#???? two love anons in one day WHAT DID I DOO

[layzeal]

ahhh im so happy I found you !! youre really sweet and nice and funny !! I hope its okay to come back and talk to you about about mdzs and anything or even ask questions if I need help understanding something ~ also im super excited to read your fic !! I saw it on twt and immediately bookmarked !!

?????? YOU'RE REALLY SWEET TOO HELLO??? 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 thabk you anon!!!! please feel free to come and talk and ask questions, i literally Cannot shut up about mdzs and i'm glad to see more people who love it 💞❤️💕💞❤️💗💞💕❤️ you're so kind im hhhh

#???? two love anons in one day WHAT DID I DOO #y'all are very sweet mwah mwah!

[broke-on-books]

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The live action Scooby-Doo movies?

I did not see this ask until RIGHT now (first time on desktop since crab day, second time since Nov 5 2020 [which was DOUBLY experience since I got my phone taken the same day]) so I'm going to assume this ask got eaten on mobile because tumblr, HOWEVER you poked a bear with this ask anon (as I'm sure you knew when asking) SO without further ado: my Scooby Doo live action opinions

So when you say 'live action Scooby-Doo movies' I'm assuming you're talking about the James Gunn films, starting with Scooby-Doo (2002) followed by Scooby-Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed, just due to like, generally popularity and also the fact that I have actually seen those films. However shoot another ask if you wanted me to include Curse of the Lake Monster in this (because I will if anyone cares and turn this into a live-action scooby dissertation, i'd just need to like. watch the movie first) But anyways where I'm going with this is that this post is about the Gunn movies aka the ones with SMG, Freddie Prinze Jr., Linda Cardellini, and ofc our #1 man, Matthew Lilliard.

Okay so my take on these movies is... complicated. I wouldn't say it's as complicated as my feelings towards SDMI, because I watched the live actions way less as a kid and generally care less about them, but still no matter how much shit I throw at these two movies there are parts that I generally like (even love) that stops me from totally condemning them wholesale. Like the fact that these movies are FUNNY! There's so many moments from this duology that are just beyond iconic "like, that's one of my favorite names!" the whole thing with Scooby in the dress at the airport, ET. CETERA (like I can go on!)

The Gunn movies are genuinely SO fun and I can 100% see and understand how they've stood so well in the public view as a representation of Scooby. HOWEVER, this is where you start to see my problems with them. For the general American, (because that is the audience I'm familiar with) ESPECIALLY millennials and younger, who happen to make up the majority of both people on this site AND people I talk about Scooby with in real life, these movies, and the elements they introduced as "quintessential scooby tropes" are the base of their understanding of the Scooby franchise, along with likely some miscellaneous WAY episodes and maybe SDMI.

Which is where I get pissed off. In the pushing of the narrative of "breaking away" from the Scooby norm, Gunn basically invents (aka totally makes up) an idea of what classic era Scooby was like, cementing an idea of classic Scooby into the public mind that is totally disingenuous and just straight up false. For example, in attempting to portray Daphne as having taken strides to be seen more seriously in solving mysteries and defending herself, it pushes the narrative that in the classic era she WASN'T taken seriously, and only existed as a damsel-in-distress prop of a character, which is just not true??? Like yes, Daphne is clumsy, that's a part of her character, and her friends (because, fun fact, the gang ARE friends) joke about it sometimes because that's what friends DO. Framing that in some kind of sexist "that's all she does" lens is just total bull, especially as gang members fall into secret passageways/get lost etc. in WAY ALL THE DAMN TIME because that's how the plot functions! Like are we calling Velma ditzy for losing her glasses every other episode? Of course not, and Fred falls into passageways all the time, not to MENTION Shaggy and Scooby and all they get up to. Also one last thing on the topic of Daphne, like this idea of her mystery solving skills not being respected by the gang is just so supremely bullshit it amazes me sometimes, especially when she was the LEADER (or leader adjacent) through pretty much all of her appearances in the 1980s [Not that James Gunn could look at '80s era Scooby without spitting on it, but I digress]

AND THIS IS JUST DAPHNE! Like the perceptions pushed towards Fred (and Velma, but mostly Fred) through these movies are just as bad! Like okay, with Fred---In these movies Fred is just an asshole. I hate Gunn Movies!Fred. I mean yeah he can be funny but it's almost always so mean! Almost nothing makes me madder than a mean Fred by the way. If he's putting other gang members down (even halfway, like with his whole "dorky chicks like you turn me on too" line, which... ew) then to me something has gone very, very, VERY, wrong in your basic understanding of Frederick Herman Jones as a character. Like he's the cheerleader! He puts himself in between his friends and danger! He loves nets, and traps, and Elvis impressions, and wrestling, and the trapeze, and cars, and most of all he LOVES sharing the things he loves with his friends! (Sometimes to a bit of an extreme. No one wants to hear about your net facts, Fred) And the live action movies just don't understand that at all. And I know there's maybe something to say I suppose in that some of those aspects of his characterization hadn't been "established yet" by the time "Scooby-Doo" came out in 2002. But it's there if you look. For Fred Jones, being the leader means being the caretaker, (he's the Mom friend what can I say) and any version where he's cruel and arrogant and just DOESN'T CARE about his friends in the way he's shown to in the Gunn movies is just so far from Fred to me it's not even funny. And what makes it even worse for me is that this (or at least something similar) is the idea of Fred that has really spread to the popular culture. Just the "leader", the jock that makes the rules, the one that [insert X adaptation here] finally gave a personality and made interesting (something that has been said more times than I can count for pretty much every gang member, save Shaggy and Scooby).

And I haven't even touched on Velma, and how they gave her a bit of a early 2000s smart superiority girl complex against Daphne, plus the whole makeover thing and etc. etc. The Gunn Movies are pretty much what would happen if you took someone who hadn't seen Scooby since they were 7 years old (and honestly had a pretty negative outlook against it then) and tried to "fix" it, only his memory was so bad he just made up problems (and threw in a good helping of early 2000s style sexism with it) convincing pretty much the entirety of the popular culture that said problems exist and that Gunn was absolutely brilliant for fixing them (and then bringing up said "problems" whenever anyone wants to talk about Scooby) and this entire rant has been without even fucking MENTIONING what is probably the reason you, anonymous tumblr user sent this ask in the first place, to I, Swishy "Scrappy Doo Redemption Arc" Broke-on-books (dot tumblr dot com), which is his HIGHLY SUCESSFUL and utterly sadistic character assassination of my number one man, Scrappy Doo.

And I am going to try my damnedest here not to get totally into my highly passionate opinions over what James Gunn did to Scrappy in the first of his Scooby movies and how thoroughly it has pissed me the fuck off because I have been writing this post for over an hour now and if we start to really get into my feelings on this topic it will certainly be a couple of hours more but like. That Fucking Bitch. I give James Gunn personally a solid eighty-five percent of the blame for making my life as a Scrappy Doo fan UTTERLY unbearable with this stupid fucking movie alone, and just his Scrappy crimes would honestly be enough for me to say that I hate this movie, not even considering the numerous Scooby crimes I've been talking about here for the past million paragraphs, but the part about this movie that makes me the MOST mad the most pissed off is that it's actually a good fucking movie. James Gunn wrote two hilarious and entertaining movies that have become beloved in the popular culture for their successes in that arena, while at the same time pissing all over the core themes and messages of the franchise of which it was based, that of friendship.

TLDR; The Live Action Scooby Doo movies (written by James Gunn) are highly entertaining and fun pieces of media to watch, and are widely loved by the general public and looked at with fondness and nostalgia because of that. However, as a hardcore Scooby Doo fan (writing that phrase sounds so ridiculous but oh well) the existence of these movies and their impact on the popular culture can be extremely frustrating (despite any personal nostalgia said fan may have) due to their spreading of a misinformed picture of what "typical Scooby Doo" looks like. This picture is especially frustrating due to the fabrication or exaggeration of problems present in classic Scooby (such as sexism in regards to the girls), as well as giving more ammunition to other problems in Scooby fandom (such as oversexualization, and sexualization in general, which no one wants to see in regards to their children's cartoons, like HONESTLY.) Discussions of sexism and sexualization in Scooby (both of which ARE present and are issues, although not at their worst in WAY) can often lead to an overlooking of the issues that are very present and clear in WAY and have continued since then with far too little resistance (I'm 100% talking about the racism here) HOWEVER that topic deserves at least a dozen posts of its own that I am no way informed or qualified enough to even begin to think about writing. The Gunn Movies are frustrating to many longtime Scooby fans because of these reasons, but for me, and fellow Scrappy Doo fans there is also the added aspect of the demonization of Scrappy Doo in the live action movies and the affects that has had on the popular culture as well, making it uniquely inhospitable to like or enjoy the character of Scrappy. End post.

#that last sentence is such a weird tone jump btw but its because the topic flowed one way and i had to jump it back to a summary to actually #finish this monster of a post #SO anon i hope you're happy with this and this makes my opinion make some more sense. and you or anyone else is more than welcome to ask me #questions about anything i said here or my opinion on any and everything scooby related (and not) so if theres a specific aspect of this yo #would like expanded on i can definitely 100% do that for you or anyone who cares #also there are many complexities towards my feelings on these movies that i didnt get to hit on despite the monstrous size of this rant (il #check word count later but im not gonna fuck with it now because im terrified of deleting this post by accident) one of which is my lasting #fondness towards all of the actors in this movie. YES including freddie prinze jr. i may have major issues with his fred but hes also playe #characters i really really like. for example hes the va in this tv show i LOVE and havent watched in like 10 months despite the fact im on #the last season because freddie's character dies in like 7 episodes and i am NOT AT ALL emotionally prepared for that on any level because #that is my fictional father goddamnit!!!!! #also every buffy the vampire slayer gifset that crosses my dash gets me closer and closer to watching it because oh my god daphne!!!!! that #sarah michelle gellar thats daphne oh my god!!!! also i went and saw guardians of the galaxy 3 with my friend (despite not having seen a #marvel movie in 2+ years AND holding a grudge over james gunn's scooby doo crimes)[the things you do for {platonic} love amirite?] #and the title sequence SAID linda cardellini was in it and i got SO excited i was looking everywhere for her it was like wheres waldo in th #discount movie theatre FOR REAL and i just could NOT for the life of me find her (turns out she was VAing the ferret) so in a way linda mad #me cry with that role. whatever. istg i get so off topic i forget what i was even talking about but ANYWAYS <<<1 of my fave english words b #dubs (my favorite spanish word is el amanacer btw. it means sunrise. also burbujas because its bubbles and saying it sounds like bubbles #popping) BUT. AS I WAS SAYING. SEND ME ASKS IF YOU WANT SCOOBY DOO OPINIONS. DEAR GOD I GET SCATTERBRAINED SOMETIMES. #scooby doo #answered #anonymous #blah

[indieninja92]

Hello again! This is the anon that was asking about all-caps. Buckle in because it is a TALE. (One that ended up being about 800 words. You have been warned)

So. It’s four years ago. I just picked up Good Omens in a bookstore, since the authors sounded vaguely familiar and I needed something to read. I binge it in about two to three days.

YOINK we’re fast forwarding and it is now TWENTY-TWENTY-THREE and FATHERS DAY oh boy this sure is gonna be interesting (said while putting on a very stylish hazmat suit) WAIT! Lo! Behold! Lo and behold! On thee website of Tumblr, what doth mine eyes see, reblogged by one of the people I follow? A message! (Spoiler: it’s the father’s day post you did over at monstrous agonies/monstrous productions) And now! I am having ~feelings~ NEW BLOG TO CHECK OUT WAHOOOOOOOO

“Ah, this blog seems themed,” I contemplate, looking upon the tastefully spooky art that’s been reblogged. “Oh, a new episode? This is most mysterious. OHHHHH it’s a PODCAST BLOG okay yeah that makes a lot more sense now” (puts down the salt and garlic) “whoop-de-doo time to listen to this cool little podcast! Yippee!” SIKE it’s FEELINGS time BUCKAROO (still not over “there is no amount of normal you can become that will wash the river from your skin. You're soaked the bone, my dear.” By the way) Oh no it’s almost over! Oh yay I’m not all the way through yet so there’s still more to listen to! (Insert fiber crafting while listening to Monstrous Agonies montage here)

(In the opposite corner of the circle I lurk in on Tumblr) wow, those sure are some really pretty gifs! It’s from the TV adaptation of that book I read? That’s nice, good for them :) oh wait there are. More. Pretty gifs. That’s intriguing. (This continues on and on and on until okay, fine, guess I’m watching the gay demon/angel show. If I must.)

DAVID TENNANT AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

*rereads books. It’s really quite good*

Oh wow I guess I’m in a new fandom now :)

(back in MA land) Aww, I just finished the last episode :( LOOKS LIKE IT’S Q&A TIME :DDDDDDD oh hey, Hero posted something on the Tumblr blog! It’s a reblogged poll about if vampire!prev would kill you or not? And it mentions the creator of Monstrous Agonies? I was wondering if they had a main account! (A moderate amount of clicking through links later) “Queer, quaker, chronic daydreamer” that’s nice, good for them :)

Now. This, my dear reader, is where it gets interesting. You see, I’d started following Good Omens blogs, or at least, blogs that posted a good deal about Good Omens. One of them (fellshish) frequently and enthusiastically shares fic recommendations (they are also an avid reblogger of fanart. In some ways, their blog functions like a community space. It’s quite lovely.) Furthermore, their fic suggestions are typically of a very high quality, and I greatly enjoyed one of their previous recommendations (Slow Show by Mia_Ugly on ao3), so when they. Continuously. Posted about the glory of The Good Omens Grindr Fic (tm), I, of course, had to check it out.

