Warnings: Swearing, drinking. Somewhere between angsty and fluffy and with mentions of smut.
Summary: With a broken team, and a broken heart, Tony Stark has no one else to rely on but (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a long time friend that has endured and coped with him more times than any friend would. Upon drinks, sad movies and a harmless 20 Questions game, the most hidden feelings arise.
A/N: I like this a lot. Bear it with me.
If you said you weren’t surprised by the
message you got that morning, you’d be a fucking liar. You were indeed
surprised, and with good reason. You hadn’t seen Tony Stark in a year or two,
only quick texting once or twice a week just to catch up on your lives, but now
he was inviting you to his place to watch a movie, “for old times’ sake”.
Movies with him never ended up well, or at
least, they didn’t use to. Sex is all there was in a movie night with him;
well, sex and guilt. You were head over heels for such a long time that you
couldn’t even recall the moment when you first started to feel that, but now
you had grown up, and you were more or less sure that your feelings were a
mature thing that could be controlled.
You waited in the elevator the excruciating
moments before getting to where he needed you. FRIDAY, his artificial assistant
was very kind to tell you that he was eager to see you; you too were eager, but
still very afraid of what was going to happen next.
Poison blasted from the speakers, and you were
suddenly taken ages back, when you two were at his place, drinking and laughing
and then… going at it. You couldn’t help but smiling at the memory, and when
you saw Tony looking at you, your heart just stopped. He had not change a thing, and if anything, he
was even more handsome than you remembered.
“What a sight for sore eyes are you.” He smiled
as he took the long distance to hug you so tight that he could’ve broken your
“You’re so full of shit.”
The drinks started to come up and the saddest
movie you had ever seen showed up on the huge TV he owned. You two stayed in silence
for a while, really taking into every detail of the movie. You were not used to
watch these kind of movies with him, let alone watch any movie. You two
invented Netflix and chill before there was any Netflix whatsoever. That until
he recommended a Twenty Questions game. You started.
“Question number one. How are you?” You asked.
“Fucked. My friends are gone, my ex-girlfriend
doesn’t want me and she doesn’t even want to see me anymore. One of my best
friends is on a fucking wheelchair and everything has just gone to shit.”
“That’s just sad.” You shook your head.
“Number two, did you miss me?” He gave you a
“Can’t say I didn’t.” You shrugged innocently.
And as the movie went on, and the bottles of
beer emptied, you two had gained more and more false confidence to ask each
other the most inappropriate questions that your drunken minds could possible
think of. But things started to get very awkward and you completely lost the
focus on the movie.
“Question number ten,” he took the beer to his
lips and sipped from it, “what is it that you think I should know right now?”
“You just don’t know how to love, Stark.” You
sighed, keeping your eyes on the screen, trying hard not to look at him,
because if you did, you’d surely tell him everything in your mind. “You destroy
everything you love. So that’s why I’m sure you don’t love me enough.”
“Not true.” He retorted, pausing the movie.
“It is. I would never be like Pep because our
friendship is always coming and going. I mean… you tore her apart man. I don’t
wanna be mean, but you gotta admit it… You had everything in your hands to not
fuck shit up and… you did. You went along this destructive path as you have
“What do you mean?” Tony asked.
“After what happened in New York, you told me
Pepper wanted you to slow down with the avenging life, right?” He nodded. “That
she wanted to have a more or less normal relationship with an abnormal man like
yourself, right?” He nodded again. “Well, what did you do? Destroyed a bunch of
suits just to build more. Or at least enhance the one you’d stay with and blow
up an entire city.”
“I don’t get the point.”
“She gave you the chance to stop this madness,
and you didn’t. And once you were a hundred times more PSTD fucked up, you
tried to amend your relationship but she was done with it. Tony, it’s your
fault that she’s gone.”
“Thank you,” Tony huffed, “silly me for wanted
to have some Netflix and chill with you.”
“You can’t possibly think that you can bribe me
into a good movie and a pity fuck afterwards.” You laughed, placing a hand on
your chest. “I would have fallen for that three years ago. Tony, I got older
and I have a little self-respect now.”
“You would’ve?” He asked, furrowing his brow in
confusion. It took you a second to realize what you had said.
