#but lmk realistically takes very little from the actual book

[a-gaime]

Every time I see bull red son an angel (me) loses it's wings (gets mildly annoyed)

[quidfree]

Hi first off I wanted to say I fucking love your writing, you've seriously got a beautiful style and you seem to understand tsh characters so damn well it's crazy. Second I have four very important questions for you if you wouldn't mind

1. in your mind/ in your tsh fics does francis have long/longish hair? I know it said in the book he has a short mop of hair or whatever but I really don't like that so in my mind he grew it out after Hampden or something.

2. in sober ii when Richard says " I haven't- since you" before Francis kisses him does he mean he hasn't fucked since Francis committed or he hasn't been with a man since francis in college? this doesn't actually matter but I'm curious

3. this is a bit more broad but I wanted to know what you thought about the Theo's three big romantic relationships in tgf (kitsey, Pippa, Boris)

4. have you read the little friend? did you like it? coz everyone seems to hate it but it was the first Donna tartt I read and I had me completely hooked for weeks. I literally re read it constantly and when I finished I would just start it over. I especially liked the dynamics with the ratliff family and ended up feeling kind of attached to Danny even if he obviously wasn't a great person. (I didn't like the amount of slurs she used in it though but that's a whole other topic)

sorry this is very long but I'd like to hear your thoughts on this

well first off thank you very much. i love when characters feel true to the source material. and i love questions like these, whether fic based or otherwise!

francis to me doesn't have a shoulder length mane or whatever (he's too conservative for that) but i also agree he wouldn't just have short hair like the other guys. i see him w a sort of bob-length situation- long enough to tuck behind the ears and such. i saw a rich guy in a paris gay bar once who was extremely over-dressed w a suit jacket hanging like a cape over his shoulders complaining to his friends about the venue and he looked exactly like what i picture francis as but unfortunately i can't airdrop my memory of this man to anyone so you'll just have to take my word for it.

richard's just saying he's never been w another guy. which i can't imagine he would have been. he's lucky francis has a long history of sleeping w straight guys bc honestly...

oh that is a big one. i think id need to do a separate post it so lmk if you want it. in the meantime more on the characters themselves... kitsey to me is an undersung hero like i love the character so much. she's so interesting and deeply fucked up. in her own mercenary way she is being so much realer w theo than he gives her credit for bc she sees thru the act of normalcy he is clinging to, as an expert actress herself. pippa i also think is great altho i actually have less of a sense of who she is than w kitsey due to the tartt protagonist dehumanize-woman-ray at work; i really like the layers of her relationship to theo and the way we the audience can glimpse at her reality beneath it, her discomfort and her charm. like she does love him and they are brothersistersouls and she is actually fucked in ways that theo is without knowing it and sometimes not, but she is also like white-knuckling a shot at being Okay and trying from a safe distance to get theo in that kind of uncomfortable space too. and then boris obviously is the easy fan favourite bc there's just so much to him. he's deeply charismatic yes but he's also really interesting. in many ways he's a lot more grown up and realistic than theo, at every age, but he's still self-destructive, just more outwards than inwards, and i think while his lack of introspection saves him theo's inner agonies it also shuts him off to some level of profound codependent connection which he and theo r always tight-rope walking over.

have not read it, didn't know everyone hated it. i tend to have too long a to-read list to read multiple works by the same author in any kind of reasonable timeframe.

hope these thoughts were of interest.

[leejungchans]

impossible : l.c

༉‧₊˚✧ for my 1k event !

requested by anon : may i ask forrrr a dino fluff drabble about buying furniture after moving in together (gn!reader plzz) ouo thanksss♡♡♡

a/n: hi anon!!! tysm for your request and i’m really sorry ab the long wait 😭💔 i hope you enjoy this and again tysm for your req and patience <33

word count | 0.5k

pairing | lee chan (svt) x gn!reader

genre | fluff, established relationship au

warning(s) / includes | kissing (please lmk if i missed anything!)

note | hi,,,,,,,,it’s been a while since i last posted an actual piece of writing,,,,,,v v sorry ab that 💔 hit a wall of writer’s block but i hope to be a little more consistent <33 pls don’t forget ab me /hj

“Baby, look how nice this is!”

As university students on a budget, most of the furniture that’d soon end up in your new apartment would either be thrifted or bought second-hand, realistically speaking. However, a trip to IKEA is almost customary during the moving-in process, even if you walk out with more frozen bags of meatballs and fake plants than actual furniture.

Your eyes roam over the showroom your boyfriend of two years just tugged you into. While the walls are a simple shade of cream, the mint green couch and patterned cushions add a nice pop of colour. You’ve always preferred a homey look over something too sleek or monochromatic.

“It is nice,” you agree, letting Chan pull you down with him to sit on the couch, his fingers interlaced with your own as his thumb traces patterns on your skin, “it feels very cosy.”

“And look at this bookshelf, it’s huge! We can put a ton of books here!”

“Chan,” you laugh, “I don’t think the two of us collectively own more than ten books.”

His bottom lip juts out as he pouts at you, reminding you all too much of a sad puppy that just got scolded for being too energetic. You want to kiss him. “I don’t think we’re that bad! We have the cookbook we bought together, and the novel Wonwoo got me for my birthday, and we have a few from home…”

His voice trails off in uncertainty, and after a beat of silence he speaks again, “Nevermind, you’re probably right, and our living room is definitely not this big.”

Your hand slips out of his to pat his knee, and you smile at him reassuringly. “It’s okay, this is just our first one. We’ll have room for something like this in our next place, or the one after that.” It might seem a little too early to think so far ahead when you haven’t even officially moved into your first apartment together, but you know your future is with Chan, and that’s really all that matters.

Besides, you enjoy the warm, fuzzy feeling you get every time you think about reaching more of these little life milestones with him.

