#we ran out of shows to watch and now I’m just watching whatever episodes he hasn’t slept to | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

arazialotis · 4 months ago

Text

Get Him to the Con - Part 10

Pairing: Jensen × Reader

Word Count: About 6520

Story Summary: The reader stumbles into Jensen at her favorite bar, a very drunk Jensen. She soon realizes Jensen was booked for a con this weekend and has to be eight hours from town in only two.

Chapter Summary: Y/n visits Vancouver to see Jensen and, more importantly, to try to win Jared over.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Warnings: Always language. Grumpy Jared. After dinner, well, it gets NSFW 🌶️🌶️, 18+ Only

Although this is an RPF, these are fabricated characters and should not reflect back IRL. I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time as a coping skill. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

----

The black Escalade wove through the Vancouver traffic, the sun beating down, melting the piles of slushy remnants from the first snow. What should have been an eagerly anticipated moment for your arrival was tense. Behind the wheel, Jensen was trying to be the bridge between you and his best friend.

“Lighten up, man. Y/n’s really excited to be out here again and wants nothing more than to hang out and cook us a nice meal.” Jensen pleaded your case.

He, in fact, suggested pizza on the risk of jetlag, but you had insisted, falling back onto the age-old idiom ‘the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.’ You already had one of their hearts, and you were convinced you could make Jared warm up to you, too, if only he saw you as who you were and not as a clingy fangirl. Yet you felt that rift growing every time you saw him. And the last thing you wanted was for Jensen to be caught in the middle.

“Would you try to like her? For me? Please.” Jensen nearly begged when Jared didn’t respond.

At least he was in the car, though Jensen didn’t give him a choice, with this outing as a pretense of drinks after work.

Jensen tried one more time, fed up with Jared’s stubbornness. “At least act nice.”

That got his attention. “Act nice? I’ll play nice if she does.” The accusation hanging heaving.

Jensen furrowed his brow. “Y/n doesn’t have a mean bone in her body.” Okay, you had a bit of a temper, were known to hold a grudge, and had a smart mouth, but Jared didn’t need to know that.

Jared scoffed. “Last time she came out, she literally laughed and criticized me for overacting.”

Jensen’s confusion grew, trying to remember the last time you came out. Then, the realization hit him as the three of you watched the latest episode together in another futile attempt for Jensen to foster peace.

Despite the animosity, Jensen couldn’t help but chuckle. “No, she laughed at a scene and apologized immediately, saying it was hard to take the show seriously now that she knows us. And I said that wasn’t it; it’s probably because you took your acting lessons from Bruce Campbell." His tongue peeked out between his teeth as he attempted and failed to control another giggle, still quite proud of the slight.

“It was a serious scene. I was acting my heart out.” Jared stressed. “You had just gotten back from hell.”

Jensen lost the smile. “In her defense, it does lose its impactfulness after the 17th time.”

“Whatever, man.” Jared pouted, looking out the window.

Jensen rolled his eyes and prayed to any god that would listen. “Would it make you feel better if we watch Devour together after dinner? Then we’ll just laugh at me.”

Jared said nothing, not taking the bait. The clicking of the blinker filled the silence as Jensen waited to turn toward the arrival gates. Jared ran his fingers through his hair as Jensen pursed his lips together, trying to think of something, anything. The light turned green.

“I don’t even know why I am here. Y/n has, like, what, two full days out here? You should be spending it together without having to worry about me third-wheeling. I’m sure there are other things that you would prefer to occupy time you don’t get over Zoom.” Jared rambled out loud.

Jensen’s eyes tightly blinked shut momentarily as he began seeking out an open spot at the curb. Jared was right, of course, only on account of his last thought, but he wouldn’t be at peace until he had the blessing of his best friend. Jensen inhaled through his nose, held his breath, and released through his mouth.

“It is important to me that you and Y/n find some common ground. If you gave her even the slightest chance, I’m positive you would start to like her.” He said calmly as he put the car into park.

“Why does it matter so much to you if I like her?” Jared pushed. To him, you were still only a rebound after Elena.

And then it hit him. Maybe Jared’s denial of his true fear of being replaced had come true.

“Because she’s my best friend and I love her!” He declared and then laughed through the shock.

It was the first time he had admitted it out loud. The silence was palpable as both men processed the weight of the words. Jensen wasn’t one to open up lightly. He felt deeply, but he was always careful with those emotions, cautious even. It had taken nearly two years before he said the same to Elena. Another before they started looking at rings. Maybe because it was one of the first serious relationships he had since the start of his career. The depth and commitment he had felt with her made the falling out that much more disastrous. He had fortified his walls to be higher and more impenetrable. Then you came out of nowhere and shattered everything he thought he knew about himself. He felt like a caged bird learning for the first time how to spread its wings, to feel the breeze on its face, and the warmth of the sun. With you, he felt free.

Jared’s eyes darted back and forth as if reading his thoughts, finding the right response. Jensen squeezed the steering wheel and nodded his head. “I love her.” He said again, the realization hitting him, fully knowing it was true. But then the terror of the statement hit him. The car door shuttered open, and the catapult of a backpack rolling over the seatbench crashing at the other end pulled Jared from his thoughts as you entered the car.

“Hiya!” You squeaked.

You pulled the door close with a thud and clicked on your seatbelt. You cleared your throat, looking up, momentarily afraid you jumped in the wrong car. But it was Jensen and Jared, alright. Jensen stared directly ahead, his face as white as if seeing a ghost. Jared scrutinized his friend. You sank back in your seat. You had thrown yourself directly into something.

Jared turned in his seat, blinking rapidly and addressing you in the most amiable tone he had ever taken with you. “Hi Y/n. Um, would you mind giving us a minute?”

Oh, you had definitely walked into something. It took you a minute to process this, but then you began fumbling with the seatbelt, “Yeah. Yeah. Of course.” And vacated the Escalade as fast as possible.

Jared’s brow furrowed, and he leaned closer to a whisper as you aimlessly knocked your fists together outside on the sidewalk. “You love her?”

He chuckled again and ran his hand through his hair. “Yeah, I really do.”

Jared knew he should be happy for Jensen, knew they should be celebrating this, offering congratulations, but all he felt was dread.

“Have you told her?” Jared asked.

“Nah, you’re the first to know.” Jensen clapped Jared on the shoulder. “I want the moment to be right, you know. I want to be able to remember it for a long time.”

Jared thought about faking it, but he had to be real with Jensen. “You don’t know her.”

That set him off. “Why are you so set against her? Why can’t you be happy for me? I do know her. I’ve known her for seven months, been dating her for 4 of those, and talk to her almost daily.” His voice went up an octave higher. “I don’t know why I have to keep justifying my choices to you, man? When will it ever be good enough for you?”

Jared didn’t take the bait. “But you don’t know her. How can you truly? You haven’t met her friends or her family, and it sounds like her mom is a real piece of work. Are you ready to deal with that?”

Outside the car, airport security approached you. Both boys could tell from your over-exaggerated gestures that you were attempting to buy them more time.

Jared continued. “And no offense, but she isn’t spotlight material.”

“Fuck you.” Jensen's blood boiled over. He was about to leave the car to find another way to get back into the city. At that moment, he never wanted to see Jared again.

“Come on. Give me a break. You know I didn’t mean it like that.” Though he kind of did. “All I’m saying is that if you truly are that committed to her, that this isn’t some fling, you should think about preparing her for the kind of attention it will warrant. The good, the bad, and the ugly. That kind of stress and attention can ruin a person.”

Jensen didn’t respond but wrung his hands on the steering wheel. There was a knock on the window.

“Please, know I’m just trying to look out for you,” Jared whispered as he began rolling down the window.

“Nobody asked you to.” Jensen snipped back before the security guard started to chew them out.

As the boys were on the receiving end of a very stern lecture, you slipped as quietly as possible into the back seat to avoid further angering or endangering yourself with security. Yes, spending a night in jail was on your bucket list, but this is not what you had in mind.

“Sorry, officer,” Jensen ended a profuse apology before hightailing it out of there.

You weren’t sure exactly what you missed, but the air hung thick with tension. Nobody spoke. There was only the hum of tires on the road. It hit you that Jensen never even acknowledged you. You fiddled with a loose stitch on the seat in front of you.

After five minutes and starting to get out of airport traffic, you couldn’t handle it anymore. “So…” You drew the word out, unsure how to break into a conversation.

Jensen blinked, realizing you had no reason to be as upset as him and that it was unfair to suffer from their drama, especially when you were not privy to it.

He cleared his throat. “I got the groceries you requested delivered.” However, he didn’t know how the three of you would sit through a dinner together.

“Oh, good! I’m starving. Airport food never really hits the spot, but the Cajun snack mix does kinda slap.” You rambled, trying for anything to get them talking.

They both hmmed in response. You were about to ask them about their favorite airport snack, but thank the gods, it was Jared who surprisingly saved you.

“What’s for dinner then?” He was trying. He had fucked up. He knew it. This was how he could try to make amends with Jensen.

You beamed, having perfectly planned it out, trying to finally win Jared over to your side. “We’ll start with a strawberry, basil, and balsamic whipped burrata and roasted bone marrow. Then, a small lemon watercress-radicchio salad for a palate cleanser before moving on to a butter-basted ribeye accompanied by potatoes au gratin and crispy brussel sprouts with mustard seeds and pomegranate.”

Jared’s stomach rumbled. Goddammit, that sounded good.

“And, I was considering a dessert, but Jensen said I already had enough going on, and because baking isn’t my strong suit, I let him handle the rest.” You explained. “You did handle the rest, didn’t you?”

Jensen's anger melted a little. With a smirk, he said, “Yeah, a tub of vanilla ice cream.”

Your heart dropped. “Stop.” There was a glint of teasing in his eyes as he looked at you through the rearview mirror, but the rest of his face remained deadpan. You couldn’t tell if he was serious or not. “Okay, I guess I could repropose what I had in mind for the burrata, and if you have sugar on hand and something salty and crunchy, we could do a quick brittle. Oooh, maybe the cajun snack mix. Or perhaps…”

“Y/n! I’m messing with you. I have an assortment ordered from Thomas Haas.” He winked at you in the mirror.

Thomas Haas meant little to you, but anything would be better than a tub of ice cream. Okay, a tub of ice cream had its time and place, but not when you were working so hard to impress Jared. Still, you eyed Jensen skeptically, unsure if it would measure up.

“Some of the best in Vancouver,” Jared assured. “I’m sure it will compliment your dinner perfectly. I can’t wait. It all sounds very delicious.”

“Hmm.” You looked between the two of them.

There were still too many questions unanswered. What were they talking about before you arrived? Could you trust either of them to select a quality dessert or would you have to resort to brittle anyways? Were you now on a no-fly list due to the tiff with the security guard? When could you get Jensen alone (this stern look painted on his face was doing things you couldn’t control)? But most importantly, why was Jared acting so nice?

“I’ve had bone marrow before, but only in restaurants,” Jared continued. “I didn’t realize it could be done at home.”

“Oh yeah, it’s actually super simple if you can find a good butcher.” You explained.

Jensen interjected. “Don’t let her fool you. She’s been binging The Bear, and now her only goal is to become an Iron Chef.”

You smirked, impressed he even knew what an Iron Chef was. Aside from eating food, anything kitchen-related was the furthest on his interest list. You were rubbing off on him.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “It’s the easiest cheat code appetizer if you want to impress someone. You toast some bread, toss the marrow in the oven for twenty minutes, and add a few accouterments to a serving board. And bam, done.”

Jared laughed, actually laughed. “I’m sure you are underselling yourself. From what Jensen has told me, you are an excellent cook. I can’t wait to see it all come together.”

Jensen glared at Jared out of the side of his eye, the anger resurfacing. He was laying it on thick. Too thick.

You squinted, eyes darting back and forth between them. This wasn’t going to plan. You were supposed to cook the food and then become BFFs with Jared. This was happening too quickly. But perhaps you should take it for what it was. Maybe you had stuck around long enough for him to finally accept you. Or Jensen had talked you up enough. Whatever the reason, you had to stop ruminating on it. All you had to do was get through dinner. Perhaps after, you could corner Jensen into an explanation.

It wasn’t long until you pulled into the parking garage adjoined to the condos. Jensen popped the trunk, surprised to find it empty.

“Where’s your luggage?” He asked, oblivious as his conversation with Jared required most of his mental capacity.

You held up your backpack as a response, and his brow furrowed with confusion.

“What’s wrong? Are you ill?” He pestered, placing the back of his hand against your forehead.

“Shut up.” You snipped and then explained. “I’m practicing becoming a lighter packer.” You lowered your voice to a whisper. “Besides, I recall not needing much clothing last visit.”

Jensen raised his eyebrows, reminiscing, and then nuzzled his nose into your neck in anticipation of this weekend. Jared, having overheard, rolled his eyes and fought a gag. You laughed as Jensen pulled away, his eyelashes tickling your cheeks. And Jared plastered on his fake smile yet again.

“Let’s get upstairs,” He said. “I’m starving.”

-----

Dinner was coming along nicely. You were basting the last of the steaks in butter, and the boys were watching the end of a game in the living room. The thoroughly cleaned plates on the coffee table were the only lingering evidence that there had been appetizers. You snuck a bit here and there, but it was mostly to keep the two of them from sniffing around the kitchen.

With a final splash of liquid, the steak was done—perfect caramelization and crust. Now, the potatoes. You checked the timer—ten minutes, enough time for the steak to rest. And the Brussels? Shit. You scooped the last of them out of the oil in the nick of time. You generously salted them and would add the pomegranate molasses after plating. Satisfied with how it was all wrapping up, you whipped Jensen’s once pristinely white dish towel over your shoulder. There was a shuffling behind you as you began cleaning what you could.

