#but it's my favorite movie and i'm sick and it seems like a good time to watch my favorite movie again

[beauzos]

well since i have fuckall to do for the next few days till i get back to work on Tuesday. i really should rewatch The Ballad of Buster Scruggs

[soo0hee]

Flu & Fluff

Pairing — Yoon Jeonghan x Reader

Summary — Arriving home to pick something up, Jeonghan finds a good reson to just stay home with his angel.

Genre — fluff, established relationship, idol!au

Warnings — none

Word Count — 0.7k

Rating — sfw

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©soo0hee on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!

 When Jeonghan set foot into the apartment he shared with you, he was startled quite a bit. It was around midday and he only came home already because he had forgotten something on the kitchen table he was not coming to get from home.

It wasn't the cup still half filled with your favorite tea that was still placed on the counter or the plate next to it. It wasn't even the throw blanket that was bundled together from your movie night yesterday. No, it was your jacket being thrown carelessly over the back of the couch together with the bag you use to go do work with.

Were you home already? If so, then why?

It was barely even 1pm and he knew that it was far from the time you usually got home so to say he was confused wouldn't be a lie.

"Angel? Are you home?" he called out into the silent apartment but was only greeted by the disgruntled meow of your cat Loki who was not at all impressed at the prospect of having his sleep disturbed.

Loki stretched thoroughly before winding himself around Jeonghans legs; the man frowning at the fur left behind on fabric of his pants. "Where's your momma, hm? Is she here?"

He received another meow, this time softer while enjoying the pets he got before sauntering away with his tail held high as he vanished in the gap the door to the bedroom was left open. He followed the cat and flinched almost when the sound of coughing cut through the silence of the apartment.

Jeonghan threw his hand over his chest where his heart felt like it had stopped beating in shock. Letting out a curse he continued into the bedroom where he stopped in his tracks as he processed the sight that greeted him.

Sniffling and buried underneath the blankets was you, trying to get some air into your lungs between coughing and a stuffed nose while also getting some shut eye. If that and the cup with chamomile tea wasn't a dead give away to what was wrong, then

"Aigoo-ya," he coed at you. "Why didn't you tell me you were sick, pabo?"

You grumbled, not having realized you were being talked to. The idol smiled and came closer. Shrugging his shoes off he crawled onto the bed and underneath the blanket. Unconsciously you clung to your boyfriends body, searching for the comfort he brought you every time without fail.

"Hannie?" you mumbled out deliriously.

Jeonghan had immediately noticed the immense head coming from your body, indicating the fever you seemed to have.

"Yes angel, I'm home. How are you feeling?"

"Like I got hit by a bus." You grimaced slightly at the tension behind your forehead before Iooking up at the man beside you. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you by at the company?"

"I forgot something in the kitchen,"

"The lyric sheets?"

"Exactly those. Now," he started with a pout  and his hand pressed to your forehead do check your temperature. Definitly a fever. "Care do tell my why you didn't call me and told me you weren't feeling well?"

You shrugged and answered while coughing. "The boys need you!"

"Right now, I think you need me more, don't you think?"

Jeonghan reached into his jeans pocket for his phone, typing in a message for the group chat.

Knowing what he was doing you too, reached weakly for the device only to have him hold it out of your reach.

"No, you can't just stay home! They-"

"-can record my vocals in a few days too! We have enough time until the comeback so don't worry, just let me take care of you for a while.”

You gave up, knowing very well that there was no way to win against the older of the famous evil twins. "Fine, but-“

"No buts." A soft kiss was pressed to your head. "Just let me love you."

Falling back asleep you hummed a quiet,"love ya too..."

[zepskies]

Hi, how are you?

I was wondering if you could write something like "Dean reads you wrong" but with Sam Please

Hey, lovely!

I'm doing well, thank you. 💜 I hope you are too! Hmm, I'm still working through my current bank of requests, but since "Dean reads you wrong" is so fresh, it got me thinking about how Sam would go about this...

Pairing: Sam Winchester x F. Reader

Summary: It's hard for Sam to admit he wants you...when he thinks you might want his brother.

Song Inspo: "If You're Gone" by Matchbox Twenty

Word Count: 1,600 Tags/Warnings: Fluff, angst, fear of unrequited love, mutual pining

Imagine: Sam reads you wrong.

When Sam falls for someone, he's...well, what he would call self-aware.

But also cautious.

He knows his own track record with women. He knows the life he leads, and has resigned himself to giving up most kinds of normalcy or domesticity.

And maybe, a part deep in the back of his brain has given up on the idea of love.

That's why it's so damn confounding...how you've managed to take him by surprise.

He's always been able to rely on you. Whether it's sharing the brunt of the research with him when Dean loses focus, or staying up with Sam on late nights, sharing mugs of tea and quiet conversation, bonding over familiar tastes in books, and '90s grunge music, of all things.

You also confessed to him, late one night, that you have a growing collection of mugs, fuzzy socks, and vinyl records, despite the fact that your record player has collected more dust than the bunker's old storage room.

You're wonderfully weird.

And you're unfailingly loyal to who you consider "your people." And Sam thinks (knows) he's fortunate enough to be included in that small circle.

Sam also knows, deep in his gut, no matter how much he tries to "rationalize" it away, that you're special. And special to him.

You've managed to do more than just slip under his skin. When he thinks too hard on it, he can admit it (just to himself). You've infiltrated all four corners of his heart so deeply, he doesn't have a prayer of scooping you out.

Some days, it's all he can do not to reach out while you're chatting away, filling the silence.

He can picture it like a scene in his mind: of interrupting your mouth with a gentle hand on your cheek, tilting your face up to his and showing you, with or without words, that he wants you...

And yet.

He can't help but watch how you are with Dean.

You two tease each other, bicker and gripe over coffee grinds left in the coffee pot and who ate the last of the leftovers. You fight with Dean over the remote on movie night (once, damn near smothering him with a pillow).

But you also dote on him, making sure Dean has one of his favorite desserts every time you go out to buy groceries. You swap his beer out for water when he's not looking. (And though Dean frowns and grumbles, he doesn't argue with your raised brow and imploring look.)

It's not quite flirting, but it's not quite platonic either—at least in Sam's eyes. You and Dean seem to have something.

And sometimes, your playful banter with his brother makes Sam sick to his stomach.

Like today, when Sam’s sitting at the kitchen table reading while you're making a cup of tea. The silence between you two is amiable, like usual.

Sam steals a glance at you and has to smile.

"Going with purple polka dots today?" he asks.

You look over with knitted brows of confusion, until you follow his gaze. You laugh sheepishly and wiggle your toes through your fuzzy socks.

"The floor is cold as hell," you defend yourself.

Sam's smile deepens a fraction as he turns back to his book.

"They're cute," he adds.

You turn your face to hide your blush. The mild thunder of heavy boots announces Dean's presence as he pops into the kitchen.

"Oh good, you're cooking. What's for dinner?" he asks. You turn to give him a familiar narrowed look.

"Who says I'm cooking?" you counter.

"Well, you're doing something on the stove..." Dean peers over and catches a whiff of the concoction you're brewing. He grimaces. "Second thought, I'm good. That smells like ass, whatever it is."

You roll your eyes at him. "It's just green tea, Dean. You know, health?"

He levels a deadpan expression at you as he opens up the pantry.

"I see your 'health' and I raise you...Doritos," he says. He digs his hand into the bag he's just pilfered and crunches a mouthful in your face. You can't help but splutter a laugh and push Dean away.

"You're ridiculous. If you catch a heart attack at 50, don't come crying to me."

"Hey, at least I'll die happy."

"Oh, right. A silver lining there. I'd hate to see what your arteries look like," you tease.

"Has anyone told you that you're unsavory?" Dean asks, continuing to crunch with an open mouth.

You smirk. "Is that your way of calling me sweet?"

He snorts. "Sure, sweetheart. We'll call it that."

"You know, I'm not your sweetheart," you point out.

Dean discreetly glances his brother's way with a sly glint in his eyes. Sam doesn't see it; by now he's trying his damndest to keep his eyes in his book and ignore the way his stomach is clenching, chest tightening.

Dean shifts his attention back at you and reaches down to brush your chin with his thumb.

"Not yet, but you could be," he says, in a flirtatious edge that he's never quite taken with you.

You're wide-eyed for a moment. In the end, though, you choose to take it as teasing. You push his hand away and give him an annoyed look.

"God, you're such a clown. Order a pizza if you're that hungry," you rejoin, and you pour two mugs of freshly brewed tea. "I won't even bother offering you one."

"Nope," Dean says, popping the "p." He walks out of the kitchen, giving Sam a firm slap on the back. Sam coughs and shoots his brother a frown.

Dean has the gall to wink at him before he walks out. Like he's having his own little private joke.

Well, Sam isn't laughing. He stares down hard at his book. He tries to ignore everything he just heard and saw out of the corner of his eye.

It becomes too much. He takes up his book and heads out of the kitchen.

He just doesn't see the way you frown as he walks away. There you stand, left holding two mugs of tea for you and him.

Sam returns to his room for a while. He's not hiding. He's...reading.

There's a knock at his door, and if it's Dean, he swears he's going to open his mouth and tell his brother to leave him the hell alone, like he's some kind of moody teen.

But it's you.