Beaming at your words, he leans his head on your shoulder with a hum. “That sounds nice,” he murmurs, voice wistful, “we’ll work our way up.”

“We’ll work our way up,” you echo, your hand finding his again. “Together.”

There’s a twinkle in his eyes when he pulls away to look at you, nothing but pure adoration swirling in his irises as his gaze flits down to your lips. You meet him halfway, closing the distance between you for what you think will be a sweet peck, but your heart quite nearly leaps out of your chest when he wraps an arm around you to hold you close. His tongue swipes across your lower lip.

“Chan! We’re in public!” you hiss, pulling back as your cheeks prickle with heat.

He blinks innocently, fighting the grin that’s making its way onto his face. “What? I can’t kiss you in public now?”

Stop pouting at me, that’s not fair. “Y-You can, but not like that…”

“Like what?”

You hop off the couch with a huff. “You’re impossible.”

It only takes him less than three seconds to catch up to you. “Impossibly charming, you meant,” Chan corrects, reaching down to hold your hand.

Well, he’s not wrong.

a/n: i love my loser 😞

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[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

How much do you know about astrology? I'm a Libra (even though I don't act like one) and Elvis was a Capricorn. How would our relationship work if he needed a Cancer and Taurus in his life?

this got so much longer than i was expecting 😳

and tbh i'm not an expert by any means im just fairly knowledgeable about some specific signs because of my loved ones. hopefully this makes /some/ sense and isn't too confusing or too much information lmfao

SO i've done some research + read a book about astrology and my biggest takeaway from the whole thing is that there's really no such thing as compatibility. those online test things don't really mean anything because we're too nuanced for that.

we have signs which rule all of our houses and planets and those influence how we control and express things like anger, creativity, love, etc. so each sign brings something that another sign needs. i believe that people of any two signs can be compatible you just need to figure out how to take advantage of each others' strengths + work through any differences.

some signs are more similar while others are more different. it can be harder for signs with opposing positions on the zodiac calendar (which is a big circle lol) because their instincts for handling different situations might be in opposition BUT depending on where their other signs are, it can change how they might respond. like for ex. i'm an aquarius sun which means im hesitant to share my emotions but bc i have a capricorn moon, that softens me up and allows me to be a little warmer than if i had an aquarius moon.

but when i say elvis needed a cancer and a taurus, i'm mostly saying that he could benefit from their best qualities like cancers are known for being very attentive and caring while tauruses are known for being very grounded, practical and realistic. so i think elvis could have benefited from those qualities more than some other zodiac's strengths. like he probably wouldnt benefit from me being kinda aloof lmao

in terms of libra specifically, they're represented by the scales so in theory, they are more focused on balance, finding purpose in others and in companionship. they're also usually pretty easy going which are all qualities i think elvis would appreciate and benefit from as well!

capricorns are usually people who need emotional connection and loyalty in their relationships so depending on your sign those things may come more or less naturally to you, but like i mentioned compatibility isn't really real because it depends both on how all of your signs interact with each other + whether or not you actually follow those instincts haha cause while it's your instinct, it isn't necessarily your action so that's what i mean by some signs have to work harder to be compatible.

anyway, having the zodiacs are helpful when pairing because it gives me a general idea of what qualities the person might have + i like to explain how a pairing might work between two signs!! i just tend to see certain signs as more compatible overall than others which is when i usually point them out :)

hopefully this wasn't total oversharing on my part i didnt realize how long it was until i got going 💀 but if you have any questions lmk and i can do my best to answer them! also if i'm wrong about any of this lmk lolol

[person8789]

Adventures through Twisted Wonderland Book 5- A Beautiful Tyrant

Part 10/?

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We really at part 10 before chapter 20 in the book… wow. This is gonna a long series isn’t it lmao

✨Of course 100/10 for you, Cater✨🎉

Also congrats Roomba (thanks autocorrect) Rook this is the only segment you’re not getting a red flag

Also also Vil I’ve already said today that I would square up with a tsum tsum and I can square up with you too let’s go right now

Also also also side note Cater why oh why did you think actively seeking out a place where you’re going to be judged, by Vil of all people, would be a good idea for your mental health?

*clears throat again* ok and moving on I’m not entire sure how to judge vocaloid but it does sound nice and adorable so 10/10

Next is Kalim he definitely seems to have a more theatrical/nasally kind of voice, very nice 10/10.

Literally angels. So amazing. Very beautiful. Very so 50/10.

Ok I know he doesn’t like to be called cute or adorable but this is very of both. Even though it’s not perfect, you can tell he’s been trying and working at improving, which despite what Vil is about to say, is the goal of practicing vocal technique. 10/10 for work effort 9/10 for actual performance.

Ah- this is the line I was talking about. Let’s unpack this a little:

Vil, as a performer who did theatre when you were little, you should know that what you just said is a complete load of shit. No preformer is at their best during a performance. Or, at least, it’s very rare. Due to several reasons, most of which attribute back to performance day anxieties, a performer is most likely to do their best at some point during their rehearsals. More than likely in the sweet spot that is after their familiar with their music but still a good amount of time before their actual performance since that anxiety wouldn’t have set it yet. That anxiety seems to be what’s effecting Epel in this audition, the fact that you’ve heard him preform “flawlessly” in rehearsal should definitely mean something. It shows that he’s comfortable, familiar and good with his music, and that he’s fit for the part you’ve forced him to fill. You say he’s preformed flawlessly, that means you’ve seen the potential he has, this isn’t potential that’s taken away because he doesn’t always preform perfectly- that kind of thinking is just not realistic. Hell, the fact that Epel basically started from the bottom (people keep bringing up how much he’s improved- I can only assume he probably doesn’t have much natural talent,) and got to a point where he could preform, in your own words, flawlessly in rehearsals should mean more than anything else, since you seem to value that above all else, no?

Also Vil very interesting of you to force Epel into taking the auditions knowing full well you’re going to pick him no matter how he actually does on his preformance.