“I would.” Oh
fuck it. Good thing you were old enough now to be able to talk about your
still burning feelings in a way more civilized and controlled way. “I like you
Tony, my passion for you burns with the intensity of a thousand suns… and yes I
took that from a cartoon, but it ain’t that wrong.” Tony fell speechless, and
you called it your cue to break the news down to him. Years of friendship would
be probably be ruined, but fuck it, you were going big and probably going home
after this. “Remember when we were fuck buddies? Well, it all went to shit for
me, because we knew each other so damn well and sex was like the next step for
us and I always thought you’d end up feeling the same thing for me but
apparently you did not.” You rolled your eyes. “And it’s totally fine! Don’t
get me wrong. This friendship we have is probably ruined because I never told
you this until now and because I started acting weird after I got the feelings,
but you have your fair share too, I mean… you could’ve asked what happened, and
you never did. And I’m sorry… I’m gonna have to go.”
You were getting ready to leave, you had even
taken your bag from the countertop and your jacket from the hanger next to the
door, and as they opened for you, Tony started running behind you to grab your
arm and make you turn around.
“Question number eleven, was any of this true?”
You nodded a silent response. “Twelve, why didn’t you say anything?”
“It had no use.” You shook your head. “You were
head over heels for Pepper.” You shrugged. “Can I go? I really wanna go home.”
“(Y/N), you dropped this bomb and you want to
go home without any further explanation? Do you think I’m an idiot?”
“What’s the use of even explaining you now?”
You asked in exhaustion. “You’re still in love with Pepper and I’m gonna die
alone! So what?”
“Thirteen, do you still like me?” He asked.
“Yes.” You nodded. “Fourteen, did you ever feel
something for me?”
“Yes. I did.” He sighed. “Fifteen, what do we
“I have no fucking clue.” Your bottom lip
trembled, he was getting closer and your knees started to weaken. “Sixteen…”
you paused, “do you know?”
“No.” Tony shook his head and cupped your face;
his breath brushed your lips, and as you held on to his wrists, you tried to
have as much from him as possible. The way his body tensed at your touch, his
hitching breathing and his crazy heartbeat were signals, but you were not sure
if those were the right ones.
“Seventeen. When did you feel something for
me?” Your voice was a barely audible whisper now.
“It has been like an on and off thing… Before
we even were fuck buddies I felt something for you, and then Pepper came, and
well, I’ve missed you…”
“So now I’m like your second choice?”
“Never.” You tried to escape, but your hands
were glued to his arms and he was not letting you go either. Even though his
grip was strong, his hands were tender, and they felt soft against your skin.
You longed for this contact, it had been a while since you two saw each other.
“(Y/N), you were never a second choice or a consolation prize. You wanna know
why I haven’t hurt you?”
“Because I care.”
“Eighteen. Why do you care?”
“You’ve been with me through thick and thin,
(Y/N).” His hands moved from your face to your shaky shoulders, trying to stop
you. “You’re the oldest friend I have and god knows you’re the best. Nineteen,
do you want to jump with me?”
“I do…” You sighed, moving your hands to his
chest. “Twenty…” you bit your bottom lip, “do you love me?” He nodded a silent
“I’m gonna ask another one. Twenty one, can I
kiss you again? I… I don’t wanna let you go, (Y/N). Never again.”
You didn’t reply, but you pulled him closer to
you. His lips were almost afraid of touching yours, and his hands were even
more nervous as they sneaked down your torso and to your waist. You held on to
him like never before in your life; you wanted to have him again, you wanted
him to be yours and no one else’s. You wanted all the things that harmed him to
disappear while he was in your arms.
He was broken, torn and mentally fucked up, but
you were strong enough to love him because you had loved him all your life. He
was the one who kept you up at night, and you didn’t care if he was going to
keep you up at night due to his terrible PSTD; you’d be there for him because
you wanted him to be less miserable. You wanted to make him less miserable.