"Hey," you greet, after the door creaks open. Sam softens.

"Hey," he says, clearing his throat. "What's up?"

"You," you reply. You bring him his hot mug of tea and set it down on the desk where he sits.

"Thanks," he says.

You nod and place your mug beside his (Lord of the Rings themed, of course), and cross your arms as you lean against his desk.

Sam turns toward you in his chair. His hands rest on his thighs. His gaze travels back up to your face as he tries to keep his neutral, but welcoming to whatever you want to ask him. (He buries his heart deep, as he instinctively does whenever you're near him.)

"You okay?" you ask. Your brows furrow the longer you gaze down at him. Just staring, like you know he's hiding something. Like you can see straight into him, into the shadows where he keeps most of his thoughts of you.

This is perhaps the only area of his life where he's a coward.

"Yeah, I'm good," Sam replies, in a tone that suggests, Why wouldn't I be?

You quirk a smile. "Why don't I believe you?"

Sam swallows. For once, he's not sure what to say to you.

"You know you can talk to me, right?" you say softly. You take a subtle step into his orbit, almost between his open legs. Your demeanor says that you'd gladly listen, do whatever he asked of you. Because you're just that kind.

Sam's mouth twitches upward. "I know. I'm fine, really."

"You're fine, or you're Winchester fine?" you raise a brow.

Sam chuckles then, showing a flash of his smile. It lightens you.

"Maybe a bit of the second one," he admits.

You smile and inch closer, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah? Tell me," you say. Your voice is soft, but not quite a whisper.

It leads Sam to sigh. He grasps your hand where it lies on his shoulder. For a moment, he debates internally. He realizes then that Dean's antics earlier might've been more than just teasing. Maybe it was a subtle nudge—to stop wasting time.

Damn it, just do something, Sam thinks.

When you squeeze his hand back, it's just the small push he needs. He glances up at you.

Then he takes your hand and holds it between both of his, with care. He tugs you forward, surprising you as you step forward between his legs. Your mouth parts in soft surprise when he reaches a hand up to your cheek.

You still look surprised, blushing up to your ears, but you're not pulling away. In fact, your widened gaze moves from his eyes to his lips.

Sam smiles. He tugs you down to him and enacts a living daydream, finally kissing you with everything he has. Everything he’s had locked inside.

You respond to his mouth in kind; the subtle gasp of breath against his lips sharply cuts off as you sink into his kiss. Your trembling hand comes to his cheek, grazing the dull prickle of stubble. When your fingers dive into his hair next, it’s his turn to take a deep breath.

With each new kiss, he explores more of you. His hands find your waist, and he gathers you against his chest. You find purchase on his strong shoulders and give into the opportunity to straddle his hips, sitting in his lap while he continues to make your heartbeat wild in your chest.

Sam slows the kiss, only because his brain is starting to catch up with his heart. He wants to see your face, to make sure this is what you want.

He finds that and more when he looks up at you.

He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, tenderly brushing his thumb against your cheek.

"Does that answer your question?" he asks, with a soft laugh. You join him and press your forehead against his.

"I don't know,” you tease. Your eyes are dancing, both with amusement and relief. Because your heart has wanted this for even longer than Sam's.

You lean back in to whisper close to his lips. “Maybe I need a little more clarity."

Sam takes you at your word.

AN: It's been a long time since I've written for Sam! 💜 I got in another request for him a while ago. I may dust that one off soon... Until then, let me know what you think of this!

(And don't worry. I didn't forget about the Soldier Boy imagine I promised. That will come out at the end of this week, most likely!)

Read Dean's version: "Dean reads you wrong."

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[sunflowerrosewood]

S/O Gets Period and They Take Care ~ Stray Kids (all)

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

I'm writing this one as the whole group finds out and takes care of you. I'm on mine right now and this idea hit me. Also trying out texting parts of the story 👀.

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You got up as if it was a normal day for you. You got ready for work/school and went. You were working on a project when you felt a cramp hit you. Your stomach clenched. You knew what that meant. Your period was either here or was about to be in the next couple of days.

You had some extra pads on you so as a safety precaution, you grabbed one and ran to the bathroom. No blood stain on your undergarment but as you went to the bathroom, you were bleeding. Phew you made it just in time....

Though now that you put your pad on and it officially started. Your cramps also began. You had to go back to your project slightly bent over due to them. Why did they have to hit at work/school? Why couldn't they hit at home then you could've have "worked from home" today?

A couple hours went past and your cramps were hitting you hard. Your friend Yuko came by to check on you.

"Y/n are you okay? You don't look too good?" She asked softly.

"I'm not. My period started at work." You told her.

"Why don't you go home? You have been caught up for weeks now. A day off doesn't hurt?" She told you and you nodded your head.

Yuko did have a point. You haven't taken many days off and you still had 5 more hours to go. So you listened to her and decided to go back home. Before you left, a group chat went off. Your group chat with Stray Kids.

You were added in this chat by your best friend Jeongin. He wanted you to meet the group and you clicked right in. Now the whole crew adores you and loves when you hang out with them. Though today, you feel bad. It was the weekly movie night and you'll have to cancel.

You hoped that would ease their worries. They didn't need to fret over you. You grabbed your things from work and headed home.

~~■■ Stray Kids' POV ■■~~

The group got your latest message and began to wonder what was going on? Chris being the main questioner.

"Is Y/n alright? She rarely cancels." Chris stated

"When she says she'll be okay. I worry something else is going on." Changbin said as the others nodded their heads.

"Whenever she's like this, it's either because she's sick or her period started." Jeongin stated which made some of them perk up.

"Would her period be now?" Hyunjin asked.

"I'm not sure but probably." Jeongin guessed.

"I could bring the snacks I was making to her?" Felix suggested.

"I think that's a good idea. Why don't we grab things for her?" Chris said.

Felix grabbed his baked goods he made the previous day. Chris grabbed the sweatshirt you liked to wear when you hung out with them. Changbin grabbed the large blanket. Lee Know grabbed a heating pad they had at their place. Seugmin grabbed some pain medicine they had at the dorm. Han and Hyunjin grabbed more of your favorite things around the place. Jeongin messaged the group.

~~■■ Your POV ■■~~

You got home and immediately went to the bathroom to take a shower. Something about freshening up seemed like a good thing to do now. When you finished your shower, you got into some comfy clothes you could lounge around in.

"Finally comfort. Now some medicine and food." You said and walked to the kitchen area.

Knock knock knock

"Who could be visiting?" You asked and went to your door. You looked out the peephole and saw the boys. You immediately opened the door.

"What are you doing here?" You asked very surprised.

"Surprise! We thought you'd like some comfort." Jisung exclaimed.

"We thought you weren't feeling good or perhaps on your period so we brought stuff." Minho said and held up a heating pad.

You felt yourself beginning to tear up and stepped aside for them to come in. Each one you hugged tightly. Jeongin was the last to come in and you hugged him tighter.

"Thank you." You whispered.

"Of course. We'll always be there for you." Jeongin said.

You turned in and Seugmin held out some medicine.

"We had some pain meds around the house. I hope this helps." He said softly and you smiled warmly.

"I was actually looking for some pain medication so you are right on time." You said and took some of the medicine.

"Have you ate?" Hyunjin asked.

"Not since I went to work." You told them.

"We'll get you some food. Go lay down." Felix told you.

Jisung and Changbin pulled you to your room so the others could bring things. Seugmin and Jeongin followed behind.

"I didn't realize you had a large bed?" Jisung stated and you chuckled.

"It helps to relax. But I guess it's perfect for all of you to stay too." You said.

You climbed into bed and Changbin started to set up the TV. Minho came in with the heating pad and what looked like tea. You placed the heating pad on where your cramps were hurting you. Changbin climbed beside one side of you and Jeongin on the other. Chris came in with a sweater.

"If you get cold, I brought your favorite one from our dorm." He said and placed it to the side.

A few minutes later, Hyunjin and Felix had some plates of food. The two of them brought it on a tray for all of you to munch on. You turned on your TV and started a movie all of you wanted to see.

An hour into the movie and the snacks dwindling, you started to feel sleepy. Between the medicine, the heating pad, and the comfort of the boys you could crash right there. You slid deeper into the blankets and fell asleep.

The boys were watching the movie and Hyunjin turned to check on you.

"Psst guys she fell asleep." He whispered.

"Oh the medicine may have kicked in." Seugmin said.

"Let's let her rest. She's probably not in pain as much." Chris said as the others nodded their heads.

Each one had a hand just rubbing either your arm or leg softly. Partially to soothe you and partially to know where you were. Another hour went by and each of the boys were starting to get sleepy.

Changbin was first and fell asleep near your shoulder. Jeongin was next and fell asleep near your other shoulder. Hyunjin and Jisung were next and fell asleep with a hand near the heating pad. Felix fell asleep with a hand on your leg. Lastly was Chris and Minho who also fell asleep with a hand on your legs.

All of you fell asleep and took a nap together. In the end, your period was more tolerable due to these boys helping you out and being a big comfort for you.

[hiiroamagisbestfriend]

welcome back!!! this might be sudden but how about rainy day hcs with the 3a trio? individual or maybe as a poly 👀👀

Rainy Day Headcanons!

w/ Chiaki Morisawa, Izumi Sena, & Kaoru Hakaze x GN! Reader

omg... my first request after coming back... thank you... i'll do them individually and then as a poly teehee

Warnings: Nothing in particular!