“Need any help?” Jensen asked.

You were about to shoo him out when you heard the scrape of a knife. You snapped your head around to catch him red-handed. He stared at you like a deer in the headlights, the end of one steak pinched between his fingers and the knife hovering millimeters above. You scowled, and Jensen slowly set the knife down, held his hands in surrender, and backed up.

Your scowl melted into a smile. “A couple of minutes longer. If you’d like to help, you can set the table.”

He straightened. “Yes, chef.”

You playfully stuck out your tongue and whipped the dish towel in his direction, earning an exaggerated yelp.

Finally, after a few minutes passed, you brought the final plate to the table and scooched in. Jensen didn’t hesitate and dove in.

With a full mouth, he mumbled, “If this tastes as good as it…” Then it hit him, and his eyes rolled back in pure delight. “Oh god.”

Jared went in a little slower, cutting his steak and bringing it past his lips. He took several testing bites and paused, glaring at you. He was actually glaring at you. Dropping the act, he’d kept up all night, pissed at how good it tasted. He knew what tonight had been about. About you trying to butter him up, quite literally with butter braised steak. And god dammit. It was a good steak. And he was mad about it.

“Fuck.” Jared cursed aloud, snapping your and Jensen’s attention to him. “Fuck, that’s good.”

You smiled sheepishly, looking down at your plate. “I can’t say I’ve had that reaction before. Not quite as orgasmic as I was hoping for, maybe if I adjusted the…” Your face went pale, realizing the last part was out loud.

Jensen snorted, and Jared even cracked a smirk.

“So, um,” You attempted a recovery. “How was work this week?”

A few minutes of silence passed as Jensen gave Jared a chance to answer. When he didn't and caught him glaring again, Jensen kicked his shin under the table, prompting him further.

Jared grunted. “Well, hours weren't as shitty as usual.”

“Cause Collins hasn't been around.” Jensen teasingly interjected.

Jared chuckled. “Yeah, not as many retakes. Finally, it feels like we're making some progress this season.”

You nodded. The three of you looked back and forth, trying to gauge whether it was appropriate to continue the conversation or return to eating.

“What about you?” Jared coughed before going in for another bite.

“Same old.” You simply stated.

Silverware scraped against plates. A clock ticked in the living room. The sounds of the city rose from the streets. You dabbed the corner of your mouth with the black cloth napkin, then considered it. You’d be willing to bet good money this was the first time Jensen ever pulled them out.

Jensen tried again to spark the conversation again. “Should we talk Vegas?”

Your eyes lit up excitedly, ready to discuss a plan and details.

“So, about that,” Jared started. Jensen didn’t hide his scowl, but Jared's eyes widened, challenging him. “It’s not often we get that kind of time off work, and I’m going to meet Gen in Austin.”

Ah, so dinner wasn’t the wondrous miracle you hoped it would be. You cursed yourself for not trying a Wellington. Jensen reached under the table to graze your thigh, trying to communicate that this had nothing to do with you.

“Why doesn’t she join us?” Jensen shrewdly offered.

Jared’s lips formed a thin line before countering. “Actually, we are going to use the time to do some house hunting.” He hesitated for a minute. “We’ve started talking about, um, the next steps in starting our family.”

Kids? Oh god, Jensen was going to be an uncle. He was already an uncle to Harper’s clan, but this was Jared. All the tension momentarily evaporated as you both offered your excitement and congratulations.

“Yeah, our current setup isn’t going to cut it. We need more space, a yard.” Jared explained. “Y/n, are you interested in kids?”

Jensen choked on the last piece of steak, recovering with a swig of wine. The temporary peace was broken yet again.

“Oh, um.” You stammered, trying to think of a response. Every couple (that was serious, that is) had to come across this question. You just didn’t picture you were there yet with Jensen. And you didn’t picture the conversation would come about this way. “Well, I’ve recently only managed to keep a house plant alive, so maybe the next step is like a cat or something before moving onto a…” You gulped. “A child.”

“Hmm. So you haven’t given it much thought?” He clarified.

“I mean,” Heat was rising to your cheeks. “It might not be my first choice, looking after a little drooling, monstrous carbon copy. Don’t get me wrong, I love being Aunt Y/n to my niece but one of my own. It’s a lot of responsibility and sacrifice and time and money… I don’t know. There’s a lot of benefits, too, I’m sure. You and Gen will be fantastic parents!”

“Interesting.” Jared ignored your last comment. “Wasn’t it in Colorado that you said you’d have Jensen’s babies? Or maybe that’s changed after you got to know him more.” He chuckled a bit, trying to conceal it as a joke.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Jensen attempted to shut this down.

“No, I never actually said that.” You talked over him and defended yourself. “Casey, a fan, although more than well-meaning, took several liberties that day. A decision that big should require careful consideration rather than something silly like initial attraction or blind devotion, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Absolutely,” he responded sincerely. “Such as your partner’s thoughts on the issue. Gen and I knew immediately that growing our family was an intention for our relationship. Jensen, you’ve always wanted kids, haven’t you?”

If looks could kill, Jared would currently be en route to the nearest morgue. But then he caught a glance at your wide, curious eyes awaiting an answer. There’s no way he would lie about this. Yet, this was the first time the subject of the long-term future had been broached. He swallowed the lump in his throat with another dose of wine, then threw his napkin on his plate.

“I have always seen my future with one or two kiddos running around.” He spoke softly and slowly. “But if my partner wasn’t on board, there’s no way I’d force that upon them. The two of us would always come first.”

Jared raised his eyebrows and nodded, staying silent as he finished his last bite.

You filled the silence instead, unable to handle the pause in conversation. “Similarly, I would never want to deny my future partner if that was something that was really important to them.”

Jensen closed his eyes and took a steadying breath. This wasn’t a relationship-ending kind of conversation. You did share common ground. And it was each other.

“That seems like a lot of sacrifice.” Jared circled back to the earlier point.

“But what is love?” You asked back.

Jensen whined a high-pitched melody under his breath, “Baby, don’t hurt me,” so over this conversation.

But Jared and you were beyond dialed in.

“You want to define that here, tonight?” Jared pushed. “Scholars, philosophers, religions; they’ve been trying to do that since the dawn of humanity.”

“Many of which have brought it back to sacrifice.”

“And many of which have used that ideal to perpetuate cycles of horrendous abuse.”

You pushed your plate aside, needing the space to talk with your hands. “I’m not denying that. But if you are talking on an individual level about two people in love outside of an institution, there are many components, but sacrifice is usually one of them.”

“So you’re arguing you shouldn’t be happy for the sake of the other person?”

“I’m arguing,” You strained. “Both people in the relationship sacrifice for each other, and not only are they happy to do so, but it is a privilege. You lift each other up and balance the other, and there is a net gain rather than elevating one over the other, becoming nothing more than a mere doormat. Trust me, I’ve been around enough narcissists to understand that never ends well.”

“So that’s your conclusion: love is sacrifice?” Jared asked.

Was he trying to trap you? “Like I said, it’s a component. But at the end of the day, I’d say love is a choice. There’s those initial feelings of lust and excitement and newness that will eventually fade away. And you’ll get on each other’s nerves, and there’ll be tears and fighting, and hell, we all get old, and gravity always wins. There’ll be moments where you have to choose. In fact, there’ll probably be moments where you choose not to. At the end of the day, I’d like to end up with someone who is my best friend above all else because you’ll have that to fall back on when it's hard to love.”

Jared didn’t say it contradictory but as a compliment to your point. “Friendship is its own kind of love.” He looked to Jensen apologetically.

“Very true.” You agreed. “What do you think, Jensen?”

Jensen sighed and shook his head. He stood up to start clearing the table. “It’s a mystery. Sometimes love is just love.”

You began stacking the dishes, bringing them to the kitchen as well. “It defies explanation, logic even.” You added.

Jared grabbed the bottle of wine, refilled glasses, and brought the fresh pour to you. “And definition. It’s the ultimate expression of humanity, isn’t it? To wrestle with complex concepts.”

You chuckled, taking a sip. “I guess that’s based on how you define humanity.”

Jared leaned against the counter. “Well…”

Jensen snapped up from putting plates in the dishwasher. “How about a movie?”

Jared lost his train of thought. “I have kind of been in the mood for The Matrix.”

You beamed. Perhaps this disaster of a night wasn’t ruined after all. It would be the perfect opportunity to bring up simulation theory with Jared. From what Jensen told you, Jared loved debating and theorizing over abstract topics. It would be the perfect foot in. Maybe you could impress him after all.

Jensen caught the mischievous look in your eye. He shook his head. “Don’t…”

But you beat him to it. “That sounds perfect!”

---

Later that night, hours after discussing perceived reality, you hovered over the kitchen sink, scrubbing down the remaining mess. Jared was long gone but thanked you for a pleasant evening. Jensen came up behind you, stripped down to his undershirt and briefs. He pulled your waist to his, wrapping his grasp around your hips, and nuzzled closer.

“Come to bed.” He whispered into your neck.

You half-moaned, leaning into his touch. “I just have a few more.”

“That’s what the dishwasher is for.” He said.

You paused and stiffened. “And ruin the finish on this cast iron? You monster.” Jensen gave a light chuckle before closing his eyes against your skin as you continued. “How do you think tonight went?”

He sighed, chewing it over.

“I know.” You agreed. “I should have done the Wellington.” That earned you a pinch to the side. You yelped. “Not when I’m washing the knives!”

“Honestly,” Jensen started. “I don’t know what to think.”

You took a deep gulp and turned off the faucet before turning to face him. You searched his eyes and ran your pruned thumb against his cheek.

“I don’t want to come between you two.” You strained.

He took your hand and his and glided your knuckles across his lips.

“You’re not.” He whispered.

Your glare pierced him.

Jensen continued. “He’s coming around, albeit slowly.” He added as your gaze held, “I promise.”

Your breath released, and the tension left your body, too tired to challenge him further.

“Come on, off to bed.” He instructed.

But you turned around and yawned, “Only a few more.”

Suddenly, you were swooped up and being carried away from the kitchen. “The rest can wait.”

You hit the mattress, immediately sinking into the plush duvet and feathered pillows. Jensen followed, his warmth and weight wrapping around you. The day's weight full of travel, cooking, cleaning, debating, and worrying all hit you instantly. You closed your eyes, darkness quickly closing in. Yet you couldn’t ignore the lips peppering slow, soft kisses at the edge of your navel.

“Mmmm. Jensen, I’m tired.” You moaned over the response your body had to his touch. His fingers danced along the hem of your shirt, trailing higher. Between kisses, he breathed. “You won’t have to do a thing.”

You popped an eye open and raised an eyebrow, looking down at him through the darkness. The city lights illuminated his features. There was a feral glow in his eyes, waiting for that sweet, sweet permission he longed to hear.

“Are you proposing to use me?” You questioned, rubbing your thighs tighter, seeking pressure to alleviate the quickly growing need.

And he knew it, too. A smirk that would impress even the devil crossed his lips. “That depends,” He brought his hand from your ribs, prying your thighs apart, and you whined in response. “Would you like to be used?”

You nodded even though you could barely keep your eyes open, “Very much.”

He made quick work of your clothing, your lazy attempts to help only impeding the process. The cold air of the condo brushed over your skin, providing temporary alertness as your hair rose and you shivered in response. His hands roamed over you, chasing away the chill, replacing the sharpness with tenderness.

Even as you wrestled sleep from taking you, eyes fluttering close, you could feel his eyes on you. From day one, he made it his mission to study you; taking note of every sharp inhale, every squirm, every crease of the brow. He had been a quick and eager student. His hand gently encouraged your legs apart, his hand roving over your core, parting your very soul as he found his mark. Satisfied, his eyes closed, and his head rested against your chest as he let instinct take over.

Dancing on the edge of sleep yet pulled to the waking world by pleasure, your brain couldn’t comprehend thoughts. The worries of the day, the countless insecurities, the what-ifs, they all melted from your mind. The only thing you knew was touch. It was the only constant. The concept of time faded, and at some point unbeknownst to you, fingers had been replaced with lips.

Incoherent words praised his practiced tongue as thoughts attempted and failed to form meaning. Your hand wound through his hair, gripping to hold him in place as you rocked your hips forward. His arms hooked under your legs, lifting you higher, spreading you farther as he lost his need for air. His only purpose in consuming you.

“Jensen.” You mewled his name as a curse. “Please. God, please.”

Teeth scraped against soft flesh, sending you soaring off that endless cliff. You cried out, a slew of fractured speech. Jensen idly continued as you floated back down to reality. Only as breath returned, hungry for air, did he stop, attempting to catch some himself.

“Turn over,” He instructed through the shallow pants. “On your knees.”

You whined, rubbing your face with your palm. “You said I wouldn’t have to do anything.”

He nipped at your inner thigh. “Brat.”

You lazily smiled until he grabbed your sides and flipped you over himself. That woke you up, but only momentarily as he shuffled behind you, allowing you a minute to bury your head deeper into the pillow.

“Oh, I don’t think so, sweetheart.”

An arm snaked under your diaphragm, and you lost your breath as he pulled you up to a kneel, pinning you against his bare, hard flesh. His hands roamed your curves, already mapped in his mind, desperate to bring to fruition what he had imaged during the month apart. A hand came to your throat, gently squeezing, as he tilted it to the side.

“Color?” He cooed into your ear.

You only moaned, too tired for words, grinding your hips back into him, hoping it would prompt this process further along.

“Use your words.” He softly demanded.

“Green.” You placed a hand over his, encouraging him to squeeze harder. “So fucking green.”

