my mind just tossed everything around but I don‘t care. Because when I look at this picture I feel good and safe and everything is perfect.

So.. thank you, Jeffrey, for making me forget every bad thing that has ever happened to me. For making me feel beautiful, for sharing your time with me. And for giving your time so graciously for each and everyone of us, even that you have a beautiful family of your own and a sweet baby girl at home. And thank you Hilarie for lending him to us now and then and letting us girls swoon over him. He is such a great guy.

And let me add, when everyone else was already gone at the end of the event, Jeffrey was still giving people autographs just to not disappoint anyone, like he gave so much himself all day.

So thank you. For the best 15 seconds of my life.

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