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ladytauria · 11 months ago

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genuinely can't remember what ships i've sent you already but WHO CARES. “You’d sound so good begging for it.” for jaysteph wahooo

i love jaysteph so much <3

this... came out a little different from my usual, i think? i blame the song i was listening to at the time <3 (which is also where i took the title from, altho. there's another line in there i want to use at some point xD)

anyway!!

i hope you like this <3

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They’re kissing again.

It’s almost routine at this point. Whatever they’re doing—sparring, casework, studying, watching a movie, playing games—it’s never very long before they end up making out. Even when they’re apart, Jason finds himself thinking about her, and the next time he’ll get to see her again.

It’s—

They're not dating. Haven't really talked about anything yet, either, but there's something��

His nose is filled with the scent of her perfume—violets and vanilla. He tastes strawberry chapstick and grape soda. His hands are on her waist, her shirt rucking up beneath his palms. She’s got one hand in his curls, the other on his chest, palming his pec.

This time... she invited him to study in her bedroom. He thinks, maybe—

Her hand slips from his hair. He barely has time to mourn before she’s shoving him backwards. He bounces a little on the mattress—he hears one of the pillows fall to the floor as he takes a breath, quick and sharp. Steph grabs his wrists, pinning his hands on either side of his head as her knees bracket his hips.

Her hair falls to frame his face; the soft strands tickling his skin, making him shiver.

Jason’s tongue darts out; swiping over his bottom lip. She tracks it with dark eyes—he draws it back into his mouth, and Steph chases it, kissing him again.. Her tongue traces the seam of his lips; he opens to it, moaning when she pushes in, licking into him, over his tongue, his teeth, exploring every crevice of his mouth.

It’s—

Jason’s head spins, wrists flexing under her grip, his stomach jumping.

He can’t help but chase her when her tongue leaves his mouth. He feels Steph’s mouth twitch—she nips him. He shudders, gasping, and her teeth catch his lip, rolling it between them.

Jason whimpers.

Steph stills. When she pulls back, her eyes are dark and heavy-lidded, lashes kissing her cheeks. “That was hot,” she breathes against his mouth. “Do it again.”

He—

He’s whimpering again before he even thinks about it.

Steph groans. She grinds down on him, her grip tightening on his wrists. He hopes— Somewhere in his mind, he hopes she leaves bruises.

A whine leaves him—a shaky, stuttery thing. He feels hot, hot, hot; the room suddenly burning, blazing.

“Fuck,” Steph swears. She kisses him again, hard and brief, pulling away to whisper. “Shit, baby. I bet you’d sound so good begging for it.”

“Please.” He’d been— He’d been hoping, maybe, that tonight they’d do something more than just kiss.

Steph shudders. “Fuck— Jason,” she says, the same desperation and want he feels plain in her voice. In the way she says his name. “If— Tell me. Tell me if you don’t want this,” she says, searching his face.

“Steph,” he says. “Stephanie— I want it. I want you. Please.”

She shudders again, and then her mouth crashes against his again. She squeezes his wrists again, like a warning, so when her hands slip down his arms, he leaves them there. She pulls his shirt up, skimming her fingers over his skin. It makes him shudder, shake.

Steph swallows his gasp as she palms both pecs in his hands, cupping and squeezing them. She nips his lip again; pulls back just enough to whisper, “Nn— Such pretty tits, honey.” Her thumbs swipe over his nipples. He shudders, sparks making his fingers tingle.

“S-sensitive,” he tells her. She groans. She slips down his body. Her lips wrap around one of his pecs—nipple and flesh engulfed in soft, wet heat. He throws his head back, groaning, arching up into her.

Her teeth scrape over his nipple right as she rakes her nails down his sides.

“A-ah—” His answering gasp is high and breathy.

His boxers are wet—he’s, he thinks it might be spreading into his jeans. He wants—

“Please.” He raises his hips, voice full of need.

Steph pulls off of his chest with a pop, swollen lips shining with spit. She cups him through his clothes, squeezing—the pressure is— His hands curl into fists, a breathy keen in his throat.

“Look at you,” she breathes. “Falling apart for me.”

There’s no room left for to blush; Jason’s face is already flushed and hot with desire. He whimpers instead, and she flashes a grin at him before popping open the button on his jeans one-handed. The zipper comes down easy, and he lifts his hips so she can work his jeans down. That takes both hands; Steph sitting back on his haunches to pull them down his thighs. His boxers follow, caught in the denim, and then his cock springs free between them.

Steph’s nails are painted a pale shade of lilac—she trails the tip of one finger down Jason’s cock. He jerks, whines, wanting more than just a ghost of a touch. Steph glances up at him. There’s only a thin sliver of blue in her eyes now; the black of her pupils has swallowed the rest of the color. He can see himself in her eyes, the mess he’s become under her attention.

It’s—

“Needy looks good on you,” Steph tells him, right before she claims his mouth again; her fist wrapping around the base of his cock. His arms twitch—aching to grab her, pull her close. But he— He leaves them where she puts them, and— She smiles against his mouth, a silent approval that makes something in him quiver.

“Steph,” he says, against her lips. “Steph— I want. Can I— Let me see you. Please.”

Steph nips his lip, and then eases off of him. “Finish stripping,” she orders, while reaching for the hem of her own shirt.

Jason has never been so quick to follow an instruction before. He pulls his shirt off, tossing it in the vague direction of Steph’s closet. At his jeans—Jason pauses, snagging the condom he’d tucked away, just in case. He doesn’t look at Steph when he sets it on the nightstand.

Then he goes back to his jeans. It takes a little more to get them off, at least until he gets them off the thickest part of his thigh. After that, it’s nothing to kick them and his boxers to the floor.

His socks come off last.

Steph takes her top and jeans off first, leaving her in matching purple panties and bra. Jason’s fingers itch to take them off, but he keeps his hands to himself. Instead, he watches her as she reaches around behind herself, pushing her breasts together as she undoes the band. She shrugs her shoulders, the straps falling down her shoulders before she pulls it off and tosses it.

Then her thumbs hook in the panties, pulling them off first one leg, and then the other; leaving her as bare as he is.

She straddles him again—his hands go back to resting on either side of his head, palms up.

Steph smiles approvingly. “Good,” she praises softly, skimming a nail down the line of his throat. Jason shivers, a breathy noise escaping him. It’s just as much from the slight scratch of it as it is the gentle praise.

She settles down onto his thighs—he can feel the dewy heat of her. He— He wants.

“Steph,” he says, pleads. “I want— Can I taste you? Please?”

