Because of the time and circumstances of their world, Therese and Carol have to very carefully navigate their relationship. A lot remains unspoken out of fear and unknown, so small moments of physical contact become big moments. Todd Haynes uses this, making sure that the weight of each of these moments are very present in the film, which allows the moments to not only progress the relationship of Carol and Therese, but they become visual progression of the story in the film, telling the audience much more than dialogue could in such little time.
Most people are saying the Sanvers engagement is rushed and I kinda agree but it’s totally in line with them. Maggie didn’t admit her feelings until she almost died. They didn’t say i love you until Alex almost died. It’s not that surprising that when the world might end that they’ll decide to get married
warnings: mentions of sex, heavy make out, a bit of sadness in the beginning
word count: 1655
Today had been one of the worst days of your life.
It had started out just like any other day, you walked to school beside your boyfriend of two years, Peter Parker. The two of you always walked to school every morning, seeing as you lived in apartments that were close together. It was almost like a tradition for the two of you; meeting at the corner of the two of your building, before walking the fifteen minutes it took to get to school.
Once the two of you had arrived at school, everything went downhill, fast.
The moment you stepped into your first period class, your stomach had turned sideways, feeling as though your guts were turning themselves inside out. It felt as though something bad was going to happen as soon as you sat in your desk.
And something bad was happening, indeed.
Sitting in the cold, wooden desk aside Peter, you lowered your arm so that you could grab ahold of your bag. Pulling out a pencil, you straightened your back and relaxed into the seat. Raising your eyes, you noticed your teacher standing at the front of the room, a stack of paper in his hands.
An hour later, there were tears in your eyes, as you knew that you had down awful on the quiz. With the grade that you already had, this quiz would have decided your grade for the next few weeks.
And that was not the end of the story.
By the end of the school day, you had taken three tests, been bullied by the most popular girls in school, and tripped into the mud outside the school’s front doors on the way home. Now, you stood in front of Peter’s apartment, tears in your eyes. The cold, salty tears stung your dulled eyes as you knocked on his front door. Peter opened a few moments later, his body wrapped in a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. His wide eyes scanned your shivering frame before he was immediately grabbing you by your waist. He pulled you into his chest, strong arms wrapping around your hips. You inhaled his familiar scent as he pulled you closer to his chest, something that seemed almost impossible. The teen in front of you seemed sympathetic, his eyes filled with sadness and his heart filled with hurt.
If Peter was being honest, when he saw the tears in your eyes, he was filled with a sudden rage. He wanted to find whoever had done this to you and use his newfound powers to show them that they should never hurt you. The teenage, human spider hated that you were in pain, even if it were not physical.
Peter pulled you out of the rain, his grip never leaving your body. He pulled you into his apartment with strong hands guiding you to his room. He ducked past his Aunt May, trying to avoid her pestering questions, wanting nothing more than to get you warm and happy.
When he reached his room, he grabbed a pair of his old sweats and a large shirt of his. He handed them to you, not uttering a word before gently pushing on the small of your back. He pushed you towards his bathroom, letting you get changed out of your wet clothes and into his fresh, warm ones. While you changed, Peter moved across his room, turning on his television screen. He let the vibrant screen play quietly in the background of his room for a few moments before he grabbed a movie beside the television. He pushed it into the slot of the screen before moving back to his bedside, moving the blankets and bunching them up in order to make part of a fort.
When you exited Peter’s bathroom, you were surprised to see what he had done. Your eyes scanned the small room and laid them upon Peter’s figure; he was sorting the blankets and pushing pillows to the side of his bed so that there would be room for the two of you.
Making a sound from the back of your throat, you alerted Peter of your presence. The teen turned his attention in your direction, his eyes immediately falling upon your frame. His chocolate brown eyes took in your broken stature; scrubby, red eyes, sunken-in frame, and wet, knotted hair.
“Oh, baby,” Peter spoke sadly, moving the distance to take you back into his arms. He let your forehead fall against his broad chest, new tears soaking his sweatshirt. Peter rubbed small circles into your back, his head laying atop of yours, breathing in your scent. He let you cry for a few more minutes before he pulled you towards his bed. He layed you down in front of him, letting him lay behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back into him. The position felt natural, as if he were meant to lay beside you.
For the next hour or so, you and Peter cuddled into each other and watched movies, letting you get more comfortable.
While you were focused on the movie, you did not see Peter watching you. You did not notice Peter’s eyes as he scanned your face with adoration in his eyes. He watched your eyes as they crinkled when you laughed, and the way that your lips curled at the end when you smiled. His eyes shined and reflected immense happiness when you smiled, grinning happily when you did. His eyes roamed every inch of your face, from the scars and lines. He knew that you did not like the scars and acne marks on your face. You claimed that they were ugly; that they made you look different and not perfect.
But Peter thought differently.
He thought the marks made you beautiful. He thought they made you look strong; as if you had survived through hell and much more. Peter thought that scars were not a sign of imperfection; they were a sign of strength and beauty. He loved the scars on your body, even if you did not.
Lifting his hand, he let the tip of his index finger trail along the scar behind your ear, dropping it to follow the short line to its end. He moved his hand again, towards another one of your scars. It was one caused by acne, a scar that you hated because it was on your face, right underneath your cheekbone.
When you felt the tip of his finger trail across his face, you turned, watching Peter as he stared at your face. His chocolate brown orbs gazed into your eyes, taking in every feature of your face with complete and utter awe. His lips twisted into a smile as he watched you take in his features as he did to you.
With one final look, Peter lowered his lips until they were inches away from yours, “You are so gorgeous, love.”