He buried his mouth into the crook of your neck, claiming you, possessing you, undoing you. But two could play this game. With your free hand, you reached behind you, immediately claiming your prize. You stroked up and down his length, stopping at the apex and rolling your grasp.

“Fuck.” He indulged temporarily before taking your hand, guiding it to the top of the headboard.

Your other hand followed suit as he gripped your hips. You arched your back and swayed side to side, inviting him in or, at the very least, enticing him to hurry.

“Patience has never been your strong suit.” He playfully scolded.

As he knocked your knee with his own, spreading you apart further and lower, he bent down, planting long, deliberate kisses on the small of your back. Your eyes fluttered close yet again, your mind at war with your body, demanding sleep. He neared your entrance, testing at first, then surged forward, completely filling you. You cried out, sparks turning to flame as he flooded you. Over and over, he built pace, seeking his own high.

It was unlike anything you had ever known. Nothing existed outside of this claiming rhythm, outside of this mounting heat, outside of this ecstasy. Your mind was blank. Your mind was numb. He was the only thing you had ever known—the only thing you were created for.

His hand gripped your shoulder, arching you deeper, pulling you more flush against his hardness, hitting the deepest parts of you. Your curses and praise garbled together, moans became mute, and blinding pressure rose, threatening to break.

“Come on, Y/n,” Jensen said through ragged pants. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

“Jensen.” You cried, tears spilling over. “I can’t, I’m so tired.”

His grip left your shoulder and joined yours on the headboard, intertwining his fingers with yours as he drove into you over and over and over.

“Yes, you can.” He encouraged. “Tell me where.”

He adjusted, giving you time to assess the effectiveness.

And then, suddenly, “Ah, right there. Fuck, don’t fucking stop.” You squeezed your eyes shut.

He did as he was told, gritting his teeth together, fingers digging into your flesh as he held on. He waited and waited until he felt you close in around him, constricting, demanding he fall off that cliff with you into the deep pool of bright light. Your hands slid from the headboard as you collapsed back onto the mattress. Jensen fell with you, his weight trapping you.

It could have been minutes. It could have been hours. But eventually, you found your way to the surface again, taking a deep, shuttering breath. Jensen rolled off you onto his back. He stared up at the ceiling, breathing in and out, in and out. Sweat outlined his sculpted frame as he ran a hand through his tousled hair. When his heart finally settled, his eyes found yours, and he pulled you close.

You were no longer aware if you were sleeping or awake, but still, you said. “I think it is safe to say we can move ‘exhausted sex’ from the maybe category to any fucking time or day.”

He laughed and kissed your forehead. “Thank you.”

You groaned. “Oh please, let’s not start that again.”

“Fair.” He agreed and thought of something else to say. “You’ve ruined me.”

“I’ve ruined you?” You corrected. “Sir. You’ve gone and rendered the entirety of the male species inconsequential.”

“Okay,” He challenged, rubbing his eyes. “You can’t be that tired if you can spin that heap of bullcrap.”

You burrowed into the crook of his arm and closed your eyes before mumbling, “It's not bullcrap. You’ve ruined me too.”

His eyes darted back and forth in the darkness, contemplating everything you had said about love and god, even children. He looked back at you. Your breath had slowed and evened out. And he knew his epiphany remained true. His love for you was beyond his initial attraction, curiosity, or, frankly, his blue balls. He’d give it all up if you asked, find some office job, become a cat dad. And then it hit him why, and he chuckled, saving that thought for another day because now sleep was threatening him too, and he might not be thinking rationally.

He kissed your hair and whispered, testing it out loud. “I love you.” A cold, electric shiver ran throughout his being.

He froze as you stirred. “Hmm?”

He chuckled. “What would you think about going public?”

You shot up, fully conscious. Fully alert. Your brow furrowed, trying to comprehend.

“Aren’t we already public? You did ask me out at a convention?”

He also sat up, rubbing his hands through his hair to stir further energy.

“Well, kind of. People know I’m dating, but only a select few know who.” He explained trying to assess your emotions at the same time. “We’ve done a pretty good job keeping a wrap on your identity.”

“Probably ‘cause your ballcap and sunglasses are such a convincing disguise, Clark Kent.” You teased.

“Smartass,” he grumbled. “Probably more likely because I have a good manager and an even better team right now who locked down and scrubbed your social media.” He waited for you and added, “If you don’t want to…”

“No, that’s not it.” You stopped him. “I… Can I think it over?”

“Of course. Take all the time you need; there’s no rush.” He assured.

“I’ll have to talk to some people beforehand. Friends, coworkers, family.” You gritted your teeth. “My mom, she… Well, she might make things difficult.”

“Hey, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up so late. We can sleep on it and talk to the team tomorrow. They’ll answer any questions you have and maybe provide some guidance on the hard things.” He bent down to look into your eyes. “Okay?”

You nodded in response.

“Let’s get some rest, yeah?” He encouraged again and pulled you down against him.

But how the fuck were you supposed to sleep now? Your whole world could change overnight. And you weren’t sure you were ready for it.

---

TAGS:

Everything Jackles: @akshi8278

GHTTC: @maggiegirl17 @foxyjwls007 @djs8891 @deans-spinster-witch @tmb510 @ghostofjoharvelle @ellen-reincarnated1967 @deansgirl79 @chriszgirl92

(Always feel free to ask to be added or removed (I won't be offended))

#supernatural #spn #spn fandom #spn fanfic #jensen ackles #jensen x reader #jensen x you #jensen x y/n

94 notes · View notes

all-the-things-2020 · 11 months ago

Text

Late Night Talking - Chapter Four

Summary: Things are moving along. The G word is used. Emily spends the night at Dieter’s place.

Rating: PG-13 (implied sex but nothing graphic)

Tagging @rhoorl @gwendibleywrites @avastrasposts

Notes: The Cheech is a real art museum in Riverside.

Dieter and I had been seeing each other for about a month. We’d managed to go out at least once a week and talked on the phone almost every night. Things were still low key. We’d visited the Cheech (Dieter was really into art; his mother had been an artist and he dabbled in painting now and then), gone for a hike in the Santa Monica Mountains, had a picnic at the Citrus Park. Nothing fancy, nothing that would attract attention.

Tonight, we were hanging out at his place, snuggling on the couch and watching random shows on Netflix. I had to go back to work in a few weeks, and I hoped that once I wasn’t available on weekdays, we wouldn’t drift apart. His schedule was different all the time, and I knew he had a project coming up that would require him to be out of town for several weeks.

We hadn’t slept together yet. I was wary of taking that step when I wasn’t sure exactly how things were going to work out, and he hadn’t put any pressure on me, even though he’d made more than a few hints. For now, I was content to keep things as they were. We’d had a few heavy make out sessions, one in the back seat of his car that had led to an embarrassing incident with a police officer who seemed surprised to find two middle-aged people steaming up a car’s windows.

I wasn’t even sure what we were watching anymore, since I was so comfortable in Dieter’s arms that I was ready to doze off. I jumped when his phone rang on the coffee table. He chuckled and rubbed his hands up and down my arms. “Easy there,” he said, leaning forward to look at the phone screen. “Oh, it’s my agent. I’ve got to take this.” He snatched up the phone and answered the call.

“Hey,” he said. “No, no, it’s fine. Just hanging out with my girlfriend. So what’s up?”

He wriggled out from under me and walked into the other room, away from the noise of the television. I sat on the couch, stunned. Had he just referred to me as his girlfriend? We hadn’t talked about where this thing was going, hadn’t discussed whether we were exclusive or how serious either of us was.

He disappeared for a while, leaving me to stare at the TV until Netflix asked “Are you still there?” I stirred enough to press the button on the remote, and it started playing the next episode of whatever we’d been watching. Dieter came back in and tossed his phone back on the table. He flopped down on the couch and pulled me into his lap.

“He’s got me an audition for a rom-com,” he said. “Finally, something that isn’t an action flick. Keep your fingers crossed.”

“That’s great news,” I said. I wasn’t sure how to bring it up, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to relax until I knew for sure. “Um, did you mean what you said?”

“What did I say?,” he asked distractedly, busy with the remote looking through the Netflix menu.

“You … you told him you were hanging out with your girlfriend,” I said carefully. “Did you mean that? Am I your girlfriend?”

He dropped the remote. “Shit,” he said. He ran one hand through his hair, making it even messier than usual. “Um, yeah, I know we haven’t really talked about things, but … yeah, I do think of you as my girlfriend.”

I turned around in his lap to face him. “So does that make you my boyfriend?” I asked, cupping his face with one hand.

He smiled. “I guess it does,” he said. I leaned forward and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. “Oh, yeah, definitely your boyfriend,” he said between kisses.

I sat back. “We should probably talk about this,” I said. “I mean, I’m going back to work soon, and I don’t know how often we��ll be able to see each other. This is kind of going to be a long-distance relationship, you know.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I know, but I’m cool with that. It’s not ideal, but we’ll make it work. We can spend the weekends together, maybe I can come out during the week sometimes … we’ll manage.”

“About that,” I said. “If we’re going to be spending the weekends together, maybe it’s time we … um, take the next step? I mean, if we’re serious about each other.”

“Oh, I’m very serious,” he said, his hands sliding down to my hips. “So very, very serious about you.” He kissed me fiercely and I wrapped my arms around his neck, running my fingers through his hair, messing it up even more. After a few minutes, he reached onto the coffee table for the remote and clicked the television off.

“Let’s move this into the bedroom,” he murmured.

“Sounds good to me,” I replied, feeling giddy. He stood up and held out his hand. I took it and he led me off to bed.

***********************************

I woke up long before the sun came up. As I crawled out of bed, Dieter stirred. “Where you goin’?” He mumbled.

“Have to pee,” I whispered back. He grunted and buried his face in the pillow. I stumbled through the darkened house to the bathroom, still half asleep myself. I flicked on the light and immediately regretted it. I had to screw my eyes shut against the blinding glare, and fumbled for the switch. Of course, that meant I was effectively blind until my eyes readjusted and I nearly missed the toilet.

I was laughing as I made my way back to the bedroom. “What's so funny?” Dieter said, his voice muffled through the pillow. “Are you looking at my ass?”

“No,” I said, slipping back under the covers. “I just blinded myself with the bathroom light and almost killed myself.”

“Oh, okay, then,” he said. He pulled me close and pressed a kiss against my forehead. “Now shut up and let me sleep.”

“You’re grumpy when you’re sleepy,” I replied.

“Less talk, more sleep,” he said, pulling his pillow over his head.

************************************

The sun was high by the time we finally got up the next morning. Dieter was definitely not a morning person. He was not talkative at all, pulling on an old t-shirt and a pair of shorts before stumbling to the kitchen to turn on the coffee maker. I picked my clothes up off the bedroom floor, got dressed, and followed him.

“Want some breakfast?” I asked, opening the refrigerator to see what he had. I always wake up starving, for some reason.

“Um,” he grunted, slumped on a stool at the kitchen island.

“Is that a yes or a no?,” I laughed. I smoothed his messy hair back from his face and kissed his forehead.

“Yes,” he said. “Coffee first, though.”

I found some eggs, butter, and a loaf of bread on the counter. “How do you like your eggs?” I asked, not expecting much of an answer. He was busy preparing his coffee and didn’t hear me at first. “I said … how do you like your eggs?”

“Hmm, oh, runny, please,” he said before taking a deep gulp of coffee. He sighed and sank back down onto his seat.

“Sunny side up, coming right up,” I said brightly, as I put the frying pan on the stove. He flipped me off.

“Gee, I’d think you’d be nicer to me after what I let you do to me last night,” I teased.

“You loved it,” he retorted, clearly starting to react to the caffeine.

“Yeah, I did,” I admitted. I tossed a pat of butter into the hot frying pan. “How many eggs?”

“Two,” he said, standing up, carrying his coffee mug with him. He stood right behind me, putting his chin on my shoulder.

“Back off,” I said. “I can’t cook if you’re on top of me like that.”

“Oh, sorry, thought you liked that,” he teased. I elbowed him in the stomach and he stepped back with an “oof.”

I cracked a couple of eggs into the pan, then popped some toast into the toaster while they started to fry. “Make yourself useful and get some plates,” I told him.

“I’d think you’d be nicer to me after what I did to you last night,” he replied. I flipped him off and he laughed. He was definitely responding to the caffeine.

I finished his eggs, plated them, and started on my own. His toast popped up and I slathered it with butter for him. “Go ahead,” I said. “Don’t let it get cold.”

He broke the yolks on his eggs, dipped in his toast and took a big bite. “Mmm, you’re definitely a keeper,” he said after he’d swallowed.

“Eggs and toast aren’t that difficult,” I said. “Don’t get any grand ideas about me being a good cook or anything.” I pointed the spatula at him.

He held his hands up. “I would never assume,” he said. “Traditional gender roles have no place in this house.” He took another bite and pointed at the stove with his fork. “Your eggs are burning.”

“Oh, shit,” I said, quickly pulling the pan off the burner, narrowly saving my breakfast from ruin. Fortunately, my toast came out perfectly.

After breakfast (and two more cups of coffee for Dieter), he did the dishes and retired to the shower. When he returned, he was dressed in a nicer t-shirt and a clean pair of shorts. “You actually look alive now,” I told him.

“It takes me a while,” he admitted. “Hope that’s not going to be a problem.”

“No,” I said. “Lazy mornings are just fine by me, when I can get away with it.” I pulled him down onto the couch next to me. “During the week, I’m in such a rush … this is nice.” I snuggled up next to him.

“So, what do you want to do today?,” he asked. “Go to the movies, take a hike, hit a museum?”

“Just hang out with my boyfriend,” I replied.

“Sounds good to me.”