“We already had the Netflix part… can we go
chill right now?” He breathed against your lips, slowly roaming up his hands
from under your shirt. “For old times’ sake?” He helped you wrap your legs
around his waist, holding you effortlessly as he had always done. “Is this a
“This is a ‘you better treat me right, Stark’”
You pressed your forehead against his and stayed there a minute, caressing his
hair and smiling like an idiot. This was everything you ever wanted, and the
jump even though seemed like jumping from the top of the Stark Tower, you were
more than willing to do it.
‘Maintaining My Virginity Has Given Me Incredible Powers’: 5 Questions With Steven Spielberg
The architect of dozens of iconic movies, Steven Spielberg essentially invented the blockbuster and has changed Hollywood forever. We asked the renowned director five questions about his storied career, and his answers will blow you away.
1. Where do you get the ideas for your movies?
I get my ideas from things I see in my everyday life. One time I was walking on the beach, and I saw a huge shark eating someone with its enormous jaws. I saw that, and I thought, “What if that shark was a man, and instead of eating people, he searched for lost artifacts and battled the Nazis with a whip?” The next day I started work on Indiana Jones. You never know where inspiration can be hiding.
2. What do you think has most contributed to your success as a filmmaker?
Maintaining my virginity for my entire life has given me incredible divine powers from heaven. I have kept my body pure from desires of the flesh, and as a result, God has sent his blessings down upon me. Because I have remained a virgin, God has granted me the ability to hold my breath for six minutes at a time. This has enabled me to shoot several scenes in Raiders Of The Lost Ark underwater, which really made that film great. If I hadn’t been a virgin, God wouldn’t have allowed me to hold my breath for six minutes, and Raiders Of The Lost Ark would have been a mediocre film completely lacking any scenes that take place underwater.
3. What is a common misconception people have about your work?
People often think that E.T. went on to live a long and happy life after he left Earth at the end of the movie, but that simply is not the case. The moment that E.T. boards his spaceship, his fellow aliens immediately kill him for failing in his mission to steal one of Elliott’s sweatshirts. E.T. is the saddest movie I ever made.
4. What was it like working with Harrison Ford on the Indiana Jones series?
Like many actors in the early 1980s, when Harrison Ford heard that an actor had just been elected president, he assumed it was him. It made shooting the movie difficult, as Harrison was constantly trying to call foreign dignitaries and order missile strikes between takes. We had to cobble most of his dialogue from him shouting, “Now Harrison’s the president,” as he refused to read his lines, claiming that the U.S. Constitution forbade the president from engaging in archaeology. Harrison is the best actor I’ve ever worked with by far.
5. What’s your favorite part about being a filmmaker?
They let me keep the plastic E.T. puppet, and if you rub sunscreen on the plastic E.T. puppet, the plastic E.T. puppet will reward you by telling an interesting fact about insects. I love to learn about insects, so I always make sure I have plenty of sunscreen to rub all over E.T. I can’t imagine doing any other job.
A/N: A piece where the reader is new to the team and she and Spencer love each other but are not in a committed relationship yet, mainly because he feels so strongly (even more than Maeve), so he begins to push her away. She ends up accepting a date from another man, who turns out to be a creep. @coveofmemories@sexualemobitch@jamiemelyn@unstoppableangel8
Spencer Reid was probably destined to be alone. At least that’s what he assumed as he looked at the woman that he loved more than anything in the world. Shortly after Maeve was taken from him, Y/N had started with the Bureau. At first, Spencer didn’t expect himself to like her as a team member, no less a lover, but after a year of working together, the two admitted their feelings for each other.
Y/N was the epitome of perfection - at least in his eyes. Not only was she beautiful, her eyes as stormy and beautiful as the oceans, and her smile brighter than the sun, but her intelligence rivaled his, without the faults that came with it, like his lack of social skills and occasional superiority complex. In addition, she was more kind than the world deserved; if someone needed a shirt, she would give them the one off her back. But as much as he loved her, as perfect as she was for him, as amazing as her puzzle piece would fit with his, he was scared.
He was too scared.