Her eyes widen, mouth parting briefly in surprise. Then she smiles; sunny and pleased. “With those manners? Hell yeah, baby.” She goes to slide off of him. His hands jerk, rising a few inches before he remembers himself. Then he shakes his head.

“I— Sit on my face,” he blurts.

Steph stills again. She— She hesitates at that. “Are you sure, honey?”

“Yes,” he says. “Yes, I’m sure.”

Her eyes flicker over his face. Whatever she sees there seems to settle her, because rather than climb off of him, she climbs up him. “You can use your hands,” she says, as her thighs bracket his head.

Her scent—

It makes Jason’s mouth water. Thick, musky, a little sharp. Her folds glisten; her clit already poking out of its hood. He wraps his hands around her thighs—they’re soft under his hands, but he can feel the cords of muscle under the fat. The power hidden below the softness. He pulls her down, licking a hot line between her outer lips; moaning as the taste of her blooms on his tongue.

She groans, hips rocking a little.

Jason licks again—and again, before bringing his thumbs around to spread her open, allowing him to lick deeper. He runs the flat of his tongue over her twitching, fluttering hole and all the way up to the underside of her clit.

“A-ah— Jason—”

He swipes his tongue over her clit again before circling her hole a few times and probing inside. The muscles flutter and clench around it; Steph gasps, high and pretty, rocking down against him, smearing her wetness against his face.

Jason pumps his tongue in and out a few times, and then goes back to licking over her lips. He traces letters—feels her thighs clench and quiver around him, and then—

Steph laughs breathily. “Your name?”

Jason doesn’t grin, but the corners of his eyes crinkle when he looks up at her. Y-E-S, he spells.

Steph laughs again. One of her hands tangles in his hair—the other is still braced against the wall. “Do it again,” she demands—

Jason does. Steph’s hips work, rotating in slow circles over his mouth. Steph is vocal above him—every sound she makes spurs Jason further. When he finishes the N, he noses his way back up to her clit, wrapping his lips around it. He’s gentle—circling it with his tongue, gauging her sensitivity.

Then—he sucks.

Steph shouts, thighs clamping tight around his head, grinding down onto his face. He encourages it, pulls her down harder, until she’s fucking his face. Slick rolls down his chin, his neck; she’s making an utter mess of him, and he loves it, moaning into her.

Jason lets go of her clit, going back to her lips and hole—switching between them all until, finally, Steph’s hand tightens painfully in his hair, hand smacking on the wall, her whole body shaking as she comes.

He licks her through it, until she’s easing off of him, her chest heaving as she pants. She glistens with sweat, her skin pink and flushed. She grabs his face in her hands, pulling him up onto his elbows so she can kiss him hard and fierce, seemingly uncaring of her slick smeared all over him.

When she pulls back, a thread of spit connects them. She sweeps her thumbs over his cheeks. “Think you can be still while I ride you?”

Jason moans, high and needy. “Yes.”

She flashes a smile at him. “Good,” she purrs. “Hands above your head, Jay.”

He raises them over his head, crossing them at the wrist. Steph hums her approval before kissing him briefly. She sits back on her haunches, snatching the condom from the bedside table. Jason groans as she rips it open with her teeth, trembling when she works it over his cock.

She grips the base of him—his hips twitch. It’s an effort to stay still, especially when she straddles him, lining the tip of his cock up with her entrance. She moves, back and forth, letting her slick smear on the latex.

Jason expects her to sink down slowly. Instead, she flashes him a brief smile; a quick flash of teeth and then—

Slams her hips down, burying him inside of her in one, quick thrust.

Both of them shout—Jason’s whole body jerks. He shakes with the effort to stay still, his breaths coming quick and sharp, chest heaving. He wishes he could feel the slickness of her, but— It’s enough to feel her molten heat, and the quiver of her muscles, the way she clenches around him like a vice.

Steph stays there for a moment, letting her breathing slow. She runs her hands up his sides, caressing his skin.

“Look at you,” she murmurs. “You look so good spread out in my bed, Jason.”

Jason moans breathily in response, wishing his tongue didn’t feel so thick and clumsy. He wants to tell her how gorgeous she is, how good she feels, how much Jason wants her, and likes her—

Steph smiles at him. Her hands splay on his chest, using him to support her weight when she bends down and kisses him. Her hair falls like a curtain around them, tickling over his arms, his cheeks. “If you keep looking at me like that,” she whispers, “I’m going to have no choice but to make you mine.” She bites his jaw this time; the sharp pain of it making him whimper.

“Please,” he says. “Pleasepleaseplease—”

She groans; a low, guttural sound that sinks straight to his core. Her nails bite into his skin—he twitches, another, higher whimper tumbling from his mouth.

“Fuck,” she hisses.

She rises. Tosses her hair over her shoulders. Then, she grips onto his waist and starts to move.

The pace she sets is almost punishing. It drives every thought from his head; the only thing he can focus on the waves of pleasure crashing through his body. It drowns him. He can hear, faintly, the flood of noise coming from his mouth but it’s all distant, like his head is underwater.

He barely manages to stutter out a warning when his peak crests. “G-gonna—”

Steph rubs his sides. “Wanna feel you,” she demands—and he comes, muscles seizing, hips lifting, cock twitching as he spills inside of her.

“Fuck.” Steph swears, vehemently, above him. “You’re so fucking pretty, Jason—” She’s barely rising off of him now, focusing on gyrating her hips instead, rubbing her clit against his skin until, finally— She shudders, head to toe, everything draining from her as she comes a second time.

She slips off of him, collapsing down in the bed beside him. Jason sits up for a moment, just long enough to remove the condom, tying it off before dropping it in the bin. He lies down again after, and Steph doesn’t hesitate to nuzzle into his chest, one of her hands splaying over his stomach. Jason winds one arm around her shoulders, then settles his other hand over hers.

“Stay the night?” Steph whispers against his skin.

Jason exhales slowly. “Yeah.”

She hums. “We c’n— We c’n talk in the morning.” She turns her face more into his chest, and then whispers, “Meant what I said. Wanna— Wanna keep you.”

Jason shivers. He’s— He’s more than okay with that. “In the morning,” he says, his voice just as thick with fatigue as hers.

She makes a soft noise of agreement. “And a shower, in a minute.”

Yeah. That sounds pretty good too.

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callsigndragon · 2 years ago

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Seeing Red | Ch. 22: Unpleasant visitor ✍️

Word count: 3.3k (it's a long one, y'all)

Warnings: TOP GUN HUBBY & DAD AGENDA BROUGHT TO YOU BY YOUR HUMBLE WRITER. mentions of the past, mentions of sex, sad, fluff and bit of laughter all mixed together, bit of jealous jake. mentions of drinks aaaand swearing here and there.