At this point, the question may be raised of who the author of The Good Omens Grindr Fic (tm) is. This would be a very reasonable inquiry. It would not, however, be an inquiry made by me, for once I started reading I was ENRAPTURED. Enthralled. En-another thing that’s really really intense (I’m running out of appropriately accurate adjectives). The only breaks I took from reading it were to bounce around my room and do flappy hands because the banter oh my god the banter “angelic tummy” aaaaaaaaaaa (or sometimes the smut oh my god the smut holy SHIT guess I have a new thing now. I can’t even be mad about it because it’s so good).

Alas, I do need to occasionally sleep, and so one night I knew that I really didn’t have time for another chapter, but wanted to see what the author was up to. So I licked on the “come hang out on Tumblr! :)” link. Wait. Wait. Hold up. I recognize this. “Queer, quaker, chronic daydreamer.” WAIT. WAIT A GOSH DARN DING-DANG DAGNABBIT MINUTE. YOU. YOU. YOU ARE TELLING ME THAT ONE OF MY FAVORITE FICS OF ALL TIME. IS WRITTEN BY. NONE OTHER THAN THE CREATOR OF MY FAVORITE PODCAST WHO IS ALSO THE INTERNET DAD???????? ON TUMBLR DOT COM??????????? (Q&A flashbacks, paraphrased) “What Hero doesn’t want to say is that they’re a very good writer” MY GOOD FRIEND SOHPIE B. THAT IS PUTTING IT LIGHTLY. HELLO????????????????

So that’s the story of how I found out that author of one of my favorite fics is the same person as the creator of my favorite podcast and the internet dad. I am thoroughly delighted and not at all normal about this :))))))))) so, thank you!!! You’re very very cool and a marvelous writer :D

(p.s. I'm so excited for Travelling Light!!!!!!!)

asdkjfhslkdjf this is such a wild ride haha my favourite part is you looking in the author notes to follow the link to get to my tumblr... despite me having the same name here and ao3 😅

anyway, thank you for sharing your excitement, its very sweet! i dont usually make much fanfare on the podcast side of things about my fic writing - not that its a secret or anything, but i feel like if you come to me for cosy affirming monster agony aunt stuff then you might not be in the market for explicit gay pornography 😂 but theres definitely some overlap between the two audiences and im glad you're enjoying being in both camps!

[super-unpredictable98]

Can you do a oneshot of Vicky being jealous of Klaus flirting with a fan?🤧

Klaus' Type | The Umbrella Academy AU

Pairing: Klaus x Vicky (OC - The Eighth Child’ Verse)

Word Count: 1,2 k

Warning: Strong language, a little angst

a/n: Thank you so much for the request, I really hope you like it! Also, don't worry, other anons, I'm working on the next few requests.

(Masterlist)

It was a pretty average day for us. Another gang of bank robbers sent to jail and about twenty minutes of interviews to various channels. Vanya (Viktor, but at the time I didn't know that) and dad observed safely from a distance.

"We did nothing more than our duty, everyone in the city should know: as long as the Umbrella Academy is around, you are all safe," Luther smiled at the camera.

"Okay, Freddie..." I sneered quietly.

"Wait, what would that make us? Shaggy and Scooby-Doo?" Klaus asked with a snort.

"Yeah, I'm obviously Scooby 'cause Shaggy is the-" I nearly said the hot one. I remember having a crush on Shaggy when I was a kid, it kinda stuck with me.

"Stoner?" He nodded knowingly.

"Yeah."

"I bet Scooby never took as many bullets to the chest as you did back there, so..."

"Seance! Die Hard! How do you feel after saving the day once again?" A reporter asked.

"We feel great!" I answered, looking for the right camera to look at. "I think when we work as a team, even without our brother Horror, may he rest in peace, nothing can stop us. Right, Sea-Seance?"

I looked over at where he was, right next to me, but Klaus wasn't there anymore.

"I'm so sorry, my brother is like a puppy sometimes, you blink and he runs away," I laughed nervously. "Excuse me, I should find him and make sure he's okay."

Of course Luther and Allison would be able to distract the press while I looked for my brother (yes, it is very odd to call him that without at least adding slash lover at the end).

I wandered around for a few minutes before I heard his voice, when I turned my head he was leaning back against a wall and chatting with a short perky redhead who seemed to be about our age.

I should've called him right away, but that little voice inside my head wouldn't let me. I just carefully blended into the crowd to listen to the conversation. Before you judge me, I was only sixteen and in love!

"It must be hard to get out of the house with your dad and your siblings always there," the girl said, twisting the ends of her long hair. Could she be any more of a fucking cliche?

"Not really, I get out almost every night actually, but don't tell anyone," Klaus chuckled and I felt my blood starting to boil.

"So if we were to, I don't know, go out... You wouldn't have problems being there on time."

"Hmmm yeah, I guess for a girl as cute as you I can be punctual. Do you smoke? I'm pretty sure I could get some pot, some beer..."

"Yeah, sounds cool. I never expected the Seance to be such a bad boy!" Okay, that made me laugh. Klaus was bad, don't get me wrong, but bad boy is the last way I would describe him.

"Seance isn't, but you can call me Klaus," he drawled, taking off his domino mask.

"Oh my God! You have beautiful eyes! It's a crime to hide them behind that mask!"

"Aw, you're sweet... Danke!"

That was the straw that broke the camel's back and made my loathing for this preppy whore (again, we were kids, I was just really angry) overflow. German? Really? What a sly bastard! He was only allowed to be charming in German for me!

"Seance!" I called, marching towards them.

"Hey, Die Hard! This is my sister Vicky, Vicky this is Erica."

"And you just outed my real name, thanks..." I scoffed. "We were still doing press, you left me alone over there! Hi, Payton," I greeted her last to make sure she knew she was an afterthought.

"Her name is Erica," Klaus whispered.

"Sorry, Payton was the last one. I end up losing count, I'm sorry."

"OMG! Die Hard! Can I call you Vicky?" She squealed. "I'm such a big fan, you two are my favorites."

"First of all, no. Second of all, you clearly like him better than me..." I teased.

I didn't notice at the time, but Klaus (according to himself) had the biggest smirk on his face. He was obviously feeling like the king of the world. Two girls fighting over his attention? Who wouldn't want that?

Payton... or Erica gave him her number and we went home. Needless to say, I was quiet the entire time, I didn't even take my mask off in the car so he wouldn't see my eyes.

We listened to dad's notes on our performance and I went straight to my room. I put on my American Idiot CD and skipped to Boulevard of Broken Dreams. Yeah, I was an extremely dramatic teenager.

"Knock knock," Klaus called through the door.

"Fuck off!"

"Wow, Boulevard of Broken Dreams and telling me to fuck off? No one is safe," he opened the door and leaned against the doorframe.

"What do you want?" I rolled over on the bed to face him.

"My weed, can I get it?"

"Oh yeah of course, for your date..."

Klaus chuckled and closed the door before making his way to my dresser where his hidden stash was.

"So, what happened? You did great today, why are you so grumpy?"

As if he didn't know. He just wanted to hear me say it.

"Nichts," I scoffed.

"Is it just me or you don't really like Erica?"

"It's just you."

"That's a relief... She wants me to teach her German-"

The look I gave him made Klaus burst out laughing, that little shit. He knew exactly what he was doing and I was falling for it.

"When did you become a teenage boy? You're all assholes!" I groaned. "You wanna smoke weed and teach her German? I don't care, just spare me the details."

"You're cute when you get angry, you scrunch up your nose like that," he giggled. "I'm just messing with you, she wasn't my type, too preppy."

"You seemed interested."

"Yeah, I like flirting, it's fun. If I went on dates with everyone I flirt with, I'd be booked for the next one hundred years. I do want my weed cause I thought we could smoke and get some doughnuts later. Would you like that, Schnucki?"

I wanted to smack him, tell him to take a hike and never show up in my room again. He was totally trying to make me jealous! And for what? He didn't even like me (or so I thought at the time).

"I'll think about it," I said instead.

"Don't think too long, I get lonely at night," he whispered before heading to the door. He looked over his shoulder and blew me a kiss. "I thought you knew I'm not that into redheads. I like brunettes better."

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[tellemonstar]

hi chantelle! I did a bit of light snooping and I noticed you've said Beauty and the Beast (1991) is your favourite movie... tell me what you love most about it!! what are some of your other favourite movies?

enjoy the rest of your weekend <3

— psc anon 🐞

I've loved Beauty and the Beast I was a baby - I was 2 when it came out and I apparently wore out my VHS tape I watched it so much. Lol. I guess what I really like about it is that in all versions of the story, not just the Disney one, Belle is smart and doesn't let anyone boss her around either. She takes herself off to the Beast's castle before anyone can stop her when she realises the promise her father made, and then gets to know Beast and finds out that he's not such a bad person, just very lonely because everyone shuns him. There's probably more to it than that, but I like that, after she gets over her initial fear, she decides to make the best of the situation and makes herself a friend (and eventually something more). I have a lot of experience in making the best of my situation, although mine has always be related to my physical health, rather than being trapped in a huge castle with a furry beast.

Other favourite movies... that's a good question. I'm a bit of a romantic a heart, although I am also a realist, but when it comes to escaping reality, give me happy endings any day! I love The Wedding Date with Debra Messing and Dermott Mulroney.

The live-action Scooby Doo has a special place for me because a) it's hilarious, and b) my grandpa and I saw it together at the movies. I like Iron Man, and the first two Meet The Parents films, although I can't say they are my favourites. I also loved Brave and Tangled, and The Little Mermaid to wrap up the Disney/Pixar films. Monster's Inc rates pretty highly too.

The Harry Potter films will always be special (despite the issues with *a person*) because they were literally my entire teenage years and my two best friends in high school and I saw three of them at the movies together, and had discussions about the later ones when we were no longer in high school but 'grown ups'.

Um, this answer got real long, and that's about all I can think of for movies right now.

[ifnotlovepersevering]

More Than Friends (Agnes x Reader)

Request: Agatha x reader based off the song dress by taylor swift (anon)

Summary: You and Agnes confront the tension that’s been building between you two

Warnings: forbidden romance, cheating, marriage to a man, some fluff, kinda angsty :(

A/N: Apologies again for taking forever to get this out. I did change it from Agatha to Agnes so I could nail the whole “housewives in love” kinda thing. I hope you like it 🖤

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Our secret moments in your crowded room,

They’ve got no idea about me and you

You spotted Agnes across the room full of people, having a conversation with one of her guests. You and your husband had just arrived at the dinner party she was throwing to celebrate Ralph’s recent promotion.

As if she felt your gaze on her, her blue eyes drifted away from the person in front of her and landed on yours. You felt your cheeks warm as she traced your figure with her eyes, no doubt admiring the purple dress you’d bought just for tonight. Her gaze ignited that familiar heat in you, making you reminisce on everything that had led to this point.

There is an indentation in the shape of you,

Made your mark on me like a golden tattoo

You and your husband had quickly become friends with Agnes and Ralph after moving in across the street. The four of you had spent a lot of time together; having dinner, going out. You and Agnes quickly became inseparable too, the two of you being known as quite the duo around town.

One day when both of the husbands had gone golfing together, you’d invited Agnes around for drinks by your pool. One thing led to another and soon enough, the two of you were skinny dipping in the backyard, giggling like schoolgirls.

Looking back, you wanted so badly to blame it on the fact that both of you had had too much to drink, but you knew better. You knew that you enjoyed Agnes’s company a little too much, admired her in ways that friends shouldn’t.

So when her hands were all over you, your lips on hers, you didn’t fight it. You didn’t care that it was wrong, what people might think, the fact that you were married. It didn’t matter when being with Agnes felt so right.

All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting,

My hands are shaking from holding back from all this

That had happened nearly two weeks ago. The fire that had ignited between the two of you that day was still there, but neither of you were ready to stoke it further.

There was a mutual, unsaid agreement between the both of you that what’d happen wouldn’t happen again. Couldn’t happen again. No matter how much either of you wanted it to, how desperate you were for each other.

The two of you pretended nothing had happened at all. Even though having her eyes on you was enough to set your skin on fire. Even though you had to pretend that it didn’t pain you to not be able to touch her like that again.

Say my name and everything just stops,

I don’t want you like a best friend

You watched as Agnes excused herself from the conversation and walked over to you. “Harold, Y/N” she smiled, greeting you and your husband. She gave him a quick hug before turning to you. Suddenly, you felt cold liquid hit your chest, making you gasp.

“Oh dear, I’m so sorry Y/N!” Agnes exclaimed. A glass of water, now nearly empty, was in her hand. Before you could respond, the brunette’s arm was around you, ushering you through the throng of guests. “Let’s get you upstairs and clean you up,” she said loudly, more to the room than you.

You walked up the stairs and into the bedroom, where Agnes shut the door behind her. “Spilling a glass of water? And here I thought you were the perfect poised and elegant housewife,” you teased the brunette.

You turned to look at where she was standing, back against the door. Her eyes were closed, head tilted back. You just now noticed that her face looked a little flush, likely from the glasses of champagne that were being handed out downstairs. “Agn-”

“I can’t do this anymore Y/N,” she interrupted, cool blue eyes settling on yours.

You felt your heart start to race. “Do what?” You asked, though you already knew the answer.

“I can’t keep pretending that nothing happened between us,” she said, voice strained. “I can’t keep acting like we’re just best friends when I want so much more,”

Your stomach was twisted into knots, a lump forming in your throat. “Agnes…” you whispered.

“Say you don’t feel the same way,” she said, coming closer to you. You could see the tears in her eyes. “Say it, Y/N,”

You stayed silent, not trusting yourself to speak without crying. “You can’t,” Agnes shook her head. She turned away from you, not wanting you to see her cry. Knowing you made her upset made your heart break.

“Of course I feel the same way,” you burst out. Agnes turned to look at you with watery eyes.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, Agnes, and I hate myself for it.” You lamented. “When I kiss him, when I lay with him at night, I pretend it’s you. These past two weeks have been agony because I know can’t be with you the way I want to.” There were tears streaming down your face now.