Also also this screenshot may or may not come back in a later part of the book ☺️🤡

Hehe, yes, he has. The only thing me and Rook can seem to agree on lmao. Speaking of which, I haven’t been judging most of these guys seriously, mainly just Epel- lmk if you’re interested in these guys being seriously judged by me. These two admittedly are like two completely opposite ends of the spectrum when it comes to judging- neither are particularly helpful 😅

Haha what. This is definitely going to be…. Interesting to deal with on hard mode lmao.

Um anyways though I might’ve went off on Vil a little… oops. That’s it for this part though.

[dreadpoetssociety]

Fevers Don’t Exist

TW: Fever ? (I’m not sure what counts for triggers so pls lmk if I miss anything)

Prompt: hi!! could u do one maybe where like, the reader is an actress on supernatural and she plays like their younger sister on the show or something and she gets sick at a con or something? Thanks !!

NOTE: Hey guys, I’m alive!!!! I know I have a lot of Spencer prompts atm, but it’s really hard to write them when I’m not like, hyper focused on Criminal Minds. I am going to try though! So sorry I’ve left so many of you in the wind, I am a very inconsistent person, my bad. But here’s this! It’s REALLY bad because I’m terrible at being realistic but like idk it’s something.

I really don’t even know what to put for tags on this. 

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Ah, September. You knew what came along every September, and looked forward to it for the first eight months of every year. Secaucus, New Jersey. You loved every con you went to, truly. Everyone was so nice, you love staying in hotels, panels are such a great time, the whole thing. It's a great experience outside of the set to get connected with fans. And, they loved you almost as much as you loved them. You were typically closer in age, since you were still just a teenager. You also started out as a fan of the show before somehow snatching a role, so you really were with them at one point. Everything that excites them excited you just as much. And, you loved making friends with them. You weren't allowed to be reckless with your phone number, so you made a snapchat that you shared exclusively with con goers, whom you made swear to secrecy. It was like a club, and you just enjoyed genuinely talking to everyone. But, when you woke up that first morning, you knew it was going to be a long day. Your body ached, and you were still pretty exhausted. You had a fever, but didn't really know if it was a fever because you were still young, and God forbid you ever decided to recognize the signs of you being sick. It was almost like a form of denial, not knowing. You were sweating, but freezing, and your throat felt particularly dry. Your headache rested underneath your eyes for the most part, to which you just blamed on being tired. Your stomach didn't hurt, but you definitely weren't hungry. Even though you hadn't felt exactly 100% the past days before, and you obviously weren't feeling right now, you just deduced that it was all because you were tired, and had a late flight in. As a responsible person does, of course. You didn't even bother taking any medicine for it, because hey, you obviously weren't sick, you'd feel better in a bit, and you didn't have any, so why waste the time, right? 

You groggily got dressed and met up with "the boys" (even though they were all older than you) for the free breakfast downstairs, in a separate room, since fans did happen to stay in the same hotel. You grabbed some Cheerios, only to conspicuously throw them away after. 

"You good, Y/N?" Jared asked out loud, gaining the attention of Jensen, Misha, and Alex. You could feel their eyes burning through your skin. Or, maybe that was the fever. It had to be their eyes, you convinced yourself, you didn't have a fever. You were fine. 

"Yeah, why?" you asked, faking the perk in your voice and confused eyes. Your eyes felt really heavy, you noticed. 

"You just... You look exhausted. And pale." he said, "And you threw away that cereal without eating any of it." 

You looked down at yourself as an effect for what you were about to say, "Wow, well that's one way to make me self-conscious. I thought I looked kind of poppin'." you laughed slightly, trying to play it off. 

"W-wait, no that's- that's not what I meant! You look fine, I just-" he was embarrassed. You and the others chuckled.

"I'm kidding. I'm all good, just went to bed late, y'know?" you smiled. It was hard to try and mask the rasp in your voice, and doing so made you feel the need to cough, so you downed some water until it dialed down a bit. He nodded. In your mind, you blessed your acting skills, thinking you got away with it. What you didn't know was that Misha, Jensen, and Jared, as fathers do, knew every trick in the book, and each noted to keep an eye on you. Not to mention, they'd been acting far longer than you had, and could just tell when one switches into a character. They all figured that if you weren't sick now, you would be in days to come, and exchanged glances with each other, while Alex innocently continued to chew on his toast. 

"Well, if you're tired, I don't think you have a panel or anything for another hour or something, maybe you could catch up on some sleep then." Jared suggested. You shrugged.

"Nah," you said, "I've got photo-ops in like, twenty minutes. I should actually probably get going. I'll catch up later!" 

You left with a wave, and disappeared into the hotel somewhere. You stopped in your room, allowing yourself finally to set free the coughs living in the back of your throat. You blamed it on your throat being dry since you didn't drink enough water. Not on germs. So, you grabbed two water bottles from the small fridge in your room, and left, making your way towards the convention center.

  You felt slightly better during photo-ops, which just confirmed in your mind that it was impossible that you were sick right now. You smiled and talked to everyone. There was one girl, who introduced herself as Meredith, who stuck out in your mind. She gave you this super cool hand painted keychain, which you very excitedly put on your keys instantly.

"Dude, I've been looking for a cool keychain. Not just one of those janky ones you find at like 7-11, like a cool one. This is so exciting." you smiled genuinely. You had just recently bought yourself a car, and thought that your keys looked a little lonely, and searched for hours on Etsy for something to spice it up a bit. A weird obsession, thinking about it now.

She laughed, "I'm glad you like it!"

"Hell, yeah! Now, are there any poses you wanna do? Or do you just want to hit that casual look? I could make it look like I'm meeting you." you stupidly rambled. One of your traits that was so widely known was how funny and awkward (in a good way) that you were. It took you a long time to get to that point, though, because you were always anxious about meeting others. You still are every now and then, but it's different here. 