A/N: okay y'all, this is a long one, and there's gonna be some INTERESTING things coming soon. We're getting closer to the truth, babes. Just wait a bit longer.

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“Ava, don’t go near the water without us!” Reuben raises his voice so his daughter can hear him, but she’s more occupied running around with her new friend, Liam.

“How do you feel about having Liam as your future son-in-law?” You joke, recording a video of Liam, Ava, and Ted laughing while chasing each other.

“His mom raised him well. I can’t ask for anything better.” He follows your joke, smiling and sitting down with you. “I bet it was hard. It is hard for me and Jazz, but we have each other.”

“It wasn’t easy. I had my mom, fortunately. But yeah, it was a challenge.”

“Did you regret it?” He looks into Jake’s blue cooler, filled with drinks and some food.

“Never. He’s the love of my life.” You smile, showing him a picture of the three kids. “And those are yours.”

“Look at my babies. It’s funny because when I met my wife, I thought I would never love someone as much as I loved her.” He chuckles and zooms in on the photo on your phone. “And then Ava came. She wasn’t planned, you know.”

You nod, watching Liam play with the sand. “Liam wasn’t either. Well, you know that already.”

Mickey sits in front of you, a bottle of sunscreen in his hands. “Can you help me?”

“Am I the designated mom of the group?” You laugh, getting the bottle out of Mickey’s hands.

“Before you came, it was Sarge.”

“Sarge?” You put sunscreen on his back, making sure that everything’s covered.

“My wife. That’s her rank. She works at SDPD.”

“Woah, she must be an amazing woman.” You pat Mickey’s side. ��Done, Mickey”

“Thank you!” He turns around, puts on his glasses, and smiles. “What a good day with the family.”

“Yeah, when you don’t have a black eye.” Rooster groans, taking a soda can out of the cooler and pressing it to his eye.

“Next time, don’t go around spreading false information.” Phoenix sits next to Mickey, handing him some fruit. “You want?”

“Thank you, sweet lady.” He takes one grape and eats it. “Where’s Jake?”

You turn your head toward the kids, now being followed by a blonde, shirtless cowboy who pretends to be a dinosaur. “Being a kid.”

“Next one in line is Bob.” Phoenix says, moving when Javy returns from the car, so he can sit down. “Found the glasses?”

“Yeah, they fell to the floor. Were you talking about Bob?”

“Bob wants to be a father?” You ask Phoenix.

“Bob is on the way to being a father. Her wife is pregnant. That’s why they aren’t here today. Bob went to tell his in-laws.”

“Another baby to play with.” Mickey says in a singsong voice.

Jake comes back, and Payback moves so he can sit next to you. You roll your eyes behind your sunglasses. “Those kids can run a marathon.”

“We were saying before that Liam is gonna be Payback’s future son-in-law.” You inform him.

Jake nods, smiling. “I’m gonna have the prettiest grandkids.”

They start talking about the future, about Bob’s baby, weddings, and stuff, reminiscing about things from a time when you weren’t around. You smile and nod, laughing at the funny stories of how Payback and Bob met their girls, and it makes you remember your own story—how you met Jake five years ago.

“You’re thinking about it, too, right?” Jake whispers, his hand moving to your back as a way of calling your attention.

“You were the biggest idiot ever.” You laugh out loud, making the rest drop their conversations and enjoy the small but sweet interaction between you and Jake.

“Oh my, it’s the story of how you two met?” Nat grins, memories of that night coming to her mind.

“We need to know. Please.” Mickey begs, pointing at him and Payback. “And Bob. But he’s not here.”

"Well, it all happened-” you start, but you see a man approaching the kids, the sun hitting you in the face and blocking your vision. “Who’s that?”

All of you turn to look at the children. Liam is hiding behind Ava; Ted is unbothered, playing with a seashell he just found. Jake, Reuben, and you get up quickly and move towards the man, who turns out to be your boss. Cyclone. What is he doing here?

"You've gotta be kidding me.” Jake hisses under his breath, moving quickly to get his son. “Hey, Cyclone.”

“You’re all here! I was just talking with little Liam, but he seems to have forgotten about me already.” He tries to tickle Liam, whose first reaction is to hide his face in his dad’s neck. “He’s a bit shy, isn’t he?”

“Not really. Maybe he doesn’t like you.” Jake suggests with a smirk. You smack him on the head. “Not you too.”

“Don’t be a dick!” you whisper yell, before turning to Cyclone. “He sometimes forgets people quickly, yeah.”

“Red, you look beautiful in that sundress.” Cyclone comments, and a part of you cringes. Yeah, you’re not a fan of the kind of attention you’re getting.

“Oh, thank you.” You look at your watch, “I think it’s time for Liam to get an afternoon snack; we should head with the rest.”

“It’s been nice to meet you outside the academy,” Jake says, turning around and grabbing your hand with his free one, the other helping secure Liam, who is placed on his hip. “You want some fruit, bubs?”

“Bananas!” Liam grabs his dad’s ear, an odd habit he has picked up in the last few days.

“How do we ask things?”

“Bananas, please.” Liam corrects himself, smiling at his dad.

“That’s my boy,” Jake praises him, kissing his cheek. “Let’s go eat some bananas, with mama and dada.”

“You know what? I think I’m gonna stay for a bit.” Cyclone says, walking away from you and sitting down next to Mickey, who glances your way and pulls down his glasses, wide eyes asking what he can’t say aloud.

“Did he just invite himself?” Reuben asks, carrying a kid in each arm.

“Yep. Just like that.” You mutter, cleaning the sand off Liam’s feet.

“I swear to God that this man becomes more insufferable each day.”

“¿Qué cojones hace Cyclone aquí?” Mickey asks Phoenix, who just shrugs. (What the fuck is Cyclone doing here?)

“Ni idea. Pero parece que nadie le quiere aquí. ¿Se ha invitado él solo?” She answers him, glancing at Cyclone, who is trying to play with Ted, who is still very unbothered by his presence. (I don't know. But seems that nobody wants him here. Has he invited himself?)

“¿Este huevón está intentando conquistar a Roja?” (This asshole is trying to win Red over?)

“Eso creo.” (I think so)

“Voy a enseñarle a no meterse con las mujeres de otros.” Mickey clears his throat. “Hey, Red. You were about to tell us how you and Jake met.” (I'm gonna show him to not mess with other people's women)

“Oh no, please. That’s my most embarrassing story” Jake hides his face in Liam’s hair, who has fallen asleep. He’s wearing his dad’s t-shirt as a blanket, covering his body so he doesn’t get sunburned.