✩ First of all, if you two had plans to go out or any sort of outdoors-y activity and it started raining really hard? He'd be so bummed out about it.

✩ Of course, any time he spends with you is a good time, but he's an active boy at heart!

✩ On the bright side, he has his fair share of nerdy hobbies too. And he absolutely has no qualms with cozying up with you on the sofa or bed and watching some movies. Maybe even a tokusatsu marathon, if you share that interest with him.

✩ I feel like he'd spoil you for real. He'd cover you with blankets and pillows, and then reassures you that he can handle all the necessary prep for making a good, romantic time.

"You just stay put! This hero will make sure to blow away all your rainy day woes!" Chiaki stood in front of you with that eager look in his eyes, making sure to put on a pose that makes him look really cool.

✩ After that, he'd scurry off to the kitchen. Probably to prepare your favorite snacks or drinks for you to enjoy. The level of his success varies, but what matters is he tried his best, right?

✩ Once he's done, he'd squeeze into the blankets with you, and if you weren't warm earlier, you definitely are now. Maybe it's suffocatingly hot, even.

✩ But there's really no way you can tell him to leave. He looks so happy being by your side. His smile is as bright and sunny as ever, but he's looking at you with such mirth that you can already see his heartbreak if you asked him for some space.

✩ Chiaki would lean into you, arm reaching around to your shoulder to pull you in even closer. Then he'd put on whatever it was you two agreed to watch, and then he'd be really engrossed!

✩ Unless you suggested that you watch horror. That's a whole different story, now is it?

✩ Izumi would probably not be as lucky to be indoors with you when it started raining. Maybe you two were walking home or worse. On the way to your actual date.

✩ If it starts to pour, he'd definitely let his annoyance be known. Clicking his tongue, quickening his pace, grabbing at you a bit harder. All the good stuff. Maybe he'd even throw in a "So annoying!"

✩ Maybe he'd even tell you off, blaming you for planning a date without checking the forecast. But you know he isn't saying it out of malice.

✩ If the rain gets really hard though, all those platitudes fall through. If you're underdressed, he'd wordlessly hand you his jacket, and would probably get all flustered if you bring it up.

"Huh? It's because you're such a dumbass. It was already bad enough you invited me out during a damn storm, but you even had the gall to not bring a jacket." Despite his harsh words, Izumi still brought you inside the nearest establishment within his line of sight to hide from the rain.

"Don't even think about saying 'thank you'. If you're really grateful, then make sure there isn't a next time."

✩ He'd fuss over you though. Patting your hair dry, making sure your clothes aren't too wet. Stuff like that. Maybe letting you get sick is the best way for you to learn your lesson, but as fun as taking care of you would be, even he isn't that heartless.

✩ Once things have settled down, he'd probably want to hightail it back to his place. Or yours, depending on which one's closer.

Izumi practically dragged you back to the apartment, immediately ushering you towards the bathroom. "Go take a hot shower, or something." He would demand, but with the way he seems to be preparing clothes for you to wear after? He doesn't seem too upset.

You thank him for being considerate, but he just rolls his eyes. "Haah? I'm just making sure you do the stuff you're supposed to do after getting rained on. But... I guess it isn't so bad to hear you say that."

✩ Just don't tell him his face has been a bit flushed since earlier. He probably wouldn't be able to handle that.

✩ Rain is romantic! Though he wouldn't happily jump into a storm, Kaoru would be more than grateful for the vibes that a nice, rainy day brings.

✩ Its a bit sad that he can't take you out on a date like this, but that's okay! Because there are things that he can do even while indoors.

✩ Like playing his guitar. He wouldn't bring it up willingly because he's still a bit unsure of his skills, but if you asked him to? Heck, if you personally requested for him to play a song?

"I'm not that good yet, though?" Kaoru would try to play it off, shaking his head as he held his hands up. "If you really want some music, I can just play some on my phone?"

But you would stubbornly decline, reassuring him that what you wanted to hear was him playing guitar. That statement made him blush, just a little bit.

"I can't really say no if you're the one asking..."

✩ If it's a song he already knows, he'd proudly play it for you. Just like he said, he isn't the best at it yet, but he's playing it for you, so it would never sound bad.

✩ Alternatively, it could be a completely new song for him. Not that it would deter him. He would search up the arrangement online, putting all his focus into learning it at this very moment.

As the strumming of the guitar mixed with the rain outside, Kaoru can't help but feel like you're staring at him really intently. Its good that you're paying attention to him, but... he wants to focus on nailing this song for you!

It feels like his entire body is heating up, even down to the tips of his fingers, making it even harder for him to focus. He can't let up though, he won't!

"Ahaha. Did you enjoy that? The payment for that private performance will be one kiss~" Kaoru wanted to bury himself in a hole. He doesn't really like acting like a playboy when it's just the two of you. It makes him feel insincere. But he's nervous! So he can't help but fall into old habits.

✩ His worries are unfounded. Since he does get his payment, as requested.

✩ Having not one, not two, but three whole boyfriends to spoil you on a rainy day? Maybe you really did die and go to heaven at this point.

✩ In terms of how outward they are with their affection, it would probably be Chiaki, Kaoru, and then Izumi. But don't get things wrong, they all love you (and each other) a whole lot.

✩ Relationships with this many people could be seen as a chore, but seeing as you're all basically best friends with one another, things go smoothly for the most part.

"Group hug!" Chiaki would pull all three of his partners in for the aforementioned hug, squeezing them tightly and earning mixed reactions of surprise and ire.

Nobody complains though, since it really is the perfect weather for a cuddle like this. Maybe it's a bit cramped, but kicking someone out would be the last thing on anyone's mind.

✩ If, by chance, you were afraid of heavy rain and thunder, they would do their best to try and reassure you. In their own, silly ways.

✩ Since everyone in this little group has their own varied interests, I think you would all go and enjoy it in a rotation. Just to make sure everyone was having fun and didn't feel left out in any way.

✩ A lot of hugs and kisses, probably. One of them would try to do it sneakily (funny how I could see any of the 3 doing that), but that sort of one-on-one is unfair! So now it's a group thing. It always has to be!

✩ Then you'd all probably fall asleep in a bed that's way too small for four people. Squeezing just to fit in. But it's warm. And there really isn't anything better.

i feel like i'm still getting back into the groove of things so sorry if its a bit wonky...

Likes and Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[u1dh]

My Bowser x reader ideas:

Bowser seeking refuge in your kingdom after he escapes Princess Peach's imprisonment.

Princess Peach using you as Bowser bait cause she's sick of being kidnapped n shit (you're totally into it, tho).

Princess Peach x reader x Bowser? I've literally got nothing else cuz I've had Bowser brainrot for a few months now, but omg..... 🫣

This is probably the one I like the most, and the one I've put the most thought into (under cut):

While Bowser is still in Princess Peach's captivity, you wander around his kingdom just cause you think it's cool and like, who's gonna stop you anywayz?

Eventually Kamek and the rest of the Koopa Troop notice you, but they don't really care because they're too busy trying to figure out how to aid Bowser in his escape, along with running the kingdom without him (I'd imagine that mostly lies on Kamek).

You figure hey, you dig this place, and you're bored as hell. Why don't you just become the new ruler for a little while? And that's what you propose to them.

They decide to entertain you, knowing that a random little human isn't gonna be able to do much harm anyway. They don't expect it to go much farther than being an inside joke, but they're surprised when they find out that they actually... Like you? And you're kind of good at this? And it's kind of nice to not have a huge fire-breathing beast with anger issues over their shoulders all the time??? Kamek is also enjoying his much needed break, so it just ends up not being a joke anymore. You're just their ruler now, and they're chill with it.

Anyway, when Bowser inevitably gets out, drama ensues, and it's kind of like a weird custody battle. Reader and him start off on a really bad foot, and they consider each other enemies at first. The only thing that stops Bowser from murking you on the spot is Kamek (lucky, lucky you!), and it is very physical. We're talking movie Bowser here so, he doesn't really care about what's best for his kingdom or what they want fr.

Anyway, a lot of the Koopa Troop really, really like you, but they are also loyal to their king, and let's be real: some of the troop could probably go without Bowser, but that simply isn't allowed. So, you guys basically have to co-parent the troop, even though you hate each other. They even pick a favorite "parent," lol.

Obviously the relationship will escalate to more of a romantic one once you guys really get to talking and interacting or whateva... and yeah.

There's still a lot for me to figure out like, where does this reader even come from? What draws them to the Koopa Kingdom? Do the Koopa Troop aid Bowser in his escape, or do they get carried away with you being their ruler and he ends up having to escape himself?

Lots for me to think about, and lots of plot holes to fill... but I wanted to know what you guys think of this. Is it something you'd be interested in reading? Does anything already seem inaccurate our OOC?

Oh and btw, if you wanna use some of these ideas in your own works, I don't care!!! Go crazy with it! I'm not necessarily new to writing fanfiction, but I've never been particularly good at it so... if I never end up writing these ideas into real stories, I really don't want them to go to waste! I'm going to try my best, but y'know... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I think it'd be fun to see others takes on these prompts anyway.

