Four years later I again find myself with some time to contemplate at a bar as I wait for a friend. How did these years pass? How did I become this person? How did I get here? From beer to whisky. From one city to another. From sparkly dreams to desperate desires. H O W. And where will I find myself four years from now? Satisfied? Whole? Not waiting? Yeah, not sure about that last one. Seems like it's the most difficult thing for people, punctuality.
Hong Sang-soo‘s Difference and Repetition:
The hostless bar “Novel” (小說) in The Day He Arrives (2011) and In Front of Your Face (2021).
You know i love a london boy & from the way that we touch baby to the way that you kiss on me with Kit? 🤗
you and kit spend some time together!!
(there is nothing sexual in this fic. it’s a little suggestive but it’s only for ab a paragraph or so.)
PERSON: kit connor
BOOK/SHOW/SUBJECT: lazy sundays
PRONOUNS FOR READER: she/her
TW: minor mentions of alcohol
story below the cut
you listen to taylor swift as you apply your makeup for the day. kit walks in as soon as ‘you know i love a london boy’ sounds. he watches as you apply your eyeliner and once you cap the applicator, he walks up to you and holds your waist, squeezing it slightly.
“you look stunning.” he murmurs, allowing you to smile and laugh slightly.
“kit, i need to finish my makeup.” “but you look pretty as is. you don’t need to put product on your face.”
“i’ll be the one to judge that.” you say, pulling his hands off your waist. “i’ll be done in five, i promise.”
he nods, kissing your temple and walking off.
the two of you arrive at the karaoke bar and you grin. kit pays for both of you and you run up to the unoccupied stage. not many people were here tonight which was understandable, it was only thursday.
“what song are you choosing?” he asks, placing down your lemonade as he sipped on his canadian club.
“everything about you by one direction. you know how much i like it.” he nods, smiling as you held the microphone up to your mouth.
by this point, only the staff were watching you perform the song. you weren’t complaining. the less there were, the more silly you could be.
the song was smooth and slipped off your tongue in the best way. your voice managed to meld well with the lyrics and the chorus wasn’t far away.
you pointed to kit. “it’s everything about you, you, you. everything that you do, do, do. from the way that we touch, baby, to the way that you kiss on me!” you grin and feel him take your free hand.
looking up to him, he took one last sip of his drink before holding your waist. you gave him a kiss and the two of you sang more songs together.
nothing could be better than this
can you guys help me find a fic? the plot was tony met skip at a bar and basically spun the story backwards to tony abt peters ab//se and made skip be the victim, so tony suited up and basically tried to find peter while he was patrolling to go beat the shit out of him. at the end friday figures out who peter is and how old she is and tony is like “shit i messed up”
Faulty Lines of Communication by deancasdracohar
Tony runs into a guy in a bar who gives him some interesting information on Spiderman, who he has fought with but whose face he’s never seen.
Unfortunately, the guy is Skip Wescott and the information is wrong. And Tony, blinded with anger, doesn’t bother to follow up before acting on it.
How to take shots at a bar
Commission for @ krenshekkor from twitter
“Dear Charlie, How do you like this? Arrived about 4 o’clock - had lots of traffic on express highway & quite aways into N.J. - 1 lane due to construction after we washed up we went around saw the Capitol & lots of the buildings - got out at the Lincoln Memorial. Now we eat. Love, Elsie”
Bar CLOUD 9 (1997)
place: Kusatsu-City, Shiga