********************************************************

As I drove home that afternoon, it hit me. I’d slept with a movie star. It hadn’t felt like that at the time. It was just me and Dieter, the guy I was crazy about, who called me every night and talked about stupid stuff until we were both tired enough to call it a night. It had felt natural, easy. But as I steered through traffic on the 10 I realized the implications of our actions.

I was Dieter’s girlfriend. He’d said it. That meant we were exclusive. Things were serious. And now I was part of his story. A story that was plastered all over the Internet and social media and magazines any time he did anything remotely news worthy. A story I would be featured in if we went somewhere public, if he mentioned me in an interview. Part of me — the part that had always told herself it didn’t matter that she hadn’t been asked to the dance because she didn’t want to go anyway — wanted to flaunt it to the world.

A bigger part of me was scared shitless. I hated having my picture taken. I always volunteered to be the photographer on outings, feeling safer behind the camera than in front of it. I offered to help in the kitchen at parties, help clear up after meetings. I liked being in the background, part of something but never the focus. Dieter lived in a huge spotlight. He was the main character of not only his own life, but most events around him. I wasn’t sure I could handle that amount of attention.

But then I thought of him when we were alone, just the two of us together. He felt right. We felt right. My head fit against his shoulder like we were two puzzle pieces. He’d told me bits and pieces about his life, things I suspected he hadn’t told anyone else besides his therapist. I told him stuff, too, surprising myself with my candor. It wasn’t just physical intimacy between us. It was emotional, mental, intellectual.

I tried to concentrate on the traffic. I knew Sam would tell me I was still in the infatuation stage, and tease me that the man must be good in bed if I was so discombobulated by being dicked down for the first time. But I knew it wasn’t that. Or at least not just that.

It scared me. Because for the first time in my life, I felt like the main character of my own story, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to be a star.

By the time I got home, I had a raging tension headache from driving. I flipped through my mail, took some ibuprofen and settled down on the couch to text Sam.

ME: Hey

SAM: Oh, you’re still alive. Starting to wonder.

ME: Ha ha very funny. I just got home.

SAM: From yesterday’s date? No way. I want details!

ME: It was good.

SAM: You fucked a celebrity and all you tell me is it was good? That’s bs.

ME: I slept with my boyfriend for the first time. It was good but awkward. You know how it is.

SAM: Excuse me, BOYFRIEND? When did this go from ‘we’re kind of seeing each other’ to ‘he’s my BOYFRIEND’? You skipped a big chunk.

ME: Last night. Look, are you going to be serious about this?

SAM: Of course. Sorry. Go on.

I wasn’t sure what to tell her. What had happened between me and Dieter was private. I wanted to keep it that way, but at the same time, Sam had always been my safe person, the one I could tell just about anything to because she lived so far away and wasn’t part of my day to day life.

ME: He got a phone call from his agent. He told the guy he was just ‘hanging out with his girlfriend.’ I asked him if he meant it. He said yes.

SAM: So this is serious.

ME: Very serious. Sam, I don’t know what I’m doing! Dieter is amazing. He’s funny and smart and he just gets me.

SAM: And he’s hot.

ME: Yeah, and he’s hot. But it’s summer and I have all this free time and I feel like a kid on vacation. What’s going to happen once I’m back at work and we’re both busy and he’s off filming something and we hardly see each other? How long can we keep this up?

SAM: If it’s meant to be, you’ll figure it out. But you won’t know unless you try. And sweetie, even if it doesn’t work out, you’ll have a hell of a story to tell when we’re in the retirement community knitting socks.

(We had a long standing joke that even though we lived so far apart, we’d eventually end up living in the same senior center and spend our days knitting socks and drinking mimosas between bingo games.)

ME: It doesn’t feel like a fling. But it can’t be the real thing, can it? I mean, he’s got a fucking Oscar on his bookshelf, Sam. I saw it. Just sitting there like a knickknack.

SAM: So what? Thom’s got a degree from Harvard hanging on the wall. Doesn’t make him better than me. Look, Em, loosen up. Enjoy yourself. You always look for the crash that might be coming instead of enjoying the ride. Maybe he’s the One. Maybe he isn’t. But right now, he’s yours. No one else’s. Just yours.

ME: You’re right. You’re always right. I should let you go. Give Thom and the kids a hug from me.

SAM: Only if you give Dieter one from me! Can’t wait to let that name drop next time I have to see that bitch Lana, ha ha!

I always felt better after chatting with Sam. She had a way of taking the blinders off of me, letting me see more than just the narrow path ahead that I imagined, strewn with rocks and danger. She’d helped me through losing both my parents, layoffs and furlough days at work, and various other bumps in the road, keeping me focused on the silver lining of even the darkest cloud.

Dieter wasn’t a dark cloud. He was sunlight and moonbeams and starshine. All I had to do was step out into the light.

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x ofc #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo fluff #late night talking

25 notes · View notes

mulledcherrywine · 2 years ago

Text

you trust me, no?

summary: you help Harry cut his hair

a/n: officially have writers block BUT we are still going to post anything and everything bc a crummy post is better than none 💪

Sat on the couch, you and Harry had begun to waste away another Saturday. Watching what felt like the ten thousandth episode of whatever it was you’d started watching, your hand was gently draped on the back of Harry’s neck, twirling little strands of his hair around your nails.

“Your hair’s getting a little long, hm?” you said, shuffling it around.

“Oh, yeah,” he said, “M’probably going to have to cut it soon, think it’s a little unruly now”

“I’ll do it!” You beamed, “I promise it’ll be pretty”

He drew his brows together, considering it.

“Uhm, are you sure you can do it?” He said softly, trying not to offend.

“H, I’ve done it loads before, I used to trim my bangs myself all the time. It’s simple!”

“Fine,” he huffed, “just please, y’know, don’t go crazy or anythin’”

You squealed in response, wrapping your arms around him.

“Yes, yes okay!”

Pulling him up, you took the both of you to the kitchen where you set up a chair, scissors and grabbed a towel to put around his neck. He sat down, and you put a bit of water onto his hair to make it a bit easier to cut.

“Hand me the scissors please, lovie,” you said, massaging his scalp lightly. He tentatively passed them over his shoulder to you, showing his nerves.

“Harry, relax, I’m not going to ruin your precious hair. You trust me, no?”

“No, no, don’t do that, don’t make me feel bad!”

“I’m not!”

“Just please be careful, baby”

“Always”

You ran a small piece of his hair between two fingers to start, trimming the ends very professionally. Slowly, getting more comfortable and letting Harry’s shoulders de-tense themselves, you’d begun to complete a rather well done haircut for him.

You brushed off his shoulders and plugged in the blow dryer, just running it lightly over the top of his head, brown curls lightning as they dried. A few blonde pieces were hidden under the layers of his hair, but the sun in the window caught them rather beautifully. Lost in Harry’s details, you were broken out of it by his voice.

“Is everything alright?” He said.

“It’s done!” You grinned, turning him around to see it in full-view from the front. He looked right at you, a smile smile curling across his face as you checked if his hair was even.

“S’it good?” He asked.

“Perfect.”

“Okay, don’t get too cocky now,” he joked, “it’s the clients approval that counts, hm?”

You handed him over the little handheld mirror on the counter. You watched him lovingly as he admired the job you had done.

“What do you think?” You asked eagerly.

“S’perfect, baby. Like, really good” He praised, leaning up to give you a kiss from the chair.

“Think I should do it professionally, then?”

“Oh definitely, s’long I get some special offer for being your first”

“I think I can come up with something.”

167 notes · View notes

adultswim2021 · 10 days ago

Text

Check It Out! With Dr. Steve Brule #1: “Health” | June 7, 2010 - 12:30AM | S01E04

Tonight’s episode is about Health, the single most important subject to Dr. Steve Brule. In the first segment we find out if Steve is handsome or not with Cynthia Driscoll, or “Santhia Dringus” as Brule calls her. She’s played by the wonderful Maria Bamford. Of all the small number of clearly-scripted characters on the show she is quite possibly my favorite. Maria has played other versions of this character in the past, but that doesn't take away from how goddamned funny and talented she is. The punchline to the segment is that they give Steve a weird makeover. A TAD cartoony for my taste, but Maria shines so not all is lost.

I can’t tell if saying stuff like “Maria shines so not all is lost” in regards to an old TV show that only drug perverts stayed up to watch makes me sound pretentious or gay or whatever. But I’m gonna keep doing it. I'm going to use this paragraph to mention that there is a bit about a screen door and a randy man courtesy of Carol Krabbit, one of the scariest women going (at the time [she has passed {I assume}]).

Now we get into the bulk of the show that is most recycled from the unaired pilot of Check It Out, which is available via the darkweb. The unaired pilot is not actually VHS-ified, so you actually get a sense of what the show looked like before Abso Lutely ran it through the ole Quasar. The interview with the football kid and Hippy Joel both appear in the pilot. There are extra bits here and there within the used footage, as well.

During Brule’s footrace we see a bald man walking out into the field to sorta check on Brule. This is the often-mentioned-but-not-seen Denny, the Vern to Brule’s Ernest P. Worrell. The pilot originally periodically cut to Denny, usually manning some piece of equipment, which I’m glad they dropped. We prefer Denny to be shrouded in mystery in my United States.

At the end of the footrace segment, Brule throws to Cynthia, describing a segment about keeping your body clean. In the finished episode, it just cuts back to her briefly looking concerned on the previous set before cutting back to Brule. In the pilot, this lead to a Maria Bamford solo segment where she discusses spraying her now-dead husband with DDT while he slept because she believed he was covered in bugs. The decision to drop segments without Brule probably comes from the decision to have Check It Out feel more like a fly-by-night operation that Brule and literally one other person (Denny) is producing without the knowledge of Channel 5.

Seen in the pilot but not this episode is a whole different intro and ending. This includes an opening segment where Brule gets a check-up at the doctor, and segment where Brule goes to a pretzel factory (both segments only survive by having brief segments shown in the opening sequence for the show proper). The Pretzel factory segment ends with Brule getting a call from his doctor, who tells him that his sodium levels are dangerously high and that he can no longer eat pretzels, which happen to be his favorite food. It’s fine, but it feels more contrived than most stuff on this show.

The last bit to talk about in the actual episode is a memorable commercial for an Aerobics Workout tape starring Steve Brule. He chastises a hunk for not following directions, and at one point we learn he put him in time out. Funny stuff.

EPHEMERA CORNER:

Neighbors from Hell #1: “Snorfindesdrillsalgoho” (June 13, 2010 - 11:00PM)

Neighbors From Hell was a TBS original adult animated sitcom. The first episode aired on Adult Swim as a cross-promotion. I watched it. What I saw did not make me seek out episode two.

The premise is that a demon from hell gets in trouble for liking Earth television. This also makes him an ideal candidate for going undercover on Earth in order to stop a big drill being made by an energy company from penetrating the center of the Earth, which is where Hell lives.

The hi-larious twist is that the hell family find Earthlings to be more hellish than they are. In particular, they have a talkative southern lady next door to them. I actually started watching this just to refresh my memory of what this show was really like. When it started, it was bad, but not as bad as I remembered. When that character was introduced, it became exactly as bad as I remembered.

That character… holy fuck. She just says stuff that’s basically the same as saying “I’m very annoying”. Midway through the show, she farts on her dog as some kind of punishment or something. I turned the show off in disgust at that part. It might be one of the most profoundly unfunny things I have ever seen.

Featuring a cast of people who have done better things and didn't deserve to be involved in this (yes, I'm including Patton Oswalt in this statement), and created by Pam Brady who is great, really, but this show certainly isn’t.

MAIL BAG:

It's a pretty fun meta joke for this blog that the Squidbillies wiki seems to be maintained predominantly by Dr. Steve Brule

Honestly, it's frightening how much this makes sense.

#adultswim2021 #adult swim #check it out! with dr. steve brule

2 notes · View notes

starythewriter · 1 year ago

Text

JACK HARLOWS SCRET SLUT PT 7

(Super long btw)

SMUT. Minors DNI please. p in V rough sex, a little bit of angst, a lot of smut.

you got up bright and early at 6AM as you had to be there by 8, you made your morning coffee and got ready… you saw Jack, you kissed him and he told you were an amazing person… he also asked “how’s the show? I haven’t had the chance to catch up but I will today especially because it’s the last day”

you reply: “it’s been great… tiring but for sure fun & I did enjoy my time with vinnie and everybody there… but even tho the episode is airing today, some photos were already posted and i haven’t seen. much on social media but…

people are already not liking it and no trying to cancel me for it…” Jack told you not to worry, to be calm and everything will be fine… he hugged you and you reminded him that even if your riding vinnie that Jack would still be in your heart… Jack got turned on knowing he had so much power over you… you licked his jaw and said… “I guess we’ll see if you’ll get jealous or not…”

he replied with “I wont… I’ll just fuck you harder… also me and vinnie are here to protect you so don’t worry about it…”

you asked him… “you wont be mad if we have sex right?”