He knew of her feelings and she knew of his, but after what happened with Maeve, he was afraid to ever truly love again. What if she was taken away again? And he wasn’t able to do anything…he couldn’t live through that again. He just couldn’t; even the thought made his heart clench, the blood damned up to the point where he was on the verge of explosion. Worse yet, Spencer could tell he was going to lose her, all because he couldn’t allow himself to commit. Since they’d come clean with each other, he’d been keeping her at an arm’s length, refusing to allow himself to linger on her both mentally and physically for more than a few seconds; if he did, he’d be lost for good. “Spence,” she said, walking into the bullpen that morning, her voice soft with uncertainty as she formed the words she wanted to say. He’d been rude recently, so he stopped himself from doing that, but he also refused to meet her gaze, allowing her to continue speaking if she felt like it while he did some paperwork. “I know that you’ve been keeping me at bay lately, but I also know how you feel about me. If you can’t actually commit to something with me, I can’t sit here and wait for you. It’s not fair to me. Although I think your brain is being unfair to you.”
That caught his attention. His head snapped up to meet her gaze, her eyes glazed over with a curtain of thick tears. “What do you mean by that?”
“For a genius, you sure are thick Spencer,” she replied. A tear cascaded its way down the side of her face and fell to the floor. “I can’t imagine how you felt after Maeve-”
“No, you can’t,” he snapped.
“I may not know how you feel, but I know the world, and I know love. If you continuously push people away because you’re afraid of losing them, you. will. die. alone.” Her lip quivered as she turned away, getting ready to head back toward her desk. Before she did, she spun back around toward him, once more, giving him a final word on the matter. “I don’t want that for you. You deserve to have someone to love, but I can’t give you my all and not get the same in return.”
After two weeks of insane tension between the two, things started to settle down. Y/N acted as if nothing had ever been said between them - good or bad - and honestly, he had no idea how to feel about that. However she started to seethe when he overheard a conversation between Emily, Penelope and Y/N. “So you’ve got a date tonight?’ Emily asked hopefully.
Y/N replied with an enthusiasm that made Spencer ache inside. “Yup!”
“But what about you and Boy Genius?” Penelope whined. “I wanted you to get together. You’re perfect together.”
Her enthusiasm faded away, but Spencer had already started to walk away before he heard anything more, therefore not hearing what she said. “I thought so too, Pen, but I’m not going to sit around and wait for Reid to open himself up to someone again. After what happened with Maeve, who I never met but knowing Spencer obviously meant a lot to him, he can’t allow himself to feel that way about someone again, and I’m not waiting. I want to find someone, so yea, I have a date.”
Penelope sighed, trying to give Y/N an encouraging smile as she wrestled with the fact that Spencer was being such an idiot about this. Granted, going through something like that would stick with someone forever in a certain way, but he did deserve some happiness in his life, and Y/N had brought him that; Penelope wanted to smack him for being so stubborn. Emily was definitely going to smack him, though she knew Y/N was right and was happy for her. “Well have fun,” she said. “You’ll have to let us know how it goes.”
“Of course,” Y/N laughed. As if she wouldn’t tell them everything the moment she walked back into her apartment later tonight.
The way to get over someone was to start something with someone new right? At least that’s what Y/N told herself as she walked into the down-to-earth bar she frequented on the weekends. That’s where she’d promised to meet Dylan. He’d eyed her for quite a few weeks and after Y/N realized she couldn’t wait for Spencer anymore, Dylan had asked her what was wrong. They got to talking and by the end, he asked her on an official date. It took two weeks to finally come about, but now it was here and she was feeling pretty good about it.
Dylan was very cute, a cut jawline stubbled with black hair that matched the luscious locks on top of his head. His piercing green eyes bore into her as she walked toward him, offset by the slight wrinkles around his eyes, making him look slightly weathered, but gorgeous just the same. His tanned hands were soft and smooth, something he said he appreciated considering his construction worker father had the most roughened palms of anyone he knew; he was thankful they’d apparently come from his work in construction rather than it being hereditary. “Hey, Y/N,” he said, standing up from the table and kissing her on the cheek. “How was work?”
“Same old, same old,” she said. “What about you? Did your company get that project they’ve been seeking out?”
He pumped his fists in the air like a little kid, which she found endearing. “Yes, which means a raise for me, so drinks are on me tonight.”
“Well, how can I say no to that?” she laughed.