Only bought this dress so you could take it off,

Take it off

“Hell, I even bought this dress because of you,” you said, wiping your tears.

Agnes gave you a sad smile. “You did?”

“Purple is your favourite, isn’t it?”

Agnes nodded. “It’s stunning on you. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you when you came in,”

“Yeah, that’s what I was hoping for,” you laughed lightly.

Carve your name into my bedpost,

‘Cause I don’t want you like a best friend

Agnes regarded you for a moment before stepping closer. “Is that all you were hoping for,” she asked, voice low.

Your breath hitched in your throat when her hand came to rest on your waist. The other was placed behind your neck, its fingers wrapping themselves in your hair.

Agnes’s blue eyes drifted to your mouth before meeting your eyes again. “We shouldn’t,” you whispered, but you knew you didn’t mean it.

“I know,” she breathed before her lips connected with yours. The kiss was soft and you found yourself melting into it. You’d replayed that day in the pool so many times in your head but nothing could compare to the actual feeling of being in her arms, completely enveloped in her. You felt the fire in you grow as Agnes deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping into your mouth as her hand began to wander.

You kiss my face and we’re both drunk,

Everyone thinks that they know us, but they know nothing about

And just when you’d forgotten that it wasn’t only the two of you in the world, a sudden knock interrupted your embrace. You and Agnes sprung apart, both of you flushed and breathing hard. “Y/N, Agnes?” It was Ralph, Agnes’s husband. “We’re going to be doing toasts soon!”

You looked at Agnes with wide eyes. “Be out in a minute!” The brunette called, her eyes not leaving yours. You stayed still until you heard the sound of footsteps receding.

“That was close,” you said, and Agnes let out a breath of relief.

“We should go back,” she sighed.

“We should,” you said. “But not before this,” you pulled her mouth to yours in one last kiss, memorizing the feel of her against you. You pulled away with a soft sigh. “Now we can go,”

Agnes reluctantly let you go to grab lipstick from her dresser. “Since you smudged mine,” she winked. Both of you fixed yourselves up, erasing any signs of your little make out session.

“Ready to go, best friend?” Agnes asked, hand on the doorknob.

You knew she was teasing, but the reality of it still sent a pang through your heart. “Ready as I’ll ever be,” you gave her a small smile.

Agnes saw the look on your face and she reached out to give your hand a squeeze. “It’ll be different one day, Y/N. I promise,”

Squeezing her hand back, the two of you stepped back out and into the party as best friends, and nothing more.

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[bunnyywritings]

Hii, I think your requests are open but I am not sure, so uhm, if they're not open just delete my ask and pretend it was never there, I'd hate to be disrespectful of you. Would you write about Deku, Shoto and Bakugo (or instead of Baku take Shoji) with an s/o that isn't in the hero course and has a shrinking quirk? Like mount lady but reverse, she can get as small as an ant but usuly when she does shrink she'll be shoulder sitting sized? That could make some adorable things like aaaaaaaa >///

fem!s/o with a shrinking quirk

[a/n: uhmm this concept is so adorable 🥺 thank you for the request anon, you’re so polite 💓 I decided to do all 4 boys so I hope that’s okay, sorry if it seems short...I wrote this in between classes hehe 🙈 enjoy!! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´- ]

midoriya izuku

✤ you bet your diddly doo that this boy has MULTIPLE pages about your quirk

✤ when he first saw you use your quirk it was during the sports festival, you were standing there one second but then it seemed like you just disappeared

✤ he was stunned to see how much strength you actually had even when you were that size

✤ he was convinced that you and shinso were robbed of your spots in the hero course but there wasn’t much he could do about it

✤ I think it would take him a while to finally approach you, but when he does, he’s absolutely ecstatic that you didn’t mind all of his questions

✤ baby boy was quite literally vibrating with excitement

✤ “t-thank you so m-much for answering my questions, (l-l/n)-san.” He was stuttering so much but he couldn’t help it, he was talking to such a beautiful girl

✤ “it’s no problem but call me (y/n), at least that’s what my friends call me.” Now he was bright red as if he wasn’t already

✤ “f-friends?”

✤ but of course “friends” weren’t forever because soon after that, you both had confessed your feelings for each other

✤ from then on, he introduced you to a few of his 1-A class mates

✤ oh boy what a mistake that was

✤ you had gotten along really well with Denki of all people, so one day, the both of you prank bakugo apparently you both have a death wish and of course it backfired

✤ you had burst into the classroom with a panicked kaminari behind you, eyes frantically searching for a certain freckled boy. Your heart beating faster when you could hear explosions getting closer

✤ “Izu! Hide me!”

✤ “huh!? wait how will I-“ he was cut off when you sat on the desk and activated your quirk (you were about 4inches or 10cm tall) and made grabby hands at him

✤ he placed his hand near the edge of the desk so you could jump on

✤ “now put me in your jacket pocket!” Your voice was super cute but he held off his fanboying and did what you said, carefully placing you in his pocket

✤ perfect timing too

✤ “WHERE’S THAT DAMN BRAT?! I KNOW SHE’S IN HERE!!” he caught a glance of kaminari’s blonde hair and growled

✤ “I SEE YOU, DUNCE HEAD!!” And with that, they both were off

✤ you stood up and let your head peak out of the pocket

✤ “(y/n)?! Oh my gosh! That’s so cute!” Mina cooed, making both you and midoriya blush

✤ he carried you around on his shoulder often, he thought it was adorable

✤ he once hid you in the side pocket of his backpack and snuck you into the dorms

✤ it was a success so it was cuddle time!!

✤ if anyone ever bullied you about your quirk, he wad instantly be at your defense and comfort you if you needed it

✤ “Don’t listen to them (y/n), your quirk is amazing and very useful, especially in missions where....” and he went on rambling

✤ but it’s the thought that counts

✤ oh!! I almost forgot!

✤ whenever you were sat on his shoulder and feeling mischievous, stand up and give him kisses on the cheek or neck ;)

✤ this will always effectively fluster him into a blushing and stuttering mess

shoto todoroki

❆ uhm if you weren’t in the hero course, it would take him a little longer to notice you

❆ but you were friends with ochako so he actually often saw you at lunch

❆ one day, you were all sat down and midoriya asked about your quirk and since everyone seemed interested, you gave ‘em a little demonstration

❆ he was kinda paying attention but the soba was so good so he missed the part where you shrunk down a bit but when a gust of wind knocked you over and you landed in front of him, his eyes widened

❆ you were so tiny 🥺

❆ he held out a finger to you and you smiled greatfuly before grabbing onto it and hoisting yourself up, making sure to dust yourself off

❆ he thought your quirk was rather interesting and whenever you shrunk down to size, he would go all doe eyed because he thought you were so precious

❆ you reminded him of the fairies in the bed time stories his mother used to tell him

❆ (i will fight you if you don’t think he used to LOVE hearing about dragons or fairies and fantasy stories when he was a little boy 😤)

❆ once he realized his feelings for you, he just straight up told you

❆ you guys were the cutest couple, the prince and a fairy (ugh oh my god this is freaking cute)

❆ when you first mentioned that you wanted to try and sit on his shoulder while he walked around and stuff, he was a bit apprehensive since he was afraid of dropping you

❆ so you started off easy, you’d sit on his shoulder while he was doing his homework or something and once he was comfortable with that, then you guys got to the moving around thing

❆ he would love it if you sat on his shoulder while he read a book, and he’d read it to you

❆ as much as he loves your quirk, I honestly don’t see him wanting to just rather hold your hand while ya’ll walked around or something but give him those puppy dog eyes and he’d do anything for you

❆ he’d never out right say it but he loves when your on his shoulder and just nuzzle his cheek

❆ he’d call you his little fairy 🥺🦋

❆ “can I please, I’ve had a really long day.” You pouted.

❆ he softly gripped your chin and gently tugged you closer to his lips

❆ “hop on, my little fairy.” He leaned down and gently met you lips, slowly moving them against yours before pulling away and watching as your cheeks and the tips of your ears turned pink

❆ I’m so soft for this boy

bakugo katsuki

✸ pfft i’m sorry, i just had to use this gif

✸ okay so he’d be all like, “Why would I care about some damn extra!!” As he usually is but specially if you weren’t a part of the hero course

✸ but you were friends with kirishima so he learned to deal with you

✸ he originally saw you do the shoulder thing with kiri and he thought he was having a stroke or something

✸ “kirishima, why do you have a damn bug on your shoulder?”

✸ “huh? Oh that’s (y/n)!”

✸ “hey! Who are you calling a bug, you jerk!”

✸ “call me a jerk again and I’ll squash you like a damn insect! Got that you idiot?!”

✸ one time, you fell asleep on denki’s shoulder and he forgot you were there

✸ so when bakugo saw him acting like a ‘reckless idiot’ he swooped in to save you

✸ he gently picked you up by the collar of your shirt and he put you on his own shoulder, making sure to walk around carefully as to not disturb your sleep

✸ you had accidentally disactivated your quirk so you went back to normal size, causing the both of you to fall to the ground with you laying on top of him

✸ he was in shock so he didn’t really move, your noses were touching, his arms had gone around your waist to hold you still

✸ “I’m so sorry, I-“ you had tried to get up be his hold on your waist only tightened

✸ “shut up! I’m trying to think!”

✸ he turned his head a bit and placed an experimental kiss on your lips

✸ well you definitely weren’t complaining anymore

✸ uhh he’d act like he absolutely hates having you on his shoulder

✸ he lives for it

✸ he likes to have you on his shoulder while he cooks so you guys can talk and whatever

✸ if you’re ever being a brat while on his shoulder, he’ll threaten to drop you in the hot oil

✸ he likes to tease you when you’re tiny

✸ as retaliation, you take his things while your tiny, like you’ll steal his eraser or something and he’d tear up his backpack looking for it before he finally spots it on the desk with you sitting on it

✸ he constantly worries about you because denki and sero like to mess with you when you’re in tiny mode

✸ it’s been too many times that he’s found you taped to something while posting about it

✸ i feel bad for the poor soul that decides it’s a good idea to bully you for your quirk

✸ he would quite literally, ‘blow up their asses’

mezo shoji

♡ I think shoji is a little apprehensive about making new friends since he’s a bit insecure but he’s open to the idea

♡ so when he sees that you’re eating lunch alone, he decided to sit with you

♡ you were surprised that he had sat across from you, you froze in place while looking at him

♡ he hadn’t said anything though, he just ate his lunch and you relaxed, continuing to eat yours

♡ this went on for a couple of weeks before you finally broke the ice by offering him some of your onigiri, you watched as he grabbed the onigiri and fed it into the mouth on one of his arms

♡ “your quirk is really cool!” His eyes widened at your sudden confession, he watched as a blush formed on your cheeks and looked away. “sorry, I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable...”

♡ he just chuckled and shook his head

♡ from then on the two of you would share your lunch with each other

♡ “come to think of it, I don’t know what your quirk is.”

♡ it was the first time you guys were hanging out outside of school, he had invited you to the dorms and you two were in the common room drinking some tea

♡ “I guess you’re right—hey! what’s that?!” he whipped around to where you were pointing

♡ “What? There’s...there’s nothing-what?” Once he had turned back to you, you were gone. “(Y/n)?”

♡ as he was looking around, you climbed up his sleeve and onto his shoulder, “I’m right here silly~” he looked around once more but couldn’t find you, “yoo-hoo! Shoji-kun!!”

♡ he looked down to his shoulder and oh...you were tiny

♡ he placed his hand near his shoulder and you jumped onto it, holding onto his finger as he held you right in front of his eyes

♡ he definitely wasn’t expecting that, he was so caught off guard that he started to blush (not that you’d be able to tell)

♡ you guys would also train together often and it was during one of those training sessions that he had confessed to you

♡ when you guys start dating, he’d definitely love to have you on his shoulder all the time...he can’t help it, he thinks you’re adorable

♡ “shoji...”

♡ “yes mr. Aizawa?”

♡ “what’s that on your shoulder?” You froze and trying to think of where to hide. “don’t make me do it.” He sighed

♡ “...do what?” Shoji tried playing dumb as he heard your tiny ‘oh crap!’ as you jumped off his shoulder, right when you did was when Aizawa activated his quirk and you reverted to normal size, falling to the ground

♡ there was a few giggles from the class as you got up, looking around

♡ “(y/n)? How’d you get there?” Shoji continued his act

♡ “you know, I was wondering the same thing...”

♡ “miss (l/n), please go back to class.”

♡ “yes sir.”

♡ that wasn’t the last time the two of you tried that

♡ he would also enjoy if you nuzzled and kissed his cheek while on his shoulder

♡ he vowed to protect you if anything were to ever happed

♡ he thinks you’re adorable, mini sized or not

#midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #deku x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #shoji mezo x reader #shoji x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #anon ask #anon request

[hotdamnhunnam]

Nefarious Shit

Charlie Hunnam: Lockdown Lovin’

A/N: Here’s a fluffy smutty little fic with Charlie being all cuddly and domestic! 🥰 Based on the below request, in which you are Mrs. Hunnam, spending quarantine with him. He’s recording this video for his fans, but your presence in the room is a distraction—and gets him in the mood for some action...

Pairing: Charlie Hunnam x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, stupidly fluffy fluff, you & him behaving like silly little idiots in love Request: Request 1 (@rochyu) + Request 2 (anon)

Word Count: ~2.2k

Note: I definitely recommend watching the actual video for context! (It’s less than 3 minutes.) This fic quotes some of Charlie’s lines from it, plus some gifs! ✨

“Hey.”

It’s a very simple word for anyone to say. One of the simplest. But somehow the way Charlie Hunnam says ‘hey’ turns you on like nobody’s business. As he starts to record, he says it with a playful smirk like it’s some kind of dirty word, and makes it sound so hot it hurts, ‘cause he’s a cheeky little bastard.