“Now I need to know,” Payback laughs while applying more sunscreen to Ava’s face.

“So, we met 5 years ago…” You begin, making Jake groan. You continue with a devilish smirk. “We were all in Pensacola, I just arrived and went to a bar, it was supposed to be an aviator bar, and I wanted to meet the locals and see who was gonna be my workmates.”

“Let me say that me and Red met at Top Gun, but we never met after that until that day.” Phoenix continues, filling in some details important to your story.

“Yeah, that’s right. Well, so I entered this bar…”

“The Cubi?” Mickey asks.

“Yeah, that one! It’s like a museum.”

“And the first thing she saw was me, the hottest girl at the pub.” Phoenix chimes in.

“Well, that was until Red walked in.” Jake points out, and you feel the heat rise to your cheeks.

“The thing is that I walked into the bar and talked for a while with Nat; she left to look for someone, and that’s when Hangman, in the flesh, decided to try his luck.”

Jake lifts a finger to interrupt. “In my defense, when I saw you, I had a feeling that you were a special girl, and that I shouldn’t waste my opportunity, or someone else would take you away from me.”

“I would have been that one.” Rooster comments, making you jump. You thought he had fallen asleep.

“Buddy, you should shut up before your right eye ends up like the left one.” Jake warns, making you snort. These two need to stop fighting. “Anyway, the more I talked to her, the more I noticed this feeling. It was something that I had never felt before. I was amazed by her beauty, her smile, and just her general aura.”

“But there was a problem!” Javy speaks with a mysterious tone. They are enjoying this so much.

“What problem? Please, tell me you didn’t have a boyfriend.” Mickey gasps, covering his mouth.

“I didn’t tell him I was an aviator, and he was bragging about his job.”

“No shit.”

“Language” Payback, Jake and you scold at the same time.

“Aaaah huevón, sigue.”

“Translation: Please, go on.” Reuben explains, and you shake your head.

“I know he didn’t say that.”

“You know Spanish?”

“The basics, I guess.”

You look at Cyclone, who has been oddly silent since the story began. His eyes are hidden behind his sunglasses, and you can’t know for sure what he’s thinking. Not that you care, honestly.

“Anyway, where were we?” Javy tries to remember.

“Jake being horny.” You signal, earning a nudge from the blonde man. “Auch.”

“Did I ever insinuate that I wanted to have a one-night stand with you?” Jake pushes his glasses down his nose, looking at you. Yeah, he’s telling the truth. There’s no way those emerald eyes can hide anything from you.

“Well, not really...” Now that he brings that up, it’s true. He was flirting like the world was ending the next day, and you were enjoying every second of it. Jake was a bit more egotistical back then, and he sure thought that he was the best pilot to ever enter the Naval Academy, but there was something that attracted you. His confident smile, maybe? The way he leaned closer to you whenever you talked, so he didn’t miss a single word? How he made you feel like the only girl in the bar? But not once did he try to get in your pants. “Wait, we spent the next three months being friends with benefits!”

Jake shrugs, kissing Liam’s head. “It was the only way you allowed me to be with you. So I took the only chance I had.”

“You literally fell in love with her that night,” Reuben says, lifting an eyebrow as if it were so unbelievable.

“Damn right.”

You cover your face in embarrassment. “Now I feel like an idiot.”

“You were as in love with him as he was.” Nat rolls her eyes, eating another grape. “But denial ain’t just a river in Egypt, you know.”

“Shut up.” You groan.

“But how did you two end up dating?” Mickey insists, wanting to know the entire story.

You tell him how much tension grew during those three months between the two of you. The first weeks of your relationship were more physical. Making out at every possible moment and ending up at the back of his car or in your house or anywhere there was a solid surface. Sometimes all you needed was a wall. Jake has always been a strong man.

Somewhere between the first and second month, Jake started to stay with you in bed the morning after. Sometimes it led to a second or third round. Sometimes it led to shower sex. But the majority of the time, you two ended up having random conversations, your limbs tangled between his and your white sheets. You didn’t know where your arm ended and where his began. And you couldn’t care less. It was one of those mornings when you discovered that Jake smiles in his sleep. It was something only you and not anyone else knew, because, from what you’ve heard from Bradley, he was never one to stay the night.

But he always stayed with you.

Random pillow talks turned into him waking up before you to make you breakfast. He always tried to finish it before you woke up, but it was futile. The bed wasn’t as warm without him.

Breakfast led to romantic dinners. Movie dates. Endless cuddling sessions. Looking for each other at the bar. Becoming his wingman. Being glued together every single waking second you could spend together. His hand was always on the small of your back, or your thigh, whenever he was talking to someone, as if he wanted to mark you as his for any idiot who dared to look your way.

It was only a matter of time before that tension, those unsaid feelings that both of you had, became a problem.

“So you were basically together.” Mickey sums up all you just told him in one single sentence, and somehow that makes you laugh like a maniac.

“The only ones who didn’t know were them” Rooster deadpans, getting a red popsicle from the cooler.

“And you never tried to be with somebody else?” Reuben inquires, casting a quick glance at Cyclone.

“Why would I look around and search for another thing when I had everything I wanted right there?” You simply answer, making a corner of Jake’s lips lift.

“I just didn’t know if she felt the same as I did.”

“How did you find out?” Mickey questions again, and you notice him typing a lot on his phone. You're not sure if he’s taking notes for Bob or actually sending him texts with the most interesting parts of your story.

“We got into a fight.”

If you tighten the string too much, it will eventually snap. That’s what happened with you and Jake. Fear, jealousy, and love all mixed up together. It wasn’t pretty. You two ended up screaming at each other in a parking lot outside a bar. Jake implied that you were more interested in Rooster than in him back then. It was the final straw for you. You called it off and walked out of the bar, but Jake followed you.

“I literally said, ‘I hope to never see you again.’” You admit it, shifting Jake's t-shirt to reveal Liam's sleepy expression. He smiles when he sleeps, too.

"But you worked together," Mickey says, leaning in closer, as if engrossed in a fairytale.

“I was gonna ask for a relocation.”

You left that parking lot and called a taxi to bring you back home. Your tears started to fall at the same time the first raindrops fell on the window of the backseat. Once you got home, as much as you wanted to fall asleep and forget everything that had happened, someone you loved so much—someone you would literally leave everything behind if he asked you to—said that you were more interested in Rooster than in him.

You sigh, remembering that painful night. “And then someone knocked on the door.”

“I didn’t ring the bell in case you were in bed already.”