"I was just hoping to get a hug." she said, "If that's okay with you." 

"Yeah, that's cool!" you wrapped your arms around each other and shot the camera a grin. The girl looked a bit confused. 

"Hey," she said, quietly, "are you like, okay? You feel really hot."

Nervously, you replied, "Oh, no, yeah totally fine. I'm just wearing two layers, and it's getting spicy in here."

"Yeah," she answered, "don't push yourself, okay?"

"I won't, thank you. It was really nice meeting you!" 

"You, too! Thanks!" she waved goodbye and you moved on to the last few people in line. She was right, though. You realized that you felt worse than you did when you walked in. You thought it had gone away for a while, but now it was just amplified. You noticed you were cold again, but that you were sweating as well. It must've just been the temperature in the room. These conventions aren't always able to keep a steady temp in the entire building, right?

This day, you didn't have much to do. Most of your events were on the other days to come. You had one panel in a few hours, and then a panel with Jared, Jensen, and Misha a few hours after that, and then bam, the day was over. You just had to get through those two events. Just two. 

Two, events. And both were an hour. So, two hours out of the day. Rookie work. Yet, as your panel approached, the headache had expanded from under your eyes to anywhere that there was space to hurt, your throat ached and so did your lungs from how much you were going off somewhere to cough in privacy, your body felt heavy, you couldn't tell if you were hot or cold at this point it was some weird combination of both, your stomach hurt just slightly, the world was moving around you a bit more than it usually would, and the fever you "didn't" have had climbed a degree, probably two. And, at some point during the day, you got pretty congested. You felt like you could just fall asleep at any moment. Jared and Jensen happened to be walking by where you had been waiting by yourself, away from any congoers or employees, and noticed that even though you were leaning against a wall, you somehow were still swaying.

"Y/N?" Jensen called out, worried. You heard him, you knew you were supposed to respond, but didn't know how. Maybe you did have a fever, and maybe you sort of let it out of control. It was like you were comprehending them, but not at the same time. You heard everything, but it just swept right through your feverish mind. The walked in front of you and examined you within seconds. You felt Jared's cold, really abnormally large man hand sweep your hair back and land on your forehead. 

"J, she's burning up." you felt another hand on your face. You, quite exhaustedly, swatted it away. They couldn't figure out how it'd gotten so bad so quickly. You were sick this morning, but not to this degree. They knew then that you had just shrugged it off all day, and your teenage fever brain probably didn't even think to take any kind of medicine or anything for it, even if you were trying to hide it.

"I'm good. Just tired. Fevers don’t exist." you finally mumbled, taking a few deep breathes, which you hadn't really been able to do in a bit without being rudely interrupted by a bone-shaking cough. It felt nice, almost. The boys sighed at you and shook their heads. 

"Y/N, you should go back to your room and get some rest. We can bring you some stuff that'll help." Jared suggested. You shook your head and opened your eyes, which somehow felt even heavier.

"Nah," you said to them, "I've got a panel, I think, in like, I ‘dunno, some minutes or something. Something I-" you pushed yourself off the wall to try and make your way somewhere, but stumbled a step or two, which result in Jensen and Jared instinctively to grab you in order to keep you steady.

"Like hell we're letting you go to that, Y/N, you can't even form a sentence, or stand for that matter. You're out of your mind. We're going to bring you back now, we'll take care of your panel thing." Jensen stated pretty sternly. You were about to fight back, and they could see it, but you coughed a few times, and they could almost feel it in their own chests. You just nodded in defeat.

"Yeah, maybe I could just like, sleep, for an hour or two." you whispered, tiredly. The two were still holding you steady, and could see you already falling asleep before even going anywhere. 

"Or six, by the looks of it." Jared joked lightly.

"Poor kid." Jensen said to Jared as the were walking out of your room. They helped you get there, and you were gone before you even saw the bed, "Why do they always have to pretend like they aren't sick? Look where it gets them."

"Don't know, man. You can't talk, though. You literally tell people you are immune to illness." Jared laughed quietly, shutting you door.

"Well I am. I am the perfect example of health. I don't get sick." 

"Yeah," Jared rolled his eyes, "Right. Watch you catch what Y/N has. You practically carried her all the way here. There's no way you're escaping it." Walking towards the center, the back way of course, Jensen scoffed, "Please, germs take one look at me and know not to mess this up. And, by the logic, that means you're already infected, too. So, tell me, princess, what sort of soup do you want spoon-fed?" 

Again, Jared rolled his eyes, and the two laughed. They weren't making fun of you, they were making fun of each other, and knew that you would've wanted in on that action.

"Y/N probably would've destroyed us if she heard that. Something along the longs of 'You want me to tuck you in? Carry you bridal style?'" Jared pitched his voice a tone higher for it. Again, the two men laughed.

They made their way backstage of what's supposed yo be your panel, and informed the crew about what was going on. They were just going to fill in for you, probably tell a few embarrassing stories.

When they made their way through the curtain, the crowd shouted. They were obviously excited to see the two leads, but also were obviously confused. "Alright, you're probably confused." Jensen stated the obvious, "Because obviously, we look nothing like Y/N, and thank God she does not look like us." The crowd laughed.

"Anyway, Y/N can't make it today. She's really sick-" the crowd cut Jared off with a unison "awe." People yelled out that they hoped she felt better, tell her to take care of herself, and so on.

"Yeah, poor kid looked like she was just going to fall asleep right where she was standing. She literally tried to come anyway, like, kid, you're making no sense. Y/N couldn't really fight against us, though, so she's sleeping now." Jensen explained, "So we came here to chat in her stead, but just know she really was planning on coming. That kid loves you guys." and again, the "awe" rolled through the crowd. 

"If she wasn't sick, she could totally kick both your-" the last word was cut off, but was implied anyway, someone screamed from the crowd, which resulted in laughter.

