#but have you seen Sleepless in Seattle

[sizzy-ling]

People hating on Knox like he wasn't a product of the time the movie was written or like his behavior wasn't considered the epitome of romance in the early and even late 90s (yes even the part where he kisses Chris while she's fallen asleep)! Like, yes, I understand that Knox' arc is one of the reasons why the movie didn't age as finely as it could've, but when the writers wrote him this was what was selling as romance!

[moonstruckme]

tasm peter parker or james potter x anxious ! reader ??? i literally get so stressed and anxious at night that my heart starts beating rapidly and i can’t do anything let alone sleep 😭😭😭😭 wishing that i wasn’t all alone in this and had some company, but we can imagine ! 😭

Thank for requesting lovely

cw: symptoms of anxiety

tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 628 words

Peter’s hand stopped moving on your back a while ago. It now lays flat just below your left shoulder blade. You wonder if he can feel your heartbeat from back there. 

“Wanna try some more breaths?” he asks. His voice is soft with drowsiness. 

You inhale slowly, mostly in the hopes that your boyfriend will think you’re calming and he’ll fall asleep. But really, the achey, dissatisfying stretch of your lungs only makes you feel your thundering heartbeat more acutely. Every time you realize how much it hurts, it’s like an invisible boa constrictor wraps tighter around your chest. 

Peter starts rubbing your back again. 

“I don’t think this is sustainable,” you murmur. “You should go to sleep.” 

“What, and leave you by yourself?” he scoffs lightly. Your stomach sinks. If he was approaching sleep, you’ve brought him back. “Not a chance. But if you think it’s not working, we could watch a movie or something.” 

“No,” you say, though it does sound nice. The past couple of nights, you and Peter have cuddled up on the couch with a movie, and when you eventually get tired enough to fall asleep he brings you to bed. It works great for you; the catch is that then he’s the one staying up. 

It’s something about being in your bed, you think. It’s not an inherently unrelaxing place, but when you get into bed at night, the lights off and your home silent, suddenly dread is gripping you like a vice. Your thoughts go where you can’t stop them—you’re hardly quick enough to keep up at all—and before you know what’s happened your heart’s rattling your ribcage like it wants out and your eyes are glossy wet. 

“I don’t think it’s not working,” you tell him now, trying not to sound too hopeless, “I just don’t think it’s realistic for you to spend every night putting me to sleep like an infant.” 

Peter huffs a laugh. “C’mon, don’t be so fussy,” he teases. You pull back a little just so you can glare at him through the darkness. You’re pretty sure he can see you with that super vision of his, yet he chooses to ignore it. “You still wanna be my baby, right?” 

You try to groan, but a little bit of laugh makes it through. “Gross. Not like that.” 

“Yeah, I know.” Your boyfriend chuckles, encouraging you to do the same. Though it’s a begrudging sound, it does loosen something in your chest ever so slightly. “But hey, I don’t mind staying up with you. The anxiety is around going to sleep, right?” 

You hum. 

“Then we’ll give you some new feelings around going to sleep.” Peter leans forward, dropping a kiss on the top of your head. He says it like it’s easy. Like it’s a foregone conclusion, and even if it’s not he’ll just start trying the next thing. “We can do this. I’d rather be awake with you than asleep without you anyways.” 

You burrow in close to his chest. You can hear his heartbeat, steady and about twice as slow as yours. “That sounds like a cheesy line you got from a romcom,” you say, your voice inlaid with fondness. 

“Yeah, Sleepless in Seattle.” 

“Really?”

“Nope. Never seen it.” Peter gives your shoulder a firm scrub, and you can practically sense his smile as he lays another kiss on your head. “But it makes what we’re doing seem pretty romantic, huh?” 

If you asked the people who directed those movies, they’d probably be able to think of a million more romantic things you could be doing with your boyfriend than laying still in bed, whispering to each other and trying to outlast frantic thoughts. But to you, right now, it does seem pretty good. 

[alec-volturi]

LAMENT | Alec Volturi x Fem!Reader

This is the prologue to this series. Masterlist here.

Summary: Drawn by reports of a violent string of murders plaguing Seattle, you take a detour to uncover the truth for yourself. But in the shadows of the chaos lies a sinister secret: a newborn army of vampires wreaking havoc on the city. As you navigate the perilous streets, you must stay hidden, evading not only the feral young vampires but also the relentless Volturi, who have been trying to track you across the years.

Pairing: Alec Volturi x fem!reader Genre: angst, romance, drama, fantasy, suspense, dark, vioIence, friends to lovers, dark academia, gothic horror, canon divergence Word Count: 2k Warnings: This will have the lore of both films and books of the Twilight Saga series but with much darker themes. Gore/blood, mentions of witches, witchcraft, burning at stakes, devils and demons, vampires. And ofc NSFW so minors don’t interact. All characters in this series are aged up or are above the age of 18.

A/N: Reader description not described besides having red/gold eyes, clear/blemish-free like skin, and having some abilities as canon to all vampires in the books. And clothing from time to time. Dividers by @cafekitsune ♡

Stories usually start with a "Once upon a time," a simple phrase that loosens the veil between the familiar and the forgotten, leading listeners into worlds safely confined to dreams. But this story was different; it felt like a secret, like shadows pooling at the edges of your vision, waiting to pull you into a night where time doesn’t pass, where mysteries linger, and every whispered word tastes like something forbidden. This wasn’t just ink on a page; it was a door to someplace half-real, someplace where darkness wrapped you close and left you wondering whether you'd ever find your way back.

This world isn’t like that. Instead, it’s a place where time stands still, its hands frozen in a perpetual twilight, neither moving forward nor offering escape. For some, it feels like eternity, an endless stretch of nothingness where the hours blur together, unchanging. But for others—those who wander the shadows or fall prey to what lurks within—it’s a once upon a nightmare, a story where the darkness never relents, where hope is a fleeting, hollow echo swallowed by the night.

In the year 1663, as dusk painted the sky in blood and shadow, the people of London knew better than to linger outside. Each night, as the first stars appeared, every family bolted doors, snuffed candles, and whispered fevered prayers as they hid behind thick walls. Beyond the windows, darkness belonged to those who had vowed to fight it: priest with holy scriptures clutched tight, town braves with sharpened stakes and pitchforks dispatched in blind white anger, sworn to rid the world of creatures who defied mortal law. Blood demons, shapeshifters, and witches—they were all condemned as sin’s cruel agents, hunted as monsters by men who claimed their duty was divine.