I really love Bowser, and there is not enough x reader fanfiction to satisfy me. I just had to post something... I'm going crazy!!!!!!!!! Feral, even! Help me!! 😩

[mygreatadventurehasbegun]

OK.

So I've kind of been obsessing over The Crow since watching it for the first time last Friday.

I cannot believe it took me this long to watch it because it is so up my alley and once I get a physical copy that can work in my blu-ray player (I bought a 4K and didn't realize until I'd opened it), I can totally see this becoming a comfort movie.

Bad day?

Watch The Crow.

Home sick?

Watch The Crow.

But I want to talk about what might be my favorite scene in the movie.

Which may seem an odd choice compared to something like the scene at the pawn shop, where we get to see Eric have a little fun...his humor and personality come through along with the menace.

But this scene with Eric and Tin Tin?

It is fantastic.

I love how it starts with Eric experimenting...testing to see how far he can go...ending with that maniacal, gleeful laugh when he discovers he is impervious to harm.

But it gets really good when he confronts Tin Tin.

When you see him through the fire, he's like an animal. He has his prey in sight, and nothing will get in his way.

He is being fueled purely by his rage.

And when he screams: "MURDERER!!!" at Tin Tin, it legit gives me chills.

And then the dialogue between them starts and he switches. He is no longer being fueled by rage alone...now the pain is starting to creep in. But the pain is keeping his rage in check...for now. And I find it interesting that it almost seems to physically hurt him when Tin Tin starts talking about what he did to Shelly. Which of course, is what gives Tin Tin the brief upper hand in the fight.

But he's fighting a temporarily immortal being, and so that upper hand doesn't last. I'm obsessed with the way Eric avoids the knives (I guess you missed Tin Tin) and how he turns the table to take his first act of vengeance.

I lot of the reason I love this scene really comes down to Brandon Lee's performance. Like I said earlier, this is his rage and pain laid bare and Brandon Lee did such an outstanding job and physicalizing it and making it so palpable. Again, hearing about the pain Shelly went through seems to physically hurt him (which we also see in later scenes)...and I interpret the story as Eric came back to avenge Shelly's death, not his own.

And the other reason I love this scene is the fight choreography. Of the four villains Eric goes after, Tin Tin is really the only one who put up a fight (I know Fun Boy's scene was longer where they actually fought once Darla left), and so that makes the scene a bit more interesting to watch. But the fight is very raw and rough...I appreciate the fact that the fight wasn't "perfect", even though they could have easily done it, considering all of Brandon Lee's skills. And the knife work is really cool, culminating in that final blow with "Victims. Aren't we all?"

I am so happy I finally got to see this movie.

And if you're looking for something to watch this Halloween season, I highly recommend this one!

[wonwooslibrary]

svt as boyfriends ♡ wonwoo edition

member: wonwoo x gn!reader genre: fluff, bullet points :3 word count: 876 summary: wonu's gamer bf era warnings: none !! just know that i am in love with jeon wonwoo. (me saying things like that is what makes it hard to see i'm a junhui ult on this blog) author's note: happy wonwoo day !!!!! summer is about half way over :( but I hope this wonu boyfriend au will make you feel better <3

There is absolutely no way that the Jeon Wonwoo is not the “gamer bf” 

I have some very specific thoughts about boyfie Wonwoo so buckle your seatbelts and make sure to keep all hands and feet in the cart while it is in motion 

Quality Time 

Jeon Wonwoo is the king of quality time!! 

He would so much rather just chill with you at home than go anywhere 

Hates parties and only goes to them if another member of svt is hosting it because he’ll feel bad if he doesn’t spend time with his brothers 

Feels uncomfortable around your friends but will go with you to see them anyway because as long as he’s with you, he’s happy 

ABSOLUTELY loves when you ask if you can join him when he is gaming! 

If you play games a lot, he’ll be all pouty when you beat him at something like Call of Duty, but if you don’t play games a lot, you’ll be pouty when you find out he let you win at Mario Kart

He would also love to just have cuddle time where he reads his articles online and you just game on your phone, read a novel or something

Words of Affirmation

THIS MAN IS FSDKJFNSDKJ so good at affirmation pls I could sob just thinking about it 

He never fails to make you feel worthy, and perfect ! 

Always compliments you when he’s watching you do something, like if you win a race in Mario Kart he’d be saying something like “I’m so proud of you, good job!” even if it is something simple 

He’ll be over the freaking moon if you tell him you got a promotion at work, he’ll go on a rant about how much he loves you and will be on your side no matter what 

Do pet names count as words of affirmation bc Wonu is the type to say something like “babygirl/babyboy”, “sweetie” or “sweetheart” aaaaa

Just imagine him being like “good morning, sweetheart” AAAA sorry i’m in love-

Anyway Wonu is amazing at compliments and also loving you 

Physical Touch 

Is awkward lmao but he will try his best 

He would love to rest his head on you, if you’re taller, in between your shoulder blades while back-hugging you, but if you’re shorter, on your shoulders 

I can totally see him waiting to hold your hand when you’re shopping, going on dates, or just chilling in the living room

Loves cuddles but would refuse to admit to it 

Please let this man be the softie we all know he is !! 

Though, even tho he loves being around you and touching you…he always needs his alone time, and you are more than willing to accept that because let’s face it: everyone needs to be alone once in a while

He is such a simp tho, if you ask for even the slightest PDA he goes all out, even if he gets embarrassed about it: he’ll wrap his arms around your shoulders if you’re sitting next to each other in a movie theater or a restaurant 

He’ll also 100% playfully push you, like if you tell a really bad joke or if he is pretending to be annoyed with you (we all know he could never actually have any negative feelings towards you)

Acts of Service 

Acts of service is totally his calling: he’ll love to do literally anything for you

When you can’t sleep or are sick, you’ll ask him to sing you something to relax you and he’ll sing for hours until the both of you are asleep next to each other 

He seems like the type to love doing simple chores like laundry: it keeps him distracted, gives him the alone time he needs, and it helps you out ! 

As soon as you pull a “Wonu could you do this for me 👉👈 🥺” he’ll be sprinting to make you happy 

My favorite Wonwoo act of service is: teaching you how to do things…

This man loves to learn, and who else is he going to share his knowledge with? You want to know better ways to keep your plants alive? He’s got you! 

You’re unsure how to make this side dish for dinner? He’s texting you links to twenty different recipes and helping you pick the one you like most 

He just loves to interest you in these silly little facts that he hopes would help you with something, whether it be now, or in 10 years 

He’s a helpful bean <3 

Gift Giving 

Uses his money to his advantage (pls stop him before he takes over the world) 

If you even mention an article of clothing being cute in a store, you suddenly have one of every color the next day

If you are like “Hey Wonu do you wanna go see __ in concert?”, you best believe that he’s buying you VIP tickets 

And when you complain to him that he is spending way too much money on you, he just shrugs 

“What else am I going to do with my money? We have a nice place, and I have everything I could want, as well as you, I might as well use it to make you happy” 

I love him…

[renaiswriting]

Make a Wish

Pairing: Chwe Vernon/Reader

Summary:

Vernon tries to surprise you with a birthday cake for your birthday.

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Word count: +1.1k words

Author's note: It's officially my birthday (yeyy) so I wrote this for myself lol, I hope you enjoy it as well~

Masterlist.

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Vernon was acting weird.

Starting two days ago, he had been going more quiet than usual.

At first, you attributed it to the tour that was just days away, with the preparations for a new comeback and the tight schedules and itineraries he had had.

But as the days went by, the tension didn't seem to want to leave his body.

It was strange; Vernon wasn't usually the type of person to get such nerves before such big events, so it was starting to worry you.

"Are you sure you're okay? You barely touched your dinner." You asked worriedly. You weren't the best cook in the world, but Vernon always ate every last crumb of any meal you prepared for him.

"Yes," he replied after a few seconds. "I think I'm about to be sick," he mumbled, bringing a hand to his stomach and patting it gently.

"Maybe we should save the movie for another night. Do you want me to call someone to come get you?" You offered. Whenever you were able to have a night to yourselves, you enjoyed watching some movies until it became physically impossible to keep your eyes open and you decided to go to sleep.

This had been the first one in a long time, and you had really been looking forward to it, but it broke your heart to see Vernon in such a state.

"No." Vernon shook his head, letting your hands massage his tired shoulders. "Tomorrow is your birthday; I want to be here when you wake up. With all the preparations and rehearsals we have today, I doubt I'll be able to see you all day."

"It doesn't matter; we can celebrate another day, really." You loved your birthdays, but as you got older and older, adult life left you little time to properly celebrate. "I have to go to work early tomorrow anyway; I doubt I'll even have time off." You joked, trying to make him feel better.

"Still." Vernon insisted, "I'm sure I just need a little rest tonight, and tomorrow I'll be fine again."

You restrained yourself from continuing with an argument; it was rare to get Vernon to change his mind once he already had something on his mind, and if he was really feeling bad, it was best to just lie down and get a good night's sleep.

His hands slid around your waist, pulling you closer to his warm body.

The soft blankets covering you, his hands caressing your skin, the soft kisses he was leaving on the back of your head, and his slow breathing were all you needed to fall asleep in a matter of seconds.

Hours later (which unfortunately felt like seconds since you had closed your eyes), you woke up to your back getting cold.