"Yeah, probably. Even if we were stronger than her," sarcastically, of course, "she'd still beat us. Kid's too fast, and I'm too old." Jared laughed.

In the last ten minutes of the panel, Jared decided to give you call. Not only to check in on you, but so you could at least say hi to your crowd. When you heard the phone ring, you groggily opened your eyes and aimlessly reached for it.

"Hello?" you answered. Jared almost frowned at how sick you sounded, even with just one word.

"Y/N?" Jensen stepped in, "It's Jensen."

"Unfortunate." you sighed exhaustedly. It was joke, a really tired one, but still enough to make the crowd laugh.

"We're here at your panel, we thought you might want to say hi." Jared said loudly, holding the speaker of his phone to the microphone. 

"Panel?" you asked. Panel? What panel? Your delirious mind was clearly confused, "Who's that?" 

"Y/N, the con. The convention panel?" Jensen actually sounded worried. They probably should've thought to give you some sort of medicine to do something about the fever you had before they'd left.

"Oh," you closed your eyes again, almost falling asleep, before remembering finally what it was they meant, and after a moment, "Oh! Crap, the panel thing, I'm late."

"No, Y/N, stay there, we've got it covered remember? You can't come. You can say hi to them, though." Jensen interjected quickly.

"Okay, hi guys." you just followed as told.

The crowd responded with a series of hello's. 

"'M really sorry. I hope they aren't boring you." the two men could practically hear you closing your eyes. The crowd responded in inaudible chatter. Jensen and Jared walked from the mic for a second.

"Sorry if we woke you, kid." Jared apologized, having just realized they probably could've left you alone, "W also just wanted to check in. See how you're doing."

"How are you feeling?" Jensen asked, but got a mumbled word in response, "Alright, well, just go back to sleep, we'll be up there soon." 

Jared hung up the phone, and the two began to answer the last few questions and close up. They waved their goodbyes to the crowd, and started heading back your way.

"Jensen, you got any over the counters with you? Thermometers or anything? All I've got is Advil, and I don't even know what's really bothering her yet other than that cough and being tired."

"Yup. Danneel always makes me carry literally an entire medicine cabinet, just for these moments. I'll go get 'em and meet you there. It'd probably do her some good to eat something, too. I don't know if she's got like, a stomach virus thing going on, though." Jensen answered.

"I'll see what she'll say and let you know." 

The two parted ways, and Jared made his way to you. Even though he'd only talked to you just a few minutes before, you were dead to the world by the time he opened the door. The room was boiling, and Jared looked over to the thermostat to see that you'd at some point put it on to 90 degrees. 

"Jesus, Y/N, I know you've got a fever, but damn." he said, more so to himself than to you. He looked over at you after turning it down to see you curled beneath what looked like any blanket you could find. He came over and started removing the blankets slowly, and shook you gently to wake you up.

"Y/N, wake up for a minute, it's Jared."

"'Mm." was all you said, until you realized your layers of warmth had been moved, "What're doing? It's cold."

"Y/N, you're dripping in sweat. It's the fever making you cold."

"I don't have a fever." you retorted, "I'm good. Just tired."

"Kid, you've been tired the whole day. You've been sleeping this whole time." he tried rationalizing.

"I have?" you questioned, closing you eyes again. Jared put his hand to your forehead again. Somehow, it was warmer than the first time he'd done it before the panel. It was then that Jensen finally appeared, a whole bag of things in hand, "Could you bring the thermometer over?"

"Yeah, gotcha." He walked over and rummaged through the bag at the same time, pulling out a thermometer.

"Y/N, we need to take your temperature." Jensen said.

"No need." you said, "'M not sick."

"You are so obviously sick, I'm not asking." again with that stern voice. Jared gave him a "Hey, she's sick, back off a little" sort of look, but it had worked, and you let them take your temp. They were almost shocked when the thing beeped at 103.

"Should we take her to a hospital? That's way too high." Jared asked. 

"If it gets any higher, yes, but let's see if we can bring it down first." Jensen replied.

"No hospitals." you demanded, opening your eyes and glaring at them. 

"We aren't bringing you yet, Y/N, but I need you to eat this so you can take some meds." he held out two pieces of toast that he must've brought from his room. You hated toast even when you weren't sick.

"I'm not really hungry." 

"I know, but it'll help. You haven't told us what's bothering you yet, either." Jared responded.

"Nothing's-" you coughed a few times, a bit violently, "bothering me." "We can see that." Jensen said sarcastically.

"Everything's bothering me." you whispered, giving up.

"Your stomach hurt?" Jensen asked. You waved your hand from side to side to signal a so-so, "Think you'll get sick at all?"

"No, it's not like that, I don't think." you breathed out, another cough escaping you. You took a few bites out of the toast. It made you uncomfortable, but it was then that you realized you probably felt that way since you really hadn't eaten much that day or the one before, which probably contributed to the splitting headache. It didn't go away after, either though. You pushed yourself up. You almost fell over, but Jared put a hand out for you.

"Alright, good. Take this. I'm going to be frank, it tastes disgusting." Jensen handed over a small cup of liquid, "Sometimes, if you take it like a shot, it helps. But you shouldn't know how to take shots, but if you do it, I won't judge." And so you did, causing the two to chuckle slightly at you. 

"You were right, about the sleep thing." you slumped back onto the bed heavily, like a brick.

"When am I ever wrong?" Jensen asked, "Don't answer that, actually."

But you were already sleeping again, and the boys decided to stay nearby for now. The next panel wasn't for another few hours anyway, and they just didn't want you to be alone. Also, incase you were wrong about the toast, and it decided to make its return. Jared's phone began to ring loudly, to which he very quickly tried to answer so his obnoxious ringtone wouldn't wake you up again, not that you wouldn't have just fallen back asleep anyway.