While he got the first round of drinks, she fumbled in her bag, which had been buzzing for quite a few minutes. Just messages from the ladies saying to have fun on her date. “Here you go,” he said, coming over and handing her a beer. “We should play 20 questions. I feel like that’s always the best way to get to know each other.”
“I could be down for that,” she said, sipping at her drink. Over the next 20 minutes, she ask him all sorts of questions. Place he wanted to travel most? Scotland. Favorite sport to play? Basketball. And to watch? Baseball. What did he find the most pride in? His engineering degree and subsequent acceptance in an engineering doctoral program. He’d worked his ass off for it. Had he ever cried at a movie? Yes, and it was called My Dog Skip, which Y/N totally understood because that was one of the saddest movies she’d ever seen. Their first round wasted away her beer, so he asked if she wanted another one. Once she’d said yes, she excused herself to go to the bathroom and returned within a couple minutes.
Now it was her turn to answer questions. Picking up the beer, she listened intently as he asked some similar questions and some different ones. “What’s one thing you’ve done that you’d never do again?”
“Cage diving with sharks,” she said instantly. It had been fun, but also intensely scary, so never again.
His mouth dropped open, surprised that she’d do something like that. “Okay, what’s your weirdest or most bizarre deal breaker in a relationship?”
“Hmmm,” she said, thinking hard as she took another two sips of her drink. “I don’t know if it would be considered bizarre because of how often I see men doing it, but, if you’re the kind of guy that spits on the ground, we’re done. So gross. I don’t wanna kiss you after you’ve hocked up a loogie.”
The soft little giggle that came from him made her laugh in return. “I don’t do that, so I guess we’re good.” Nearly half the drink later, she noticed she felt off. She didn’t drunk until after 4 beers, at least. She was barely two in and she felt a little sweaty and her vision was blurred. When she glanced down, she realized her hands were a bit shaky too. She played it off, joking that she was such a lightweight when it came to drinking, that and that liquid went right through her, so once again, she went to the bathroom.
“He dosed me,” Y/N said to herself as she entered the bathroom. There’d been a smirk on his face when she got up. She was dosed. GHB if she were placing a bet. Once inside, she sat down on one of the toilets and took her pulse, it was lower than her normal resting rate. This definitely wasn’t normal. She’d underestimated Dylan’s character.
Quickly, she sent a picture of him to Morgan. “What’s up babygirl?” he asked, as she picked up the phone.
“Did you get the picture I sent you?”
“Yea, is that your date?”
“Yes, and he dosed me Morgan.”
“What? Where are you? I’ll come get you.”
She told him the name of the bar and told him to hurry. She was pretty sure he’d given her enough to pass out and she felt her eyes getting heavier and heavier by the second. “Hurry, Morgan. As far as I know,” she slurred, “he’s still waiting outside.”
When Morgan entered the bar just five minutes later (he’d driven nearly 100 miles an hour to get here so quickly), Dylan was still sitting by the table, and immediately Morgan shoved him against the wall and cuffed him. “Hey what the hell man?” he exclaimed, peering out from up against the wall to see blue and red lights approaching the bar. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Your date called me. You dosed her. You’re under arrest.” As the other cops came in, he handed Dylan over to them and told them to wait before walking into the bathroom and finding Y/N nearly passed out on the floor. He could tell she’d been fighting it. “It’s okay. I’m here,” he whispered softly as her eyes fluttered open and shut.
“Yea, babygirl it’s me. You’re safe.”
As he paraded her outside to the ambulance, Dylan cut his eyes at them both and immediately the local officers spun him around and brought him toward their car.
It only took 15 minutes to get to the hospital, but for Morgan it felt like forever. The dose hadn’t been enough to kill her, and because she knew the signs she would be able to be discharged within a few hours. Her phone began to ring off the hook. She was supposed to be home by now.
“Y/N? You home?” It was Garcia.
“No babygirl, it’s me,” Morgan replied.
“What happened?” Her voice was immediately shaky, tears brimming in an instant.
Morgan told her the whole story and said she’d be okay. “Just let everyone know she’d okay. I can see you’ve all been texting her.”
“I’ll let them know,” she said softly. “Take care of her Morgan.”
“Of course, babygirl.”