“Thank God I wasn’t asleep, then.” You whisper to yourself, but he has heard you. A part of you wants him to hear it. A part of you is wondering how you ended up here talking about the most important and agonizing relationship in your life. Those were good memories, though.

You want to be able to remember them whenever you want to.

You opened that door, your heart clenching at the sight that waited for you on the other side. He was standing there, drenched from head to toe, his nose and eyes red from crying.

Yeah, Jake Seresin was a man who cried. And he wasn’t ashamed to do it in front of you.

“What did he say?!”

“Mickey, you’re too invested in this story.” Javy mocks him, patting his head.

“I said ‘You’re bossy. You enjoy knowing that you’re better than me in every single aspect, and you're proud of yourself for it. You always have that stupid smirk on your face that makes me want to kick your ass. And yet, I can’t imagine my days without that smirk, without that smile you reserve just for me, or having to live one day without you. It took me a while to realize it, but I love you. And I want to have a serious relationship with you.”

You’re not surprised he remembers every word.

“What did you say?!”

“I smacked him for calling me bossy. And after that, I kissed him. He proposed a year after.”

“It was a beautiful wedding,” Rooster says, finishing his popsicle. “I cried at the first dance.”

“What song did you choose?”

"Make you feel my love," you both say at the same time, sad smiles on your faces, the memory hurting more than you want to admit.

Only five months after that first dance, your story ended.

“You know... most of us thought that you two eloped and got married in Vegas.” Reuben admits not expecting that part of the story at all.

“Javy was the best man. Nat, the bridesmaid. You could have asked.” Rooster says, and Mickey and Payback look at him, blinking in sync, as if that idea had never crossed their minds.

Nat’s eyes bore into your face, as if she were aware of the sudden mood change. “Red, can you come with me to the Hard Deck? I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” You kiss Liam’s head. “Take care of him.”

“I think I’m gonna take a nap, too.” Jake informs you, and you move the parasol so none of them are under the sun.

“I’ll be back in a minute.”

“I think I’m gonna leave, too. It’s been nice to see you outside of work and know more about our new member. See you tomorrow!” And just like that, Cyclone walks in the other direction, leaving all of you with puzzled expressions.

“Penny, my love, get us two shots of tequila,” Nat says once she enters the bar.

“Of course, sweetheart.” She waves at you before leaving to get your drinks

“You liar, you didn’t need the bathroom.”

“I wanted to get you out of there before you ended up kissing Jake.”

You gasp. “I wasn’t going to kiss Jake!”

“Honey, you two have been moving closer and closer when you were telling that story. Cyclone took notice as well. He won’t flirt with you anymore, I hope.”

“He is not flirting with me, dear lord; Nat don’t imagine things.” You thank Penny when she comes back with the drinks. You both cheer and drink them in one shot.

“You wish Jake was the one flirting with you.”

“Talking about the past brought a lot of memories and feelings to the surface.” You mumble under your breath.

“Honey, be honest. Do you still love him?”

Sighing, you pull your dog tags out of your sundress and show them to her. At first, she looks at them and doesn’t understand what you want to show her. Then she notices a weird sparkle. Dog tags don’t sparkle.

“Oh my fucking god.”

Yeah, dog tags don’t sparkle.

But engagement rings do.

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paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 · 7 months ago

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Cool questions!

1: What's Chris/Thara & Jake/meredith wedding songs?

2: Dark question (feel free to skip) have the starburst duo ever been kidnapped? Like from school or maybe from their place?

3: Has somebody ever try to get revenge on the duo?Maybe a family member of a goon they stop tries to get revenge?

4: Let's say the duo filled their months with any drink of their choosing & the goal is to make the other spit it out, what would they do to each other & who spits it out first?

5: What's the super twins like with starknights/titans of tomorrow? Or maybe just Jake & mar'i?

Hmmmm....Lemme see what I can come up with @pin-crusher2000 ;-)

1) Chris/Thara: "Can I Have This Dance?" by Zac Efron and Vanessa Hudges; they’d have a waltz on the dance floor to that song

Jake/Meredith: "Hold Me” by Fleetwood Mac; The newlyweds can through on a performance with Meredith and Jake on guitar and drums respectively playing along to it

2) I would say it was primarily Jake who got abducted from his school during recess and then held up for ransom money by some mafia goons. In particular, since Jake is connected to billionaire Bruce Wayne via being the son of the adopted Richard Grayson-Wayne, the hostage takers demanded a payment up to $2 billion if Bruce and Dick are to see Jake unharmed. Thankfully for the Bats and Jake’s loved ones, these crooks weren’t particularly too technologically savvy so it’s was real easy for Cyborg to take down their locations via their internet signals and within the two hour mark after they post up their demands, Robin!Tim, Chris and Mar’i all came to Jake’s rescue, utterly curb-stomping the crooks. Still Jake was deeply embarrassed by this situation and vows to be extra careful next he ventures out of the school boundaries during recess.

3) Hmmm….I can probably see some of the street gang punk friends of Kryptonian Phantom Zone Prisoner and enemy of the House of Zod , Vla-Bol, all assemble around their ringleader after he tells them of his recent defeat at the hands of Chris. This Gang of Four can then sneak into General Zod’s base of Fort Rozz, hijack some of those Zone crossing pods many of the Fort’s residents including Chris long ago use to travel to Earth, and invade the planet themselves, going a mini rampage in Hamilton County to get Chris’ attention and start up a massive brawl, Chris trying desperately to lead said brawl away from the town and into areas worldwide where no one else can get hurt. It was a tough battle with him on the ropes many times but Jake’s, Penny Troy’s and the rest of the StarKnights’ timely arrival helped turned the tide long enough for Chris to borrow his Dad Clark’s Phantom Projector and send these Kryptonian street punks back to the Zone where they came.

4) I can see Chris mainly going for Jake’s ticklish spots while Jake would try making Chris laugh as hard as he can with some intentional slapstick and doing a small stand up routine filled with puns and other jokes his Uncle Gar taught him. It’s not even a real contest; Chris gets Jake to squirt out his grape soda not just out of mouth but also his nose.

5) Hmm….Okay so at least in this version or at least for a possible version that satisfies both Kid!Jon fans and fans of those two; I’d have them being raised by Mon El, Clark’s Daxamite de facto brother, after having to rescue them from the tyrannical clutches of Mongul during a mission at WarWorld.

As for their bond with the StarKnights and the Tomorrow Titans, I can see Osul being close with Chris, almost brotherly bond between them while also having something of a kinship with Robbie Long, something one can see being mirroring the bond Clark and Diana have. As for Otho, She’s no doubt part of a lot of friend group formed by Mar’i, Lian and Irey, an honorary member of that little Tenacious Trio and their shenanigans.