“I wouldn’t care why? my love”

“we’ll considering today is the last day I might do something crazy with vinnie… so I want you to know jack… but I’m not sure… you know we still have to get ready for other shoots and then for your performances…”

“it’ll be fine my darling I wont mind… me and vinnie also have a surprise for you… I’ll reveal everything in a couple days.”

you were excited and nervous for whatever the surprise was, but you drove to set as you had no time to waste, you took Jack with you… he stayed around doing PHOTOSHOOTS for his music, meanwhile you went for fliming… you saw vinnie again… you smiled and already felt a lustful glaze coming from him… the crew told you to sit with him and have a lunch with him, turns out everybody was having a romantic lunch for the finale…. after some speaking with everyone else…

you thanked the crew, your friends and vinnie for making you feel safe and welcomed… after some more talking you decided to have the lunch with vinnie… his lustful gaze returned and you were so seduced but you had to keep composure for the cameras…

you looked at him with a smirk and said “well… I’ve never done anything like this before so you can take me as you please”

“my dear” he whispered seductively, he pulled you up and started walking towards the garden where everyone was having a romantic meal “we’ll have our dinner later, but you can start working now”

you nodded and followed him with your eyes watching everything unfold in front of you, you could feel the hunger building up inside you… you couldn’t wait for the food to arrive and your hands would start to shake, you knew that feeling… you knew that familiar craving for food but you wouldn’t give it to anyone but Jack… the way Vinnie held you in his arms as you both watched everyone eat it made you feel loved and protected… even though you knew nothing was going to happen between the three of you, you couldn’t help but enjoy every moment that was happening and you were so grateful that you guys had the chance to spend so many nights together with nobody else and with vinnie who was always so kind and caring, it gave you hope.

you both ran around the garden and did some flower picking… vinnie told you to wait meanwhile you chatted with some of the crew… vinnie came back with a rose…

“Y/N I give you this ride of love, abundance and my love, and all that you deserve you are truly a blessing to me…”

you blushed and took the flower while kissing him… you were so happy about this… you both went back inside after picking up some more flowers and he talked about some new PHOTOSHOOTS he had coming up… you were nervous but you told him “I think you should add me to them… especially because their for underwear… I have some ideas we can replicate…” you smirked and he blushed…

after some more time together you met up with everyone else…

you closed out the finale with a thank you note from every person on the show and of course doing some last ads…

you did it! you finished you were so happy you never had such a time consuming project, it was fun, and the best show you’ve been on, but you had to be there for almost 8 hours at times, fliming other things, or doing shoots, sometimes the episodes got extended last minute…

but you were so happy…

you and vinnie hugged after that, the episode from yesterday aired… vinnie incited you over to his house

and he had this great place… it was huge and beautiful… he took you over to a room where a lot of things were laying around for you to choose from… he had a ton of stuff on the walls and on shelves…

you thought ‘maybe a few of these would look cute on me’.

vinnie gave you a glass of wine, you sat down and waited for him to pick out something to wear… you two were getting a little tipsy…

you had your legs spread apart and were sitting there sipping and looking at eachother, he took off his shirt and you looked down at his chest… he was so perfect and sexy… and he was wearing these sexy blue boxer shorts… he pulled them down slowly, showing off his muscular body… you liked to watch him work his muscles and he had a tattoo on his left shoulder blade that said ‘i belong to no man’, which you found sexy as fuck…

you looked up at his face and he was looking directly at you… he grabbed you and put you on top of him and continued to undress you… you could hardly believe what was going on… you both ended up kissing deeply…

he moved his lips on your neck, licking and sucking it and you moaned… as he sucked it deeper and harder into his mouth and nibbled and bit on it, you tried to push him onto his back and he obliged… he started stroking you through your panties and you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a scream of pleasure…

his hands slipped inside your panties and touched and caressed you all over.

you stared to make out with him… “vinnie being with you feels like a dream… your so funny, sweet and so kind… I love you so much… your body is perfect everything is… I’ve been so anxious recently about what people are gonna say…”

he kissed you while inserting himself over and over and moaned he then groaned and said “I know baby, thank you… your so fucking pretty, hot and sexy, a goddess, I see why Jack fucked you up… and- don’t worry about shit, I’m here for you… you can always trust me and… hey I’m happy that I met you too… it was fate I think… fuck- you just get me so hard… but your so much more then this… i- guess we’re both just sexual by nature but i promise you your everything else and more.”

you smiled as he kept fucking you… you moaned more and more, you switched postions now you were ontop of him on his bed, you started to just jump on his dick while moaning praises “fuck- I’ve never taken dick this king or girthy…”

“ah- your so hard- literally sliding down faster then a zipper”

you just went for it, soon your face got so lewd, vinnie just enjoyed the view while bucking his hips slowly, you were thinking about Jack too and the way he’d love to join in on this… but… there’s no way they’d both agree to something like this… whag ifbthey THOUGHT it was weird you always had an insercuity when it came to having sex with the both of them or just being around the both of them…

vinnie rubbed your nipples and told you to calm down as he saw the nervousness on YOU face… you went back to being slutty he kept moaning… “fuck- did Jack mention anything about this? I bet he’s gonna try and win you over huh? but… I’ll be your caregiver… and shoot my cum down your throat”

you moaned even louder, loosing all control and riding him endlessly, eventually he came and coated your walks every single inch… you told him yes, and you knew that the protective side was coming out of vinnie but you told him not to worry thetes enough for the both of them… you both kissed and you laid beside him… you hugged you telling you how beautiful and romantic you are…

you were far too happy… but you sneaked at some posts and saw the hate coming for you… but…

you couldn’t be bothered… everybody thought you were switching from man to man… so you remembered the footage FLIMED today had a bit of s different story line whete you and vinnie distanced and you did… but it was originally never going to air, you pressured the producers to air that only and the following day it aired… hopefully keeping everybody quiet as you wanted to keep everything private…

yes bevause of the hate,but also in general…

The end.

#send in concepts #smut #smutty #jack harlow oneshots #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow x you #jack harlow x reader smut #jack harlow

14 notes · View notes

shinyemikyu · 2 years ago

Text

Okay, laugh at me all you want for “discovering” old-ass media, but:

For entirely unknown reasons, I just watched the first episode of the Animorphs TV show. I will not be watching any more.

I can totally forgive the bad special effects, and even find them a bit quaint and charming. I can even forgive the bad acting, despite that being less excusable. What I cannot and will not forgive is DESTROYING THE ENTIRE FUCKING PREMISE IN THE FIRST FUCKING EPISODE.

I don’t mind the fact that the walk through the construction site plays out a little differently than in the books. I don’t love the decidedly un-Rachel-like scream of terror while they’re hiding, but whatever. But then. Then:

VISSER THREE CLEARLY SEES JAKE IN HUMAN FORM WHILE THEY’RE RUNNING AWAY!

I don’t mean “oh look he ran right in front of him how would he not see that” and you can handwave it with him being distracted or some dumb shit. No. I mean the camera lingers on a shot FROM VISSER THREE’S PERSPECTIVE where Jake’s face is clearly visible.

But it’s worse than that. Because obviously a Yeerk infesting an Andalite body doesn’t know this random kid who saw too much. But just before this, we had Elfangor telepathically showing the kids what a Yeerk looks like. (I don’t even remember transmitting images via thought speak being in the books - was that a thing in the books? If not and it was made up just for the show then this is even worse.)

So we have established that Andalites can transmit images via thought speak and that Visser Three saw Jake’s face. Now I realize Visser Three is not the brightest, but I feel like even he could figure out the obvious: show all the human controllers this kid he saw and ask if anyone recognizes them. Then Tom is like “Yo that’s my host’s little brother let’s infest him��. So they do, at which point they learn the other Animorphs’ identities, infest them too, and now they have five morph-capable human hosts and no resistance. War over; Yeerks: 1, humanity: 0.

Admittedly I didn’t watch any more episodes, but based on the fact that they exist I’m guessing that’s not what happens in the show.

So. If for some reason any other adult in the year 2023 was still thinking of randomly watching the Animorphs TV show, don’t. You’re welcome.

Definitely reread the books though. They hold up surprisingly well.

#Animorphs #Animorphs books #Animorphs TV show #not really spoilers #but seriously WTF #why would you rewrite that scene only to then make such an effort to point out how this version of the story makes NO SENSE #not sorry for shouting it was entirely necessary #and I didn’t even mention the part where they see two identical dogs and are like yea this are both definitely ordinary Earth dogs

9 notes · View notes

cryptic0z · 2 years ago

Text

It’s Tuesday, again?

A short “supernatural” story, a twist on the ‘mystery spot’ episode, S.3 E.11

Readers POV through out the story

WARNING: Steamy

I was working the register when I saw two guys, some years older then me maybe, walk in, the taller one took a quick sweep around the diner, he looked at me and smiled as they walked away to a booth. My eyes followed them as they sat down, a hand came in front of me and the fingers snapped “stop staring at our costumers” i shook my head and pretended to work for half a second before I walked away from the register to the counter, put my elbows down, put my head in my hands and continued to look at the guys, something feels off about them.

Doris came back from taking their breakfast order, she slammed her hand down right in front of me “tell the chef” i jumped, grabbed the ticket in front of me and turned around, i put the ticket in the window and rang the bell, but our chef didn’t show up so I decided to walk into the kitchen, i opened the door and saw myself standing at the register, again, watching those guys walk in, again. It’s just deja vu.

Things changed now, the tall one looked really concerned, he did the same sweep over the diner, he looked at me, and a fake smile grew on his lips, i shook my head, this is weird, again i got the order from Doris, walked into the kitchen to give it to our chef, when i, again, was standing at our register.

I moved fast away from the register, i looked into the kitchen “eyo chef” he turned around “you called?” “Never mind” i smiled and turned around looking at the costumers, no, no. The guys sat down, once again, i followed every move they made, Doris came, once again with their order, i raised my eyebrow as she tried to give me the paper “hey, are you going to-“ “yes, sorry” i grabbed the order, turned around and looked in the kitchen, where is he? I again walked inside the kitchen, and when i came to the other side of the door, i was at the register.

No, no this is not okay, i promise that these guys have something to do with me living this damn Tuesday for the eighty seventh time now, this is just boring now, I’ve tried to do everything different, but whatever i do i just end up behind the register right before those guys walk in. I saw the door open, again, i watched as they sat down, i looked at Doris as she picked up her pen to go over and take their order, i ran over to her “I’ll take it” i grabbed the paper and pen and ran off “young lady” i heard behind me as my feet landed next to their table.

“What can i get you?” The tall one looked up at me, fear in his eyes “yes, I’ll have the special-“ “you’re not supposed to take our order” “Sam, what are you-“ “so you know that?” He moved closer to the window staring right at me “sit down” he whispered, i quickly sat down next to him, we didn’t say a word, i was to stunned to get a word out. “So what’s this about” the other guy said interrupting the silence between us.

“Something weird is going on” i said and turned my head towards him “we’re stuck in a time loop, i thought it was just me but” “i’m blaming you two for this, my life was great before you two donuts came into this diner” “oh, donuts” i heard a sigh from the guy, I sighed and looked at the tall guy “what are we gonna do?” I felt tears build up in my eyes “i think i know what’s happening” “yeah?” I heard my voice crack up, he looked down at me, he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer “hey, its fine, we’re gonna figure this out” not a single thought ran in my head “young lady-“ “i know, i know, I’m not supposed to just sit, I’m taking my break now” I didn’t turn around, I didn’t look at Doris, i kept my head tilted at the mans shoulder staring right at the other guy.

“I’ve figured out that we’re dealing with, a trickster, look i know it sounds-“ i quickly sat straight up and turned my head “you know, that makes sense” “well that’s a first” “Dean shut up”

We walked out of the diner, Sam did everything to not get Dean dead, really intriguing to watch. We walked to their motel, I’m following two strangers to a motel, real safe. I walked in after Dean “there’s only two chairs, so just take the bed” Sam quietly said as he came up behind me, i laid down on the bed, just staring at the ceiling, for a long time i heard the guys talking, i heard a keyboard clicking, pages turning.

“Call Bobby” “what’s he going to do? He’s on the other side of the country” “yes, i know Dean, but he might know something” “if dad didn’t-“ i laid very still on the bed giggling over them fighting, every word coming out of them just got weirder and weirder, what are they talking about? I did not actually think what they said was true, now I’m doubting myself.

“How’s it going over there?” I felt a big human being laying down next to me “we know how to kill it” i turned my head to Sam “yeah?” He nodded, turned his head and smiled at me “we just need to find it” Dean sighed from the table, me and Sam were just laying on the bed looking into each others eyes “yeah, so I’m gonna go and buy some pie” Dean said as he walked out of the motel room, the door closed and before we knew it we were under the covers together, I haven’t felt this good for a long time, and damn he knew what he was doing.

“S-Sam” i moaned as his face got up in front of mine, he smirked as his lips landed on mine, this felt so good, the passionate kissing, the things he does with his hands-

“No, no, no, no, no” and I’m at the register again.