You rolled over, noticing that Vernon wasn't sleeping next to you, and instantly became aware of the smell of burning coming from the kitchen.

The clock on your bedside table showed that it was almost half past six in the morning.

Dragging your favorite blanket off the bed, you hurried to investigate what was causing the smell.

Just by opening the bedroom door (which Vernon had closed to avoid waking you up), you could already make out a thin layer of smoke going from the oven to the ceiling.

The windows were closed, and that didn't help the air circulate.

Vernon was still wearing the same clothes he had gone to sleep in, and his hair was so disheveled that it was hard to tell where one strand began and another ended.

His cheeks were covered with flour, and his cheeks glistened with sweat.

He looked adorable.

The more you watched him, you began to notice more details, like the splashes on his favorite hoodie.

"Now what?" Vernon muttered, opening the oven door and pulling out a mass so dark it might as well be black.

If it weren't for the strong burnt aroma, you'd swear he'd tried to bake something chocolate.

Vernon stood motionless, staring at his creation without any kind of reaction.

Sighing, he pulled his cell phone out from under some egg cartons he had used and typed something there.

"Good morning, handsome."

Vernon raised his head so fast, you'd swear you'd heard a crack.

"Ah, no!" Vernon cried, covering what he had taken out of the oven with his arms, his cheeks turning a pale pink. "What are you doing up at this hour? You were still supposed to be sleeping."

His reaction took you by surprise, and you turned around and covered your eyes. "Sorry! I just wanted to see where you were." You explained. "I didn't see anything!"

Vernon went on moaning for a few moments, cleaning up the mess he had made and covering his creation with the first thing he could find.

"Go to sleep." He asked, but you were already wide awake, and both he and you knew that no matter how hard you tried, it would be nearly impossible for you to fall back asleep.

"Can I turn over?"

"Yeah," Vernon replied.

His face was getting redder and redder with every second your eyes were on him.

"What were you doing?" you asked him, your hand reaching for his cheek that was still covered in traces of flour.

"A cake. A birthday cake." Vernon confessed, "I followed all the instructions Mingyu sent me, but I don't know what went wrong."

"I wanted to surprise you with a birthday breakfast." He added.

You couldn't say anything.

Vernon didn't usually cook or bake anything.

It just wasn't something he was interested in, especially when he knew he could easily survive on sandwiches.

You would never have thought he would have been planning something like this.

You didn't need a mirror to know that your eyes were sparkling when you looked at him.

When Mingyu showed me how it had to be done step by step a week ago, I thought it was going to come out perfect." Vernon lamented scratching behind his neck. "I already bought a new birthday cake; it should be here soon."

You cut him off, silencing him by connecting your lips with his.

"You're perfect." You shook your head, still in disbelief. "Was this the reason for how weird you were acting these days?"

"I wanted it to come out perfect. I was really nervous of messing it up."

"Cancel the purchase. The only birthday cake I'm going to accept is the one you baked."

"It's all burned. Mingyu told me vanilla cakes were the best, so I changed the recipe he had told me to a new one, mixing up some of the preparation steps."

"Let's pretend it's chocolate." You laughed, hugging him again. "Thanks Vernon."

"Happy birthday."

[ocelot-t]

do have any Hazbin Hotel or just RadioRose headcanons? Like Rosie being a really good painter or Alastor technically being younger than he seems or something? (I just like reading other people's ideas on their favorite characters lol)

You arrived just in time.

There will be a lot of words I have mostly a lot of disconnected thoughts in my head, which I sometimes consciously or unconsciously implement in drawings. besides, I don't remember what the canon is, and what the old fanon is, to be honest. If you would like me to, I can share not only my headcanons, but also some of the AUs I have.

I understand where the theory comes from, but I don't like the idea of Alastor being forced to smile all this time. I think he wants to keep everything under his control so much that he smiles even in death. The idea that he is just a sick man, serial killer makes his eternal smile even more unnerving. I don't want to justify him.

I think Al would have enjoyed reading H.P Lovecraft’s works. The tentacled creatures and descriptions of people as nonentities suffering defeat in a fight with chthonic creatures... btw, some of Lovecraft's stories were published during Alastor's era. I have a small headcanon about Alastor's death, and I plan to create a comic in the future (if I can actually get it done).

There are 2 possible deaths of Alastor's mother in my mind, and I’m uncertain which one I want to illustrate. maybe both continuing the theme of Alastor’s human life. I sincerely believe that even if Alastor had really had an abusive father, Al would have been cruel since childhood. Guess what? I have an unfinished little comic with a hum!Al by another artist, and I'm uncertain when I’ll manage to complete it. The headcanon that suggests Alastor’s father is an abuser already seems like a canon; however, I don’t want to portray him as a completely terrible person. I like the idea of Alastor enjoying hunting, so let's say he learned it from his father. Just like all the dad jokes. on the other hand, as for the scars on Alastor, some of them probably came from his father, since domestic violence was a common problem. Regarding art, as you might have noticed, I have a headcanon that Al understands the arts in general, whether it's painting, cinema, or music. Perhaps I think this way only because I am trying to combine things I love very much. I imagine him as a person you could have a discussion about these topics with??? It seems to me that Alastor and Rosie would often discuss these topics over a glass of wine or a cup of tea. Suddenly, Alastor would show up at Rosie's and instead of hello I READ ABOUT FRA FILIPPO LIPPI. DO YOU HAVE AN HOUR FREE? BTW I HOPE YOU WATCHED THAT DZIGA VERTOV MOVIE THAT I RECOMMENDED Rosie would love art nouveau and I don't know rococo? and Alastor would be like no art nouveau is okay, cute, but rococo is bullshit. *2-hour episode of drunken dad teaching life* Continuing on the topic of artists, I repeat myself, I have a silly unfinished series of mini-comics about Alastor and Rosie as art academy students, the plots of which are based on real life (almost). I have thought about what kind of styles they would draw in, what kind of themes they would focus on, and so on. Again, there is a lot of text here already, so I'll wrap up this topic for now. P.S. I have a strange idea in my head about how to imagine Alastor in the USSR in the 10-30s. It was quite fun there: the World War I, the revolution, the civil war, the post-revolutionary years, famines and so on, and so on. For fun, of course, but Alastor the Communist has a good reason to hate Vox the Capitalist and his MMM I mean VVV or Lucifer the emperor of hell, if you know what I mean. Instead of telling dad jokes, he would say that life under Stalin was good and quote Lenin. Of course, these are all jokes, but I did have some abstract thoughts about how his life and his family's life would be arranged. However, I don't know enough about the history of USSR to actually implement this properly. so yeah

[smytherines]

do you have any hcs for precanon curtwen? how they got together, what they were like etc

Oh for sure I do!

I think they were probably paired up together for missions over the span of a couple of years, and had all this romantic & sexual tension that they convinced themselves was all in their heads, before they actually got together. They had long enough to build a friendship, a partnership, and they're both afraid enough of the consequences (both personally and professionally) that they don't want to even consider making a move.

I always imagine it as something goes wrong on a mission, someone gets hurt, or maybe they have a spectacular success and are high on adrenaline, and Curt impulsively kisses Owen because hey, this guy is attractive and Curt has a crush. Owen is just kinda stunned by it, and Curt pulls away like "oh shit he's gonna kill me," but really Owen has been infatuated with Curt for ages and just assumed Curt wasn't interested.

I could see Owen having an inkling that Curt is into men, but assuming that if someone as cocky and confident as Curt hasn't made a move, it must mean he isn't interested. So Owen has just been pathetically pining for him. I think Curt has been pining too, but because he just kind of assumes in that young closeted queer way that nobody else is "sick" like him, that confiding in anyone will get him in trouble. And in my headcanon, Owen is bisexual, so perhaps he's had affairs with women and Curt assumes that means he isn't interested in men.

Anyways, I love thinking about them in a relationship, even though it breaks my heart. Because realistically Curt and Owen probably only saw each other a handful of times per year, so everything they manage to build together is based on these little stolen moments. I think they start casually hooking up, killing time on missions, but it very quickly becomes something more. It almost has to. You don't get a lot of time to date as a spy, and even less as a gay spy. So even just the act of repeatedly hooking up by default sorta makes them the most important relationship in each other's lives- especially because they were such good friends first.

I personally don't think pre-fall curtwen were as toxic as a lot of people think. I don't really see any evidence of that in A1P1. I mean they both seem to be little freaks who get off on danger and violence, and I'm sure constant distance and secrecy and danger took their toll, but for me A1P1 shows two men who love and respect each other, even if they bicker and mess with each other.

One thought I keep coming back to is that they sneak off for movie dates, mostly because I love classic films and get really into imagining them reacting to the many gay subtext films of the early 50s. I think they sit in the darkest part of the theater and only their legs are touching, and maybe if there's nobody there one of them will put his hand on the other's thigh and it's almost a real date.

I think they'll go to bars- not underground gay bars specifically, but bars where a lot of queer people just happen to congregate, and sit at a booth or a table, and drink together and find little ways to be discreetly affectionate.

I think Curt thinks it's adorable that Owen is a kind of a nerd, and tries his best to pay attention when Owen goes on a ramble or a rant about boring tech stuff (but gets bored and starts trying to make out with him instead). I think Owen is fascinated with how Curt's mind works, how he's seemingly so chaotic and disorganized, but in a crisis he is absolutely cool and calm and comes up with clever, creative solutions for problems.