The minute they hung up, Morgan turned his attention toward making sure Y/N was safe and healthy, and Garcia made sure she let everyone know that Y/N was okay. In a group chat, she told everyone, Rossi, Spencer and Hotch included, that Y/N had been drugged and called Morgan for help.
The minute Spencer read what happened to her, his heart dropped. Someone had almost taken advantage of her, but she was okay - at least physically. Without thinking, he ran out of his apartment, barely grabbing his jacket along the way and made his way to the hospital, walking in just ten minutes later and running into Morgan. “How is she?” he asked softly, his eyes shaking in fear and guilt. She didn’t call him to help her. He’d made her feel that way - and knowing she was safe, not having her call him might’ve hurt more than anything.
Morgan clapped Spencer on the shoulder and walked him toward her room. She was going to be discharged within a couple hours and was already awake, though tired. “She’s going to be okay. She called me as soon as she noticed she’d been dosed.” When he said that she’d called him instead of Reid, Morgan could see the hurt in the younger man’s eyes.
As they rounded the corner into her room, she was taken aback by Spencer’s arrival, but she gave him a silent look that said she wanted a moment alone with him. The second Morgan left the room, he bent down to hug her. “Y/N, you’re okay,” he breathed.
“Yea, Spence,” she replied flatly. “I’m fine. Apparently I have no luck with men though.”
She looked away from him, not knowing what to say, until Spencer finally broke the tension. “Why didn’t you call me? Y/N, I love you, I would’ve helped you.”
“That’s exactly why I didn’t call you, Spence,” she replied. She was tired from the night’s events that tears immediately sprung to her eyes. “I love you too, but you don’t want me, or anyone, so I couldn’t have you, someone who doesn’t want to risk himself on me come and save me to have me fall further in love with you, so I called my friend.”
“You do realize that I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone? Even Maeve?”
She huffed incredulously. “You have a funny way of showing it.” Unless he was about to say sorry for being such an asshole these weren’t the words she wanted to hear right now, because they were exactly what she wanted to hear.
“I’ve been pushing you away because I’m scared,” he said, reaching over and placing his hand on top of hers. “I thought that I loved Maeve, and I did, so much, but I love you more, and the thought of losing you or hurting you makes me want to die, so I thought it would be better to push you away.”
“Do you realize, when you say it out loud, how dumb that actually sounds?” she laughed hollowly. “Because you pushing me away hurts too.”
As his own tears welled up, he brought her hand up to his lips. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m so, so sorry. Will you allow me to make it up to you?”
“We’ll work on it,” she said softly, as the night’s events finally started to take their toll. “Will you stay here until I get discharged?”
As he stood up, he told her that of course he would, nudging her aside slightly so he could come to sit on the bed with her. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered again. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
Nearly fifteen minutes later, Morgan returned to Y/N’s room to see Reid and Y/N sleeping. With a small smile, he took a seat in the chair across from her bed. Both of them were here; she was in good hands now.
1. My favorite live-action movie 2. My favorite animated movie 3. My favorite Disney movie 4. A funny movie I would recommend 5. The scariest movie I ever watched 6. My favorite Tim Burton movie 7. The worst movie I ever watched 8. The movie I watched the most times (and how many times) 9. Ever watched a bollywood movie? 10. A non-American movie I recommend 11. My favorite movie ost 12. My favorite super-hero movie (can be live-action or animated) 13. My favorite Studio Ghibli movie 14. Last movie I watched in theaters 15. My favorite childhood movie 16. The saddest movie I ever watched 17. The weirdest movie I ever watched 18. A movie I watched with talking animals 19. Favorite movie series 20. Favorite movie that came out this year
21. A tv series/anime you want to watch again 22. The funniest tv series/anime you've watched 23. Your favorite tv series/anime intro 24. Your top 5 favorite tv series/animes 25. The last tv series/anime you watched 26. Fave american tv show 27. Fave anime 28. Fave cartoon (that is not japanese) 29. Fave american tv series of the year 30. Fave animes or/and cartoons of the year 31. Shows I am currently watching: 32. Shows I regret watching 33. Longest show I've watched 34. Any show(s) I've watched that start with the letter "A"? 35. Favorite actors from an american show: 36. Favorite anime characters: 37. Least favorite actors from an american show: 38. Least favorite anime characters: 39. My otps (from any kind of tv series): 40. Tv series or/and anime with the best official soundtrack:
Onew: stares at you for a couple minutes before realizing that you’re actually crying. Tries to hold himself back from going into a fit of laughter, bc you look too freaking cute and he’s struggling bc you make him so emo. He’ll just wrap an arm around you and bury his face in your neck, telling you that you never fail to look adorable.