One thing is perfectly clear though; Besides Mon El, Osul and Otha are both very close to Chris and Jon as per usual.

#chris kent #jake grayson #starburst duo #team StarKnights #titans of tomorrow #thara ak var #Meredith Robinson #otho ra #osul ra #mari grayson #tim drake #mon el #sfw #jonathan samuel kent

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molqr · 1 month ago

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imagine buying a pin which is a grape soda cap and a safety pin shoved together by a kid for twenty fucking dollars because it happened in a film. dont you people want to die at all

#i dont really care its their money to waste but Dude. yknow?

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o-01-04 · 1 year ago

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FUCK IT!! LOBCORP ROBLOX UGCS IM VERY BORED I DONT KNOW WHY IM DOING THIS HELP ME.

YA OK UH YA JUST ALL THE ROBLOX LOBCORP UGC I CAN FIND

also my pinned idk why

Items that are based on the same exact item or just a different version of the same thing are just put next to eachother with a | between them

Tell me if I have missed anything , for I will add it

Love and Hate

The Silent Scythe

Cherry Ocean Soda | Grape Ocean Soda

Agent Baton

Pistols of the Dead Butterflies

Sword of the Black Forest (WAIST) | Sword of the Black Forest (BACK) | Sword of the Dark Twilight

Sword of Ceaseless Judgement | Blade of Ruthless Judgement

[CENSORED] Bar | Censored eyes

Butterfly Coffin

Snow White's Apple - E.G.O Weapon

Snow White's Apple - E.G.O Gift (NOTE: For some reason a hat??)

CENSORD's Claw

Melody of a Star | Melody of a Star (ALTERNATIVE) (NOTE: Alternative version is the same but weird just. slowly circle it and you'll get it)

Melodic Vision of a Star

Helmet in Pink

Rifle in Pink

Wing of the Lost Paradise

Caduceus of the Lost Paradise

Wings of the Lost Paradise

Blade of Mimicry | Flesh Gifted Sword

Maw of Smiling Corpses | Corpse Eater

Crying Mask | Frowned Mask

Swirly Eyes

The Marksman's Rifle

Wing of the Dark Twilight

Wings of the Dark Twilight

The Beast of the Black Forest (NOTE: This is legit just apoc bird lmao)

Small Helper

Grinder Mk4

Helper's Glasses

Gifted Eyes

Lagomorphic Respirator

Punishing Bird

Watchful Big Bird

Tainted Red Bird Feathers

Big Bird's Lamp

Crimson Mercenary's Mask

Crimson Mercenary's Hood

Crimson Mercenary's Hunting Weaponry

Sweeper's Gas Mask Variant A | Sweeper's Gas Mask Variant B | Sweeper's Gas Mask Variant C (NOTE: These are all set together, as they're all the masks of the Indigo Noon. They're also said as variants, so yea.)

Sweeper's Hauler Tank

Heavenly E.G.O

E.G.O of Regret

Executioner Claws Helmet (SPOILER BASICALLY)

Executioner Claws Arm (ALSO SPOILER BASICALLY)

Helmet of Arbitration (SEPHIRAH MELTDOWN SPOILERS)

Pillars of Arbitration (SEPHIRAH MELTDOWN SPOILERS)

Cape of Arbitration (SEPHIRAH MELTDOWN SPOILERS)

Manifested Coat of the Color Fixer (SEPHIRAH MELTDOWN SPOILERS) (NOTE: Hold on, does she even have a coat? Who cares, lets go, cool coat!!!!)

Manifested Ponytail of the Color Fixer (SEPHIRAH MELTDOWN SPOILERS) (NOTE: ..Is her hair even in a ponytail during her meltdown? I don't know, it's a lobcorp reference anyway.)

Manifested Helmet of the Color Fixer (SEPHIRAH MELTDOWN SPOILERS)

Don't Press Me | Small Don't Press Me

The Eternal Watcher of Heaven

Crown of the Eternal Gaze

Vindicator of Good Deeds

Baton of Vindication

Little Witch's Hat

The Sword of Despair

The Tear of Despair

Echoing Hearts from Another World

The Flower of Flesh

The Horns of Eternal Slumber

Shredder of Harmony

Distorted Note of Harmony

#roblox #lobotomy corporation #im really bored sorry #idk why i did this #have fun ig??

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stardewremixed · 2 years ago

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Abigail has a grape soda bottle cap that she pinned on a jean jacket vest.

Haley owns a pair of pink GoGo boots.

Jas likes to play stop-and-go games in the yard with the chickens and Shane. She squeals like crazy when he finally turns around and playfully chases her back across the starring line into the safe zone.

Gus owns a 'Kiss the Chef' apron.

Penny would make a splendid Katara from Avatar the Last Airbender. She already has "hair loopies." This is also a show she would binge with Vincent and Jas.

Maru has a little robot alarm clock and a robot radio. She listens to heavy metal. Always with headphones though. She is polite to her family (Idk why but this just feels right to me.)

#stardew valley thoughts #stardew valley #sdv headcanon #stardew valley headcanon #sdv penny #sdv gus #sdv abigail #sdv jas #sdv shane #sdv maru

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chaoticgremlinwholikescheese · 1 year ago

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Radar and the No Good, Very Bad Day

A short drabble that's been rattling around in my brain :)

READ ON AO3

Today has been a bad day for Radar. Not just because he's in a war zone (although that tends to make any day a little dreary), but because it's been a series of one bad thing after another. First, they'd run out of coffee in the mess hall. That was fine. Sometimes you have to start your day without coffee. But then, someone accidentally tripped him and sent his breakfast spilling all over the floor. He just got another tray. He was determined not to let this ruin his day.

However, more bad things just kept happening. He got a very angry phone call about some misfiled paperwork. It wasn't his fault, but since he's the clerk, they pinned the blame on him. Being yelled at over the phone for an hour would make anyone cranky. But that combined with the lack of coffee put Radar in an especially bad mood.

Of course, Frank decided that this would be the best time to come and bother Radar about something completely pointless. He then proceeded to insult Radar when he was unable to change the actions of others. Though Radar may practically run the camp, he's not the boss of anyone. He couldn't stop Hawkeye from filling Frank's pillow with cement even if he tried. Hawkeye doesn't listen to anyone's rules.