As the town’s lamps extinguished, the silence was cut by hounds howling at the scent of something unnatural. The synchronized march of boots clattered against the cobbled streets, while shouts and commands ricocheted off stone walls, penetrating even the thickest household walls and rattling the bravest hearts. Fear and faith held sway in equal measure as the men marched, some clutching crosses while others wielded silver weapons they designed thinking it would pierce the skin of creatures they had never truly seen.

But beneath the city, where no torchlight reached, another world had been hiding—a world of thirsting hunger, of whispers, of sleepless dark eyes. Through the damp and nearly caved-in sewers, slick with grime and infested with rats, a vampire coven had staked their claim. For months, they’d made their den in this forgotten labyrinth of foulness, surviving in silence, drinking only when the thirst grew unbearable. They’d kept to themselves, unnoticed by the townsfolk above, their existence a secret safeguarded by shadows and silence.

Yet tonight, their precarious sanctuary would be breached. The hunt’s new leader, a young man, by the name of Carlisle Cullen, had taken over from his now deceased father and previous Anglican priest, saw the world through different eyes. Only twenty-three, bold and relentless, he refused to limit his search to open fields or deserted woods as his predecessor had. People would whisper that he was smarter, shrewder; that he sought darkness where no one dared look. And tonight, that unyielding curiosity and grim resolve drove him down, down into the labyrinth of decay beneath London where he’d sworn he saw the monsters lurk. A little far behind him, lanterns casting jagged shadows as his men held their breath and followed.

With each step, the air grew colder, thick with the stench of age-old rot and black mold everywhere. Carlisle pressed forward in step much faster than the others with only two other men at his side, determined until he found it: the coven his father had hunted for two decades and never found was but three arm lengths away from them.

Chaos erupted as soon as the men were heard by this coven. They saw their bright burgundy eyes and weakened bodies suddenly stirring with a vicious, desperate hunger faster than their eyes could keep up. Blood splattered the stone as some of the creatures broke away, dragging one man into the darkness while another, a man speaking in Latin, lashed out on the spot, jaws bared, too starved to hold back. And amid the frenzy, she appeared.

She stood apart from the others, more kept and clean, her form delicate yet unyielding, framed by a grey gown that looked lavish, handmade of silk and cotton. Her skin was impossibly clear, like striking stone, and her fathomless eyes gleamed with something between rage and sorrow. Her lips, faded smooth, curled slightly into frown as she observed the slaughter around her, a cruel beauty etched in her features that seemed both ancient and timeless. She was like a statue come to life, a creature of elegance wrapped in death's chill, and as her gaze locked onto Carlisle, the air thickened.

Carlisle, though terrified, refused to flee. Heart hammering, he charged forward, blade in hand, toward one of the creatures—the one who chanted something fierce in Latin, rallying the other swift, chilling figures that blurred through the shadows as they ran away. But then, in one brutal moment, the world tilted; he was thrown to the ground by the man who had gone into a sudden frenzy, his side searing with pain. Blood seeped from his wounds, pooling on the grimy stone, and his breaths came shallow and sharp. He opened his mouth to scream but bit back the sound, fear taking hold as he thought of the townspeople—would they turn on him, claim he was infected, cursed by the vampire’s disease?

As he clawed at the ground, desperate to pull himself to safety, his gaze drifted upward, and there she was. He could do nothing but stare. Her form seemed to emerge from the darkness like a dream or an illusion, her skin radiant as though lit from within. Every inch of her invited him closer, her elegance disarming him, and he forgot, for a moment, that she was one of the monsters he’d been sent to kill.

“Miss!” he gasped, breath shaky, arm outstretched in a futile plea. “Hurry, quick! Get inside or hide before they… before they kill you!” His voice wavered, a desperate edge creeping into his words as he beckoned to her, oblivious to the danger she posed.

Her expression softened, a flicker of sadness crossing her face, almost as if she pitied him. Then she spoke, her voice ringing out like a gentle chime that seemed to drift through the chaos.

“Dear boy, you should not have come here.” she spoke, her tone light and melodic, as though she needn’t draw a single breath to speak. Her words lingered, brushing against him like silk.

He faltered, as tears traced down his cheek from pain and blood loss trickling from his arm and leg, mingling with the dirt. Confusion contorted his face as he fought to understand while staring at her, then all at once, the truth struck him like a blow to the chest. She’s one of them, his mind spinning, his eyes widening with horror. How easily, how effortlessly, he had been drawn in.

“Don’t be afraid,” she murmured, tilting her head, her dark gaze unwavering. “I won’t kill you.”

“Why wouldn’t you?” he spat, a note of anger mingling with the brokenness in his voice. He could feel the cold tendrils of despair creeping in, the bitter realization that he’d been charmed, deceived by beauty. A little hope that she may put an end to his suffering.

Her lips curled into the faintest smile, her eyes glinting with something unreadable. “I’ve been watching you—son of Cullen,” she replied, a strange fondness in her voice.

“You’ve piqued my interest. You dream of becoming like your father, don’t you? But you desire more. You wish to help others, to save them, and yet here you are, hunting us when you’re worth more. Tell me, why do you follow such cruel orders by such a man that cared not for you?”

Gracefully, she lowered herself to his level, kneeling close enough that he could feel the chill radiating from her. He was breathless, the words caught in his throat as he stared into her dark burgundy, fathomless eyes. The scent of blood hung thick in the air, mingling with the faint, sweet perfume that seemed to cling to her skin. Around them, the body of one of his men lay motionless, strewn like a broken doll across the ground, his eyes glazed and empty.

“You know nothing of me!” he shouted, his voice cracking, the burn of tears threatening to break free. He was shaking now, fear and anger warring inside him. All he could hear were the distant cries of his comrades, the faint echoes of those still coming to join the fray. Yet, for all their noise, it felt as though he and this creature were alone, the last souls in a world drenched in blood and shadow.