"Misha? Hey, what's up?" Jared answered. Jensen walked over to hear what was going on on the other side of the line, but Jared just decided to put it on speaker.

"Where are you guys? I haven't seen you all day. Felicia, Alex, and I are going out for lunch, we were wondering if you guys want to come. I tried calling Y/N, but she didn't answer, so." he rambled.

"That's because Y/N's not feeling well." Jensen said, giving him a solution to his predicament of not being answered, "We're with her right now, so we'll have to pass."

"She's sick? Is she okay?" 

"Yeah, I think so. She's just got this crazy fever we've been trying to bring down. Thinking about it now, Jensen, we should probably check it again." 

"A fever?"

"It's been at 103 degrees for like, two hours. At least for what we know of. She's probably had one all day, but as a dumb teenager does, she just tried to ignore it." 

"If it goes up you should-"

"Yeah, we know," Jared said, "we're trying really hard to avoid that, though. Also, she'll definitely fight against it, I don't know." 

Jensen, from the other side of the room at the sound of a beeping thermometer, could be heard on Misha's end, "It went down, finally. 102.2."

"Thank God, I was getting worried."

"Should I come there? Do you guys need any help?" Misha asked.

"I mean you can, but I think we're good. She's just been trying to sleep it off the whole time, so not much is really going on." Jensen was closer to the phone now, "Like, she's got this cough, a headache, and you can hear how congested she sounds, but mostly I think she's just exhausted. I honestly don't know how because she's just been sleeping for hours."

"Fatigue."

"Yeah, poor kid. I don't think I've ever seen her so tired, it almost makes me tired to be honest." Jensen joked.

"Maybe you're just getting sick." Jared slipped in.

"Not possible. I am immune."

"Nobody is immune, Jensen." Misha sighed.

"I'm not nobody." he shrugged. 

"Alright, well, we're going to get lunch then. If you need anything let me know, and tell her I hope she feels better." Misha concludes.

"We will, thanks Misha." and with that, Jared hung up. For a few more hours, the two hung around. They were there when you woke from some fever dreams, and when you needed a cough drop, or twelve, and wake you up every now and then to check your temperature, which raised and dropped and raised and dropped, but currently was at a very steady 102.4. But, soon enough, it was time for them to leave for the last panel of the day, and unsurprisingly, you tried to follow suit.

"Y/N, we gotta go, but we'll be back in about an hour from the panel." Jared said. You took a deep breath and sluggishly pushed yourself to the side of the bed. Having been sick, and not having sat up in a few hours, the blood rushed from your head, leaving you dizzy.

"What're you doing?" Jensen asked.

"The panel. I missed the last one I should go to this one. I feel okay." you yawned, then coughed slightly.

"Y/N, really, you shouldn't even think about pushing it like that." Jared said. Jensen walked over to you, half on the bed, clearly trying to steady yourself just from the movement of sitting up. The spinning room honestly almost made the toast make a reprise, and you hiccupped, and held your breath.

"Hey," Jensen grabbed a can quickly, noticing, "are you going to be sick?"

Giving it a minute, it went away, and you shook you head no, causing a huge tension to leave the room.

"Alright, well, remember how you said I was right all the time earlier?" Jensen pun the can down.

"No, must've been the fever." you half joked, causing Jared to laugh. 

"Alright- well- okay, shut up. We agreed I'm always right, and that I was right about needing sleep, so I say you need some more." Jensen demanded rather than suggested. 

"Yeah, or at least lay around and do nothing. I can't imagine ever sleeping as much as you just did." Jared joked, pushing you very gently back down, with his hand on your back, knowing you would just hit the bed without it. Your eyes were heavy again, and your throat was painfully dry, and you coughed. Your aching head also agreed with the two of them to your dismay.

"Maybe just a bit more." you mumbled, "A few minutes."

"Yeah a few minutes, sure." Jared smiled, knowing you were probably going to knock out for a few hours once again. You opened your eyes again.

"You think," you coughed, "that they'll be mad?

"Who?" Jensen asked.

Feeling pretty sick, you said, "That I don't go? I don’t feel really good."

Ah, the fever comes to play once again, it seems, but the two felt some sort of triumph now that you've at least admitted to being sick, even if it's been hours. It concerned them, though, if you felt bad enough to admit it.

"No, they'll be fine about it. We'll be back soon. Misha or Alex might come in to check on you, alright?" Jared answered, to which you nodded.

They weren't gone long. You spent half the next day sleeping, too, until you could stand without swaying. You did sneak back to the con, against Jensen and Jared's orders, since you really didn't break that fever and cough for a few more days, only to be caught after a tweet of you at the con was trending and the cast caught wind of it. But, eventually, you were better, and got the chance to help Jared take care of an "always immune" Jensen. And he was more stubborn than you were.

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madchen replied to your post “Let's say Griffith was kinda aware of his feelings. What kind of...”

omg the razing falconia one... these are all so good especially the fact that griffith would have cliche dubcon fantasies about enemy warlord guts fucking him. like he wants it but he wants guts to take it from him so he doesn’t have to make that choice, and irl guts would never do anything like that to griffith which is why it’s so good. and griffith would try so hard to not bring emotions into it but he’s def finished once while accidentally imagining guts telling him “i love you”- and it fucked him up good afterwards. doooo you have any thoughts on like flip side guts fantasies involving griffith? like canon, post eclipse, au where they get together, any spin really? i think guts is way more like, sweet and vanilla in his imagination than griffith (tho griffith is vanilla too just more active imagination) + idol more basic? but man…he’s just so canonically focused on griffs physical beauty and says some romantic ass shit it’s gotta be saccharine and ridiculous sometimes griffith def fantasizes about like, calling guts to his tent and complimenting him on being an Excellent Soldier or whatever and “rewards” him via a blowjob. or like corny gay porn scenario where griffith makes that “wow what a big sword i wouldn’t be able to handle it” comment he makes in the ovas that leads to like griffith jerking him off of w/e

God like I wish I had the ability to start and then finish a fic because I feel like Guts and Griffith’s fantasies about each other would make a great series of character studies lmao. Like Griffith coming when he accidentally thinks about Guts telling him he loves him and then being out of sorts all day, that’s solid stuff right there.