Radar decided to make himself feel a bit better by grabbing a soda from the Officer's club. A grape Nehi is the perfect pick-me-up. But when Radar popped the cap off it exploded everywhere, ruining several important documents. Radar was able to salvage a little, but most of the drink ended up on the desk. Radar couldn't even be sure what the ruined documents were because the ink was all smudged. He'd have to redo everything.

While he got to work on that, he decided he'd drink what little was left of his soda. He lifted the cup up, and saw a large spider floating in the liquid. Of course there just had to be a dead spider in his drink. Today was the worst day he'd had in a while, and that's saying something, considering he's in the army.

An hour later a bunch of casualties came in. Everyone flocked to the OR to help, and Radar was left running around doing tasks. He was regaling some information to Major Houlihan when a patient refused to go under anesthesia without a fight. The guy started throwing punches every which way, and one of them managed to hit Radar in the chest. It wasn't hard enough to do any serious damage, but it definitely hurt.

Radar hoped that would be the last of it. However, he was sorely mistaken. His shirt got stained with ketchup. Someone accidentally spilled water all over his newest comic book. The shower ran out of hot water. He stepped in a puddle and soaked his pant leg. The lid of the salt shaker came loose and ruined his dinner.

All in all, the day had been absolutely terrible.

And now, this was the last straw. His bear has a rip. It'd probably been there for a while and he hadn't noticed. It was pretty big now. Stuffing was sticking out from the torn fabric, the bear sagging softly. Radar had no idea how to fix it. Stupid as it is, he feels like he's about to cry.

"Hey, Radar, I need a favor!"

Radar puts the bear down on the bed as he turns to Hawkeye.

"Yeah, sure, what do you need?"

"I need three eggs and- hey, kid, you alright?"

Hawkeye's mischievous expression fades to one of worry.

"I'm fine. You need three eggs and what else?"

"Forget that. You look like someone just kicked your puppy. What's going on?"

"It's nothing. It's stupid."

"It's not stupid if it's making you sad. Now tell Aunt Hawkeye what's wrong."

"My bear has a rip," Radar says quietly. He holds up the bear for Hawkeye to see. "And it's not a big deal, but today has just been one bad thing after another, so it was the cherry on top of everything else, and I don't know how to fix it, so the rip will just keep getting bigger until he falls apart completely."

Hawkeye gently takes the bear from him. He studies the rip for a second.

"Lucky for you, I happen to be a surgeon. I can stitch him up easy-peasy. He'll barely even have a scar. C'mon, I've got some thread back at the Swamp."

Hawkeye marches out before Radar can say anything else. He hurries after Hawkeye, following him into the tent. Radar settles on a chair as Hawkeye rummages around for some supplies. He pulls out a needle and some brown thread, smiling triumphantly.

"Usually my patients are a lot bigger and less stuffed, but I think he'll pull through just fine."

True to his word, Hawkeye makes quick work of the sewing. By the time he pulls the final knot, it looks like the rip was never even there. He hands the bear back to Radar.

"See? Good as new."

"Thank you. Really." Radar shoots him a genuine smile, holding the bear tight against his chest.

"No worries, kid. Now go get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a better day."

"G'night, Sir."

"Night."

As Radar heads back to his tent, he has a feeling that Hawkeye is right. Tomorrow is going to be a better day.

#MASH #radar o'reilly #hawkeye pierce #a tiny drabble

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glasssodas · 1 year ago

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To start off this blog, my favorite bottle: Dirt Soda

Flavour opinion: tastes like dirt, don't know what I expected there 1/10

Got it while on a trip to Kansas City, Missouri for a competition. The store was apart of a quest offered by the organization I was competing through to get a cool pin. When we got there we had to do a challenge where you were given a short amount of time to run around and find a specific type of soda (like grape flavored, anime themed, etc) and I don't remember how but there was a blindfold involved, it was hilarious

#glass bottles #collection #had like five different people try it #no one really like it #caffine free suprisingly #also the label had such a shoty printing job i can read none of the nutrition facts #not convinced there wasnt actual dirt in there

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momo-no-tane · 4 months ago

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Karatez has announced that their Shugo Chara! collaboration will be held again to celebrate the start of Shugo Chara! Jewel Joker. The event period will be from August 1st, 2024 to August 17th, 2024. Mail order will be available on Animate from September 17th, 2024 to October 1st, 2024.

Drink Menu

Each collaboration drink is 660 yen (tax included). For every collaboration drink purchased, customers will receive a random original Cheki-style card (there are 10 types).

Amulet Heart / Hinamori Amu

Squeezed White Peach

Pink Grapefruit Syrup

Soda

Strawberry Pocky

Star-shaped Nata de Coco (Red)

Platinum Royal / Hotori Tadase

Lemon Syrup

White Water

Vanila Icecream

Mango Sauce

Dragée (Gold)

Star-shaped Nata de Coco

Black Lynx / Tsukiyomi Ikuto

Blue Currant Syrup

Blood Orange Syrup

Grape Jelly

Whipped Cream

Chocolate Sauce

Star-shaped Nata de Coco (Blue)

Lunatic Charm / Hoshina Utau

Peach Syrup

Wild Berry Syrup

Soda

Rose Petals

Star-shaped Nata de Coco (Pink)

Set Menu

The set menu is 1,870 yen (tax included). It includes one collaboration drink, one random original Cheki-style card (there are 10 types), one random acrylic stir stick (there are 4 types), and one random clear bookmark (there are 4 types).

Goods

Trading Pin Buttons (10 Types) (Random) - 440 yen (tax included)

Trading Acrylic Keychains (8 Types) (Random) - 660 yen (tax included)

Notepads (4 Types) - 770 yen (tax included)

Acrylic Stands (5 Types) - 1,870 yen (tax included)

Source: Karatez, X

#Shugo Chara!#Shugo Chara #Shugo Chara Jewel Joker #Peach Pit #Karatez #News

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starriskyy · 2 months ago

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Fanart of a fic is like the grape soda cap pin for an author. (Reference to Up.) I have only had one, but to say I was beyond elated is an understatement. I was like a cat given a catnip: on cloud 9000. Because I know I'm only mediocre at writing, but the thought that an artist liked my story, enough that they would draw something for it, is mind blowing.

So if anyone ever, and I mean ever, wants to draw something for a fic. I would be over the moon!

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

(You can find me on ao3 at https://archiveofourown.org/users/StarRi_Sky )

Reblog this if you would not only accept, but welcome fan art, moodboards, etc. of your fics

All of these used to be so common for people to show their appreciation of different fics and authors, and I think it’s a shame people don’t do it anymore. I love seeing fan work for my fics!!