Her expression softened, her gaze flickering over his face as if she saw past his fear, his hatred, into something deeper. And for a fleeting moment, he wondered what lay behind those dark eyes, what truth might live within a creature so cold, so deathless. But he pushed the thought away, forcing himself to look anywhere but at her.

“You won’t have to suffer for long. At least not like right now,” she said, a frown lingering on her lips. “But I will tell you this—there is a price to every vow, every hunt, every act of mercy shown. And one day, you’ll have to choose what you stand for.”

Too weak to move, he lay trembling, silent cries catching in his throat as the cold of his skin pressed in. She watched him with a sorrowful frown, her eyes shadowed with something almost tender. And then, with a suddenness he could barely comprehend, she swept him up in her arms. The world blurred, and in the span of a breath, they were far from the echoes of shouts and the clamor of pursuit. She lowered him carefully onto the cool grass beside a riverbank, the night air thick with the quiet gurgling of the slow-moving stream.

“You don’t have much time left,” she murmured, voice softened. “Too much blood lost—you’re dying.” She paused, gazing down at him, her dark eyes almost regretful. “But maybe. . .maybe you’ll take this chance and do something good with it, with this second life. There’s light in it, I swear, if you find it.”

Her words were little more than a whisper, slipping through the cool night air like secrets meant only for him. She took his limp arm, holding it gently before lowering her mouth to his skin. Her fangs pierced his flesh with a sharp, burning pain of silver, and he gasped, feeling the warmth of his blood slipping away, mingling with something that felt like ice, binding him to a pain unlike he felt previously. And then, in the blink of an eye, she was gone, leaving nothing but the faintest swirl of mist where she had knelt.

For a moment, he thought he’d dreamed it all—the pain, a fierce burning agony that raced through his veins, igniting his senses, hollowing him out from the inside out. His arm throbbed with searing heat spreading up to the tips of his fingertips and into his heart, each heartbeat like a pounding fire surging through every inch of him. His breath caught in his throat, unwilling to let out, vision blurring as the transformation began its slow, merciless work.

It would take three days for the change to complete, for his body to surrender fully to the chilling darkness now coursing through him. In those days, he would be caught between two worlds, his mind twisting, his memories reshaping, his humanity slipping away like sand through his fingers. And by the time he would open his fresh red eyes, the girl—the one who had granted him this second life—wouldn’t be seen again. It would be decades before their paths crossed again, though the memory of her face, her voice, her lingering sadness, would haunt him through every year of his endless life.

[4ranghaes]

hi 🙋🏻👋👋 idk if your still taking song fic reqs but i really want one for woonhak 🙈🙈 you write so good with your fluffs (even angst 🤭) and i really like the idea of your song fics!! TAKE YOUR TIME AND 🫀 YOU

song fic!💋

now playing… new york kiss by spoon

kim woonhak x reader [fluff, gender neutral!reader]

a/n - hiya anonie!!! always taking requests do not worry😁😁 thank you so much!!! also i have the flu rn so im sorry if this comes out a bit nonsensical😃

11:27 - “it’s new york!”

you laughed, letting go of your boyfriend’s hand as he ran through the crowd of people ahead of you, stopping and outstretching his arms, looking up to the sky.

“had you not realised the whole 13 hours we were on the plane?” you teased, catching up to him as he wrapped his arms around you.

“but–but this is it, you know?!” he exclaimed, looking from the people to the billboards to the shops below. “i’ve been here before but this is us, in new york.”

“i know!” you smiled, letting woonhak’s arms wrap around you tightly as you turned around, both of you looking about time square with an amazed smile on your faces.

“you know,” woonhak hummed, burying his face in your neck, “there’s something i always wanted to do.”

“what’s that?” you asked, removing yourself from his grasp and taking his hand, continuing your journey forward.

“have you ever seen sleepless in seattle?” he asked, an excited twinkle in his eyes as he looked at you.

you shook your head. “you know seattle’s not new york, right?”

“ah shut up, you haven’t seen the movie,” woonhak scoffed, brushing off your comment as you laughed. “we just need to go to the empire state building, okay?”

“oh yeah, of course!” you gasped, “that’s one of the places i wanted to go.”

woonhak smiled, pulling out his phone and following the map the short walk to the empire state building.

“what’s the hurry?” you laughed, as woonhak, with your hand in his, began running towards the building.

“ugh, there’s such a long queue!” he whined, stamping his foot impatiently.

“woonhak-ah, it’s okay,” you smiled, stroking his cheek with your thumb, “we have a whole three days, okay?”

woonhak nodded slowly with a smile, “i just want to make sure this is the best trip ever. i want to make sure every time you think of new york, you think of me.”

“i think that’ll be pretty sure!” you exclaimed, “you brought me here, woon-ie! as a gift! no one’s ever done anything like that for me before.”

he nodded sheepishly, his lips in a proud pout as he kicked his foot about on the patterned floor below him. the queue moved slowly for two hours, passing the time between you with shared stories, laughs and kisses, until finally you reached the ‘main deck’.

“shall we not just continue to the top one?” you hummed, as woonhak dragged you out the lift.

he shook his head definitively, “this is where it happens.”

“oh in sleepless in seattle?”

he nodded with a smile. as you walked out onto the deck you suddenly dropped his hand, gasping and running to the edge.

“it’s new york!”

woonhak laughed, chasing after you, “that’s what i said!”

“i can’t believe it,” you smiled, wrapping your arm around your boyfriend’s waist, looking out over the city as you leaned your head on his shoulder, “thank you for bringing me here.”

woonhak didn’t respond, bringing his hands to your face and cupping it in his palms. he leaned forward slowly, kissing you. it felt like the longest kiss in the world, you felt on top of the world. when you pulled away from each other, you were breathless, a smile painted over both your features.

“they meet here,” he pants, a sheepish smile on his face, “its the final scene of the movie, it’s really romantic.”

[leiascully]

A fic I’ve wondered about…Mulder and Scully actually going to a movie together. Mostly because one of them lost a bet and has to go with the other to a movie of their choice. This happens early on in the partnership…Mulder makes Scully go to Jurassic Park. She nit picks the hell out of the science. So he, in a show of attempting to even the balance - he makes out he’s doing her a favour when really he just likes going out anywhere with Scully - he lets her pick the next one. She picks Sleepless in Seattle. The conversation after that one could lead….anywhere 🥰

Hmm, yes, excellent. I hope you wanted 2000 words of silliness because that's what's under the cut.