Also ngl that “it’s an amazing sword, I could never wield it” line (which is also in the manga actually, tho the ova adds a suggestive sword movement so credit where it’s due) is such a perfect cliche porn intro, it would be tragic if it never featured in either of their fantasies.

As for Guts’ fantasies... during the Golden Age honestly I don’t think his fantasies would’ve ever got further than imagining leaning in and brushing Griffith’s hair back during the staircase Zodd conversation, or something like that. Coming back from his dream journey, meeting Griffith again as his equal, embracing him in a manly fashion, aaaaaand then his mind trails off and he gets moody and scowly for no apparent reason. It’s really hard for me to imagine him as self aware about wanting to fuck Griffith back then.

Tho maybe in the very early days he’d think about it, yk not long after he asked Griffith if he was gay, offered sex as stakes for the duel, and got all “commander Griffith, are you trying to seduce me” before the naked waterfight. But I don’t think he’d make the connection between wondering about it and wanting it at that point. And I feel like once he started considering Griffith his friend those thoughts would mostly fade. And if the question of sex with Griffith popped into his head again later on it would be with a bit of exasperation and bemusement, rather than any longing (that he’s aware of). So less a fantasy and more of an occasionally recurring stray thought that he doesn’t want to consider too closely.

He would’ve started thinking about sex as a real option, at least one he could’ve/should’ve pursued in the past, about 20 minutes after realizing he shouldn’t’ve left at the end of chapter 71, but then the Eclipse happened and he had other things to think about lol.

But I think Guts definitely, like honestly very nearly canonically as far as I’m concerned, started fantasizing about him properly after NGriff’s resurrection.

Like you’re gonna look at this page and tell me Guts did not jerk it while picturing this that very night?

Please. Let’s be reasonable here.

Throw in the Beast of Darkness’ taunts about Guts dreaming about Griffith and longing for him and Guts’ urge to get “closer and closer to Griffith” through a sexual act, and I consider this reading a pretty easy sell lol.

Anyway at this point Guts’ fantasies about Griffith would be a wildly confusing and painful mashup of regret and longing for the past and just replaying moments with Griffith in his head imagining actually going for it and kissing Griffith and having sex with him and never ruining anyone’s life, and like dark and violent fantasies about NeoGriffith. Like lbr here we already saw eroguro shit with Casca thanks to the Beast of Darkness, that style of dark is a shoe-in.

To get more detailed wrt the former, at this point I feel like Guts is aware that Griffith loved him. It’s not something he often wants to think about because it makes him sad and confused, but he knows it. A dude doesn’t destroy his own life and spend a year in a torture chamber after you leave him just because you’re his bff. He knows that there’s a good chance if he kissed Griffith back then, Griffith would’ve wanted it and everything else Guts could give him.

Guts would imagine kissing him during a night of like victory celebrations or w/e and having tender emotional sex in one of their dark tents. He’d imagine kissing him and sucking him off against a tree after the ‘do you think i’m cruel’ conversation to demonstrate exactly how he sees Griffith. He’d imagine bending Griffith over the desk in his study, lying together with him as Griffith reads one of his books, bathing together and getting playful in the water, fighting back to back and fucking after emerging victorious, Griffith saving his life and then kissing him passionately in a thank-god-you’re-alive way. Griffith lying on top of him, leaning down to kiss him with his hair falling around Guts’ head like a curtain. Griffith telling him about Gennon and telling Guts how good and unlike him or any other monster he is.

Not realistic but yk emotionally true, maybe strolling right up the Promrose Hall steps and kissing Griffith in front of Charlotte to directly and smugly challenge his speech, leaving him dazed and needy and staring at him like he’s the only thing in the world. Guts would imagine that focused gaze a lot in hindsight, after missing its significance at the time.

Ooh and Guts would have a few fantasies of Griffith watching him and jerking off to him. Like he’d fantasize about Griffith fantasizing about him. “I found someone I really wanted to have look at me,” come on. He wants to be wanted so bad.

Oh and speaking of that, a lot of his dark present-day fantasies would involve forcing NGriff to look at him and acknowledge him. And like, that could easily veer into sad angst too, imagining seeing glimpses of his Griffith through NGriff’s mask while he’s fucking him and/or stabbing a sword through him or whatever else, that kind of thing.

Liiiiike Guts is a giant mess at this point of the story, it’s perfect for cramming in all this wildly emotional stuff lol. He’s having a bad time psychologically and this mix of tenderness and regret and painful emotional truths and neediness and loneliness and rage and violence and hatred and love, man, it could all manifest through this longing for Griffith.

Oh and finally in like, say an AU where they got together during the Golden Age and lived happily ever after, a lot of the human Griffith fantasies would still apply like yk Guts getting off to Griffith getting off to him, life-saving, fighting together, etc.

But I think Guts in that situation would also have some possessive fantasies as well, especially if he’s feeling a little neglected while Griffith pursues his dream. Leaving mild marks and bruises so Griffith thinks about him throughout the day, fantasizing about teasing him so he’s uncomfortably turned on before a meeting with nobles or something, maybe more out there, unrealistic fantasies like having the ability to touch him from a distance or being invisible and (consensually imo) caressing him while he’s socializing at a ball until Griffith’s poker face breaks (but no humilliation kink, that wouldn’t be Guts’ style, the fantasy would just end at that point imo), yk that kind of thing.