The word wasn’t even addressed to your ass in this instance. Your loving husband—yes, your husband, be that as it may, you still pinch yourself damn every day—is recording a short video for his fans. Felt the need to condemn some nefarious hooligans, using his good name in vain, for their personal gain. Ordering them to never do shit like that ever again. And warning his fans not to interact with frauds on social media who falsely represent themselves as him.

Watching him from the other end of the room, you’ve never been happier to be Mrs. Hunnam.

Charlie acknowledges to his audience that he doesn’t do stuff like this very often. “So, I don’t usually, um—make videos like this, but...”

While he records you keep distant and quiet; your marriage is thankfully private. No one else in the world needs to know that a humble civilian girl is the love of his life, and his wife, and his full-time cock-worshiping slut.

Speaking of being such a slut... you’re currently wearing nothing but Jax Teller’s legendary kutte. It’s one of your husband’s most prized possessions, hung in pride of place in his closet—he never lets anyone touch it. It’s sacred, and strictly off-limits. But on certain occasions, he tells you to strip your ass naked... and then put his kutte on so that he can fuck you in it.

So right before this little video, no more than five minutes ago, that’s what he just did. You reminisce about it, while Charlie carries on scolding the scum of the internet. “You know—far be it from me to dictate what anyone is doing, other than: if you’re using my name to do some nefarious shit...”

Meanwhile you figure you should change into a somewhat respectable outfit, smiling to yourself as you think about all the ‘nefarious shit’ you and your husband do. The whole world has no clue...

And you have no clue—though you probably should—that as soon as you take off this kutte, to put some proper shirt and pants on... your bare skin captures Charlie’s attention. And just as any dirty bastard would, now he’s already thinking of the next nefarious thing he’s gonna do to you.

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Charlie mentions on the video that he hasn’t left the house in a long while. As he says it he looks over at you with a chuckle and a thirsty little smile. He tries to keep it subtle, but it’s hard for him to focus when you’re half-naked and all he can think about is just how lucky he is you’re his girl. In the meantime he’s saying on record how it’s a weird time for the world, what with social distancing and isolation, and how angry he is that people would be using his good name to manipulate others in the middle of such an insane global situation.

2020 has certainly been a strange year. But you’ve been so blessed to spend every damn minute of lockdown with your loving husband, in this house that you’ve made your home, as Mr. and Mrs. Charlie Hunnam. Home is where the heart is and yours is right here.

Your man signs off, sending his fans all of his love. Well, not quite all of it of course—to be sure, the best and biggest part of his heart is all yours.

So is 100% of his dick. The two of you have been fucking roughly five times a day in the midst of this global pandemic. ‘Roughly’ as in ‘approximately’—though fortunately for you, the other meaning applies too, more often than not. After all your husband is a literal sex god.

By now you’ve put on a pink lacy bra and panties with one of Jax’s SAMCRO T-shirts thrown over your torso. So you’re hardly respectably dressed but much more so, compared to when you were in only his kutte a few moments ago.

You had been considering pants but decided against it given that this men’s tee is plenty to cover up most of your skin. It’s all soft and comfy and smells of him. Wearing his clothes as often as you want is one of the thousands of benefits of being Mrs. Hunnam.

But the biggest benefit is the enormous piece of meat between his legs. Which always treats you to the world’s most epic sex.

“Well, that was distracting as fuck,” your man playfully scolds as he slams his laptop shut. Through his grey sweatpants you can see that he’s already hard as a rock. “Good thing the camera didn’t catch sight of my cock. You cheeky little slut.”

“What? Love, it’s not as if you’ve never seen me with my clothes off...” you scoff, with a provocative bat of your lashes as he slowly crosses the room toward you.

“You think that makes the sight of you any less stunning?” he asks as he takes in the view. Although your top is mostly covered by this tee, your legs are bare to see, and Charlie loves seeing his clothes on his woman. “You know nothing, Mrs. Hunnam.”

He then approaches till he’s close enough to place his hands upon your hips, to hear your heated breathing, taste the next words from your lips: “Enlighten me, then.”

Your husband clicks his tongue at you as if he seriously disapproves. You often jump at any chance for 50 Shades roleplay given the role that he turned down some time ago and Charlie is all too familiar with your moves. “Now, Y/N, I think you just mixed up two very separate pop culture references.”

“Then maybe you should educate me on the differences...” you suggest. Of course you’re well aware that Christian Grey and Jon Snow are two very different men, and Charlie knows that but it’s fun for you to both pretend. “You’re the movie star, after all. What does this so-called ‘enlightenment’ involve?”

He smiles and shakes his head, referring back to the first time that he played Mr. Grey in the bedroom as if you could ever forget. “I’ve already given you a lesson in proper submission.”

“Well, I guess I didn’t listen.”

“I doubt that,” he purrs, suddenly reaching to rip the shirt off of your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. “You look prettier without that.”

You hadn’t resisted at all but it’s fun to pretend that you had. Scowling at him as if you’re mad, you then reach up and tap your palm against the top of his head with a patronizing pat. “Well, you looked better with the hat.”

Charlie gasps as if appalled, insulted to the core of his soul. “Hey, that’s not fair...!”

“I told you to do something with your hair,” you remind him of the brief conversation you’d had before he recorded. Acting as if you’re seriously scolding him though you both know you’re not at all. “Or at least to keep that fucking hat on over it. Instead you showed up looking like a chicken with that ridiculous tuft sticking out at the back of your head, and then admitted to the world you need to get your hair sorted.”

There’s a mirror on the wall nearby, and you gesture toward it, so that Charlie can see with his own two eyes. He realizes he really does look like the world’s sexiest chicken. “So what, now looking like a chicken is a sin?”

“Of course it is.”

He flashes you a precious pout, knowing you’ll be desperate to kiss it off his mouth. “But you once told me I could strut around in a potato sack and still look gorgeous.”

It’s all too true yet you refuse to take the bait. Instead decide to make him wait. “I just said that to butter you up so you’d marry me, sucker.”

“Motherfucker—!” Charlie gasps again, as you start running away from him flapping your arms like a chicken.

You laugh back at him. “More like motherclucker!”

The two of you are very adult—perhaps to a fault—when it comes to the hot filthy sex that you have with him. Honestly filthy as hell. But when it comes to foreplay and teasing and everything else... you are literally just a couple of overgrown idiot children.

Charlie chases you all through the halls and downstairs to the kitchen. “Don’t tempt me into punishing you!”

Needless to say you want him to. “Oooh, you mean with that big cock-a-doodle-doo?”

He finally catches you as you run to the living room, your laughter picking up in volume, pinning you down to the sofa as he ruins you with his icy blue stare. “Shut up about the fucking hair.”

His hands are so close to your neck and you just wish that he would put them there and squeeze. “Mmm, but you’re so much fun to tease...”

Instead of choking you, he drops his hands down toward your chest, tracing the lacy fabric of your bra to grab your breasts, tenderly stroking you. “I bet you think this is when I say to get on your fucking knees.”

You moan at the touch of his talented fingers, begging in a breathless whisper. “Fuck, yes please...?”

“No,” he responds, so brutally denying what his woman wants. “For once, that’s not how this is gonna go. Sit up.”

He props you comfortably in position, amidst all the cushions. Ignoring your urge to get down on the floor, in submission, serve him as his cocksucking whore. Play your usual role as the good little slut. “But—”

“Stay up,” he interrupts. “I don’t wanna play rough. Today I’m feeling soft.”

“Well, that’s a lie...” you reply, lowering your eyes, one hand reaching to graze the prize bulging between his thighs.

“Hands off the merchandise. Let me indulge in playing nice.”

“But whyyy?” you protest with a sigh. “I’ve been such a bitch, hoping that I would get punished for it...”

Your man just shakes his gorgeous chicken-haired head. “You mean rewarded. There’s no point in getting punished when you’re gunning for it.”

Well, fuck him for being so fucking correct. “Charlie...”

“Shhh,” he hushes you softly, as you realize that this is how you’re getting punished: he hears your inner cockslut loud and clear but is determined to ignore it. “Just lie back and let me love this body that belongs to me. Admire and adore it.”

And at those words off of his lips, which he seals with a loving kiss... you lose all power and desire to resist. You’re so completely fucking his. As eager as you always are for rough and filthy sex—as much as part of you will always want to beg—you’re equally obsessed with this. Getting lost in his touch, sweet kisses and caresses from the man you love so much, drowning in the pure magic of romantic bliss.

You love each other so much it’s ridiculous. Hilarious. Downright nefarious.

Within seconds both of your clothes are gone, like they were never even on. His every move is slow yet sudden all at once. The warmth of his soft lips and tongue lavishing love across your chest, his mouth latching around your breast, two fingers slipping in the hot flood of your cunt. Thumb playing with your swollen clit, as he keeps passionately sucking on your tits. 

Time fucking bends, seconds to minutes, hours even, as your man descends, until his mouth is where his hand had been—when did that even happen?—every inch of his tongue sending you to heaven. Soon enough he seamlessly replaces his mouth with his cock, and by then... fuck, you’re honestly done. So far gone. He never has to ask to know exactly what you want, because he’s everything you want. And need and love.

As mind-blowing as Charlie is at playing rough, he’s just as good at being soft. He’s all about the fluff and stuff. One tender hand sweeping a strand of hair behind your ear, the other reaching down to pull you near.

There are so many words he doesn’t have to say for you to hear. 

Just how grateful he is, that you are his. To have you here. It’s been a weird and crazy year—so fucking weird—and heavy with the weight of blood and tears, the whole world literally plagued with pain and fear. But the love that you share with your husband, is the one thing that’s always constant, true and clear.

And the love he makes... cradles your heart till it’s so full it aches, fucking breaks, as your whole body quakes and the earth fucking shakes. Knowing that he will spend all his life putting every last piece into its perfect place, and holding it together whatever it takes.

It’s not fair that a man like this even exists. Let alone that you’re so fucking blessed to be his. It’s some serious, downright nefarious shit. Gazing up into his eyes of endless blue, you realize for the thousandth time no girl in all the world is luckier than you.

And of course once this session of soft tender loving is through—then, to make all your deepest and dirtiest dreams cum true... there are at least fifty thousand shades of filthy shit your nefarious husband can do.

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[mr-smith-wesson]

(Long-winded anon warning. Seriously if I’m annoying you with these just ignore my ramblings). Ok, so I just found out that five years pass between 15x19 and 15x20, which got me super excited because as much fun as Jensen’s “put us back in coach” idea is, we don’t really need it. We have five years of stuff that could be explored where it is just the boys and Miracle. How fucking awesome would that be? Like to see the firsts of everything that they get to do without Chuck’s interference, where they know that it’s their choices, their decisions, their genuine experiences. Their first take-your-pick holiday, birthdays, date, dance, etc. The first time they get to watch a movie, read a book, listen to music and know that yeah, they do like it or no, nope, not anymore, and it’s them. The first time they realize that they are actually fucking amazing at hunting without a divine puppet master pulling the strings. The first time they eat food and poor Dean realizes that Sam weird, unnatural, completely inhuman if you ask him; hatred for bacon was all Sam and not Chuck. “It’s just damn unsettling, Sam. Damn unsettling.”

(I can’t find any information on when 15x19 would have occurred, so I’m going to pretend that it’s before July 4th.) Just think that after watching Jack walk away, seeing life restored on Earth, and getting food/supplies for Miracle, the boys head out in Baby for an open field. There, they just sit and listen to life. They play fetch with their newest addition until the sun goes down, and then they hop up on the hood of the impala and watch the stars. For the first time in their lives, it’s THEIR lives. They’ll deal with all the repercussions of that revelation soon, but for tonight they just sit for hours and watch the night sky. In fact, they stay out there so long that before they know it, the sun is rising, the beer has gotten warm, Miracle is snoring in the driver’s seat (don’t get comfy there, buddy), and their asses are numb from sitting on the hood for like six hours. They gather up their stuff and head home, and the only thing they have to think about right now is what they’ll do for supper tonight. There are no plans. No one is telling them what to do or, worse yet, making them do something. They aren’t pawns on the chessboard anymore. Everything from here on out is them. And that is great and so. So. Fucking. Scary. What if Sam actually does want leave me and back to school? What if Dean honestly does think I’m a freak? How much of our bullshit was our bullshit, and how much was Chuck? And do we, or this city, have enough booze to get us through the upcoming chick-flick-feeling-vomit-pass-the-tissue moments? (“What if I’m actually like just an angry, fuck the world guy Sam? What if I’m really just that person that isn’t good to be around people? What if…what if I’m actually like a secret cuddler or something?” “You’re not, you’re the best person I have ever known, and I promise I’ll let you be the big spoon like 43% of the time.” “You’re a fucking asshole, Sam. Stop laughing. Stop it!”)

The talks do come, and while they are not pleasant and do result in quite a few “I need to go shoot something” moments from Dean and more than a few “I just need to some time Dee. I’m just going to go for a run,” moments from Sam, they are needed. And so. Fucking. Cathartic! And by the time July 4th rolls around, while they are not entirely 100%, they are better than they’ve been in a really long time, maybe forever. They decide to celebrate their independence in style – BBQ, fireworks, sparklers, a fancy little bowtie for the dog (“What, Sam?! They were on sale. Don’t give me that side-eye.”), and a bottle of Bobby’s favourite whisky. While Sam leaves Dean to buy the BBQ, Sam goes and gets the fireworks. He practically buys out the store, but whatever, they haven’t done this in so long, and Dean’s not the only one who remembers that 4th of July in ’96 and this display will kick that displays ass.