There’s a tap on her motel door. Scully twitches the curtains aside. It’s Mulder, slouching in jeans and a white t-shirt, looking like someone posed him against the background of lush summer green. She unhitches the chain and lets him in. Sticky-hot air rolls in after him, a humid swirl of honeysuckle and cut grass.

“How’s the report?”

She sighs and takes off her glasses. “The report is finished.” There wasn’t much to report, in the end: small town secrets, black light ghosts. All the evidence was there from the start, but the sheriff’s nephew was never going to be charged unless someone else stepped in. The only surprise was the support he got from the valedictorian, concocting hallucinogens in the high school chemistry lab. Then again, as a former nerdy teen girl, Scully understands the allure of the quarterback. Social cohesion is a powerful force. Maybe even more than broad shoulders, the girl was attracted to the idea of revenge.

Mulder, naturally, was blithely wry about it all. He’ll probably publish some esoteric paper on it in one of those poorly credentialed paranormal journals: the monstrous manifestation of adolescence, or something about the American tendency to manufacture visible hauntings as a way to deal with the invisible buried history of colonized land.

There are worse ways he could spend a Saturday night. At least he’s less likely to end up in the hospital.

“Dinner and a show?” he asks. “Since our flight isn’t until tomorrow morning.”

“In this town?” She crosses her arms, skeptical.

He produces two movie tickets. “Jurassic Park. Have you seen it yet?”

“I was going to go with my friend Ellen this weekend, but….” She shrugs. They’re here instead, chasing ghosts. “I think she went with her new boyfriend.”

“Got a purse?”

She pats around for it and finds it in a chair. “Yes, why?”

His eyes twinkle. “I said dinner and a show, Scully. Do you know how many McDonald’s hamburgers I can fit in a purse?”

“Mulder, no. I like this purse.” She clutches it to her. “Surely chicken nuggets would be easier.”

“You don’t want to be reminded of this night by a waft of eau de pickle every time you reach for your wallet?” Mulder’s grinning at her. She can’t resist him when he’s like this. Maybe it’s the lonely teen girl in her, the echo of jockishness in the set of his shoulders. He chooses her, patting the seat next to him at the metaphorical lunch table. Besides, he’s already bought the tickets.

“You’re carrying the ketchup,” she says, tilting her head back to look up at him. His grin broadens.

The bored teen at the box office lets them in, despite the waft of fry oil from her purse, which bulges with its contraband cargo. Mulder buys two sodas and a box of Junior Mints while she waits. The college girls at the concession stand eye him with a familiar mix of anxiety and intrigue. Scully’s seen it in every small town, and some of the bigger ones. There’s something rarefied around Mulder, an air of old money, maybe, or a New England vowel. He interests people; they resent that. He’s too obviously overeducated, charming in a way people don’t trust. Still, they’re drawn to him.

She leans on the half-wall that separates the concessions area from a couple of arcade machines and the hall that leads to the three theaters. The college girls’ eyes flick to her and then back to Mulder. There’s hair twirling involved as they hand him his change. Scully smiles to herself. Mulder drops the coins into his overstuffed pocket and saunters over to her, oblivious to the glares of the college girls. Scully shows the tickets to the usher, who rips them and points out the door to the middle theater, as if they could get lost.

The theater is mostly full. They pick seats in the middle - harder for the usher to pick them out in the crowd - and wait until the lights go down. Scully wedges her purse between her hip and the armrest. The food is still warm. They take turns dipping in and retrieving a nugget or a few fries. Mulder carefully applies ketchup from the torn corner of a packet before stuffing the fries in his mouth. In the flickering light from the screen, his lips are glossy with grease. It’s odd, feeling the pressure of his hand against her thigh when he roots around inside her purse, but it isn’t unpleasant.

“You know all of this is nonsense,” Scully murmurs as the animated DNA explains how the park’s team re-created the dinosaurs. “Absolute junk science. Even if you could extract genetic material from a sample like that, there’s no reason to believe it would be viable, no matter how many amphibians you spliced into it.”

“I always find a reason to believe,” Mulder whispers to her. “Come on, Scully, give in to the movie magic. It’s called science fiction, not science plausible.”

“Shhh!” says someone behind them.

Scully subsides until she can no longer contain herself. Mulder, recognizing her mood without looking, tilts his ear closer so that she can whisper to him. They get shushed again, and then again, derailing her sotto voce tirades about parthenogenesis and the feasibility of a theme park based around dinosaur habitats.

“Your wife has a lot to say!” Mulder’s neighbor tells him. It’s clearly intended to be a reprimand. Mulder pretends it’s a compliment. Scully subsides, chastised and defensive. If she doesn’t think too hard about it, the movie is entertaining. And if her knee presses into Mulder’s as the T. rex stomps toward the Jeep, neither of them acknowledges it.

They wait through the credits after the movie, letting the locals trickle out. The glares Scully is fielding now are different from the ones she got at the concession stand. She lifts her chin, defiant. Mulder stuffs their McDonald’s trash into their empty soda cups, concealing the evidence.

“I can’t believe you didn’t enjoy that,” Mulder says as they walk back toward the motel. The evening air is dotted with fireflies. A breeze rustles the leaves and pushes her hair over her forehead.

“I didn’t not enjoy it,” Scully tells him. “It just didn’t seem feasible.”

“Doctor Sattler reminded me of you,” Mulder says. He pushes his hands into his pockets. “Woman inherits the earth.”

“If only we could reproduce so easily on our own.” Scully cuts her eyes at Mulder. “You know, you remind me of Doctor Malcolm.”

“Why, Doctor Scully, I didn’t know you had a thing for bad boys.” She shoves at his arm with her shoulder and he chuckles. “What about me reminds you of him? Because I’m tall, dark, and handsome?”

She rolls her eyes. “Mostly it’s your love of chaos.”

“Mostly?”

“Mostly.” She smiles at him.

“So there’s a chance you think I’m irresistibly suave.” His voice is as velvety as the humid air.