#supernatural #tuesday #sam winchester #dean winchester #trickster

2 notes · View notes

ropes3amthoughts · 1 month ago

Text

I just finished Arcane and holy shit

Ok so it took me forever to watch because I had work (idk if I need to clarify but I’m not allowed to like spend the money my parents put it in an account for college so it’s not really like my money so it kinda sucks) and when I got home my little brother was hogging the upstairs tv for forntite and my parents were binging their own tv show downstairs and when my brother finally got off forntite my little little sister was playing fortnite on the tv and she said she promised to turn it off after her game and it took like an hour and a half 😭 and then my brother wanted to watch with me but he hadn’t finished the first season so we started watching the first season but then he got bored and started playing Roblox so then I could finally watch the final episodes and I didn’t wanna go online until I finished them bc I was afraid to be spoiled lmao but I am now ready to face the spoilers

Anyways I’m fucking floored

Godddddd that shit fucked me up so bad I can’t believe so much stuff that happened like they killed all those guys and like shut the fuck uppoppp outhhhhhjj 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 dude Jinx and Vi being apart always is killing me like in the alternate universe Vi was dead and now Jinx is dead are you serious shut the fuvk up I’m killing myself (not actually don’t get worried about me) oughhhhbthe sisters they’re like doomed by the narrative sisters or whatever the fuck Ough dude

I’m surprised by how many things people predicted online like Timebomb being canon and Ekko saving the day and that Vi would lose someone and stuff like wow these people predicted everything also how did Timebomb get nicknamed Timebomb like Jinx is the bomb part obviously lmao but how did Ekko get time? The ship is even more fitting with the time travel shit Ekko can do now lmao so it makes me wonder like how did it even get called that in the beginning? Also I’m glad Ekko got more focus he was cast to the side so much and the happy universe destroyed me like it was so peaceful and nice and stuff Ough the fanfic authors are gonna go crazy with this one because Timebomb is canon and because the AU thing like there’s so many AU stories you could play with bro take those feelings from the end of the show and make them a fic I believe in you guys

Dude that dimension Jayce ended up in was creepy as shit when the things started moving I was like “ewwww” I would’ve pissed myself if I was Jayce those evolved people all metally and empty and shit are so creepy ick

Mel is so great I love Mel her having magic powers is badass she’s the best

Dude I can’t believe the CaitVi sex scene was real you were right lesbians tbh I didn’t think it would happen but I didn’t think the people saying it were like delusional and horny or anything I just didn’t expect them to be doing that in the show like with all the conflict happening I didn’t see where that would fit in but but boy they made time for it and like I’m sex repulsed asexual so usually I be skipping shit like that but holy balls you guys Vi is so sexy like her with the longer hair too aghhhh foaming at the mouth when she pulled her shirt off and it showed her tattooed back I started coughing so hard I nearly started choking lord Vi meow meow hey girl meowwww that should’ve been me like ok sorry guys this is unprofessional of me like this whole rant is not very organized but I am being inappropriate my bad gang

Also the Caitlyn being like “I saw someone” and Vi being like “I don’t fucking care” was so funny I think the way Maddie got treated was so funny like Vi didn’t give a fuck about her Caitlyn brushed her off like girl you were cooked and then she was evil to add salt to the wound and then they killed her off? Lmaooooo that’s one way to write her out of the relationship

The Vi and Jinx stuff fucked me up so bad I can’t with them the sisters stuff is fucking me up so bad ough

God the part where Jinx ran off to go kill herself and Ekko kept turning back time to save her floored me like what the fuck. What the fuck. Goddddd that scene was so fucked up but then he did save her but then she died later and like fuckkkkk Ough Jinx I love you Jinx she’s a great character I hate that she got killed in the end like why was Vander even still crazy didn’t the people turn back to normal after why was Vander still fucked up and evil and why didn’t Vi just jump away like he already died once girl it wasn’t meant to be dude what the fuck oh my god she like couldn’t leave Vander behind and she was stuck in the past and it cost her what she did have in the present which was Jinx fuck this show 😭😭😭😭

The art was immaculate once again I tried love reacting on discord as best as I could but there were times where I was just glued to the screen there were so many intense scenes and stuff and like woweee

Dude it is so fucked up how Vi lost like fucking everyone like she lost her parents and Claggor and Mylo and Vander and that guy I forget his name who was like a dad to her and he helped her out when she was sad and stuff and Jinx and Vander again and she was sort of friends with Jayce and she sort of knew Isha but like damn everybody fucking died she lost everybody except Caitlyn my poor girl

Speaking of Caitlyn she’s so badass I love her eyepatch

Dude who the Mage was tripped me up for so long and idk if it was intentional or not but I was tripping over myself trying to figure out if I was Jayce, Viktor, or Mel who did it and it was Viktor omfg dude the Viktor stuff was crazy he died and came back to life so many times and he like lost himself his new design was insane and him being the one to give Jayce the Arcane because he was the only one who could give him that experience and whatever dudeeeeee oh yeah during that scene where Jayce reaches out to him it’s all emotional and stuff but I got distracted making jokes about how Jayce is a disabled ally I mean he totally is but I was being like “#ally” just being a goof but it is sweet for him to say that I think the whole message was kind of sweet like humanity is flawed but if you make everything perfect what’s even left and like accepting loss and conflict and change and everything and oughhhh it’s truly a beautiful story

More about jokes though was it just me or did Silco in Jinx’s imagination look like Sans Undertale lmaooo like he had the pale face and the glowing blue eye he totally looked like Sans

All the shit with Jinx seeming like she died but then being alive only got her to die was fucked up that’s like I’m Scavenger’s Reign where I forget his name almost dies like 5 times only to end up actually dying like what was all that fight for? Why did you keep us on edge and let them live only to kill then later? That’s so cruel.

Mel was so cool dude she just gets magic and I love that for her wowee

Lord I really thought they wouldn’t kill any major characters but they did dude

I love the music it felt intense right at the right moments

I loved all the like parallels(?) to earlier moments like with Vi seeing the girl with the same color hair as her sister and freaking out kinda like how Jinx did and stuff

I think I talked about everything I wanted to talk about? Idk lmao but god that show is so fucking good I’m fucked up the Jinx death fucked me up the most like why can’t there be happy sisters ough I’m happy at least Vi and Cait are there together good for them

What a kickass show I would recommend it’s so good

#arcane spoilers under the cut #long under the cut #arcane #rant #ramble #rope/spider post

0 notes

another-random-object-show · 1 year ago

Text

ANOTHER RANDOM OBJECT SHOW

SEASON 1, EPISODE 9 — Splitting My Sides!

“Penta! House! I need you two to get my makeup!” Heart commanded. “Sigh, which color, Madame Hearts?” House said. “Red! Get to it! and Penta, get my blush!” Heart yelled.

“She can't get away with this…” Penta said, looking through a purse of Heart’s. “Exactly! She’s taken away Cuby, Lightning, Flower, and Triangula! We already got Star out, we just need HER!” Penta advocated. “Yeah!” House agrees. “HURRY IT UP!” Heart claps as Penta and House grab the Blush and Lipstick and give her the makeup, to which she said “Great work, servants~!” before applying the make-up.

“Now, like, shoo shoo! I’m gonna go take my skincare routine using my MIRROR that I oh-so deserve!” Heart said, waving House off. “Whatever… hm…” House looked around, and was surprised when he saw Starry and Moony chatting as Mime, PaperPlates, Period and Sunny played. “...” he looked over at Lunartic and realized he was busy arguing with Hangman, who was getting ready to beat his ass. House walked over, and said— “You two finally talked?”

“Huh? Oh, yes! We have. I’ve… missed Starry, y’know?” Moony said. “We’ve been separated for nearly a decade now, so this means alot to us, I’m sure you could guess.” Starry said, sheepish. “That's great! I’m sure you two will reconvene in no time!” House said. “What about Lunartic?” Starry asked. “What is there to say about him? Some people refuse to change, and that's okay. We just gotta leave him behind, y’know?” House sighed. “...I guess… yeah… yeah! Thanks House!” Moony said. “No issue! Just… holler for me, alright?” House requested. “Will do!” Starry said as House walked away.

As Hangman and Lunartic began to box each other, Question Mark came over to Phantom.

“Want me to watch him?” Question Mark asked. “...why should I trust you?” He raised an eyebrow. “I’m not going to hurt him, y’know.” Question Mark said. “plus, I’d LOVE to see you beat the fuck out of Lunartic.” Question Mark now snided.

“...alright. Just make sure he's resting well.” Phantom stopped watching Tragedy, and left him with Question Mark as he beat Lunartic.

A few 10 minutes passed before The Gourd broke up the fight to announce the next challenge.

“CONTESTANTS! Today’s challenge is a Comedy Show!” The Gourd now reveals a theater stage. “The team with the highest ranking wins! When you're ready to present, then do so!” The Gourd explained. “NOW GO!”

GyroGyro began to dance around, trying to speak to Sunny. “Oh! That's kinda dark, think The Gourd would like it?” Sunny seemed concerned, as GyroGyro did a Sun Salute.

Starry began to think, before snapping her fingers. “Mime! Paperplates! You two are REALLY funny! Think you could do it?” Mime and Paperplates nodded, meanwhile Hangman went towards Team “What?”.

“So, Penta will be a clown, and I will throw a flaming arrow at him!” Heart said. “but I’m—” Penta was shushed. “SHUT! Just… SHUT!” Heart said.

Eventually, in unison, all 3 teams buzzed in. “Already?! Alright, TEAMS! GATHER ROUND! TIME TO PRESENT! First up… Team FUN!”

Sunny walked onstage with GyroGyro, who began dancing, to which Sunny translated as Cloudy died in the audience. “Uhm.. alright AHEM; Why were the twins sad?” Sunny paused. “One of them got struck by a plane.” Sunny finished, The Gourd snickered, getting down. “UHM. I’LL GIVE THAT A 9/11— I MEAN 6/10.” The Gourd buzzes. “BIT TABOO BUT I LOVE IT— OHMYGOD” The Gourd sighs. “NEXT! The Masquerade?” Mime walks onstage, and transforms into Star, before saying “Hi! I’m Star! Did you know I had sex with Heart in the bushes?” Mime said before turning back. “...that wasn't even a joke.” The Gourd gave them a 4/10. “FINALLY! TEAM WHAT?” Heart came onstage, shot an ablaze arrow at Penta, who was dressed like a clown, and burnt the curtains, resulting in a fire. “AUUUUUGHHHHHH—” Lunartic howled as he ran from the fire.

After a few moments of The Gourd making it rain heavily, the fire was put out, he turned to Heart, sternly, before laughing. “GOD, I LOVED THAT! 8/10!” Hangman seemed confused. “Hold on, how the FUCK does that make sense?”

“Simple ! I love seeing things go up in flames.” The Gourd snapped to make the stage go back to its original state before stating— “MASQUERADE. Because your team has the LOWEST score, you're all up for elimination.” The Gourd told them. “Damnit.” Phantom said.

“Phantom?” Cloudy said. “Not now.” Cloudy sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m on YOUR side tonight.” Phantom now turned. “...you don't mean..?” Cloudy nodded. “Hangman, here we come.”

AT THE CEREMONY…

“The Masquerade! You guys lost, so you know the drill! CAST A VOTE!” The Gourd pointed to the new elimination shack.

Tragedy, Phantom, Mime and Paperplates voted for Hangman… and Hangman fired back at Phantom… but Starry and Cloudy turned, so…

“HANGMAN!

YOU.

HAVE.

BEEN.

ELIMINATED!” The Gourd decrees.

“...wow. I guess I'm leaving. Just know that I TRIED to help, you guys do realize that he only cares about those three and not you, right? It’s—” Hangman was turned into a sheet of paper with a game of hangman on it.

“That's all for now… see you next time.” The Gourd cackles.

END.

AROS was written by TheWiseGuest.

All characters' voices, present or not, were acted out by L. Alberto S.

FIN.

“Reiner Grieves, for the crime of defiance against the church, we hereby hang you.” They hung him, but… he survived. Hangman had survived and now he was going to defy them. He was going to prove he is STILL alive.

#another random object show #aros season 1 #aros #object shows #season 1 #thewiseguest #episode 9 #season 1 episode 9 #another random object show season 1 episode 9

0 notes

mediadiscord · 2 years ago

Text

The Last of Us - Season 1 Episode 1 - Review

Hey everyone, I know I’m late to the game, but I am finally going to sit down and watch the first episode of The Last of Us. As of this writing it’s been out for a few days, and I’ve done my best to avoid anything I can about the show. I see high praise all around and ratings that don’t dip below a 9/10 so the hype train is in full motion. As I mentioned above, I am about to watch the show which means I’m starting this before I do. I do this because I want to start off and let you know where I am coming into this. I’m an Xbox, Switch and PC player so The Last of Us is known to me only by what others have said about it on podcasts that I listen to and mentions in videos that I watch on YouTube. I also know that this game has a lot of iterations with there being remasters and a sequel where a main person may or may not die and there being controversy with the sexual preference of the girl in the game that may or may not lead to said death. I know this game is coming to PC and I’ll finally get to play it as I don’t known a PlayStation. Ah, yes, I also know Joel and Elle as they have been mentioned numerous times and Elle has a special gift of invulnerability to whatever virus is happening in the game. I also know there is a virus that plagues the game and not everyone is affected. I also know the infected are sometimes or all the time known as clickers because of the sound they make. I don’t know what year this takes place but the term post-apocalyptic gets thrown around a lot. One more thing, I know that Joel had a wife and possibly a child but now only has a watch that means a lot to him because of the memories it provides. I do believe that’s all I know of the premise of the game, now it’s time to watch the show. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLtkt8BonwM Ok, so just got finished watching the first episode, which ran an hour and twenty minutes. I think the mini movie length episodes are good only when needed. Stranger things had a few long episodes, but he season was also shorter. If you’re going to be doing mini movies every week the content is going to get stale. I can see why this episode was longer, it had a lot of world building and character introductions to do for those not familiar with the source material. In games you can walk around and talk to NPC’s to help build the world, but in this case they had to lay it all out. As a father the beginning of the episode really got to me. I knew his daughter wasn’t going to be the one he goes with, because her name was not Ellie. The watch I mentioned did some into play and now I understand the significance of it. Having his daughter taken out while in his arms is some psychological scarring that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. A simple sprain turned into a death sentence, like they were living in the 1500’s. I liked how they started off the episode with footage from literally 40 years ago speaking of what could happen. This is a good reminder that you should probably listen to science when it comes to viruses and global warming affecting otherwise non-lethal fungus. I saw this interesting video where they broke down fungus and how it affects animals and how the writers of The Last of Us took that and ran with it. It’s not the normal zombie like creature hunting, eating and spreading. There is actual science behind this and not someone telling another person that we all are affected without any explanation. I really enjoyed the big action scene up front. Having Joel’s daughter come out and go to the neighbors where the woman in a vegetative state is now fully mobile. This harkens back to what was said in the beginning of the episode where the scientists state that Fungus keeps the host alive. Seeing how the town is going to hell in the matter of hours really made you think about how if this really happened how long it would take for your neighborhood to turn. There was one sequence that felt just like a video game. When they are driving and you’re looking out through Joel’s daughters’ perspective, and you hear Joel and Tommy talking off camera. It’s what would happen in a video game. You would be looking around while people talk, instead this time there wasn’t any captioning on the bottom. Jumping forward to current day, the world being in complete shambles is something I want to know more about. I’m sure the fireflies is a story that will be explored more and why Elle wasn’t called Elle when we first get introduced to her. I had a good time, but I felt like the show was killed by the hype. Yes, I was going to like it either way, but everyone calling this a pure masterpiece subconsciously set a very high bar that the show met but it would have been better to have it reach that bar without knowing if the world thought it was good or bed. I know this review is late, but I’ll try to be more on top of things for the next episode. I do like the show, I’m going to keep watching and I like that this is a show based on a video game that looks to be done correctly. I would have no problem telling my family about this without having to say it was a video game, because it really wouldn’t matter. The cast is good and there isn’t anyone chewing up the scenery. These are characters that look like they’re going to make me care what happens to them, and that’s promising. I want a reason to come back other than the story being interesting. Read the full article