I think they loved each other, they knew each other so well that one could barely finish a sentence before the other picked it up. I think they were a bit codependent, and the distance started to gnaw away at them towards the end, but they were each other's favorite person in the world. They trusted each other more than anyone else on Earth. They missed each other desperately, but tried their best to put on a brave face every time they had to part. I think they sent each other coded love notes and presents and found excuses to request each other on missions. I think some of their pillow talk included imagining little scenarios where they could run off together and never have to be apart again, and it starts as a fun thing but gradually gets sadder and sadder for them as they realize how impossible that would be.

(That's all I have time for right now but I might pick this back up later)

[she-walked-away]

Tag Game Tuesday Monday: 911 Lone Star Fandom Edition

It took me nearly a week to get to it, but thanks Anne @thisbuildinghasfeelings for tagging me!!!

When did you first start watching Lone Star? Who or what introduced you to the show?

Funnily enough, I was watching the Super Bowl in 2020 and was folding laundry when they showed a promo from Lone Star and it was the part where they were talking to the old lady and I heard "Sure ma'am but just so you know I'm a homosexual" and I looked up because that was VERY random for a commercial to say and I the rest of the scene aired and I thought it was one of the best things I've ever seen lmao.

I actually did not start watching the show until 1x08 when TK got shot and I was HOOKED. I remember having to miss the season 1 finale to go to the grocery and checking my twitter account to see if Tarlos got together in the end ajkdhafdas

Which season is your favorite?

Season 3!

I'll never forget the EXPERIENCE that Push was. I was on a whole rollercoaster of emotions and I remember watching the TK waking up and Grace giving birth montage live and when it went off, my husband sitting behind me and very quietly going "whoa." We were both SHOOK. And then the proposal happened in 3x18 and I slunk off my couch because I was dying happily.

I think my rank is 3, 4 bc of the wedding and SOULMATES!!!, 2, and then 1. I really did like season 2 but you can tell Tim kind of bum rushed the ending dalkhdf

Who is your favorite character? (Bonus: If you answered TK or Carlos, who is your favorite besides them?)

TK and Carlos will always be number one and I cannot pick a favorite between them. They're both so complex and interesting.

I think my second favorite has got to be Tommy. She always just *fit* in the show better than Michelle and I think she's hilarious and smart and her friendship with Grace and Judd are my favorites. Plus, I love how she and Owen play off each other.

Top five episodes. Go!

Push - nothing will ever top this I'm afraid

Bad Call

Saving Grace

Red vs Blue- LET THEM HAVE FUNNY QUIRKY EPISODES LIKE THIS BUT MORE CARLOS

In Sickness and Health

If you could pick any character to be given a "begins" episode, who would it be and what would that episode look like?

After season 4- I kind of NEED a Carlos one. I always want one and I think we learned a lot about him last season, but 4x18 opened a lot more questions about his childhood for me. Especially since he genuinely doesn't seem to remember a lot of the good times with his dad and it makes me curious if there is some underlying reason why other than just distance as he grew up.

But also NANCY. What is her backstory?? Her dad told her to start saving when she was little and she has thousands of dollars that she can lend out?? I want to know if there is more to it! And how did she get her start? Was she with the original 126 paramedic squad?

What is a scenario or storyline that you would like to see in season 5?

Obviously Gabriel's murder being solved and it would be great if Tarlos did it TOGETHER. And if one of them is in dangerous peril at the same time in front of the other- would not complain. I'm all for a "being threated and stalked" kind of storyline- I was thinking of along the lines of The Watcher by @ladytessa74 I want to be scared!! And to watch them be scared and IN LOVE AND A TEAM

I saw this earlier, but an episode from like B-shifts POV. You know that Owen and the firefam respond to the most INSANE calls, so I want to see what B shift and Captain Harper's POV is towards A shift. I think it would be hilarious.

Also- give me some silliness within the Catan Crew. Like maybe someone gets a little TOO into a game and then we have an episode of them all pranking each other or a little funny divide- similar to 4x16, but without them actually fighting.

What do you think is going on in this still?

It's Ghost face from Scream asking Carlos what his favorite scary movies are

:)

I think it's either about Gabriel's murder or them finding out that Robert is dead. Rob Lowe said we'd see part of that day so I wonder if we will see the aftermath since I don't think Robert necessarily died within a week after the wedding.

We all know about the elusive 5x05 spicy scene that has been teased, so what is your prediction for how it could possibly top 1x02?

I think it could DEF be some *spicy* shower sex. If TK get's injured in 504, Carlos should help make him feel all nice and healed in the SHOWER

Where was the Tarlos honeymoon in your mind?

I think somewhere in Texas like Galveston. It's not too far away, but I think it's far enough to where TK and Carlos would feel okay leaving both their parents for a short trip. I headcanon that they spent A LOT of money on a quick 8 week wedding *cries in timeline* and so they'd have to save up for a bigger and longer honeymoon.

Shoutout one of your favorite fan creations.

I HAVE SO MANY SO I AM SO SORRY IF I FORGET TO MENTION. It's hard to me to count my favorite stories beacuse I think this fandom has so many. I usually put them on my kindle when I'm traveling so I can reread on a long road trip and read in between the Pluto TV commercials during my long treadmill runs.

I just found my password for Ao3 that i created in 2015 (i was a fanfiction.net OG and live journal girly lol really dating myself) so I am currently making my way through reviewing @welcometololaland's ALTA and I have so many other ones to review as well! @strandnreyes, @reyesstrand, @paperstorm, @carlos-in-glasses, @ladytessa74, @rmd-writes , @goodways, @heartstringsduet , @liminalmemories21 , @lemonlyman-dotcom and literally so many more. I love going back and rereading fics on my work breaks now I'm back from leave and now that I have my password back, I plan on continuing that!!

I love gifsets by @guardian-angle22, @lutavero, @reasonandfaithinharmony, and more!

Also Anne's @thisbuildinghasfeelings cross-stitch!! Literally SO FREAKING COOL.

If I forgot you, I am so sorry. But if you write or make art or anything else in this fandom- just know that I am obsessed with everything you do :) I've just been silently stalking this fandom since like 2020

[smninthisworldd]

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Babysitter next door ; König x fem!OC ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

a quick sort of disclaimer: the image with the girl wearing the purple skirt IS NOT how you must view Jasmine. you're free to imagine her to be however you want, the image simply represents the outfit she wore, nothing more. i'm not making any detailed descriptions of Jasmine, because i want everyone to feel included in the things i write. <3

❝SUMMARY OF CHAP 2: Diving into her memories, Ella remembers the breakup of her parents, and all the times her dad chose her over other people, putting her happiness first. Meanwhile, the day passes and Jasmine and Ella are creating a strong bond, but it's time to go to sleep. And Jasmine had permission to sleep in König's room.❞

w.c: 2500 ; part 2/?;

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Tangled was Ella's favorite Disney movie: she loved Rapunzel's dress - especially because it was purple - and her daddy always told her she looked like the princess, with those blonde hair of hers and those big green eyes. Ella was a sweetheart, and König felt extremely lucky to be her father. She's always been such a happy child, always full of life and with a smile on her face, no matter what.

That was, with other people. When she was alone, she would often look at the pictures she kept of her mom, Sarah, and König together with her, missing those moments.

She was 7 years old when they broke up. They weren't married, but they seemed to be a happy couple. Until one afternoon, when Ella was supposedly asleep, König and Ella's mom were talking in the living room, and their calm talk turned into a heated discussion.

Ella didn't intervene, since she thought it was just a temporary argument over something. They would fix this in no time, Ella thought to herself. But soon, she heard her daddy asking her mom about a certain "Jack". And she wasn't replying.

Finally, her mom talked back, explaining that she was so sick of him being out for days, weeks, because of his duties as a soldier... «I can't do this anymore!» she said. «I need attentions, reassurances... and you can't give those to me if you're never home.»

Her dad tried to reason about it, to be civil about it, and forgive her. But it was too much for him to bear.

«Sarah...» he sighed, «I… I tried my best to give you my everything, and to provide everything you and Ella needed. I can't seem to understand why you... did this. I just… can’t.»

Sarah began to cry, feeling guilty. «I can't justify myself. There is nothing I can do to make it up for you, because...» she stopped for a moment, looking into König's eyes, pain in hers.

«You love him.» König finished the sentence for her. It became clear to him, at this point. König's voice was full of pain and tears filled his eyes, as he tried to understand the situation.

Sarah simply nodded, sighing. «I'm sorry...» she whispered, trying to hug him.

But he stepped back. He wiped his tears away, not wanting to waste his tears for that. After he closed his eyes, he went quiet for a moment, thinking about the next thing he would do.

He took a deep breath, gathering all of his strength to say the next things: «Pack your things and tell Jack to come pick you up tomorrow morning.» he whispered, his voice more serious and cold now. «Ella can't see you leave.»

Sarah sighed again, holding back her tears. But she agreed, it was the best thing to do.

And just like that, the following morning was a sad day, breakfast wasn't as good as the previous days, and Ella's smile wasn't as bright anymore.