“There’s a chance of a lot of things, Mulder.” She looks up at the night sky and savors the bitter freshness of the last Junior Mint. “Even dinosaurs.”

A few weeks later, they’re on the Texas coast, drafted into an anti-smuggling operation. There’s nothing supernatural about it - more than anything, they’re warm bodies in Kevlar vests. Scully doesn’t mind. Sometimes it’s satisfying to work on these task forces. There’s a clear resolution to cases like these: so many guns seized, so many tons of cocaine destroyed, so much cash pulled out of hidden stashes. It’s clear-cut who the bad guys are, and she doesn’t have to write the reports.

“Dinner and a show?” she says to Mulder as the other agents eddy around them. They’re rarely invited along to drinks when they’re assigned to these things, but she doesn’t necessarily enjoy being the only woman in the group anyway.

“Anything with air conditioning,” he says.

They eat at a seafood restaurant that’s nearly a shack. The seafood boil comes in plastic bags they have to rip open. It’s some of the best shrimp Scully has ever had, and the corn on the cob is as sweet and blisteringly hot as the last days of summer. She licks butter off her fingers and watches Mulder crack crab claws.

The theater here is bigger: eight screens instead of three. Scully buys two tickets for Sleepless in Seattle and presents them to Mulder. He raises an eyebrow.

“Don’t know if I took you for the rom-com type, Scully.”

“I don’t want to get shushed again.” She gives him a sideways glance. “At least we all agree this is going to be unrealistic.”

Mulder sighs and shakes his head. “So beautiful. So cynical.” Before she can figure out how to respond to that, he’s off to the concession stand again, this time returning with Dots wedged into one back pocket and Sno-Caps in the other. He hands her a soda as they go in the theater. The sides of the cup are already faintly damp with condensation. The theater itself is like an icebox, air conditioning whistling.

They sit in the back row this time, near a bunch of teenagers who already have their arms slung against each other. Mulder rolls his eyes, but there’s a nostalgic smile on his face. Scully wonders how many girls he sat in dark theaters with, focused on something other than the movie. He cups her hand and shakes Sno-Caps into her palm. She eats them one by one. They aren’t shushed this time. She almost misses the excuse to lean against him. By the time the movie is over, her feet are tingling with cold. Pushing out the doors into the muggy air is almost a relief.

“Hit me with your best shot, Scully.” Mulder takes her cup to toss it into the trash. “I assume I don’t remind you of lovable widower Tom Hanks.”

“I don’t know why she left Walter,” Scully says. “It seemed cruel. All because her life wasn’t like a movie?”

Mulder scoffs. “You wouldn’t stay with a guy like that.”

“A guy with allergies?”

“A guy who didn’t excite you,” Mulder says. “You wouldn’t settle for safe.”

Scully tips her face to look up at him. “Wouldn’t I?”

Mulder spreads his hands. “Picket fence, 9 to 5, 2.5 kids and Sunday dinner with the family - you like the sound of it, but you’d get bored. Face it, Scully, you’re a creature of the night now. You’ve got that wild urge in your soul. You’d be baying at the moon if you were stuck in that kind of life.”

“And lovable widower Tom Hanks would provide that?”

“No,” he says. “Ian Malcolm might, though.”

She rolls her eyes. “And how much do you charge for this astute psychoanalysis, Doctor Mulder?”

He taps his lower lip with one finger and scans around them. “Two scoops of mint chocolate chip.” He points to the glowing sign down the street depicting an anthropomorphic ice cream creature. Locals are clustered in groups around a walk-up window like moths around a lamp, sipping at floats and licking drippy cones.

Scully feels a rush of nostalgia for the summers of her youth. The salt air, the long twilight: she can’t help remembering. It’s a sweet little ache under her sternum, and it gets sharper when she looks at Mulder. He’s clearly pleased with himself. “I think I can swing that, as long as you’re not angling for a banana split.”

“What about one malt with two straws?” He winks at her.

“Don’t push your luck,” she grumbles.

But she thinks about it as the moon hangs heavy overhead, and she’s glad she can blame her flushed cheeks on the heat.

[mcflymemes]

SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the 1993 film, adjust as necessary

people who truly loved once are far more likely to love again.

now those were the days when people knew how to be in love.

you're a basket case.

time, distance... nothing could separate them because they knew. it was right. it was real.

i am having all these fantasies about some man i have never even met.

thanks for dinner. i've never seen potatoes cooked like that before.

i'll tell you what i'm doing this weekend. i'm getting laid.

how long have you been standing there?

i'd much rather just see someone i like and get a feeling about them, and ask them if they want to have a drink.

i wonder if it still works this way.

i'm starting to notice that.

what do you think happens to someone after they die?

oh babe. i miss you so much it hurts.

your destiny can be your doom.

can i bring something back for you?

when's the last time you were there?

that's your problem. you don't want to be in love, you want to be in love in a movie.

what do they call it with everything intersects?

that's not true.

that's right, it's not true. but it feels true.

she looks like my third grade teacher.

[name]... it's nice to meet you.

i certainly hope so.

in the movies, women are always scratching up the men's back and screaming and stuff when they're having sex.

how do you know this?

verbal ability is a highly overrated thing in a guy, and it's our pathetic need for it that gets us into so much trouble.

don't you just hate flying?

do you feel that any lie is a betrayal?

[name], i don't deserve you.

i wouldn't put it that way... but okay.

that's what i'm trying to tell you.

women are looking for pecs and a cute butt.

where did i hear that recently?

do you think there's someone out there you could love as much as your wife?

that's hard to imagine.

after a while i won't have to remind myself to get out of bed every morning and breathe in and out.

how long is your program?

i knew it the very first time i touched her.

it was like coming home.

i was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and i knew.

it was like... magic.

destiny is something we've invented because we can't stand the fact that everything that happens is accidental.

you wouldn't let me!

i saw it, and it scared the shit out of me!

look... [name]. i love you.

let's leave that out of this.

i don't want to be someone that you're settling for.

i don't want to be someone that anyone settles for.

marriage is hard enough without bringing such low expectations into it.

i just want somebody i can have a decent conversation with over dinner.

please, no more!

what is "tiramisu?"

when you're attracted to someone, it just means that your subconscious is attracted to their subconscious, subconsciously.

she wants to meet me at the top of the empire state building on valentine's day.

i already sold the painting.

you can't even turn on the news nowadays without hearing about how some babe thought some guy's butt was cute.

is it cute, though?

that's all i'm doing.

i'm not living with her. i'm not marrying her.

can you appreciate the difference?

this is what single people do. they try other people on and see how they fit.

nobody's perfect. there's no such thing as perfect.

what about the letter?

she looked like somebody we would've been friends with.