0 notes

quietwingsinthesky · 10 months ago

Note

Pssst! I sent an ask about this a while back, and I'm not sure if you haven't gotten to it, or the ask got eaten. If you haven't gotten to it, I'm sorry for the repeat ask and I understand, take your time :) But in case it got eaten, I'm curious: what are your fave parts of the star wars franchise? Like, which movie, characters, ships, etc?

alsofjfkfk im not gonna lie, anon, i saw it and went ‘oh cool i’ll answer that in a minute’ and the second i closed my inbox, my lack of object permanence kicked in and i forgot it existed. and then i repeated that process. many, many times.

but i will not allow it to happen again. we’re answering this now, damnit.

okay, see, the thing about me is i am an extremely basic star wars bitch. i have seen all of the movies. i have not read any books or comics. my friend in high school made me watch 1 episode of the mandalorian, and i went ‘haha cool! baby yoda!’ and then never watched more of it. (the fact that i don’t have disney+ contributed to this, but really, if i had tried, i’m sure i could have made do. i did not try.) i tried very very hard at one point to get into the clone wars show, and i remember only that there was some sort of small jabba the hutt and yoda telling some clones that their lives were meaningful in the force or something, so i have no idea how far i made it but probably not very. i have played exactly one game, jedi: fallen order, which my playstation tells me i 100%, but for the life of me, i can’t remember a single thing about it other than ‘robot buddy cute’ and ‘fun 👍’, which either is my incredibly small brain showing off its inability to store information or really doesn’t bode well for the quality of whatever story was in there lmao.

BUT. i love the movies. i’m a stupid sucker for the joy and hope of the original trilogy. i think the prequels are so fun and people are mean to them for no reason, like yes, they’re a mess, but you know how sometimes you look at a product and go ‘oh this is so corporate and soulless that nothing about it is worth seeing with my eyeballs?’ the prequels are not that. people cared about making these movies, and i can always be charmed when i can tell that there was love there, even if it didn’t work as perfectly as it wanted to.

which is probably why i’m so fond of the force awakens despite it all, because watching it feels like everyone there cared so so much about the new potential star wars. i remember watching behind-the-scenes when it first came out and seeing them talk about how they mixed practical and cgi effects for a bunch of the aliens, and i fell in love with finn because his character was basically catnip for me. my traumatized cat who was abducted and brainwashed and raised a soldier and still his heart was too big to be destroyed by the first order. poe was fun for the little screentime he had, and rey was aloof and fierce and hurt underneath it all, and kylo ren had so much fucking potential as the villain and foil for rey & finn that it actually causes me physical pain knowing what happened next. and han was there! until he died! i was heartbroken about it! it was a well-executed death! leia was there, and i could never shake the tragedy that this war she’d fought so hard to win in her youth had never really ended, that now she had to fight it alone again when luke left and han ran away. luke was not there, but this was pre-the last jedi, so i could actually be excited about what he might do when he showed up! the force awakens is a good movie.

the last jedi is a very pretty movie. the rise of skywalker feels like what everyone thinks the prequels are like. i do not watch those movies. i just mentally replace them with the utterly fantastic fic have you heard by peradi and pretend that we did get a stormtrooper rebellion <3 (if you haven’t read it, you should.)

what else, what else. i am incredibly boring when it comes to favorite characters in each trilogy, it’s just The Main Guy. i already talked about finn, but. anakin and luke. my little dudes. anakin has everything ever wrong with him, and i do not blame him for going of the rails. i mean, he did kill a lot of children and help install space facism but have we considered that the jedi were mean to him. and also that palpatine’s been grooming him since he was nine. and also that there is actual literal slavery happening in star wars and the response of everyone around him was to go ‘oh well anakin, guess u gotta let go of the fact that your mother will never be free. and if you can’t, that’s your fault.’ sorry. nope. feeling emotional about how one of the first things baby anakin asks qui-gon when they meet is if qui-gon is here to free them all, because that’s what jedi are supposed to do, they’re supposed to be heroes, and qui-gon tells him they aren’t. and then he does free anakin, and he’s got a fucking lazer sword and magic powers so who the hell would have been able to stop him from at least bringing shmi too, but instead he just takes anakin away. insane choices. george lucas im at your doorstep explain yourself.

and anyone who says they don’t love luke skywalker is a liar. u don’t like luke? luke who wants to see so much more of the universe than his little farm? luke who wants to believe in the force so strongly, his only connection to his father and soon, to obi-wan? luke who blows up the death star because he feels the force so strongly? luke who is such a shining star of hope and goodness and loyalty that han freaking solo turned around and came back to save his ass? and all that just in one movie. luke is so powerfully good, you know? and it had to be that way, the movies just wouldn’t work without him at the core of it. i love him so so much.

ships. well obviously im a c3po/r2d2 stan. as we all know, tragic love story for the ages. im a believer that r2d2 is unmemorywipeable, that trash can is too stubborn to let anything he stores be deleted, so really, we’re looking at the world’s shortest and rudest rebel spy and his overly polite amnesiac husband. im joking but im not.

taking it more seriously, i’m very easily convinced to see main character trios as poly ships. number 1 proponent of padme/anakin/obi-wan over here, a fate sealed by many good fics that i’ve read confirming this. if i may suggest one of my favorites, Queen’s Gambit by bedlamsbard, truly a fantastic star wars au work and it has an incredible podfic by reena_jenkins that inspired me to begin podficcing in the first place. following that, i also love han/leia/luke, in whatever configuration that comes, if it’s just han getting two skywalkers on his arms or if it’s luke and leia also following up on their kiss in empire strikes back. (‘i knew all along’ my ass, girl, either you didn’t or you did and you went straight for the lips alsjfjlssjkf.) From Orbit by gh0strobin is a favorite of mine for them, as well as a bed of daysided gold by lotesse.

and finally, most obviously, i was onboard with finn/poe/rey from day one of the force awakens. the reylos never got me. i was too busy thinking about the main trio kissing. (and i was a ‘rey & ben solo are cousins at least or somethjng’ truther back during force awakens, which for once, meant i had zero interest in shipping them and far more interest in using their possible backstories to explore this fascinating dynamic they had vis a vis the legacy and/or lack of one they inherited, what they were owed as children of legends. and well. i mean, i was kind of right by the end but by god i wish i wasn’t!!!) (and terrible news, i’m realizing that the majority of my post-force awakens reading on ao3 happened before i was bookmarking fics, so i don’t even have recs!!! >:( i need to rectify this immediately. but know that there are many fantastic fics for that trio and you should go looking for them.)

okay, one last round of fic reccing and i’ll leave it be, but there’s some great ones I’d be remiss not to mention. Double Agent Vader is a brilliant Vader character exploration series and it will hurt you and make u love him so so much. The Fires is a Mustafar groundhog day loop that Hurts (and fun fact, was the second fic i ever podficced for myself :( but the files are long gone. still have my first ever podfic though.) And The Force Breathes Once Again is a short and interesting fic about the force being Weird And Fucked Up. And Intertwine is a Padme Lives AU that’s just lovely. so many brilliant fics in this fandom, i swear.

#ask #star wars #tw incest #<- for the discussion of luke/han/leia

1 note · View note

i-care-4u · 2 years ago

Text

SWEET TALK | J.HARLOW

PAIR: JACK HARLOW X READER

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED | MASTERLIST

your friend alice recently invited you to be featured in her podcast, and you accepted her request. it was only monday and you had no plans, so why not give it a try?

jack left earlier today to go to the studio and you gave him a quick call, “hi love, i just wanted to let you know that i’ll be out with alice, you might remember her.”

“of course i remember her, she’s your best friend that does that podcast. i hope you have fun babe!”

“anyway, i got to go. see you!” you hung up, and you started the engine to drive to alice’s home.

as soon as you parked your car outside alice’s house, you make your way towards her door. you started knocking her door.

“who is it?”

you deepened your voice, “uhm, delivery for alice!”

alice opened the door and reached for a hug, “it’s an honor to see you again, y/n. come on in.”

while walking towards her studio, alice offered you a drink, “you want water? juice? tea?”

“water is fine, thank you,” you replied. alice ran to grab a bottle of water for you.

before starting, you and alice did some preparations.

“you gotta take some deep breaths and,” alice did some breath exercises with you and exhaled, “let it all out.”

you opened the water bottle cap, “let me take a sip of water real quick.” once you finished, you allowed alice to start the episode.

“hello, hello everyone. welcome to the podcast.” alice greeted. “today we have a wonderful guest, and you may already seen her before on my instagram. if you haven’t, she’s one of the most creative people out there, and i’m warning you, she is the moment.”

you pointed at yourself, “she’s talking about me, i’m that girl!”

alice added, “and that girl’s name is y/n l/n for those who did not know.”

alice and you began making conversation, talking about the busy life and the fun of adulthood. there was endless things you can talk about, and one of the topics was your romantic relationship with jack.

“we see those posts with jack, y/n, but everyone is dying to know, how’s life with him?”

you laughed at her comment, “it’s beautiful. these last couple months were a lot to sink in, but it was fun at the end. every morning, i got to wake up alongside him and he will always tell me that this is the life that he had always dreamed of.”

“you guys are too fucking cute. i’m glad that you enjoyed tour.”

“thank you. right now we’re readjusting to our schedules, and it’s so crazy how one day we’re in milan and the next day we’re in atlanta.”

“how long have you and jack been together?”

“this would be our third year of dating,” you raised hands, thinking about the fans that go deep diving into you and jack’s relationship, “not very exciting news for the fans, but recently me and jack have decided to get a dog.”

“thats exciting! do whatever that makes you happy y/n. it’s you and jack’s decision after all.”

you and alice talked for another twenty-five minutes before she stopped recording due to timely reasons. after the episode ended, you and alice smiled at each other.

“thank you, y/n for being here once again.”

“thank you, alice. it’s such an honor to star in an episode of yours. i feel so proud of you, you’re going places.” alice hugged you one last time before you went back home. it was one of the best interviews that you ever had.

it’s been four days since you recorded the podcast episode with alice, and today was friday, day of the release.

you woke up to see the other side of the shared bed empty. the first thing you did was turning on your phone to see the time. “12:47,” you read.

you went to the bathroom to do what you got to do, skin care, brushing your teeth, etc. when you finished, you went to the kitchen, where you saw jack wearing his airpods max.

“baby, i’m right here,” you hugged him from behind, seeing that he is watching alice’s podcast with you being the guest star.

jack paused the video and showed his screen to you, “morning beautiful, just listening to my daily news.”

his way of words made you laugh a little, “don’t be so old-timey, jack.”

he pleads, “don’t you want me to support you?”

“yeah, but not in front of me,” you look up to jack, face-to-face.

he bent down a little to kiss your forehead, “whatever you say, i’m still proud of how far you’ve gotten. i can’t believe you spoke very highly about me, i feel special.”

“what can i say, i have the best boyfriend.”

435 notes · View notes

kittyofalltrades · 2 years ago

Note

Frankie + ugly Christmas sweater, can be SFW or NSFW whatever you’re feeling ☺️

Ugly Star Wars Sweaters

Frankie gets a new sweater to wear during his Christmas Star Wars marathon.

Words: 674

Beta: @welcometostayingawake (YOU ARE THE BEST)

Warnings not a single one in sight.

Frankie grimaced at the green, black, and white abominations you held out to him. He’d promised to wear an ugly sweater for your holiday Star Wars marathon, but this? This was too much. The black sweater sported white snowflake and wintery patterned designs with green accents which would have been fine if not for it. The child or Grogu- whatever it was called was hanging from a pouch on the front holding a Christmas tree. The little creature’s ears were massively protruding from the sweater.

“Querida, that sweater is...” Frankie started, trying to find a delicate way to phrase how much he hated it. His heart broke a bit when you dropped your hands and your lip began to quiver. He didn’t mean to upset you, even with his hatred for the little green thing. “... not a match for yours. You said we’d be matching while we watched Star Wars.” He finished lamely.

He reached out, running a quick finger over the shoulder of your blue, brown, and grey sweater. Unlike his, yours was decorated with images of the Mandalorian and his ship, not a single green creature in sight. He was honestly a little jealous of how normal it was compared to the one you offered him.

“I’m sorry, I went to four stores to find these, and they were the last two. I wanted Grogu, but he was sold out in my size and Mando was sold out in your size,” you told him softly. He watched in anguish as your lip quivered again, crying over his adverse reaction to the stupid sweater. He’d wear a chicken suit to a fancy dinner party if it meant you’d smile for him again.

“Give me the sweater querida,” Frankie replied gruffly, holding out his hand.

You clutched the sweater protectively to your chest giving him a look of distrust. You didn’t want him to wear it just to spare your feelings, or even just to make you feel better. If he hated it so much, you would just return it tomorrow.