She wanted to be there for her dad, not sure how to do it properly, though. She knew she couldn't give him the best comfort, but she tried. She hugged her dad tightly, kissed his cheek gently.

«Ich liebe dich, Papa (i love you, dad).» she whispered, holding him tight.

König returned the hug, caressing his daughter's long and blonde hair, kissing her forehead. «Mommy is...» he began, but Ella stopped him.

«I heard you two yesterday, daddy...» she revealed, hoping her dad wouldn't be mad at her.

König looked at her for a moment before smiling reassuringly, the corners of his lips slightly lifting up in a faint smile. «You're a smart girl.» he said, proud of her daughter.

Ella smiled at him, happy to see her daddy smile. Despite his broken heart, König found comfort in his daughter's gentle and kind personality. He loved how mature she was, at her young age. He was so so proud of her.

«Let's watch Tangled, hmm?»

Ella decided to remain with her dad, and see her mom when König was too busy with work. He tried not to make it happen as often anymore, because he wanted to be there for his daughter.

Sarah moved on and decided to marry that Jack guy, but Ella didn't really like him. They even had a baby together, a boy: Louis.

In those two years, König's seen other women, he's been on dates and has tried to find someone to spend the rest of his life with. But to no success.

He couldn't seem to find "the one". Plus, Ella always wanted to know who her daddy was dating, claiming that König's future girlfriend - or wife - should've been chosen by her. She just wanted to protect his dad from getting his heart broken again.

And since she didn't approve none of the women König dated, he simply stopped. He chose Ella over everyone else, deciding to put her happiness first.

He decided to take her out instead, going to cinemas, restaurants, fast foods and car trips. He treated her like the little princess she was, always providing the best for her whenever he could and had the opportunity. In his free days, especially.

She was so sweet and energetic, and König wanted to keep that side of her at all costs. It wasn't easy at first, for him to be a single dad, dealing with a girl. He was scared to raise her alone, but he continued hoping to find the perfect woman that could be there for him, approved by Ella, too.

Ella was glad her dad wanted to be the best for her, that he treated her like a princess and wanted to save the queen treatment for his future girlfriend. She admired her daddy a lot, and was so proud of his job. At school, on father's day, she was always putting so much effort into memorizing poems for him, and doing little gifts for him, too. König kept every single one of her heartfelt gifts into his room, close to his heart.

He also kept a photo of Ella inside the front pocket of his military gear, close to his heart, so that way Ella was with him when he was out for his missions.

Ella grew to be the most important little woman for König, and he managed to find enough time for her, combining it perfectly with his duties.

One day, he surprised her by picking her up at school. He just got off from work, and was still wearing his full gear.

Many moms were outside the school, waiting for their own children. Meanwhile, though, he was getting a little too much attention while waiting for Ella to get out of school. Which made him feel a bit… awkward.

“My goodness, he’s so tall!” one mom whispered to another. “And look at those muscles!”

“He’s handsome!” another joined the chat. “Oh, to be his wife…”

König could hear them even though they tried to be subtle about it. They weren’t. Mothers left and right, eager to know more about that tall and muscular soldier. Craving to know his name, his age, his relationship status, and more.

He wasn’t wearing his hood, either, and he felt naked without it. His nerves were tense, his anxiety growing by the minute. He’s suffered a lot, struggling with anxiety throughout his life. The military has helped him a lot, since he would lash out and free himself from it, especially when he was in the field. But in situations like this, he struggled to keep it together and calm the hell down.

And his anxiety rose when one of those predator mommies, a younger one, approached him, «Are you waiting for your kid?» she asked, a hint of flirt in her voice.

«My daughter, yes.» he replied, looking down before his eyes returned on the school gates. The woman was very pretty, König couldn’t contain his subtle blush. He felt like an idiot. Was he making a fool out of himself? A strong and tall soldier such as himself… blushing due to a conversation?!

«What’s her name?» the young woman asked, taking a step closer to him, noticing his cheeks colored of a light pink.

«Ella.» he simply said. He looked at her now, finally, and with a soft smile on his face. But his voice cracked a little as he asked: «What about you?»

«I’m waiting for my son, Caleb.» she answered, seemingly confident. «I think they’re in the same class, too.»

The flirtatious tone in her voice intrigued König undeniably, causing him to blush more. He looked at the young woman, smiling at her. Maybe… maybe this could be the start of something?

Just then, their kids got out from school and ran toward them.

And Ella was crying.

König didn’t waste any time to run toward his daughter, despite it was supposed to be a surprise. He ruined it, but he hated seeing his daughter crying.

As soon as she saw him, Ella jumped into his embrace, holding him tightly while crying on his dad’s shoulder. Now, of happiness.

Usually, when her daddy wasn’t home, she stayed with her grandma. But it was nothing like when she was with König. He brought out her brightest smile, and she was able to bring the best out of him.

«Ella, mein Schatz (my love/honey)…» König whispered, kissing her cheek and picking her up in his arms. «Why are you crying?»

Ella wiped her tears when he picked her up, trying to stop herself from crying. «Ein Junge warf einen Ball nach mir und er traf mich im Gesicht (A boy threw a ball at me and hit me in the face ? )!» she said, pointing at the bruise forming on her forehead.

«Oh, my princess…» König whispered, kissing the bruised spot while caressing her hair. «Wer war das? (Who was it?)»

Ella pointed at a little boy running toward her mom. And her mom was the young lady he was talking to earlier. No need to say that König never spoke to that woman again, after their discussion because of his son’s bad manners, since he didn’t want to apologize to Ella.

No one could treat his little princess like that. He didn’t allow it.

As the day passed and dinner was served and eaten, Ella and Jasmine were creating such a strong bond, and the little girl grew to like Jasmine more and more. She liked her a lot, and she always thought Jas looked extremely pretty, and her personality made her even prettier. She wasn't very tall, but that didn't matter. She was young, around 23 years old, and Ella aspired to be as pretty as her when she'd grow up.

Knowing that Ella saw her as an example filled Jasmine's heart with pride for herself and adoration for that little angel. She's never really seen herself as someone a child would aspire to be like... but now that Ella told her «I want to be as pretty as you when I grow up!», her heart melted.

«You're the prettiest girl ever already, Ella!» Jasmine kissed the top of her head, smiling warmly.

«Daddy always tells me that, too.» Ella giggled, her smile contagious.

«Because it's true.» Jasmine said, continuing to braid Ella's long and blonde hair like she asked her to.

There was some silence after that, as Jasmine kept braiding Ella's hair and she watched a cartoon on the TV. And then, the little girl broke that silence with a sudden question: «Do you think daddy will come home soon?»

Jasmine wasn’t prepared to hear such a question. Nor did she know how to respond. She took a deep breath, finished braiding Ella’s hair and turned the little girl to face her. «Of course he’ll come home soon, Ella. I bet he can’t wait to see his pretty princess again.»

She tried to reassure her with a warm and gentle smile, taking her small hands in hers. Ella looked down at her feet, then into Jasmine’s eyes again. «What if he’s in danger?»

Jasmine’s brows knitted into a more sad expression. It must be horrible for Ella, she thought, caring so much for her father and not knowing if he’s okay for days, weeks even, sometimes.

She sighed, hugging Ella tightly, caressing her braided hair gently. «Don’t think negatively, Ella. Your dad is a strong and fearless man, and I’m sure he isn’t in danger at all. He knows how to defend himself, especially when he thinks of you.»

Jasmine’s words had an impact on Ella, causing her eyes to fill with tears as she thought of her picture in the front pocket of König’s vest. She loved him, and the feeling was ten times stronger from König.

Jasmine hugged Ella even tighter and she slowly calmed down, relaxing into Jasmine’s hug. She found confort in her gentle embrace, finding the way she stroke her hair very relaxing.

And just like that, after several minutes, the little girl slowly fell asleep in Jasmine’s arms. She smiled at the realization, kissing the top of her head and picking her up to put her in bed.

She made sure Ella was sleeping peacefully in her purple bed, before turning the lights off and closing the door to her bedroom.

Jas then returned to the living room, turning the tv off and cleaning up a bit. After that, she remembered that König told her he was going to be away for two days, and that Jasmine was allowed to sleep in his bedroom. It was still quite strange to her, but she walked quietly toward König’s empty bedroom, and looked around: he had a king-size bed, a large tv and a big window, that overlooked the city: a nice view, especially that starry night. Photos of him and Ella were placed on his nightstand and some of the shelves, along with some gifts handcrafted by her: father’s day poems and letters, photo frames made by Ella, cute origamis and other cute things all over.

She smiled at the sight, but sighed, feeling guilty of sleeping in his room. Still, his bed looked quite comfortable…

Jasmine decided to change into something a bit more comfortable, and opened his closet, grabbing one of his oversized t-shirts and wearing it. She felt a bit guilty about it, too, but as soon as she smelled his intense scent on the shirt, she closed her eyes and imagined him putting it on.

After she changed into it, Jasmine laid on his giant bed, smelling his cologne on his sheets and pillows. Again, the fragrance of him invaded her nostrils, her mind, her thoughts… and all she could think about was how it would feel like to sleep by his side in that enormous bed of his.