[hawnks]

He talks to you about romcoms.

You weren’t even necessarily going to buy one, just perusing the options while you wait for your friend to show up.

You don’t even notice him until he’s right beside you, an incredible feat for such a huge man. Part of you is startled, instinctively about to step away to give him room. But he says, “Sleepless in Seattle?”

It takes you a second to catch up. You’re directly in front of the title, a foreign film, nothing particularly outlandish or eye catching about the cover. “Oh, yeah,” you say, awkwardly, not sure what you should say.

But — his eyes light up. “Have you seen it? It’s one of my favorites. I think it really opened the whole genre up for the concept of LDR and situational romances.”

You haven’t seen it. You don’t know what he means. But he talks to you for the next ten minutes, hardly pausing to take a breath. You find it almost shocking that someone of his mien would be so invested in romance movies. He looks kind of like a fuckboy, if you’re being honest. At first you’re convinced this is all a pickup gambit.

But he keeps going, and it’s clear that he really just — loves Sleepless in Seattle.

He’s the first to leave, scurry away from you just as quickly and abruptly as he appeared.

It was so random and strange, you hardly know what to make of the situation. But the next time you visit the DVD shop, it’s your turn to initiate.

“I watched it,” you tell him. “It was good.”

He’s grinning so wide. “You did? Okay, okay, if you liked that one you have to watch Hana Yori Dango. I know, it seems weird. But hear me out…”

It becomes a weekly thing after that. Meeting here, taking and giving recommendations. You’re— friends, in some strange, delicate way.

[thekatebridgerton]

the way they are currently setting up philoise makes you think it's gonna be culminating epic story of soulmates who was always somewhere near each other but never actually met until..

100% they're going to be the right person always wrong timing kind of love story. Ever seen "sleepless in Seattle" where both main characters want to meet but in the end pass each other by. And it had to be the moment fate decided they were ready for each other that everything clicked

I think that Philip and Eloise are those type of couples that if they had met earlier they wouldn't have worked because they had a lot of growing up to do and in Phillip's case his main responsibility was to take care of Marina. And season 1 and 2 Eloise isn't emotionally mature enough, she doesn't have that kind of empathy yet, to think outside herself and put someone else's happiness above her own, this is where Benedict and Sophie come in, And why their season needs to go first, because not only will Eloise be learning to overcome her pride and forgive people with Colin and Penelope, she will also be learning with Benedict and Sophie how to put someone else before herself because Benedict will be making the ultimate sacrifice for the sake of love which is to give up his social standing in London and move to the countryside to live a quiet life with Sophie and after meeting Sophie I'm sure she will develop the empathy I so love in her older counterpart in the books. By then she will have the emotional maturity to start thinking about others.

And that will be the right time to meet Philip who is a widower with scars from his past who cannot connect with his children.

Anytime before that their relationship would not have worked out

and that's the tea

[aziraphales-library]

Heya!

I've read a LOT of GO fics in my time, but I can't remember if I've seen crossovers/AUs of the following movies with Aziraphale/Crowley, can you help please?

So my favourite rom coms of all time are the following, and I'd love GO versions (if they don't exist I may have to write them)!

French Kiss (Meg Ryan and Kevin Kline)

You've Got Mail (Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks)

When Harry Met Sally (Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal)

Runaway Bride (Julia Roberts and Richard Gere)

Never Been Kissed (Drew Barrymore)

I won't bother asking about Pretty Woman because I've read so many versions with either of them in either role lmaooo (and I have loved Every. Single. One.)

Or basically any late 80s/early 90s rom coms with Meg Ryan (except Sleepless in Seattle because I find it incredibly boring) or Julia Roberts!

Thank you so much for everything you do! You've helped me discover so many amazing fics and writers and it is much appreciated!!! 💖💖😇😎

Hello there!

Did you know there is a whole collection from the Good Omens Rom-Com Event that was run a couple years ago? You might find what you're looking for there! (Some of the fics are unfinished so keep that in mind)

We have previously recommended a bunch of You've Got Mail/She Loves Me fics HERE, so check those out.

As for the other ones you've asked about:

French Kiss AU:

A Bit of Crumpet by Fyre [E]

With a handsome, successful fiance and a respectable home in Manhattan, Aziraphale Fell thought his life was more than adequate. He never expected to be jilted in a long-distance telephone call and so he sets out for England to find out exactly what's going on and gets a lot more than he bargained for.

When Harry Met Sally AU:

it had to be you by curtaincall [M]

“What I’m saying,” said Aziraphale, looking fixedly ahead, “and please don’t take this as a personal insult in any way, is that an angel and a demon can’t be friends.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” said Aziraphale, firmly. “It’s against the order of things. You’re supposed to tempt. I’m supposed to thwart. We can’t go being friends.”

*

A canon-divergent AU inspired by When Harry Met Sally.

I don't know of any fics with your two last wishes but there is also:

Notting Hill AU:

Soho by Lurlur [E]

Aziraphale lives a quiet kind of life, running a quiet specialist bookshop in one of the liveliest districts of London. He's content with his lot, happy with his friends, tolerant of his probably-human housemate, living vicariously through the gossip pages.

One day, a chance encounter with Anthony Crowley, lead singer of wildly successful rock band The Demons, threatens to turn his whole world upside down.

Music and Lyrics AU:

pop! goes my heart by attheborder [E], WIP

When has-been musician Anthony Crowley is recruited by pop singer Anathema Device to write a song for her new record, he jumps on the chance to resuscitate his career with a hit. There's only one problem: he can't write lyrics to save his life.

But a chance meeting with a stranger by the name of Aziraphale, with a poetic streak that's a perfect fit for the song, changes everything for Crowley. Together, they'll create something beautiful, fight the forces of the music industry, and perhaps even find a way back into love...