You shook your head with a blush, before you leaned up to connect your lips to his. Peter responded almost immediately, his lips moving against yours. He tilted his head so that his lips could slot against yours in a smoother fashion. You groaned against his lips, moving your lips faster so that you could keep up with him. Peter moved, his back muscles shifting as he let you fall back against his bed sheets. You sighed happily, complete euphoria and love rushing over your body.
This was Peter Parker.
The man you had loved since the day you met him.
The man you would love for the rest of your life.
You moved, your back lying flat against the sheets of Peter’s bed. Your hands clutched the sides of Peter’s face, one pulling itself through his hair with a groan. Peter smiled against your lips, his contagious personality rubbing off, causing you to smile as well.
“God, I love you,” Peter groans. His hips roll into yours for a short moment, eliciting a moan from your mouth. He continues to roll his lips into yours, sighs of happiness and love coming from both your mouths.
To anyone other person, the scene may have looked like two people wrapped up in lust and euphoria.
However, that was not what was happening.
No, this was different.
This was something bigger; something pure and beautiful. Something that no one could have predicted, a motion that most people would never achieve in their entire lives. This was something that made the stormy days brighter, and the bad days just a little bit happier. It was the sort of thing that made your stomach flutter with excitement and your heart beat just a little bit faster. It made your eyes shine brighter and your steps feel lighter. This thing made you happy, sad, and excited all at the same time; the simple mention of it made you nervous and happy all at once.
It was love.
This love was the feeling in your stomach when Peter mumbled how much he loved you; it was the feeling of Peter’s lips against yours. Love was the ache in your gut as Peter’s hips rolled against yours.
And most of all, it was what you felt for Peter; and similarly, it was what he felt for you.
jimin x reader, highschool! jimin, bestfriend! jimin •
smut, fluff, slight angst, •
words: 11,163 →
had feelings for your bestfriend Jimin for as long as you can remember, but you
always thought they were unreciprocated. What if it turned out they weren’t…? •
note. this is a
(sort of) remastered version of the same story I wrote for Kyungsoo here,
called Just Friends. Whenever I think of this story, I just see Jimin lmao, and
I couldn’t help myself but to rewrite it. For more information, read here.
Warnings: fluffy fluff, smutty smut, a bit of angst if you squint
A/N: Anon Requested: “Can you write one about Sam x
reader. Reader is shy quiet bookworm who is in love with Sam. She knows he
would never feel the same way. So she fantasizes about him seducing her. Then
it really happens. Thank you” Hope this is OK!
You couldn’t focus on the book in front of you. The
bunker was quiet enough, the light warm enough, your legs comfortably resting
over the arm of the armchair you were laid in, but you just couldn’t stop
thinking about him. It was an uncharacteristically quiet day, and it was
supposed to be the day you finished this book you’d been trying to finish for
weeks. But every time the main character was mentioned, your mind wandered and
you thought back to the tall, long haired, broad shouldered man you knew in real
life. You weren’t even halfway through this thing, but you wouldn’t give up on
it. You’d never given up halfway through a book and you didn’t plan on starting
Clearing your throat, you tried to refocus.
You felt your eyes growing heavy and before you knew it
you were drifting off to sleep, your head resting on the other arm of the chair,
the book still open and perched against your thighs. You felt yourself smile as
you saw Sam move towards you, his hand coming up to hold your face before he crashed
his lips to yours. You were suddenly against a wall, his hands on your waist
holding you in place as he deepened the kiss. You gripped the fabric of his shirt
as he let his hands wander down, his lips moving to suck a mark under your ear.
A moan rumbled past your lips as you felt his fingers
slip under the top of your jeans and you suddenly started awake.
You jumped up, sitting up in the chair, realising you’d
fallen asleep and were having one of your not-so-infrequent fantasies about the
younger Winchester. It had been a long couple of weeks and sleep had been
severely lacking for all of you as you worked the case.
“Dude you were out,” you heard Dean’s voice and laughed.
“And making some serious happy noises,” he winked, and you instantly cringed,
your cheeks flushing pink.
“I realise you don’t know me, but please help me, I think I’m going to pass out.” “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I saw someone put something in your drink. You didn’t drink from it already, did you?” “I got robbed and have no way of getting home. They got my phone, so I can’t call anyone. Could I please borrow your phone?” “Shit! Sorry, I didn’t see you there… Are you okay?” “Charlie! Imagine seeing you here!– Oh. Wait, you aren’t Charlie…” “Excuse me, I was looking to get my girlfriend a bra, could you help me– You’re not the shop assistant, are you?” “Watch out for that truck!” “Is this your wallet?” “You look very different to your profile picture…” “Look out where you’re going, asshole!” “Did you see that?! He had a gun.” “Are you the girl/guy from So You Think You Can Dance?!” “Err– I’m sorry to interrupt, but I was just walking behind you and I think you must have sat in something…” “I know I don’t know you and this might sound really strange, but do you have a room or a spare settee or something I could crash on? I could pay you… I just… I really need someone to help me out right now.” “HELP ME!” “Oh my god, are you okay? I’m calling the police. I think I saw who did this to you.” “Are you alright? You look really pale.” “The whole street is blocked off. The police won’t tell us anything, but I think there’s been some kind of attack… Maybe a bomb?” ”Have you lost something? Can I help?” “Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?”.
HI GUYS!!! So I FINALLY sat down and recorded something, because how could I not after watching the perfection that was Islands and hearing this wonderful song? I did a ton of experimenting when I recorded this and tried stuff I had never done before… but I think I’m really happy with how it came out! :)
Also, thank you @cosmicowly for posting the chords!! If you haven’t heard their beautiful piano cover of this song yet, GO LISTEN TO IT!