They get themselves supplied up, and two days’ time finds them in the field behind the bunker. Steak and hot dogs and veggie burgers cooking on the grill, Sam and Miracle chasing each other and playing tug of war with one of Miracles new toys (“What Dean?! He had already slobbered all over it. I couldn’t just leave it in the store. That would have been rude.”), and Dean just soaking it all in. Nothing has felt this right, and this complete since before Sam left for Stanford. Sure, they miss everyone they lost, and yes, they will “Pour one out for their homies,” (“No one says that anymore Dean.” “You’re just jealously that I’m still hip and cool, Sammy.” “Your Scooby-Doo boxers beg to differ.” “Hey! No dissing the Scoob.”) but God-damn, -hmm Jack-damn? This will take some getting used to- they are content. And that’s not something Dean ever thought he’d feel again. And while Chuck may have been the biggest dick to ever exist in this universe, if Dean gives a little prayer of thanks and drinks a drink to him, well no one has to know. He may have royally screwed over their lives time and time again but without him Dean wouldn’t have Sam. Chuck gave Dean his little brother and while he sure as shit won’t miss him, Dean will be eternally grateful because Sam, his Sammy, his beautiful baby brother, is the best fucking thing in his life and that deserves a toast.

The 4th of July is fantastic, and if Dean got a little teary-eyed over the fireworks, well, Sam doesn’t mention it. He just wrapped his arm around his brother and tugged him to his side. This was just the first of the celebrations they were going to have. While Sam’s life is never going to be apple-pie-2.5-kids-white-picket-fence normal, he had made a promise to himself that he was going to give Dean and him whatever normal he could. And that meant holidays. All of them. But those plans are for another night. For now, all Sam has to focus on is the warmth coming off his brother, who unsurprisingly hasn’t moved from under his arm (Dean being a cuddler is only a secret to him, everyone else knows.*) and the smile on his face. A smile that Sam hadn’t seen since that night in the field 24 years ago.

*(Sam has decided to not to tell Dean that he had been winning money off their friends and family for years betting people that when they had to bunk together Dean would always snuggle up some point during the night. At least he’s not going to tell him yet. However, he really does need to get a copy of those photos from Jody and Donna from the last overnight hunting trip.)

YES TO ALL OF THIS!!!! I’m with you 100% the years between are so much more interesting to me like what did they do all that time??AND THEM BEING FREE AND NAVIGATING THAT IS SUCH A CONCEPT. THIS IS JUST SO WONDERFUL! I WANT TO SEE ALL THE DOMESTICITY, THE FIGHTS THE GOOD AND THE BAD JUST EVERYTHING!!!! I LOVE THEM BEING DOG DADS... I HOPE TO SEE THEM SETTING OFF THE FIREWORKS IN MY DREAMS TONIGHT. JUST...THEM AND MIRACLE THEIR LITTLE FAMILY IS SO SWEET I COULDN’T BE MORE FOND. I LOVE HOW YOU MENTIONED SAM AND DEAN BEING AFRAID THE OTHER WILL LEAVE THATS MY FAVORITE ANGST. AND can I just say I never mind your asks I actually love them very much. This is all so in character I can see it so clearly I’m in awe. I will re-read this over and over. THANK YOU DEAR ANON  :D

#asks #I wish I was better with words but i just want to say thank you #I NEEDED THIS TODAY #fave #ILY ANON

[jjuzoir]

Match Maker | s. banri

request: “Hello! I personally really love your writing and your whole aesthetic is my dream lol 👉👈 Can I request a scenario where reader and Banri are best friends since childhood? You can turn it into best friends to lovers kind of thing if you feel like it. I’m personally a huge fan of best friends to lovers aus, they just,,, melt my heart 🥺 Thank you so much, please don’t feel like you have to rush it and take your time! 💞” from anon

a/n: i accidentally deleted your anon but i managed to save the request itself sooryy^^ i am so sorry it’s taken me so long omg 🥺 i love you sooo much anonie 💕✨ i love f2l so much too it’s so cute just seeing people who love each other being able to be with each other is !!! ahhh ✨💕 i really enjoyed working on it and i’m really happy with it hhhh thank you sm for requesting ilysm ahhh

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There were many perks to being friends with Banri, he was funny and nice when he wanted to be— he’d help you out with homework and never let you down; if there was one thing you could always count on Banri to be it was determined and loyal. But there were downsides to it too like the looks you’d get for hanging out with a guy with such a shitty reputation, the way he’d always get into fights, or seeing him waste his life away due to lack of interest. There were the multiple fights you had to endure, patching him after he got his ass beaten to a pulp the first few times.

But you wouldn’t trade him for the world. You had stuck with him through so many things, so many phases and bruises, beginnings and ends, you knew him like the back of your hand and you knew how hard it was for him to live such an “easy” life. He liked a challenge, something to work hard towards, something worth fighting for— so he could relish in the satisfaction, but that something never came. When everything comes easy you can never really bask in satisfaction; the afterglow after a succeeding.

Maybe at first, you guessed, Banri did enjoy it but he soon grew tired; everything was easy, too easy. How could he enjoy a life with no challenges when what he liked the most was a challenge?

That’s why when he joined the Mankai company you were ecstatic, finally a non-destructive hobby after years of fights and punches. It was why you didn’t mind distancing yourself from him, to let Settsu enjoy himself and get to know theater— you guessed you just didn’t know how far was enough, leading you to grow farther away than either of you expected; than either of you needed.

Looking back, Banri was somewhat grateful; he knew had you stuck around he wouldn’t have been able to concentrate with the growing feelings he had blooming in his chest.

He realized his feelings for you weren’t the same when texting you wasn’t enough, when meeting you at school wasn’t enough; when he realized that he wanted more. He never took into account how often you two would be together, it felt so natural, there was never a second thought or a minute to imagine what would happen if your routine were to change. After school and during breaks, you’d always be together chatting away; to not have you there by his side as often was weird. It wasn’t as if he never saw you but whenever you left he felt a bitter feeling in his mouth, it left him feeling unsatisfied. What was once a friendship that lasted 24 hours a day soon shortened into a relationship that would last as long as school breaks would allow.

He hoped that once he quit the troupe— after making his point known to Juza, he’d be able to go back to his routine with you, perhaps confess or just let it go, he just wanted to ditch acting and see where you two would go. But he never really quit and so the distance between you two became bigger.

You never grew estranged, neither of you would’ve been able to live without the other by this point— 14 years of friendship, of familiarity and comfort, can’t go down the drain like that. To you Banri was the need for a future, for excitement and adventure, and to him, you were home, nostalgic and known. But going from hanging around each other everyday to almost once in a blue moon, it hit hard and it hit roughly.

By the third performance, you and him could barely meet in person— you had joined clubs while he practiced, your classes weren’t the same and your part time job started demanding more attention; so all you could do was text. He hated texting, you could never really express your tone and feelings properly, but your relationship— or what remained of it, now hung on a thin thread of texts. It was weird, heart breaking almost, to see the shell that remained of your friendship.

It was around that time Banri realized he needed to act on his feelings for you, it was when he realized he could lose you.

He didn’t know how to confront you about it— the boy you had been hanging out around, he’d seen you two, heard the rumors of a possible romance, but he never confronted you. Blue eyes could only watch in confusion as the situation unfolded itself; you two were 17, not kids anymore, it’d be weird for him to pop in one day and demand for you to explain yourself to him. Banri wasn’t delusional, he knew you didn’t owe him an explanation.

Izumi noticed the uncertainty and hesitation in him, how something or someone was bothering him. It was soon after that his discomfort was known to the rest of the company and they grew confused and concerned— some more worried than others. It was her who ended up confronting Banri, she had to convince the dyed blond to not threaten the young boy with behavior and discipline.

Even through his short answers and cold stare it didn’t take the brunette long to understand what was bothering him.

“So, you like your best friend?” Izumi’s pink eyes were tinted with understanding and pity as she looked at the young boy.

However, Banri was too prideful to answer, instead opting to roll his eyes in acknowledgment.

“Well, why don’t you say something about it?”

“[Name] doesn’t owe me an explanation,” he muttered, he had thought about it but really— he was also afraid; if you were dating that boy then it meant his feelings were one sided and he could ruin your trust, make you feel like you had a babysitter or a possessive friend, and accidentally reveal the feelings he had only recently begun to acknowledge.

“I guess you’re right, but you owe yourself closure,” Izumi states straight into his eyes, “Just try talking to them about it.”

“Hmph…”

He stared at your contact name for a while before pressing it that night, he spent at least 14 minutes typing and re-typing what he wanted to send, never before had he been so self conscious when talking to you.

As he laid buried within his covers, only the soft light of his phone shining, he realized how important you were to him; he couldn’t fuck up.

‘Hey, our next performance is next week wanna come??????’

Once he had settled for a text and was ready to press send he heard a deep, and extremely annoying, voice coming from beside him.

“Delete some question marks, it makes you look desperate.”

“Fuckin’- were you reading my texts?” Banri barked at the golden eyed boy, what was that creep doing getting into his conversation with you?

“Kinda hard not to when you’ve got your ringer on, this isn’t a coming of age movie turn that shit off, iss’ annoying.” Juza grumbled before shoving his head between his pillows and Banri swore the small wooden panel separating both of their beds was suddenly asking to be used as a murder weapon.

“Fuck off, Hyodo.”

‘Hey, our next performance is next week wanna come over??’

“You are gonna give them their tickets, right?”

“Of course I am, I ain’t some sort of asshole!” Settsu could swear every time Juza opened his mouth he lost 10 years of his lifespan.

“Ya’ sure about that?”

“Say it to my fuckin’ face, eh?”

‘Hey, I got some tickets for our next performance if you wanna come??’

“Is that better, dick head?” Banri shoved his phone at the purple haired boy causing him to swat his hand away.

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Whatever-? You know what, choke on my dick.”

“Come on, I’ve sucked candy bigger than your dick, Settsu, I ain’t chokin’ on a pickle.”

He was surprised that you answered so quickly a short and simple ”Oh my god!!! Yes!!” that had sent his heart into super sonic speed. He guessed that, if Izumi was right and he did like you, that it made sense- and if he had to be honest, really had to be, you could say he didn’t mind the way his heart fluttered around his chest.

‘Come over early and I’ll give them to you’

“And they say chivalry is dead.” Juza grumbled into his pillow, earning a smack from Banri.

A week later and you were standing in front of the Mankai dorm waiting for him, you had to admit that- although sudden, the invite did make you quite happy, even if you both didn’t talk as often you still cared deeply about him.

While you stood outside waiting, however, inside the dorm Banri was getting one final pep talk from Izumi before he asked you out- or tried to at least.

“I get it! Izumi, stop nagging already,” blue eyes rolled as the older woman went over the plan.

“I am not nagging, Settsu! I am simply making sure you don’t screw up!” She shrieked, she was this close to setting you up with Juza out of spite.

“Look, I’m fine,” he assured her, “I’ll just tell ‘em how I feel and if they say yes then good and if they say no then whatever- it’s not like we won’t talk if I’m rejected.” Right?

“Hey, Neo delinquent, you shouldn’t leave your date waiting,” Yuki grumbled as he nodded over to the door, “Poor thing’s been there for half an hour, let it in already.”

“Yuki! Don’t talk about [Name] like they’re a dog!” Izumi scolds the middle schooler.

“Whatever, just worried they’re gonna catch a cold.” He shrugs before leaving the room, if you ended up sick you’d only have those two to blame.

“Okay, now go- go!” Izumi pushed the tall boy before running off to hide behind the wall, just in case.

Banri takes note of his sweaty hands and scolds himself; keep it together. He shakes his head and opens the door to find you waiting for him.

In the second it took you to process the opened door, Banri felt himself fall in love with you. After not seeing each other in person since the start of the new semester, it dawned on him how much he yearned to be with you.

“Banri, I missed you!” You throw your arms around your friend, you were excited— it had been weeks since you’d last seen him and you missed him, even if you two didn’t talk as much there was never a day you didn’t think of him in some way.

“[Name],” he ruffled your hair, his eyes softening as he looked at you, “I missed you too.”

“I’m so excited,” you pulled away from him, looking him straight in the eyes, “I was so worried I wouldn’t get tickets, I really wanted to see you act again!”

“Tch, ain’t you a fan?” He teases you, making way for you to come inside the dorms and you gladly do. It had been months since you last came, but it still looked and felt the same; he felt and looked the same, he looked smarter though, more mature and put together.

“You’re talking as if I wouldn’t come see my best friend.” You smile up at him and he feels his heart clench in his chest at your words.

As he leads you to the living room he wonders if he should actually tell you— unlike most things in his life, you were always there, no matter what he was doing you’d always stuck around him. Ever since you were young, Banri can’t remember a time where you weren’t there and, honestly, he didn’t want to.

His silence catches your attention and you decide to speak up; “So, how have things been?”

“Ah, good, they’ve been good,” he coughs, he felt stupid getting nervous over this- he should just get it out as fast as possible, “and you?”

“Things ‘ve been well, kinda weird without you around.” You admit awkwardly as you sit down on the couch.

He nods, a smile gracing his lips as he thinks about how to lead the conversation where he needs it to be. He remembers Izumi’s words and advice, he deserved closure and, maybe it was selfish of him but, he wanted a relationship with you too. He really, really wanted a relationship with you.

“[Name]?” He speaks out, his voice wavering slightly and if he could he’d beat himself up for it. Hearing the uncertainty behind his words you almost shoot up from your seat in worry.

“Yeah?”

“I- I know it’s sudden and,” he takes a deep breath, “it’s gonna sound weird but I, uh- realized somethin’.”

You nod confused, you were listening to him and you wanted him to continue; that’s the moment he realized he’d need to fold whatever pride he had left and throw it in the air if he wanted to know the truth.

“It’s very weird and if it makes you uncomfortable it’s okay! It’s just, I've heard about you goin’ out with someone and I wanted to know if-?”