A Music and Lyrics AU for the GO Rom Com Event, complete with all-new original songs written and recorded by the author!

Kate & Leopold AU:

Until by Nadzieja [T]

“I don’t want to go home.” Half-asleep Aziraphale murmurs into his ear and Crowley's heart clenches. His grip tightens reflexively around the warm soft body in his arms, around the smell of old books and sandalwood.

“Then don’t.” He’s trying not to sound like he's pleading, but his throat is tight and his voice hoarse.

*

Crowley lives his average life, working in a high-end advertising company at London that pays just enough to get him a room in a shared accommodation. That's just his luck that he ends up living with a literal witch. One day she brings home an even more eccentric man that has a taste for 19th century fashion, as if Crowley didn't have enough things to worry about. Little he knows that the man will turn his world upside down. Literally. And that's just the beginning of his problems.

~Mod N

[bihansthot]

Bihansthot, I have this kinda stupid question I've been holding since I got into mk fandom.

Isn't lin kuei located in earthrealm? I've been seeing people say something along the lines of kuai getting introduced to earthrealm romcoms, johnny making earthrealm references that they dont understand, etc. They left me confused. Why are they behaving as if they're living in a whole another realm? Please do enlighten me since I've noticed that you're a long-time MK fan.

Sincerely, an mk noob

Yes, the Lin Kuei is located in Earthrealm and it’s somewhere in China possibly in Hunan province based on Noob’s gear in MK 11, later it’s in Arctika which is also presumably somewhere else in China but no one’s certain where. Possibly Heilongjiang province based off of the severe cold we’ve seen seen depicted in Arctika, but it’s all just guesses.

As for the troupes you mentioned I think it stems from the Lin Kuei being a very traditional and secluded clan and most people think they don’t have a lot of exposure to the outside world which we see in MK1 is not necessarily the case since Bi-Han and Kuai Liang travel around with Liu Kang. The Lin Kuei is actually ridiculously technologically advanced and probably have a very huge world knowledge but most likely just the Grandmaster and his inner circle, someone like Kuai Liang may not know as much outside of clan life? At least I think that’s what people must think, it’s not a view point I personally share though. I think it’s closer to MK1 where they’re very knowledgeable about the world around them, have they seen something like Friends or Sleepless in Seattle or something like that? Probably not, do they know the genre exists? Probably. They probably don’t have a vast knowledge of pop culture, so Johnny having to explain stuff like that makes sense but like Bi-Han and Kuai Liang know what cell phones are and how to use them. I mean they build cyborgs for crying out loud. For lack of a better explanation people just like writing Kuai Liang in particular being very naive of the outside world when it’s probably not entirely true. 🤷🏼‍♀️

I suppose some of it might come from the MK11 revelation that cryomancers are Edenian, so maybe some people think Kuai Liang and Bi-Han are from Edenia? They’re from China though, at least in the Midway timeline they are and as far as I’m aware that hasn’t changed ever.

TL:DR people just like doing it because it seems cute.

Hopefully this helps clear things up a bit.

[hp-hcs]

the weasley family and their cinematic adventures

hc that harry has been slowly introducing muggle pop culture into the weasleys’ everyday lives

(mostly movies, because arthur is fascinated by tvs and vhs tapes)

harry made the mistake of watching wayne’s world with the fam™, which sparked their new catchphrase for the next four months.

(“party on, fred.” “party on, george.”)

molly fell into a ‘90s romcom rabbit hole

i’m talking like, sleepless in seattle, you’ve got mail, never been kissed, the wedding singer, etc etc

home alone! …the twins have watched home alone

hermione introduced ginny to clueless

they watch romeo + juliet and drool over young leo dicaprio together

percy refuses to admit that he cried during the secret garden

titanic, y’all

“are you crying, bill?” “what, like you aren’t?”

dumb and dumber. need i say more?

ginny: “aww, they made a movie about you guys!”

the twins have seen the parent trap

harry had to convince george and fred to not try to enchant a real-life jumanji board

“seriously, did you guys watch the movie?”

they complained about hocus pocus

“it’s negative stereotypes like these that give witches and wizards bad names!”

[mr-independent]

Look. I know the chances of it happening are not great but also. Why did we have to have that scene at the open of S3 where everyone (EVERYONE) is telling Ted it's a terrible idea to let Trent tag along for the season but Ted saying yes anyway despite all the potential drawbacks if it didn't mean that Trent was Important to Ted?? I can see you starting to argue the whole "S3 is about forgiveness and that starts with Trent" argument which yes ok fine but! We've not seen that conversation. Ted forgiving Trent, if that scene was meant to support that theme, should have been explicitly said, but it wasn't. This show rarely leaves such big moments unattended, as it's insanely well thought out down to the final detail (according to the hairdressers on set Nate's hair turning white so suddenly was bc as his hatred grew so did his grey hairs, and the final transformation in going to West Ham was punctuated by that hair change. And that's just one small example) so either A. Ted's forgiveness of Trent is yet to come, somehow, or B. That wasn't the point of the scene. Which leads me to: what then, was the point? What was the point in having Ted deny the thoughts and feelings of all his friends in favour of Trent, who he barely knew? The only other person he did that with is Jamie, and we saw that decision making out loud ("not everybody has a good father") in the same episode. Jamie, who has always been a major player in the show, along with his daddy issues. Trent hasn't necessarily been a major player yet.

Also Ted very loudly very insistently proclaiming his love for Sleepless in Seattle, wherein the journalist falls in love with the single dad and stops him at an airport in the climax, given we have been explicitly told the first and last shots of each season are mirrors and the first shot of S3 was Ted in an airport......... Makes one think.

Anyways i have 3 more days to believe that tedependent is a possibility so I'm gonna capitalize on that, thank you very much.

[sydcarmyfan]

When Chemistry Is Chemistring

If you have watched The Bear you can not deny the chemistry between Carmy and Syd. From ‘’Hello. Hi’’, when Syd met Carmy , ‘’family style? Two tops? Booths?’’ to ‘’you have my full focus’’, Syd and Carmy have great chemistry. It is chemistry that some movies/series lack. It is chemistry that is rare and beautiful that you can’t waste it. It is chemistry between characters that you see and because of such chemistry, you want the actors playing those characters to be in more projects together. Kate Winslet and Leonardo Di Caprio have great chemistry. Jennifer Aniston and Adam Sandler have great chemistry. Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan have great chemistry. All the above actors have such great chemistry that we have seen them in more than one project together and if it was up to me, they would be in more projects together. Without the chemistry between the above actors, we would not have ‘Titanic’, ‘Sleepless in Seattle’, ‘Just go with it’ and many others. When chemistry is chemistring, beautiful things happen.