Jonghyun: let’s be honest he’d cry along too. Once he sees that tear escape your eye, he’s done for. Is wailing and flailing his arms as he points at the tv, wondering how someone can be so cruel and make this movie. He’d hold you close to him and sniff quietly as you’re both keeping your eyes glued to the screen.
Key: rolls his eyes and chuckles at you. Though he can’t help but feel his heart skipping a beat whenever you tell him this is the saddest movie you’ve ever seen. “You literally say that about every drama or movie, we’re gonna run out of tissues before it’s over!!” He’ll rub your back and mumble sweet nothings if you’re really breaking down in tears by the end of it, and he’ll treat you to some yummy food,
Minho: he wouldn’t be able to tell if you were trying to hide it, but he’ll figure out what’s happening when he sees you covering your face and rocking back and forth. He’d pause it and ask if you’d rather do something else to cheer you up *;)))))* but laughs when you slap his arm. He’d let you cry without saying anything, just smiling to himself and stroking your hair softly.
Taemin: he’s an emotional bub so he’d be sad that you’re crying at all. Will sniff and pretend to wipe a tear just to make you feel better just in case you felt embarrassed to cry in front of him. Might end up bawling his eyes out if you’re getting really emotional, and he’d want cuddles for the rest of the day until you both feel better.
1. Growing up, did/do you want to change your name? Yes, when I was really young. But I learned to love it soon enough
2. What is a good day for you? Being in touch with the people I love most at some point while also making time to take care of myself
3. How do you introduce yourself to new people? I go, “Hi, I’m Autumn. What’s your name?” Or am I misunderstanding the question? 😅
4. What is your shoe size? 9 ½
5. Warm or cold milk with cereal? Cold!
6. Do you have a best friend currently? What does the term mean to you? Yes. It means unconditional love and always trying to understand their point of view and knowing their heart as well as your own
7. What are you saving up for? Hahaha
8. Are you a feminist? Yes
9. What is your favourite curse word? I don’t use them. Just never got into the habit
10. How would you say ‘I love you’ without using the word love? By my actions. It’s nice to say it, but showing it proves it most of all
1. If love was a shape what would it be? and why? A circle. Because when it’s true, you get the love and care back that you give
2. Where would you like to retire and with who? To paradise with Howie
3. What or who inspire you the most and why? Jesus Christ. Because He gave His life for me
4. If you were a leader what kind of a leader would you be? Probably the worst. That’s why I’m not one haha
5. What is freedom to you in one word? Grace
6. What calms you down? Praying, my friends, and soothing music
7. What is the sort of thing that currently concerns you? “What doesn’t?” would be the better question
8. Your pet peeves? Arrogance, manipulation, and projection
9. What makes your heart content? Knowing it is seen and loved back
10. Are you what you said you are? Yes
My questions are:
1) What was the last thing that made you cry?
2) What was the last thing that made you laugh out loud, literally?
3) Do you find it easy to stand up for yourself?
4) Have you ever received anon hate?
5) Which fictional character(s) do you relate to most?
6) Are you more easygoing or controlling?
7) What’s the saddest movie you’ve ever seen?
8) What’s the last book to grab you by the heart and not let go?
9) Are you kind enough to yourself?
10) Do you like to watch the same movies/show episodes again soon or listen to the same songs on repeat, or do you prefer to space it out?
I legit just fucking cried for 20 minutes after watching Grave of the Fireflies like I’m a fucking mess right now and it’s my 13th time watching it but I still cry like a fucking baby whenever I see or think about it
THIS TIME I WAS TAGGED BY THE WONDERFUL POETIC @autumnsunshine10 .
THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! :-D:-D:-D:-D
THE RULES: (AIN’T THAT EASY THIS TIME.) ALWAYS POST THE RULES. ANSWER THE QUESTIONS GIVEN TO YOU AND THEN WRITE 10 QUESTIONS OF YOUR OWN. TAG 10 PEOPLE.
QUESTIONS ASKED BY @autumnsunshine10 1. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING THAT MADE YOU CRY? THE CURRENT STATE OF THE WORLD. THE USA IN PARTICULAR. 2. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING THAT MADE YOU LAUGHT OUT LOUD, LITERALLY? DONALD TRUMP JUMPING INTO THE SUN. IT’S VERY, VERY HOT.
3. DO YOU FIND IT EASY TO STAND UP FOR YOURSELF? NOPE, BUT THERE’S ALWAYS A WAY.
4. DO YOU EVER RECIEVED ANON HATE? NEVER, NOT EVEN FROM REPUBLICANS.
5. WHICH FICTIONAL CHARACTER(S) DO YOU RELATE TO MOST? SNAKE PLISSKEN
6. ARE YOU MORE EASYGOING OR CONTROLLING? I’M CONTROLLED EASYGOING. 7. WHAT WAS THE SADDEST MOVIE YOU’VE EVER SEEN? WELL, I BOYCOTTED THE TRUMP INAUGURATION… SO I RECALL BAMBI, WATERSHIP DOWN AND BETTY BLUE.
SAD MOVIES NEVERMORE!!! 8. WHAT’S THE LAST BOOK TO GRAB YOU BY THE HEART AND NOT LET GO? THE NARRATIVE OF ARTHUR GORDON PYM OF NANTUCKET BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
9. ARE YOU KIND ENOUGH TO YOURSELF? NO. I SHOULD NOT HAVE DONE THIS WITH MY BAD ARM THAT EARLY $##%^^% 10. DO YOU WATCH THE SAME MOVIES/SHOW EPISODES AGAIN SOON, OR LISTEN TO THE SAME SONGS ON REPEAT, OR DO YOU PREFER TO SPACE IT OUT?
I ALWAYS WATCH MY FAVORTE MOVIES AGAIN AND AGAIN AFTER SOME TIME. IT FEELS LIKE COMING HOME. EVEN TO THE LAST HOUSE ON DEAD END STREET, PLEASE DON’T WATCH THIS ONE, IT’S SICK. WHEN IT COMES TO SONGS OR ALBUMS, I’M ADDICTED EASILY TO CERTAIN ONES. THEN I PLAY THEM IN HEAVY ROTATION. SORRY, NEITHER TIME NOR INTEREST IN TV.
MY QUESTIONS ARE:
1. DO YOU LIKE TO BE TAGGED?
2. ARE YOU A COLLECTOR OF SOMETHING, IF YES WHAT?
3. DO YOU STILL BUY LP’S, CD’S, MC’S, DVD’S OR BLU RAY’S, OR DO YOU DOWNLOAD/STREAM?
4. R U INTO SOME KINDA FANDOM?
5. DID OR DO YOU ENJOY COMIC BOOKS?
6. WOULD YOU LIKE TO ESCAPE?
7. WOULD YOU LIKE TO SPACE TRAVEL?
8. DO YOU SOMETIMES WRITE STUFF ONLY FOR YOURSELF, NOT FOR SHOWING IT TO ANYBODY OR FOR PUBLISHING?
9. ARE YOU ABLE TO RECALL YOUR DREAMS?
10. DO YOU HAVE YOU AN IDEA FOR QUESTION NUMBER TEN?
remember when my homie chris pine had an obscure & completely out of the blue cameo in the saddest movie ever made & he just sat there and did drugs for like five minutes while andy samberg freaked out abt baby strollers yeah that was …. wild
I have finished watching Third Star, and I must say this is one of the saddest movie that I’ve ever seen! I can’t stop thinking about it for like one week and watch some fan video of this movie on YouTube and still crying :’(
The last scene is so beautiful. Amazingly beautiful. And that “Follow Me Down to The Red Oak Tree” closing song really squeezed my tears to the end.
Some people might find it boring, but it’s so worth it until the end! (If you’re familiar with typical J-Movie then you’ll be alright:p )