“Oh! You mean Rin, right? No, don’t worry, he’s dating someone; we’re just friends!” You laugh as you explain.

“Oh, good.” Even with his, albeit limited compared to other members, acting experience he couldn’t quite hide the relief that washed over his face and body at the revelation.

“Why do you wanna know? Worried you’re gonna lose me?” You tease but the words he uttered next made you do a double take his way.

“Yeah, actually- funny you’d say that.” He sighs before looking around the room, “I didn’t invite you just for the tickets, [Name], I-I wanted to tell you something… I like you.”

You feel the blood rushing to your ears and spread through your cheeks, you were sure you were practically heating up the room just from your blushing alone.

“You like me?” You ask him, you were extremely flattered and the thought that a guy like Banri liked you was nice. You liked him, you’ve liked him for a pretty long time but were too afraid to say anything so for him to, after so many years, tell you he liked you was straight out of a shojo manga.

“Yeah, it’s okay if you feel weird, I just wanted to say it, ya’ know?” He avoids your eyes and you quickly piece together the rest. He’d been acting weird, all shy and nervous, his texts were kinda dry, and even when you did meet in the hallway he had been acting off… was it all because he liked you?

“Banri, I- wow, me too,” you stutter, fidgeting with your fingers slightly at his confused face, “I kinda like you too.”

“Ya’ do?” It was his turn to jump from his seat at your words, his heart knocking against his chest as if it were about to explode from the override of emotions he was feeling at your words.

“Yeah, it’s embarrassing,” you laugh, “but I’ve liked you for some time now, I’m surprised you didn’t notice.”

His signature cocky smile is back on his face as soon as you say it and you wish you could take it back so he wouldn’t tease you, but would it really be Banri if he didn’t make fun of you even just a little bit.

“Shoulda’ known, no one can resist me.” He plopped himself next to you and you shove him slightly.

“Yeah, no one can resist you and your bowl cut.”

“You said it looked good!” He glares at you but you know he isn’t angry at all.

“Yeah when we were like 10?” You ruffle his hair, the soft strands gliding through your fingers and Banri is sure that if he had a tail it’d be wagging.

“Ya? Well why d’ya like me if I got a stupid bowl cut?” He grabs your hand and levels himself to look you in the eyes.

“Because you’re smart,” you lean closer and peck his lips, “and cute, even with that shitty hair.”

“You can’t insult me and compliment me like that! You're gonna give me whiplash, geez.” His eyes widen at your actions and he blushes a deep pink, and you do your best to memorize that look knowing it was rare.

“Ew, the NEO delinquent is flirting on our couch,” you both hear a whine from behind you two and you jump startled, “Now we’ve gotta clean it up.”

“We’d appreciate it if you kept the PDA minimal with the kids here, Settsu.” Sakyo glares at the young man, you could almost miss the soft smile as he watched his leader finally look like himself again.

“So, [Name], you two dating or what?” Izumi pokes her head out of her hiding spot, going straight to the point.

“Please, he probably didn’t even give ‘em the tickets.” Juza makes his way through the small crowd and into the kitchen area.

“Yes I did-“

“No you did not.” You correct him, causing the actor to blush even redder at your words.

“Told ya’.”

“Cut it off you guys!” The director scolded everyone in the room, too excited at the newly formed couple to care about much else, “Are you two dating?”

“I think we are.” You look at Banri who looked back at you, his scowling face softening until a smile broke out.

“We are.” He confirms, giving you a kiss on the cheeks with a smile and you feel light on your feet with excitement.

“I should start a match-making agency or something.” Izumi giggles at her comment, proud to finally have helped the young boy.

“With your dating life? Please.” Sakyo laughs at the younger woman.

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[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

Hi, I had a really sweet moment with my bf the other night where he basically paused a movie he really wanted to watch because I fell asleep in the middle of it and while I won't ask you to make Destiel do the same, could you just have dean being obsessed with a movie and cas being the sarcastic awesome lil shit he is, in all the domestic glory of all your writings. Extra extra extra points for it being a cartoon. Love😍😍😍

"Dude, I've been waiting for this all day." Dean breathes out, hands reaching out for his Cas, as he enters their bedroom after Dean. Cas lets his hands land on his waist, and sways closer. "Counting the frigging seconds, I swear."

"You can't really believe you could count each second," Castiel returns. A hint of a smirk plays up the pettiness. That's his angel's I'm-an-angel tone. "Though I know I could."

"Fine, you win." Dean rolls his eyes. "Bragging rights on the greater pining."

"Longer."

Dean huffs at the ceiling.

"Is this where I say, length doesn't matter?" Cas asks, managing to make it sound earnest. It's all in the innocence of his eyes. Twinkling, friggin' blue.

Sometimes it's ridiculous how much Dean loves him.

"You know it's size, and you know what else? Shut your face." Dean throws back, leaving Cas's sides, to move in the direction of the TV. "Did you get the movie?"

"Of course, Dean. I'm not an imbecile." Cas hands him the DVD, and Dean slips it in, taking the remote as he retreats to wait on the edge of the bed. Cas follows, but instead of joining Dean, he gets on the bed properly, making himself comfortable, and leaning back against the bedframe.

Dean turns around to glance, when Cas lets out a perfect sigh of pleasure as he stretches his legs, clearly relaxed by the bonelessness of his slumped shoulders.

"Sure you're not. But comfort princess? That you've got nailed."

"I don't understand that reference." Cas informs him lazily.

"Don't try to be cute."

"I -"

"You know you do, buddy." Dean tells the TV matter-of-factly, silencing the argument from the other end of the room. Thankfully, the screen chooses that moment to buzz to life, and as colorful animations show up, Dean hits pause.

Stands up, and drags himself to the same side of the bed as Cas climbed in from.

"Shoes, you always remember to take off. Ugly-ass trenchcoats? Figures you'd forget." Dean mutters, not harshly, as he kicks off his own shoes, and slides in next to Cas.

Immediately, Cas scoots closer, and in spite of the bulky layers they've both got on (of course, especially Cas), Dean puts an arm around him, and most of the bickering is lost in a stare of heavier magnitudes, and what remains melts away when they tilt their heads and lean in.

Meet in the middle, and Cas's hand comes up to cradle his friggin' face, and they breathe intermittently in sync. Dean'd take this wonderful familiarity over the tension of a first, anyday. Not like the spark's ever dimmed. Kissing Cas will never get old.

"- Mmhm."

Dean's the one who pulls away first - which frankly comes as a surprise to everyone involved, but that's just the way it goes.

"I thought you'd been waiting for this all day." Cas reminds him neutrally, hand on Dean's, as he holds the remote on his thigh. A smile's trying to pull up the corners of his lips, but it'd ruin the deadpan, so he's keeping its ambitions subdued.

"Exactly." Dean raises his eyebrows meaningfully, and they hold the gaze for a beat before Dean leans in for one last peck. And proceeds to turns his attention to the TV, hitting play. "This."

Cas lets out a laugh, turning to look at the screen as well, and tucking himself closer to the warmth, to make the best of the current adversity - stranded under an arm, as he is.

"By the way." Dean pauses, not even an entire minute in. "Don't you dare pretend you were thinking of a different this."

"Oh, no." He wasn't going to - he knows Dean too well to know he'd see right through it, but it's a fun thought. "God forbid I imagine the love of my life was yearning for me." He shrugs exaggeratedly.

"I'll yearn for you all night if you ask me to, sweetheart." Dean winks, because of course, he does.

"All day tomorrow?"

"Down to every second."

"I'm such a lucky boyfriend." Cas states out loud, and Dean snorts. "Play the movie, Dean." He adds. "We've talked enough, and you've clearly longed for Scooby Doo since a very long day."

"Damn straight."

And he does play it again, beaming, and the two of them cuddle through most of it until Cas announces he's tired and rolls off of Dean to sleep, and Dean ends up deciding to do the same a few minutes later, because while Cas may not enjoy it as much as him, Dean knows for a fact he likes it too.

("Well, I suppose there's something charming about the 'gang's' friendship, which takes the mind away from the unsubtly repetitive plotlines."

That's Castielspeak for 'I won't hide the remote'.)

So Dean rewinds a few minutes, carefully committing the time remaining to his memory before turning all the lights off and slotting himself behind Cas, arm slung around his middle. He practically remembers the entire movie, obviously remembers the end, though that hadn't stopped him from craving a rewatch earlier - but it doesn't matter. Not more than this.

He'd rather watch it with Cas, anyways.

*

Hi!! Awwwhh, that's really sweet of him. So, uh, I received this around one am, and decided it'd be a good idea to launch headfirst into some fluff, but anyways ~ I hope you enjoyed, dear anon!! Have a wonderful day.

#destiel #destiel ficlet #destiel fluff #fanfiction fluff destiel #destiel fanfiction #dean winchester #castiel #supernatural #castiel/dean #castiel/dean winchester #dean is bi #scooby doo #cartoons #established destiel #established destiel because i am me #sheya shall deliver

[skippyv20]

💜💜💜💜💜💜🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂PG INTERPRETATION OF MM ANON🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂💜💜💜💜💜

MM Anon

MM ANON ………… baby love ………… May-be,May-be not………Old man frozen ………… no world news here ………… Priti poodle ………groomed horns …………Roman mall……………… just a bit of a coin …………… Shell out greenness ……………… gay Dixon ?? ………no more questions.

Thank you😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

2/12/21

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂💜💜💜💜

JUST WOKE UP AND FOUND THIS. WOWZA TWO ITEMS IN ONE DAY. FORGIVE ME FOR BEING SO LATE💜💜💜💜💜🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂

FEBRUARY 13/20210124 HRS.

SEASON THREE RIDDLE #6

baby love ………… 

THIS IS IMMEDIATELY RECOGNIZABLE AS THE HEADING HOME FROM HOSPITAL OF PRINCESS EUGENIE, HER CUTEST HUSBAND JACK AND THEIR SWEET BABY BOY. YOU KIDS DO NOT NEED A LINK YOU HAVE SEEN THE PHOTIS OF THEM LOOKING SO WELL IN THEIR CAR. ONE THING I AM STUMPED ON IS WHY SHE STAYED SO LONG IN HOSPITAL L UNLESS THERE ARE ISSUES, IN 2021 IT IS, IN AND OUT, AT LEAST HERE. IT IS SAFER FOR BOTH, TO GET THEM OUT OF THE HOSPITAL ATMOSPHERE IF ALL IS WELL. NO MATTER, WE ARE ACHING TO KNOW HIS NAME, HAPPY FOR HOW WELL THEY LOOKED, SHE WAS GLOWING!!

May-be,May-be not………

AS WE SPOKE ABOUT IN THE PREVIOUS RIDDLE, FOLKS ARE BEING GIVEN A POTENTIAL NOD THAT SUMMER VACATIONS MAY NOT BE ALLOWED. THIS ARTICLE SPEAKS POSSIBLY OF MAY TRIPS TO IBIZA SPAIN. I THINK THAT IS THE MAY-BE , MAY-BE MOT. IH MM ANON YOU ARE SO CLEVER IT MUST TAKE YOU HOURS TO WRITE THESE. INFOR ONE AM VERY GREATFUL. 

https://www.express.co.uk/travel/articles/1397148/spain-holidays-ibiza-may-holiday-fco-travel-advice-spanish-news-latest

Old man frozen ………… 

WHERE I LIVE WE HAVE BEEN IN THE CLUTCHES OF A BEAST. IT IS THE WEATHER FROM THE NORTH C9ME DOWN AND IS CALLED THE DREADED POLAR VORTEX.WE ARE TALKING LOWS IN THE -30’S C WITH WINDCHILLS BETWEEN -40’S C AND -50S C.  IT IS BRUTAL. THE HOMELESS ARE ESPECIALLY AT RISK. SADLY AS SO OFTEN HAPPENS SOMEONE DIES DUE TO EXPOSURE, AS IT IS CALLED HERE. A MAN, IN THE PRAIRIES, PROVINCE ENTITLED SASKATCHEWAN HAS SUCCUMBED TO THE ELEMENTS SADLY. SO OFTEN IT IS A FIRST NATIONS INDIVIDUAL.  MY CONDOLENCES AND PRAYERS TO HIS FRIENDS AND FAMILY.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😞😞😞 WEATHER IS NO JOKE. 

https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/saskatchewan/punichy-sask-george-gordon-first-nation-man-freezes-death-1.5905820

no world news here ………… 

NO NEED TO LOOK THIS UP. ON WEDNESDAY MY COUNTRY ZONE, CHINA ANNOUNCED IT WAS BANNING BBC WORLD. THEY ARE ERASING ANY AND ALL TRACES OF BRITISH INFORMATION AND CONTACT. WHEN THEY WERE GIVEN BACK HONG KONG PER AGREEMENT SEVERAL YEARS AGO, IT WAS WITH THE UNDERSTANDING AND PROMISE OF A ONE COUNTRY TWO GOVERNMENT SYSTEM. WELL HOW LONG DID THAT LAST? THEY WERE GENTLE AT FIRST THEM BOOM SENT IN THE MILITARY. I WONDER  IF SIR JAMES DYSON, WHO MOVED HIS HOME LOCK STOCK AND BARREL, AS THEY USED TO SAY IN THE OLD WEST, TO HONG KONG IS STILL THERE OR HAS HE FLED BACK TO ENGLAND OR POINTS ELSEWHERE. I MUST LOOK THAT UP. NO LOOKING UP NOR LINK NEEDED HERE EITHER. 