All she could think about was how his arms, his muscular and strong arms would feel like tightly placed around her waist, holding her close to himself as he inhaled her scent, kissed her neck…

All she could think about was how it would feel like to properly spend a night with him. She’s never seen König without a shirt, but if he had to imagine it… his broad shoulders would’ve been just a taste of his toned chest and defined abs, as well as his strong and muscular back, well defined and large. She fantasized about him having a happy trail, and how his V lines would led her to… things she wasn’t supposed to think about!

Oh, Jasmine… little did she know her dreams and fantasies would eventually turn into reality…

~ smninthisworldd ; please do not copy.

[uwudonoodle]

Am I the only writer who doesn't like to listen to music while writing? It seems like everyone else has a collection of playlists to write to. It's weird, because practically every other minute of my life I've got headphones on to listen to something, but not while writing. Maybe it's because I'm a singer, so any song with lyrics I'm tempted to sing along, which is the ultimate distraction. I thought the solution would be classical music. I have a lot of movie and video game soundtracks, but even those are distracting to me.

Music is just so emotionally specific, and if the vibes don't match the scene I'm writing, it throws me off. I feel like I'd spend half my time finding just the right song, then I'd get sick of it because I'm not a fast writer. I also don't really want my favorite songs to become associated with moments of frustrating writer's block forever more. I prefer total silence, but have sometimes settled for white noise videos like "wind in the trees" or "afternoon rainstorm" to drown out more annoying sounds like construction next door. I've thought of getting some really good ear plugs to ensure silence no matter where I am.

Are there any other writers out there who crave pure silence while you're working?

[demigodsanswer]

TUAP Sally showing Annabeth the baby photos in Chapter 12 but flip flop from Sally’s POV!

[ask game]

Sure, Sally had seen Percy in love before. He'd always seemed like a good, caring partner, despite not growing up with an example of a healthy relationship. But Sally could tell Annabeth was something different. She was the real deal. Percy had been attentive and devoted to her since before he'd first brought her to their apartment. Based on the heart eyes he'd been giving her all night, and the few kisses she'd caught them exchanging, she was willing to bet it was official now.

And about time.

Her baby was staying in New York, he was a principal dancer, and he had a girlfriend Sally really, really loved. Not that she hadn't loved the other ones, but Annabeth fit in with the rest of the family, and she lit up Estelle's world almost as much as she lit up Percy's.

So, of course, it was time to embarrass Percy just a little.

"Since you two are official now, does this mean I can show her your baby pictures?" Sally asked.

"I'm pretty sure moms only do that in movies," Percy said, his ears red.

"Oh, but I would love to see them," Annabeth said with a smile. Sally never really understood what was so embarrassing about baby pictures anyway. It was just Percy when he was small and squishy. He was an extra cute baby.

Estelle took off like a rocket to find the family photo albums from Percy's first few years, while Sally plucked a frame off the mantle.

It was one of her favorite pictures of Percy. He was smiling so wide, on stage with thirty other kids who had placed in the top spots in the competition. He was really starting to believe in himself then, and his grades had been steadily improving. He was getting into fewer fights. Ballet was really changing his life.

For Sally, it reminded her of when their lives had started to change for the better. There were a few more Gabe weeks ahead of them, sure, but it wouldn't be long before that part of her life was over in a splash.

She had another copy of the photo, but she'd just cut out Percy and his wide smile to keep in her wallet behind her license. The framed one had all the other kids in it, but she never really paid much attention to them.

"This one isn't too embarrassing," she said. "It's Percy after one of his first major competitions."

"Oh my god!" Annabeth said, taking the frame from her and studying the photo.

"Well, that seems like a bit of an over-reaction from my perspective," Percy said, his face beat red. Sally had to agree.

"No, it's just that --" Annabeth looked up at Percy, and then Sally, then back to the photo. She pointed to Percy. "Is that you?"

Percy nodded. "Why?"

Annabeth's finger moved across the glass to the girl in the middle who'd won first place. The little girl's face was so familiar Sally couldn't believe she'd never noticed.

"Percy, that's me," she said.

"Oh my god," Sally said, looking at the photo more closely. She felt Hestia beside her doing the same thing. "It really is."

Sally stared at the photo, her eyes darting back and forth between the two kids who were now grown up Principal dancers in front of her, as Percy leaned in and kissed her.

Well what do you know? She mused fondly. They really are just meant to be.

Later that night, after Percy and Annabeth headed out, and Stella was put to bed, Sally dug through her nightstand. In the back was a small, vintage ring box. Her uncle had sold almost everything when he'd gotten sick, and what little Sally had throughout her twenties, she'd sold to keep her and Percy afloat when Gabe wouldn't. But she never had the heart to part with her mother's ring.

Sally had a dream of offering it to Percy if he met the right person. Right now, she just needed to make sure it was still there, that it hadn't been sold in some time of financial need. It was a simple gold band with a round diamond in the middle, but the setting around the base that held the diamond looked vaguely like a rose. It would be perfect for ...

"What'cha got there?" Paul asked, stepping out of the bathroom. Sally turned around, ring in hand. "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes," he said, climbing over the bed, and kissing her. "Where did that come from?" He asked.

"It was my mothers," she said. "I hope to give it to Percy one day, if he finds someone he wants to marry. I just wanted to make sure it was still there."

Paul smiled knowingly. "Seems like they've only been dating for a few hours, should we get ahead of ourselves?" He asked.

"I'm trying not to," Sally said. "But I have a good feeling about her."

[ape-apocalypse]

Road To The Kingdom - Rise Of The Planet Of The Apes Film

I remember seeing the trailers for Rise of the Planet of the Apes, shaking my head at yet another remake of a long-ago franchise. In 2011, we were hearing rumors of a new Spider-Man coming to replace Tobey Maguire and now I was looking at Harry, son of the Green Goblin, becoming a scientist and creating a drug to make apes smarter. On the other hand, Andy Serkis was getting a main role, more screen time than Gollum in Lord of the Rings, where I adored him and was eager to see him again. I was going in with some hesitation but decided to just turn my brain off for a summer action movie. 

I was surprised with how much I enjoyed Rise. Many fans seem to put this as their least favorite of the reboot trilogy. I can understand why; it doesn't have nearly as much action as Dawn or War and runs at a slower pace. But what it did have was fantastic character building in Caesar, which is needed in this trilogy. I would not be as engaged with these movies if I didn't love Caesar. Seeing him start as a little baby with his human family living a carefree youth, and then grow into a mature ape questioning his place in the world really filled out his character. He could have easily just been a random lab chimp who got smarter but I think the slow-build really fleshes him out. You empathize with him when he protects James Franco's father to the point of biting a neighbor. The human world completely turns on him and Caesar is forced to realize his true nature as an ape. 

Andy Serkis is truly allowed to shine in this role. Gollum was fun and had the two different sides to play with but there is such a powerful subtlety to this performance. Though Caesar can sign, it's mostly not translated into subtitles; only in two conversations with Maurice does the audience get a translation. The majority of the film and Caesar's story is carried out entirely through his expressions, gestures, and body language. Look at the tall confident walk he has when directing Rocket to give cookies to the other apes. The heartbreak I felt as Caesar's expression falls when his human family says he can't go home. The wordless fury when Buck the gorilla sacrifices himself on the bridge to bring down the helicopter and save the escaping apes. Even when the story can get bogged down a bit in the constant science explanations, I immediately perk up when the focus switches back to Caesar and can soak in the incredible performance of Andy Serkis.

Rise is much less action filled than its sequel films because it has to cover a lot as set up for the apocalypse to come. That set up is good, but again the science is a lot and can be a bore. However I think the pay off works. The horror of a simple graphic of the Earth, where one line splits and becomes many more, spreading across the planet, was very effective for me. I've heard people who didn't like that the apocalypse that destroys the human race is done in the credits, that it feels more like an afterthought. But for me, I think it was a powerful hook. Halfway through watching the film for the first time, I'd forgotten that this was Rise of the PLANET of the Apes. So I was excited for Caesar and his apes to escape, just happy that they'd gotten their freedom. Then the sick pilot and the spreading sickness animation hit me like a ton of bricks like "Oh shit, I forgot the humans have to die for the ape world to happen!" This probably didn't happen for everyone, especially those familiar with the original movies, but I liked the ending, undercutting the triumph of the apes with the doom of humanity.

Other than Will and his father Charles, the rest of the human cast is mostly forgettable, servicing the story where needed. Tom Felton of Harry Potter fame is a bit fun in his over-the-top hatred of the apes. When he gets to say the iconic "get your stinking paws off me, you damn dirty ape", my movie theater laughed at how forced the line felt, which I'm sure was not the intention. The weirdness of the line was swallowed up by the excitement of Caesar speaking for the first time and leading the apes out of the shelter, but I still remember the laughter of the audience when rewatching this movie. 

Overall, I think it's a great start to the series. Not the most exciting of the films, definitely dragged down by a lot of science exposition and unremarkable human characters, but a good intro to the world, setting up the apocalypse and making you root for a bunch of apes over the humans. You probably could jump directly into Dawn and War if you wanted, just knowing that humanity was wiped out by an illness that made apes smarter and Caesar is the leader, but I think getting to know Caesar makes it worth a watch before the more exciting films.

(Note that this is the only movie in this trilogy that does not have a novelization, likely because it was the first film and they didn't know how well the trilogy would do. It's a shame because I would have loved to read the thoughts of Caesar finding his place among both humans and apes.)

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