Also if he hasn’t heard the Promrose Hall speech, after a while of having regular sex with Griffith I think he’d probably be somewhat into the idea of v mild d/s with Griffith giving orders. More praise kink than anything, like Griffith telling him exactly how he wants to be fucked or blown in a moderately commanding way, and Guts doing it and Griffith being very vocal in his appreciation, telling him how good he is. I feel like I just described a sex scenario more than a fantasy, but yk Guts could imagine it for a while before doing it, and I feel like Griffith would actually not be into that so it might stay a fantasy.

And he’d fantasize about Griffith fucking him for a while before he got the nerve to ask him to.

Ok that’s all I got for now, ty for asking and giving me the opportunity to write another giant post about griffguts sexual fantasies lol. lmk if you have any more thoughts on this!

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rules: answer these 85 statements and tag as many people as you like

thank you @meizworld​ for tagging me in this! it kept me occupied and distracted from being emo about bangtan :’)

the last…

1. drink: starbucks venti iced caramel macchiato w. extra caramel 2. phone call: my brother 3. text message: “i shouldn’t have done this” followed by a link to jaebum’s asmr which i foolishly watched again 4. song you listened to: tomorrow, today // jjp are you surpised though 5. time you cried: this morning while watching tae read his letter for jimin 6. time you dated someone twice: never... 7. time you kissed someone and regretted it: hasn’t happened... 8. time you were cheated on: i will sob into eternity if this ever happens to me 9. time you lost someone special: i’ve been lucky to say never to this 10. time you were depressed: last night because i really just miss my little cousin but she’s coming back in 5 days!!!!! 11. time you got drunk and threw up: i’m a responsible human being but check back when my semester starts up again lol

favorite colors...

12. purple 13. gold 14. green in the last year have you…

15: made new friends: yes i’m blessed 16. fallen out of love: never fell in love unless you count kim taehyung so... 17: laughed until you cried: very often  18. found out someone was talking about you: oh hell yeah i was peeved 19. met someone who changed you: doesn’t everyone you meet change you? aka yes 20. found out who your friends are: still learning, but yes 21. kissed someone on your facebook list: nope general... 22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life? i’m one of those people who only friend people i actually like and am friends with irl so all of them 23. do you have any pets? no :(  24. do you want to change your name? my name is wonderful so i’ll pass 25. what did you do for your last birthday? i ate my weight in sushi 26. what time did you wake up? 7:30 27. what were you doing at midnight last night? watching grey’s anatomy 28. name something you can’t wait for: moving back in to my dorm tbh 29. when was the last time you saw your mum? like 5 minutes ago rip q.30 is gone... 31. what are you listening to right now? burn it up // wanna one 32. have you ever talked to a person named Tom? yes i have 33. something that is getting on your nerves: shitty people (racists, homophobes, intolerant people basically, insensitive people like saesangs or people who think offensive jokes are funny... etc. i could go on tbh), also that sound of scratching along your bed sheets i actually want to die and idk why 34. most visited website: this damn one (and google drive) 35. hair color: black 36. long of short hair? long 37. do you have a crush on someone? not irl  38. what do you like about yourself? i love taking care of people (mostly children) and i’m good at it  39. piercings? two lobe piercings, one helix on my left ear, and a nose piercing 40. blood-type: B+ 41. nickname: Kav, Kavs, Kayak 42. relationship status: single 43. zodiac: leo 44. pronouns: she/her/hers  45. favorite tv show: FRIENDS 46. tattoos: i want one but not sure of the design yet also i change my mind like every couple months 47. right or left handed: left 48. surgery: i have a retinal hole (basically, a hole in the back of my eye) so i got that fixed with laser surgery when i was 9...also wisdom tooth surgery 49. piercings: *repeat of q.39* 50. sport: crying over bts (crying burns ~1.3 calories/minute) 51. holiday: take me to italy and i’ll be happy forever 52. pair of trainers: i love all my shoes alike you can’t make me choose between my children

more general...

53. eating: nothing right now... 54. drinking: green tea 55. i’m about to: watch more grey’s anatomy 56. waiting for: hixtape 57. want: hixtape 58. get married: hopefully in a bunch of years from now lol where my man at though lmk 59. career: currently in school for business management, concentrated in human resources but i highkey want to become a book editor...... 60. hugs or kisses: both, obviously 61. lips or eyes: eyes 62. shorter or taller: tall  63. older or younger: older 64. nice arms of nice stomach: arms 65. hook up or relationship: relationship 66. troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant but i wish i wasn’t so much so 67. kissed a stranger: never have but check again in like a year 68. drank hard liquor: even though diamonds are a girl’s best friend, i can’t afford diamonds so vodka it is aka yes 69. lost glasses/contact lenses: nope 70. turned someone down: oh god yes i ghosted him all summer and then decided that was a dick move so i texted him the DAY BEFORE SENIOR YEAR STARTED and told him i didn’t like him  71. sex on the first date: if i’m interested in a real relationship, i wouldn’t do this but otherwise who cares / i haven’t personally done this  72. broken someone’s heart: unless the clingy dude referred to in q.70 was heartbroken, i don’t think so  73. had your heart broken: i cry every night that i can’t be kim taehyung’s god i’m so dramatic but anyway, my answer, not really? 74. been arrested: no i’d probably cry if i did 75. cried when someone died: i cry when other people cry so yes  76. fallen for a friend: ...............👀 yeah...............

do you believe in…

77. yourself: when it’s realistic to?  78. miracles: eh, call me a skeptic 79: love at first sight: not for everyone, but then again ‘love’ is a different experience for everyone as well 80. santa claus: lol no 81. kiss on the first date: go for it my dude follow your heart 82. angels: okay but have you seen these seven boys known collectively as  bangtan? cause then you’d know my answer (yes but not the white white winged pure creatures they’re stereotypically known to be) other...

83. current best friend’s name: the only person that explicitly calls me their best friend is my four year old cousin so...... (idk i just have a couple of close friends) 84. eye color: brown 85. favorite movie: The Sound of Music or Dil To Pagal Hai