Priti poodle ………

MUST BE PRITI PATEL. OFFUCIAL  PHOTOS OF MINISTERS NOW CAN INCLUDE THEIR DOG OR CAT, WHAT? BOJO DEFENDS PUBLIC MONEY, KIDS, P U B L I C ££££££££ FOR THEIR PET PHOTOS. THIS IS MADNESS, CUTE BUT MADNESS. 

https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-politics-56015861

https://www.thetimes.co.uk/article/from-matt-hancockapoo-to-priti-poodle-our-ministers-havent-got-a-scooby-doo-h253090pw

groomed horns …………

THIS LOOKS LIKE SOMETHING OUT OF A CROSS BETWEEN BRAVEHEART, SORRY SCOTLAND 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿, I SAY IT BECAUSE OF THE FACE PAINT AND DANIEL BOONE GOING BUCK WILD. I LEARNED FROM A KIND COMMENTER THAT THERE HAD  BEEN A HORRIBLE EVENT IN THE U.S. CAPITOL ON JANUARY 6/2021. I HAVE TOLD YOU KIDS I DROPPED  OFF THE PLANET FOR A FEW MONTHS,  I AM CERTAIN THERE ARE OTHER THINGS I MISSED. THIS CHAP IS NOW SAYING DONALD TRUMP ‘GROOMED HIM’. THAT IS THE SORT OF LANGUAGE USED TO DESCRIBE A VICTIM AND AGGRESSOR. 

https://www.thetimes.co.uk/article/us-capitol-rioters-lawyer-claims-he-was-groomed-by-president-trump-2lkwzc50k

Roman mall……………… 

SHOPPING MALLS WENT BIG IN THE LATE  80’S AND THE 1990’S. IT WAS GREAT FOR US IN THE WINTER. HOWEVER THEY ARE OUT OF FAVOUR, NOW WE HAVE STRIP MALLS. STORES AND RESTAURANTS ALL BUILT TOGETHER BUT NO COMMON HALLWAY. ANYHOW. LET US VIRTUALLY HEAD OFF TO ITALY 🇮🇹 SHALL WE? RAISE YOUR HAND IF YOU WANT TO COME ALONG!😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣. WE ALL KNOW HADRIANS WALL ACROSS THE U.K. BUILT CENTURIES AGO. HERE THERE ARE CHEEKILY CALLING IT HADRIANS MALL😂😂😂🤣🤣🙂. EXCAVATIONS HAVE UNEARTHED, OF ALL THINGS, WHAT APPEARS TO BE A SHOPPING MALL😮😮😮! 

https://www.thetimes.co.uk/article/early-shopping-centre-gives-a-glimpse-of-life-in-ancient-rome-r6plxtcfv

PART OF THE ARTICLE….

An imperial palace in Rome that housed one of the earliest examples of a shopping centre is to reopen for the first time in 40 years after repairs to prevent it crashing on to the Forum below.

When visitors are allowed to return after lockdown, they will for the first time be able fully to explore the purpose-built, underground shopping centre created on the Palatine Hill by Emperor Hadrian in the 2nd century.

just a bit of a coin …………… 

BITCOIN, STILL GROWING, ALTERNATE MONEY. GOLD HAS BEEN GROWING AT RATE OF  STAGGERING VALUES , SILVER IS ALSO STARTING TO CLIMB QUICKLY. NOW BITCOIN IS CONTINUING AS WELL. PEOPLE ARE LOOKING FOR SECURE AND SOLID  PLACES TO INVEST THEIR MONEY. 

https://www.cnbc.com/2021/02/12/how-much-youd-have-today-if-you-invested-100-in-bitcoin-in-2009.html

Shell out greenness ……………… 

SHELL, A MASSIVE PETROLEUM COMPANY US TRYING TO SHINE UP IT’S IMAGE AS A FOSSIL FUEL BASED COMPANY. THEY ARE ANNOUNCING THE BILLIONS THEY ARE AND HSVE INVESTED IN GREEN ENERGY.

https://energy.economictimes.indiatimes.com/news/renewable/shell-says-to-invest-5-6-billion-annually-in-green-energy/80860494

gay Dixon ?? ………

VERY INTERESTING. DIXON OF DOCK, WAS A BRIT POLICE SHOW BETWEEN 1955 - 1976. BASED ON A REAL POLICEMAN WHO OPENLY LIVED A VERY ACTIVE HOMOSEXUAL LIFE. IT WAS ILLEGAL THEN! HE TRAVELLED IN ELITE CIRCLES DESPITE BEING, I BELIEVE A BEAT COP IR BOBBY. YOU KNOW KIDS, IN THE DAYS BEFORE SOCIAL MEDIA AND THE 24 HOURS NEWS CYCLE.  WHERE EVERYTHING IS BREAKING NEWS CUE DRAMATIC MUSIC, PEOPLE JUST LIVED. 

THIS IS AN AMAZING STORY. 

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-9255561/How-inspiration-TV-bobby-officer-no-secret-sexuality.html

no more questions.

MR TRUMP’S LAWYERS HAVE RESTED THEIR CASE AT THE SENATE. IT US ALL BUT A CERTAINTY THE VOTE WILL BE IN HIS FAVOUR UNLESS MANY REPUBLICANS SUDDENLY BREAK RANK.

https://www.cbsnews.com/live-updates/trump-impeachment-trial-day-4-2021-02-12/

Thank you😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

2/12/21

ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES 

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

Thank you PG!  Much appreciated....😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

2/12/21

#Ask Skippy #submission

[kakenaku]

what are your thoughts about idols venturing into dramas? and do you have someone in mind that you think did really well when they got casted? 😊

Oh wow anon, this is actually a pretty interesting question!

I would say first off that I don’t have a problem with it if they’ve put a lot of effort into preparing (ie. acting lessons, learning accents…etc) or if they just have a real knack for it. One thing I feel kind of bad about is when really skilled actors who have been acting for years still play supporting roles when an idol comes in as a lead straight away. I understand though since its all about profit and marketing, not about who the most talented ones are.

For idols I thought did a good job:

Park Jinyoung (Got7)- He is Psychometric

I might be biased since im a fan (quite obvious lmao) but he did a fantastic job as Lee Ahn in a pretty demanding drama. He put a huge amount of effort into preparing for fight scenes and pictures of his script covered in annotations showed his dedication. In conclusion i miss Ahn and i hope to see Jinyoung on screen again, but not any time soon since my boy is super busy.

Im Siwan (ZE:A)- Hell is other People, Misaeng, The Merciless

The first drama role i saw him in was Misaeng and he stole all our hearts, then he goes on to act in one of the most twisted dramas as the troubled Jongwoo. I’m also a huge fans of his movies, including The Attorney (which made me cry so much). This man is honestly a chameleon, there’s nothing he can’t do.

Lee Hyeri (Girls Day)- Reply 1988, Hyde Jekyll Me

There was no way I wasn’t going to include the person who brought Deoksun to life. I didn’t enjoy Two Cops but that was mainly because of the whole sexual assault blackmailing thing that went on, but nothing about her acting. I’ve only seen her in bubbly roles so i’m interested to see if she could do dark roles.

Do Kyungsoo (EXO)- Hello Monster, Its Okay thats Love

Probably the idol actor that comes to most minds simply because he is brilliant. He’s incredible at the darker roles and the way he expresses himself in dramatic scenes just has me speechless (we all know that one scene in IOTL).

Lee Junho (2pm)- Just Between Lovers, Confession, Chief Kim

Like Siwan, Junho has been acting for a while and it really shows. He blew us all away as Kang Doo and he made everyone laugh their asses off with his chemistry with Namgoong Min in Chief Kim. I seriously cannot wait for his return to dramaland as i’m sure he’ll surprise us all once again.

Jung Eunji (Apink)- Reply 1997, Cheer Up

From the few things i’ve seen her in, Eunji really does a great job in comedic roles. Although Reply 97 wasn’t my favourite of the series (nothing can beat ‘88) she certainly was a really fun lead. She did a horror movie this year but i’m a scaredy-cat so I won’t be watching that.

Bonus: Singer/actors that I don’t count as idols

IU- My Mister, Moon Lovers, Hotel Del Luna (Manweol i miss you)

Seo Inguk- Shopping King, Hello Monster, Reply 1997 (you know you’re good when people forget you’re even a singer- and a good one at that)

Uee (ex-After School)- Hogu’s Love, My Husband Oh Jakdoo (I don’t see Uee mentioned a lot but i actually enjoy her acting)

Lee Hongki (FT Island)- Hw*yugi, Modern Farmer (are FTisland idols? I don’t even know honestly)

Lee Joon (ex MBLAQ)- My Father is Strange, Gapdong (ok i only watched like 4 episodes but he was great)

Sorry anon, you didn’t ask for a list but I thought I’d make one anyways simply because i’m indecisive and can’t pick just one.

#anon #answered #kdrama asks #if i missed anyone out it was intentional <3

[the-gedonelune-times]

Facing Fears: Together

@ Anon who sent in the ask about the Caesar getting scared by the spider. I really hope you enjoy 😂 this was pretty fun to write not going to lie and I hope you get a few laughs in or even a few coos at the fluffy goodness that is Golden Bacon. 💙

“Alfonse darling, you really should pick this place up a little more, I mean look at all these textbooks that are strung about.”

“Oh, hey! I forgot about some of those.” Alfonse spoke up excitedly as he grabbed one of the books from Caesar’s hands. “I remember this one. It was one of the first books I had bought myself, right before I traveled with the Ministry caravan.” He gave a soft blow on the cover of the book, sending dust particles flying about.

“Then go and put these up on the shelves where they belong.” Caesar handed the rest of the books over with a soft sigh. “I came here to have lunch with my boyfriend who I haven’t seen much up the last week but it appears I’m your personal maid.”

Alfonse chuckled. “To be fair, you’d be pretty cute in a maid outfit in your little piggy form.”

“I’d rather not.” Caesar replied quickly.

“Don’t worry, I won’t. But I can’t promise that you won’t end up turning into your piggy form at some point.”

“Is that your way of saying you want to kiss me?”

“Maybe.” Alfonse grinned as he gave his boyfriend a quick peck on the cheek before stacking the books neatly on the shelves.

“You’re not going to put them on the bookshelf?”

“Not right now, I might want to skim over one of them in a little bit. Having them closer to me, for now, sounds like the best option for me.”

“If you say so.” Caesar shrugged while walking over to grab a broom but just as he reached to grab it, the broom fell down, sliding down behind a nearby potion rack “Seriously?”

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah, luck just isn’t with me right now.” Caesar muttered while trying to squeeze his arm through the narrow crack.

“What happened?”

“The broom fell behind here.”

“Oh, here, let me grab the potions and stuff off there and help you move the rack.”

Each of them would take two potions at a time, careful not to drop any as they sat them on a nearby table. As the last of them were placed, Caesar began pushing the rack, realizing that it was now light enough to be moved by one person. With the broom in his sigh, he quickly bent down and grabbed hold of it and was about to move the rack back when he caught sight of an oddly placed latch. Upon closer inspection, he realized that there was an old worn down door with chipped wood. 

“Did you know this was here, Alfonse?” Caesar asked curiously as he reached his free hand out to touch the latch.

“No...I don’t.” Alfonse answered from behind Caesar as he peered at the latch. “Most of the stuff that was in this clinic has been here for a while, even before I took over. The only thing that’s happened was minor repairs and renovation. Most of these things haven’t been touched.”

“Still, you didn’t notice anything odd while you were stocking the potions in the rack?”

Alfonse crossed his arms. “The minute I entered here, I was swamped with patients with the Black Robe Plague. I didn’t exactly have time to stop and look around.”

“Right, sorry.” Caesar rubbed the back of his head as he averted his eyes. “But hey.” his voice perked up. “Maybe now we can do some of that investigating.”

“Well…” Alfonse’s voice began to trail off.

“We don’t have any patients and it’s almost lunch. We’ll have plenty of time to take a quick peek and then put everything back.”

A smile curved on Alfonse’s lips as he nodded in agreement. Without a moment’s hesitation, Caesar dropped the broom he had in his hand, to the ground as he began to wiggle the latch; moving it little by little until there was a small click. Caesar took a small step back as he pushed the door open with his outstretched hand. An eerie cold began to sweep the area, causing a chill to go down their spines. There was no telling what lied in the dark depths of the room, the only thing that Caesar could even remotely make out looked like a switch of some kind.

He shot a quick glance at Alfonse before turning his attention back to the switch, taking a deep breath as he steeled himself for whatever could be lying inside. Once he stepped in, his eyes began adjusting to the darkness, making his vision a bit blurry. His fingers brushed against the wall until he could feel something as cold as the steel of a sword. He quickly identified it as the switch and flipped it up, a dim flashing of light following after as the light bulb came to life,

Though dim, Caesar could at least make out things better, taking note of the many different jars and bottles filled with mysterious things. Most things were so badly covered in dust and cobwebs that it was hard to really tell what anything was, well apart from books, papers, and the likes. 

“Caesar? What’s in there?”

“Well, there’s a lot of dust, dirt, cobwebs, you know, the usual stuff you could find in some haunted building.”

“There’s nothing else?”

“There looks like there are some pretty old grimoires and mysteriously filled jars. This whole room needs a good cleaning and then it can be used as a nice storage area. We could really use the space.”

“I agree. Maybe we can get started on it after I close up the clinic?”

“Or…”

“Or?”

“I could go ahead and start on it now and we can have this finished up soon so we can get it out the way and not have to worry about it later.”

“All by yourself?”

“You can repay me by having lunch with me tomorrow.” Caesar winked before getting right to work. Alfonse, on the other hand, had a small blush on his face as he turned away slightly bashful before smiling. That was definitely something he could do. 

Fifteen minutes had to have passed by and only a couple of people had ended up stumbling into the clinic with minor things, each treatable with a simple prescription. During that time, Caesar had done quite a bit, but it still looked like he had barely made a dent. Taking his hand, he wiped at his brow before going to move a large box and place it outside of the doo. Alfonse, whose interest had piqued, called out to him.

“Are there any more boxes like that? I could probably help move some out of the way so you don’t trip on your way out.”

“Yeah there’s a few more like ….!”