#ramblings #writing #writers on tumblr #fanart for fanfic #ao3

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2dollacentral · 4 months ago

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⭑ PINNED POST ⭑

Hello! This is the progress blog for my webcomic, 2 Dolla Central!

please be kind here, as I’m new to comic creation and am a minor who is constantly learning, in addition to that- feel free to give suggestions, ideas, or constructive criticism! I’d love to build my comic and world with the help of others to make it the best it can be!

This is a secondary blog run by @shibeau! Check out my main for more artwork :)

⭑SOME Q&A..⭑

Q- what is this comic about?

A- my comic follows 3 Highschool students trying to start a Hip Hop group! The comic will be a slice of life-type comic, mixed in with lots of wacky shenanigans and Highschool drama. Expect kaiju fights, crushes, music, the universe collapsing, and more!

Q- when will it release?

A- sadly, I have no idea, as I am currently in school and hoping to pursue art as my career once I am an adult. It could release in a few months, or a few years..but either way, your support is always appreciated! <3

Q- what is this blog about?

A- this blog is mostly just for me to joke around about my characters, talk about the development and current state of my comic, share concept art and designs, and try to gain some publicity for my comic :)

Q- who are you?

A- I am Shibeau! A Highschool Artist based out of California! I like bright colors, grape soda, sneakers, and stars

Q- who are the main characters?

A- I won’t reveal too much here, as I’ll be posting PLENTY of stuff about the main 3 as this blog progresses, but the comic stars Reese (the lizard), Hardy (the cat), and Goldie (the dog).

⭑Feel free to ask any other questions you have in my asks! I’ll try to respond with artwork for most of them⭑

#pinned post #2DollaCentral #webcomic #my comic #web comic #comics

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lisarpgheadcanons · 7 months ago

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i've given vega the honor of being gay, transmasc, and sicilian. he's literally me now. it's like that scene at the end of up when the guy gives the kid the grape soda pin. thats me with vega and making him gay transmasc and sicilian. the highest honor i can bestow.

i love you lisarpgheadcanons mwah mwah

#headcanon #awesome…soupercool….True and..Beautiful…

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sweet-star-cookie · 9 months ago

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Forgive me, I almost never add commentary directly onto posts outside of tags because I lack brevity, but I'm REALLY passionate about this and I was discussing it with a friend literally yesterday, so it's fresh on my mind. I'm also a novice writer working on her first solo project, so analyzing and learning from this stuff is very important to me for my scripting and character writing.

I think we need to remember what the definition of filler is actually supposed to be in this context: Pointless padding or additions that serve no purpose outside of "filling" run time. And that's a key word there: Pointless.

Episodes or plot lines that diverge from the main plot of a story are not INHERENTLY pointless, they can have other uses even if it's as simple as giving the characters a break. That break then becomes the purpose of that episode, and can be good for the audience as well as the characters. I would argue that, in most cases, it is a NECESSARY inclusion. It allows for the audience to slow down and process everything, and allows the characters to have slower or lower-stakes scenarios and interactions. Like OP said, "the action doesn't hit as hard without the quiet moments". It's all about that balance. There are also many ways to incorporate important things within these episodes as well. And don't get me wrong, "filler" episodes that actually have secret lore or are otherwise plot relevant are very cool ways of threading the needle between the two, and I think media needs more of this too.

But even if it has NOTHING to do with the main plot at all and never will, not even lore wise, simply putting characters into fun or interesting situations can be an excellent way to showcase their personalities, their dynamics with other characters or parts of the world, or just provide a fun "what if" scenario that can endear an audience to a cast even more than before. It's a bit like improv, and it's your job as the writer to follow the "yes, and" principle, at least every once in a while.

A common piece of writing advice that I've come across is that the concept or story should always be second to the characters themselves. If you have good characters, you can put them into almost any scenario and still make it entertaining. If done well, it can be just as fun to see an action hero save the world as it is seeing him go to the grocery store or walk his dog. Mixing the complex with the simple or mundane adds variety, the spice of life!

I often think about how tight the scripts for Pixar movies were prior to their decline in recent years, and how every aspect of a scene could inject character and purpose into it, as well as setting up important foreshadowing or just hints at personality.

I think of Up as an example, not just because of the excellent first 10 minutes, but what happens immediately AFTER that too. We see Carl's morning routine, how he gets up, what he eats for breakfast, and so on. Normally, this would be incredibly boring to watch in isolation, but it's the CONTEXT that gives these quiet moments their importance. We're not just seeing Carl's morning routine, we're specifically seeing what his life is like without Ellie. This scene, despite how mundane it is on paper, is NECESSARY for contrast to the opening and the adventure that occurs later in the movie. We see how empty and lonely Carl is without his wife. This is all expressed completely without dialogue as well, and thus relies on the character acting through the animation and shot composition.

Moreover, we see so many little details about Carl's personality in these scenes too. The time he wakes up in the morning, how he adjusts the little bird figure after putting it on the mantle, how many locks he has on his door, the grape soda cap pinned to his clothes that seems out of place because we don't have context for it yet. In my opinion, the movie would be significantly weaker if this scene was taken out and we immediately jump to Carl meeting the people from the senior's home right after the opening, even if that would speed up the plot progression to do so.

What I'm trying to say is, injecting as much character and personality as you can into "filler" scenes or episodes, even mundane ones that aren't plot relevant, is not only important but also NECESSARY to fleshing out characters and worlds. Omitting those scenes entirely does much to harm not only the pacing of a work, but the characters and overall impact of the story itself.

It doesn't have to be complex or nuanced either, I've seen so many stories with simple but good characters and interesting concepts, but they simply aren't given enough time to tell those stories properly, and "filler" is an important part of fixing that. Relying entirely on the breadcrumbs of characterization of plot-heavy scenes is often not enough for it to be effective. Don't you want to see MORE of your favourite characters, not less?

genuinely one of the worst things that’s happened to television in the last few years (exacerbated by streaming services) is death of Filler. going from 20 episodes to 8 because “we didn’t really need that episode where the main characters went to the beach right? it had no long lasting effect” but we DID!!! we needed to see how they act without the Big Bad Plot and to establish the dynamics between the characters and lay in the sun (do they forget sunscreen? how do they react to a thieving seagull? do they get buried in the sand or do they do the burying?). the plot isn’t everything. the action doesn’t hit as hard without the quiet moments. give us character development and our little scenes back

#sorry to hijack your post OP #but thank you for making it #stuff like this is so important #especially nowadays #i've become increasingly frustrated with not only the breakneck pace of writing like this #but the loss of any character or nuance that comes with rushing something that much #agh the length of this though 😭 i am far too verbose 😭#long post

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