Things like, ‘they are platonic soulmates, ‘they are besties’ to ‘they act like siblings’ is such a waste for such great chemistry between Syd and Carmy. With the chemistry between Jeremy and Ayo, I really hope that the bear creators/writers use it to their advantage and not waste it.

[dramas-vs-novels]

Can you recommend any American movies that aren't obvious? I have seen all the big ones, but what are some good ones?

Huh... let me think...

I'm at lunch with my family, so this answer was crowdsourced (🌟 Mark my 2 lifelong favorite movies, I've been able to wholly quote both since I was 5).

🌟My Cousin Vinny (1992)

My Fellow Americans (1996)

Arsenic and Old Lace (1944)

Dirty Rotten Scoundrels (1988)

Little Shop of Horrors (1986)

Twelve Angry Men (1957)

Joe vs The Volcano (1990)

Sleepless in Seattle (1993)

Robin Hood Men in Tights (1993)

Casper (1995)

If you mean more English language than strictly American, I'd add

🌟The Secret of Roan Inish (1994)

The Full Monty (1997)

Waking Ned Divine (1998)

That's what came to mind from us... Anyone have any others they'd add?

[project-twenty-twenty-five]

Movies to watch in 2025 (at least 42)

The Blues Brothers

The princess diaries

The prestige

The mummy

The matrix

Titanic

Glass onion

The great mouse detective

Indiana Jones

The lion in winter

Halloween

My cousin vinnie

The boy and the heron

Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy

Wicked ✅

Gattaca

Spirited away

Gladiator

The dark knight

Rocky

Grave of the fireflies

Practical magic

The year without a Santa Claus

Oh brother where Art though

Jaws

The Truman show

Batman

Reservoir dogs

Bill and teds excellent adventure

Groundhog Day

A league of their own

Indecent proposal

Spider-Man into the spiderverse

When harry met sally

James and the Giant peach

Love actually

The sound of music

Inception

Pans labyrinth

Requiem for a dream

She’s the man

Memento

Star Wars

While you were sleeping

Treasure planet

Perks of being a wallflower

Road to el dorado

The ring

Devil wears prada

Interstellar

Halloween

The grudge

Bridge to terabithia

Forrest Gump

Ponyo

The godfather

Lady and the tramp ✅

Shawshank redeption

It’s a wonderful life

Terminator

The player

Donnie darko

Scott pilgrim

Get out

Lady Bird

Moonlight

The social network

Whiplash

V for vendetta

The substance

Nomina

The big lebowski

Pee-wees big adventure

Dr strangelove

Pulp fiction

Ghostbusters

Kill bill

The shining

The thing

Fight club

Candleshoe

Nope

10 things I hate about you

Alien

Good will hunting

Hercules

Dead poets society

My neighbor totoro

Pursuit of happiness

Grease

Princess mononoke

Chorus line

Singing in the rain

Raiders of the lost ark

Citizen Kane

House of games

My fair lady

Little shop of horrors

Newsies (1992)

Wizard of oz

Galaxy quest

Princess bride

American psycho

Sleepless in Seattle

The proposal

Wall-E

…

I haven’t seen any of these so as you can see I’m clearly out of the loop regarding movies. I do like watching movies, but it feels like a big commitment to lock in and just watch something for two hours. Also finding a movie is a struggle. So in the last few years I barely watched anything new, I mostly rewatched movies. So in 2025 I’m gonna make a point to watch at least 42 movies (because of the 42filmpodcast) and I’ll just pick one from this list. I’ll probably also write a little review and link it here. If you have a favourite movie I should put on the list (maybe for 2026) then message me it.

[nancywheeeler]

d'you happen to have a personal ranking of the Ephron Trifecta (Sleepless in Seattle, When Harry Met Sally, You've Got Mail)? (just assuming you love a good romcom).

i love a good romcom, but oh man have you posed a tough question. i am going to try not to overthink this and go with what is in my heart so okay here we go:

1. You've Got Mail

is it nostalgia? is it because i love every iteration of parfumerie? is it how desperately i want the life of heather burns's character christina? all of the above? yes.

basically i feel the same way about you've got mail as my mom feels about apollo 13: if i find it on a random cable channel, i will have to watch, at minimum, thirty minutes before i can move on with my day. i love how nora moves us through the seasons in new york, and how she gives tom hanks the worst character to work with and he still makes him charming, and meg ryan! need i say more. how outdated it is just makes it more endearing to me. i rewatched it recently in my countdown to christmas (along with the shop around the corner, which i highly, highly recommend!), and i was once again swept off my feet. she was hoping it was him!

2. When Harry Met Sally

my favorite memory of when harry met sally: in february of 2020, one of my best friends threw a valentine's day party and decided to have romcoms on in the background for ambience. this was the first movie she put on and a solid seven of us watched the entire movie. the whole thing. during a party. billy crystal and meg ryan are that irresistible.

i think it's nora's best screenplay. it's hilarious, very grounded and adult (affectionate), and she should have won that oscar. i just don't personally have the same nostalgic attachment to it that i have to you've got mail. i first saw it when i was much older, which was for the best! i know i would not have appreciated it at thirteen.

3. Sleepless in Seattle

i first watched sleepless in seattle in the bath while drinking a glass of white wine, as ms. ephron intended. loved every minute of it.

this movie has no right working. none. i'm pretty sure meg ryan commits several crimes over the course of it, and i would have been her defense attorney if she had been charged with any of them. she (and tom, but mostly meg) sell this bonkers premise so hard. even though i rank the other two above it, sleepless in seattle definitely came the closest to making me cry. (did the wine play a role? who is to say.) it's definitely the one i've seen the least, but i'm now inspired to watch it again. the "meg ryan leaves a perfectly nice man for the mere idea of tom hanks" cinematic universe really does fuck so severely.