All of a sudden, there was a loud crash as objects hit the floor, followed by a high-pitched squeal. His sudden interest turned to worry as he nearly tripped over his own feet to get to Caesar. There was another squeal as Aflonse reached the entrance and Caesar came bolting out in his piggy form, clearly shaken up from whatever it was in there.

“Caesar?! You’re…”

“*Oink, oink! *squeal!*” 

“Whatever is in there must have scared you so much that you turned into your piggy form. Is it still in there?”

“*SQUEAL*” 

“Alright, alright, I get it. Here, you just stay there, alright? I’ll go take care of it.” Alfonse said while smiling.

After poking his head in from the doorway, he found the culprit behind the whole mess. Hanging off the lightbulb by a thin string of web was a small spider. Not wanting to cause it harm, Alfonse went back to his station, grabbed a small glass jar and a piece of paper before taking it with him back into the little storage area. He took a deep breath, timing his movement carefully as he trapped the spider without shaking it up too much. It sat of the piece of paper, barely moving until Alfonse took it outside, watching as it scurried away.

Standing by the entrance to the clinic was a shaken up piggy who was too embarrassed to even come outside to thank Alfonse. Not that he needed to, Alfonse already knew. 

“It’s alright, you know.” Caesar tilted his head at his words. “Lots of people don’t like spiders. So don’t feel embarrassed. There are a lot of things I’m scared of too.” Alfonse turned around to face Caesar, watching as the little piggy’s face grew red.

“*Oink...oink oink. Oink *squeal*.”

“Regardless, I still love you, Caesar. No matter what.”

Alfonse had become good at understanding what Caesar was saying based on the tone of his squeals and his body language. He knew exactly what he needed right now and didn’t hesitate to give it to him. With a loving scoop, Alfonse held the Caesar to his chest and hugged him as he walked over to the sofa by one of the bookshelves in the corner. His lips drew close and rested on his head and with a puff of smoke, Caesar reverted back to normal, his blush still remaining.

“I know you said you wanted to overcome your fear, but even so, we have all the time in the world.” Alfonse brought Caesar’s hand to his face as he placed a soft kiss. “You won’t be going through it alone, I’ll be right here for you every step of the way, got it?”

“I...I get it.”

“You know what we need?”

“What?”

“A distraction.” Suddenly, Alfonse’s stomach growled.”How does a late lunch sound?”

Caesar softly smiled. “Wonderful. But what about the clinic?”

“I’ll put the sign up in the front of the door. Today’s a slow day anyway. So go ahead and head out, I’ll catch up with you shortly.” Caesar nodded and took his leave. 

Alfonse kept to his word and the two of them held hands as they walked down the street together. Fears, no matter big or small are difficult to deal with, but today, Caesar learned that no matter what, he didn’t have to be ashamed of his fear, nor would he be alone to deal with it. Alfonse would be there to help him every step of the way.

#wizardess heart #alfonse goldstein #caesar raphael #caesar baroque #golden bacon #fluff

[nomadicism]

To be honest, I'm not that surprised that Voltes V is being adapted into la before Voltron. Voltes V is extremely popular in the Philippines, even now. While I think Voltron was big in North America during it's time, it's not nearly as popular as was back in the 80s, even with the Netflixs series. It's like how Saint Seiya is still super beloved in Latin America to this day, despite it being made in the 80s.

Hi Anon, thank you for the Ask!

I’m surprised-and-not-surprised that Voltes V will be adapted into live-action before Voltron, both for the reasons you mentioned, but more importantly, it’s because when IP holders of cartoons (doesn’t matter what cartoon it is) attempt to get a live-action film made, they nearly always fail to get it made. Live-action TV series adaptations don’t do well either, for mostly the same reasons.

Note: I’m not counting live action adaptations of anime, b/c that’s a completely different beast.

My self-indulgent axiom is: The moment that there is an announcement about a cartoon being made into a live-action film or series, is the moment that such a thing ever happening dies on the vine. There are quite a few of them languishing in movie rights limbo, so I never take it seriously. 

There are a lot of factors involved as to why they fail to get made, but the biggest reason has to do with special effects budget/capabilities vs perceptions about how much money the potential audience will bring in. Since cartoons in the US are for children—obviously, they don’t have to be, but sadly that’s the widespread cultural belief—then that limits what can be done for a film that is based on a cartoon. This isn’t the same as an original animated film that is not adapted from an existing cartoon.

Basically, PG, PG-13, and R movies bring in more money. TV series face the same issue, even though live-action series traditionally bring in more ad revenue. The special effects budgets that would be required to adapt most cartoons (given the fantastical content) practically demand a movie adaptation rather than an on-going series, or mini-series.

Rated G movies can bring in mountains of money (especially if you’re Disney), and even then, Disney’s live-action films (notably based on IP that Disney purchased and are not even uniquely Disney) bring in more than their most beloved animated films, and no Disney G-rated film has broken $1B. Their top grossing animated film to date is the 2019 Lion King, which, being realistic CG, effectively makes it a live-action film. 

Frozen and the recent CG Lion King (2019) are in Disney’s top 10 as of 2019, and they are both rated PG. CG Lion King is #7 and Frozen is #15 of all top grossing films. FWIW, CG Lion King is ‘realistic’ to the point where I don’t think it really counts for what I’m on about here. Its realistic look makes it indistinguishable from the rest of the top 10 highest grossing films to date.

No company wants to spend tens of millions (or more) to make a cartoon into live-action if they have to keep it rated G, and they have to keep it rated G due to audience perceptions and expectations. The Scooby Doo movie got to dodge that a bit for some reasons that are unique to its franchise and audience (also, they still had to cut content/tone it down to avoid the R rating). The live-action He-Man movie is a good example of everything that could possibly go wrong, and I suspect that its infamous failure still looms large in the minds of those who write checks to produce movies.

The Michael Bay Transformers movies did well b/c the technology was there to make them look good, they were PG-13, and Bay’s “explode all the things” film-aesthetic was hit the right notes in the zeitgeist of the time. Even if I don’t really like the Bayformers, I can still respect them for bringing something fresh to the franchise, and looking damn good for CG robots.

Compare their success against, the animated Transformers: The Movie. That one did not do well in theaters and the more mature themes caught fans and viewers by surprise and—as much as I love the movie—many parents and kids were upset by it at the time and I agree with the reasons why. I also saw it in theaters as a kid and was upset at the time, but eventually grew to love it. That movie is another example of just how tricky it is to bridge the cartoon-to-film gap, even when animated. The Bayformers movies bridged the gap right (again, even though I’m not a fan of them, I respect them for what they are). I can’t think of any cartoon-to-live-action film that made the adaptation gap as well as the Transformers did. Obvs, there is no live-action TV series for Transformers. It can’t be done.

TMNT did well for the first two films, but again, they were films and not a TV series.

What follows is speculation on my part:

In the case of IP like Voltron or Robotech, I suspect that the reason why they have been in movie rights limbo for so long is to prevent someone else from buying the rights and making a movie of the original source material. Even a shitty Golion or Macross live-action movie could harm WEP or Harmony Gold’s control or water down their vision for the IP. Voltron and Robotech are unique b/c technically, a Japanese studio could have gone to production on a live action Golion or Macross movie, but if the license to make them is tied up with American studio/production houses (and royalties being paid where applicable) will prevent that. This doesn’t mean that WEP or Harmony Gold couldn’t challenge said hypothetical Japanese studio over an adaptation, but it would be a legal battle that no one wants. The rights get tied up indefinitely simply to keep another studio from buying them and possibly making the film and doing a great job of it.

It’s such a Cold War mentality, but I can’t see any other rationale for it other than WEP and Harmony Gold being really awful at brand and IP management to the point where they actually believe that a studio would risk millions on a live-action adaptation. At this point, Robotech would be more likely to get adapted since HG has the fire lit under their ass by looming copyright changes and that Sony was interested enough to get involved. They’ve got like 2 years to make that happen so we’ll see.

How this relates to Voltes V:

Since Voltes V is an anime, a live-action adaptation won’t be bound by the same expectations for content rating, especially if it is not being made for an American audience that expects rated G or family-friendly PG. The love for Voltes V among Filipinos puts the IP into a special place, and it’s probably a lot like Transformers, where there are a lot of older fans who are waiting to see their beloved show get some attention, whether big screen or small. There is that legacy audience plus the popularity of robot anime and video games in the region gives a Voltes V a good chance at a live-action TV adaptation.

To me this means that, since this adaptation won’t be a movie, but instead will be a “seasonal” series, that it’s going to do well enough for the Philippines, and probably have a quality similar to more recent Ultraman series, or Power Rangers. They don’t have to go all-in like a big budget Hollywood film, or an HBO drama. I’m curious if this live-action is actually live-action + CG, or if it’s going to be all CG animation that’s mostly realistic looking but also stylized.

Whatever happens, I’ll be happy to see Voltes V get made b/c it’s a fun-and-interesting story that deserves more attention, and it’s really a shame that there was never a reboot or remake. If it does well, then maybe Toei might bring it back in animated form.

#voltes v #超電磁マシーン ボルテスＶ #live action #ask me anything #anonymous #sorry for the info dump #sort of thing needs detail tho

[rogertayloriskindacool]

don’t waste your time - Roger Taylor x Reader

I got two anon requests about the reader being insecure and shit so this is what I came up with... It’s kind of lame, I don’t know. I just wanted to write something.

description: You can’t be with Roger anymore. He deserves better.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: angst, haha (and some bad words, omg)

"I feel like we haven't talked properly in a while", Roger walks up to me sitting on the sofa. I'm in the middle of reading a book so I don't answer him immediately. When I'm done with the page, I place the book on my lap.

"What do you mean? You hang out at my flat all the time", I look at him pretending to be confused. I know we haven't really talked in a while, but I don't really want to talk about not talking. I've been trying to push him away. I need to break up with him. I can’t waste his time any more.

Roger tries putting his arm around me and I stand up.

"I really need to shower", I walk to the shower leaving Roger confused and alone. I lock the door, sit down leaning to the door and take a deep breath. I hear Roger on the other side of the door. 

"Love, what's wrong?", he seems so worried I have to bite my lip so hard so I wouldn't cry. I don't deserve him.

"I'm okay. I just really need to wash my hair", I turn on the shower as if I was there. I go back to sit on the floor. 

"Baby, let me in. I know something's wrong", I hear him and start crying. He can't hear me, though. Not through the noise the shower's making. 

I can hear him trying to open the door with a knife or something. I know I should just hop in the shower and pretend I’m okay but I don't care. I don't care if he sees me like this anymore. Maybe he'll get it too. He's too good for me. He could get any girl he ever dreams about and I'm just a fat fuck he ended up with for no reason. He doesn't even love me, I'm just around.

He gets the door open and I'm just staring at a wall some tears falling down my cheeks. He immediately panics, sits down next to me and puts his arms around me.

Roger doesn't say anything for a few minutes and we just sit there. We just sit there his arms around me. 

"What can I do to help?", he says, not exactly sure what's wrong with me.

"Just leave me. Leave me be with my ugly self and just ugh...", I sob.

"Why would I ever leave you? I love you, you know this. And you calling yourself ugly might be the biggest lie I've ever heard", Roger wipes away some of the tears on my cheeks. 

"No, seriously. Don't lie to me. You could get anyone. Why the hell would you just settle down with me? Don’t waste your time on me"

"I love you. More than I've loved anyone, ever. You mean everything to me and even the thought of being with anyone else is outrageous", he hugs me even tighter, if that's even possible. Roger stands up and turns off the shower.  

"That's... I don't believe you. You're just keeping me around to have someone, so you wouldn't feel lonely whenever you're too lazy to find one of those sluts to fuck", I look at him and he seems so hurt by my words. 

"I- I'm gonna go home", he walks away.

I did it. I made him go away. 

-----

It's been a few days and I haven't heard anything from Roger. I've collected all of his stuff to a bag and placed it next to the front door. I'm just waiting for him to come and get it. 

He will, I know. 

He's finally done with me. 

He's finally found someone better. 

I've mostly cried during these few days. I did my school work but skipped classes just to lay in bed. I've been eating random things I have in the freezer, too lazy to go to a store. I even ran out of coffee which I desperately need but I don't want to go outside. 

The doorbell's ringing and I don't want to get up. Whoever's there can just fuck off.

But they don't stop. I hear knocking and the doorbell and maybe even someone yelling. I grab my blanket, wrap it around myself and walk to the door. As I open it I see Roger's sad face. He's holding two cups of coffee.

"Can I come in?", he asks almost whispering. I nod and he walks in. He sees the bag full of his stuff next to the door and stops right there. 

"I- I love you. I love you so much", he's not even looking at me, he's just looking at the bag on the floor. I feel some tears forming in my eyes but I do my best not to let them fall.

"I love you so much and I won't let you give up on us... as long as you love me. And I know you do. That's why you think you don’t deserve me", he looks straight into my eyes and I can see his eyes watering too.  

"But it's not true. I'm actually pretty sure I don't deserve you. You're the kindest and the sweetest of all. You make me laugh, you make me happy and you are the most beautiful person I've ever seen walk on this Earth. You're stunning and no one will ever beat you. I would never look at anyone else the same way I look at you."

There's a tear on Roger's cheek and I walk a bit closer to wipe it away. 

"I want to believe you so much, but I just... I don't think I'm enough for you. I'm not a perfect model who is just perfect in every way and", Roger cuts me off with a kiss.

"You. Are. Perfect. Please, don't fight me on this. I don't want to lose you. Ever", his hand are on my hips and I'm staring into his pretty blue eyes. He lets go of my hips and puts his hand in his pocket. 

He drops on one knee and pulls out a box out of his pocket. He opens it and there's a ring inside. 

I'm speechless. 

"You are the love of my life. Will you marry me and make me the happiest I could possibly be?"

#roger taylor x reader #roger taylor #roger taylor imagine