Frankie stripped out of his shirt, not missing the appraising eye you ran over his exposed torso before he tugged the sweater out of your hands. He hurried into the sweater feeling just a little self-conscious about the little pudge he’d developed after having a kid. Once it was secure on his broad frame, he gave you a smile and brought the miniature Grogu’s hand up to wave at you. That seemed to break the little dam of worry in you and you finally smiled for the first time since offering him the hideous sweater.

“You go make the cocoa and grab snacks, I’ll set up the Mandalorian,” Frankie told you with a cheerful smile. Once you retreated to the kitchen, he patted Grogu on the head thoughtfully. “If it keeps her happy, we can be friends.”

When you returned with the hot cocoa, Frankie was set up on the couch with a blanket and an extra Grogu plush. You carried the tray of snacks and drinks into the living room and settled onto the sofa, taking the Grogu plush into your lap. You sneak a peek at Frankie, finding him already focused on the first episode of your favorite show. It made you happy that he’d worn the sweater, even though his distaste for the little green child was hard to miss. You patted the little Grogu on his sweater, the action drawing his big brown eyes down to you.

“I used to look like that,” he told you wistfully. His frame was still broad and lean, but the little pudge of stomach bothered him.

You turned to look at him fully letting love and warmth fill your gaze. “I like how you look right now, Frankie.”

“Te amo, querida,” Frankie whispered while he placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Te amo, Frankie. Merry Christmas.”

You gave the Grogu on his ugly sweater another pat so he wouldn’t feel left out and turned back to the screen with a radiant smile.

#ficmas #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier

42 notes · View notes

seokjinsonlyone · 4 years ago

Text

this what i think bts love language is

a/n: this just my thoughts besties i ain’t do no formal type of research or nun just let my lil imagination sprint 🥸🤪

namjoon:

physical affection/words of affirmation

okay so i said physical affection for one bc like he seem to like initiate contact with people around him a lot

like in interviews he be having his hand on whoever next to him thigh or like when he be performing if it’s someone next to him he throws his arms around them a lot

not to mention like whenever jimin or jk or whoever start feeling up on him he never rejects it or makes a face or anything like yoongi does he just accepts it

like there’s so many stage clips where jimin will come and rest his chin on joon’s shoulder and he just lets him

or jk will just start touching on him some way grabbing his arms or sumn and it doesn’t phase him at all

another example is like on day 2 of sowoozoo when tae randomly came and linked arms with him and hobi during mikrokosmos hobi was like 🥴🥴 but joon was just 😌

and then there was that magic shop muster moment when jk was talking about how much he loved joon and how he was his beginning you know as president of the joon fan club does and namjoon couldn’t help but to go over and give his number one admirer a hug you know the moment

same thing with compliments he lowkey be eating them up

like you know how whenever hobi gets complimented he be like “😶 don’t say those things” joon don’t do that

like when they was asked to take their jackets off during the butter shoot and namjoon was like yeah okay and everyone started hyping him up and he was just 💁🏼‍♂️😜

and again on day 2 sowoozoo when he pushed his hair back from his forehead and everyone went OHHHHHSWJJSJS SEXY NAMJOON and then he decided to murder us all by tilting his head back on top of that adding insult to injury i would insert the picture but for my mental health i will not

and again whenever they talk about him being such a great leader he never shies away from it doesn’t cringe always accepts it so you know it must mean a lot for him to hear those things

aside from that tho he’s such a poetic person

like he is definitely involved in an intimate affair with language so there’s no way he wouldn’t appreciate you verbally telling him how he makes you feel

like just think about how many times he’s said he wants to sit down with each army and listen to their story

that being said if this was your man i think you’d definitely have to both show and tell him how you feel

like if he was about to head out for work you definitely got to kiss him before he leaves

and if you on the phone with him the last words you’re saying are i love you

and he’s definitely gonna cherish it each time always gonna have that cute little smile dimples caved in his cheeks bc you love him and he feels it

seokjin:

acts of service/words of affirmation

alright so ngl the reason i said acts of service for seokjin is like almost 100% based on his reaction to tae setting up that birthday event for him where he had his friends send him messages

he talked about it for WEEKS like he was genuinely so moved that i just like he has to love it

and then there’s like how much he bothers jk to like do simple stuff like i’m specifically thinking about that one moment in bon voyage 4 when he was sitting down at the table and called jk to help him up

and then there’s also little things he does for others like when he peeled tae’s tangerines for him or when he offered to feed yoongi bc he was driving or how he always offers bites of his food before even gets a chance to taste it

now i say words of affirmation bc he always searching for a compliment

my minds going to when jk hurt his foot and jin was pushing him in the wheelchair and kept feeding him lines to say about how he was such a good hyung and how he loves him

or in the behind the scenes for the boy with luv video and he kept tryna get tae to compliment him for being witty

and my boy never misses a chance to introduce himself as worldwide handsome

even though he does a lot of those things jokingly there are moments when he’s serious too about giving compliments and shy when he receives them like in those be interviews when he called jk a singing genius and jungkook was talking about how he had the most range and he got all ☺️☺️

or that moment from in the soop when he was comforting yoongi about like not having regrets and when yoongi told him he wanted to be like him just those kinds of moments let me know words are important to him

which just made me remember how hard he tries with his lyrics and how important they are to him like when he was writing awake and he talked about how he kept getting rejected but he was super insistent bc it was important for him to sing the words he wrote and don’t even get me started on moon i just-

anyway jin done said many times he is a man of the present so if you’re with him you gotta actively show/tell him

if you’re at the store pick him up some gummies

if you know he’s got a long day ahead of him maybe pack him some snacks to take with him in the morning

if his hair looks nice tell him

send him messages throughout the day even if he can’t respond immediately

he claims he’s a man of the present but whenever he takes a moment to reminisce the past he’ll look back and know just how much you care about him

yoongi:

quality time/acts of service

listen as much as this man loves spending time alone the time he spends with others means a lot to him

like how he always go fishing with jin even tho he ain’t particularly fond of it

or how like in in the soop he had made plans to play games with jimin and did so extensively

also from in the soop when he had spent most of his day outside reading but then he had heard everyone starting to make the theme song and immediately ran to get his equipment to record and what not

not to mention his poem from the end of that one run episode where they went on like a mini trip or whatever and he was like “what a relief that we have seven members. what a relief that we have each other.”

like being all together is important to him

like i just think about that one scene from one of they movies ion remember which one but they were all gathered around the table and it was when he had told them how he actually hurt his shoulder and they was talking about how they was worried about jk and how he need to come out his room and it’s not even the content of the scene but just like the fact that he ain’t have to be there but he was

and also can’t neglect to mention how he whined for y e a r s about how ain’t nobody come to visit him on set when he was filming the videos for his first mixtape like mans wouldn’t let that go and then how touched he was when they made appearances on his daechwita set even if he couldn’t express it properly

and how he begged for them to make cameos in the video and how happy he was when jin and jk did

and he doesn’t ever forget to mention whenever him and hobi hang out he’s like yeah we went for a drink and dinner and talked and blah blah

he loves it when people make an effort to be around him

now acts of service i got this all on a whim okay like… listen… we all been there we have all watched an ideal type video on youtube don’t lie okay

and up there it be like he want someone to bring him food in the studio and take care of him and stuff like that and in this case the math maths

you really can see that in how he treats others

like just the other day i saw a gifset somewhere and the boys were like yeah yoongi always takes care of us he don’t make eye contact tho

not to mention how he always cooks for them when they go on trips

and even though he ain’t give seokjin his song yet we know it’s coming! eventually!

and whenever they be ganging up on jungkook yoongi always the first one to be like “stooooppp you gon make him cry”

my baby just always be doing little things for others to show he cares okay 🥺

so if you got with my baby you gotta take care of him 🥺🥺🥺

he really needs someone that understands him bc he not gonna say anything

if you’re all hanging out together make sure you’re by his side so he knows you want to be there with him

if he’s busy stuck in his studio drop by even if you just end up laying on the couch he’s gonna appreciate you just being with him

and bring food my baby getting buff he need all the veggies and protein he can get

hoseok:

receiving gifts

i really had to think about this one but once i connected the dots yeah it makes total sense

like he looooves shopping loves getting stuff so when other people give him stuff i know he just 🥰🥰🥰

hobi lights up when he gets gifts they don’t always have to be big but i know he very much appreciates them

like how in the army corner store festa video when asked to bring something meaningful to them he brought those figurines which was the first gift a fan gifted him

which makes me think about how those limited edition figurines dropped and hobi was like i need to get one for namjoon and then namjoon was like i need to get one for hobi and so they ended up with like two of them or something like that

also from festa in the little photo booth mission every time he won a prize he was like yaaasss omg and was thinking of ways to put it to use like when he got that picture frame he immediately stuck them film strips in it he probably got it hanging in his room or in his studio by now tbh

and i think it was on the canada run bts episode where jk bought him those slippers and he was super happy

even when they were in hawaii and him and jin were hungry on the bus and he asked jin for gummies like ofc jin had to get on his nerves first but when he finally gave him his snacks he went from 😐 to 😚

or how he still has that change purse that namjoon bought him in malta (probably still got the money in there too tbh)

speaking of malta got me thinking about how tae went out of his way to win hobi that flamingo bc he said he’d never seen one and when tae gave it to him he went parading it around telling everyone that tae won it for him and then said he was gonna put it in his studio

and he got that chicken leg pillow they gave him from you quiz on the couch in his studio

and i think it was from the 2020 winter package he was so happy when jin bought him those ugly little troll elf things with the hat you know what i’m talking about

and he commented like three times when jungkook drew that picture of him for his birthday

and we know mans be giving gifts too

like how he got yoongi that coffee truck on the set of daechwita

and when they were on the speak yourself tour and he went out shopping on a day off and bought jin a sweater or something

and how he slaved through like 2 or 3 lives making bracelets for the members and then gave it to them on the bang bang con live

and the most devastating one of all when they had to give each other gifts i think it was on the run episode with all the water games but i could be wrong anyway and like most of them gave each other gag gifts like their merch or whatever but hobi gave jimin (and the rest of the members) a cd for his song promise it had a little photo book in it and everything 😭😭😭

so like whoever gets with this fine specimen gon have to throw a few dollars together to make sure this man is kept

not really i’m sure he doesn’t expect you to sell your car for a gucci peacoat or your soul for a rolex

but if you did decide to save up for some time to get him a little extravagant gift i know he’d more than appreciate it

more often than not though it’d be the little things that got to him like if you bought a simple t shirt from the store but then kinda like upcycled it drew little doodles on it wrote “i’m your hope” somewhere on it there would definitely be a picture uploaded of him on weverse or twitter wearing it

or if you decided to compile the pictures of you two together into a scrapbook or something he’d keep it somewhere accessible like in a drawer in his desk in his studio and flip through it with a little smile on his face when he’s missing you

and even if it was something even smaller than that like say he mentioned in passing that like idk he was out of eggs or something and you bought him some he just might marry you

jimin:

physical affection/quality time

the first thing that comes to mind with this for jimin is how he comforts his boys

like there’s so many behind the scenes clips from tour where like jk or tae will be upset with their performance and crying and jimin would be the one to come up behind them and hug them and wipe their tears

same concept for that one moment in bon voyage 3 when they told him that tae was crying and he just kinda hugged him and wiped his tears and hovered around him to make sure he was okay

or when they left hobi at the gas station in bon voyage 4 and then went back to pick him up he still hugged hobi even as he was laughing evilly

also in bon voyage 4 when they went on that helicopter tour and they was on the mountain and him and tae tackled each other and was rolling in the snow

and he is just like always in jk arms like he just jumps on him for no reason like in that video where lee hyun is acting as one of bts’ management

also in the behind from i think when they were practicing for the 2019 bbmas i believe at some point jungkook was holding that man spinning him in circles or sumn like that

and there’s also that one comeback show when him and tae were in the comic book cafe and they were just cuddled up together looking at tae’s phone practicing english i think

and on that one joon live when him and tae crashed and just caused a whole lot of commotion i’m pretty sure at one point they were cuddled on the couch and then jimin told tae his breath stinks and tae proceeded to open his mouth over the air purifier

anyway clearly he is a man with hands

but he also is someone who loves to spend time together it’s important to him

like i just think about how when they had their “break” back in 2019 he talked about how he just traveled the entire time and he went with various friends and family

and i’m pretty sure it was bon voyage 3 when they were doing their friendship trips and trying to make fresh pairings or whatever he was like i don’t think there’s any surprising pairing with me and it’s like… that’s true

like you got minimoni, minimini, jikook etc… all tried tested and true man gets around his band

and he’s the main one who’s always like “yeah bro we should live in the dorms until we’re 50”

and he always talks about how he can’t be alone and how he’s always gotta be doing something with someone

and his lives!!! his lives!!!! when he spends time with us it’s always so intimate and personable

like you can’t tell me that i ain’t have dinner with him and jin after a show in the hotel room and we drank off camera even after the staff told us we couldn’t 😤🤚

there’s also that time he went live and someone said they had some kind of condition and then he took it upon himself to look it up and try to find treatments

just liiiike whenever he goes live every minute counts bro and yes this is me trying to summon him bc we ain’t had a solo jimin live since october and i know they super busy but i miss 😓😓😓

so for this mans i just feel like you just gotta really be with him

just like he makes every second count you have to as well

like he’s gonna want to have your full attention and you’ll definitely have his he’ll be obsessed with you tbh

however he doesn’t always have the time and his schedule definitely isn’t the most accommodating so he’s gonna want someone to put in the effort

but as long as you make sure he knows you’re all in he’ll always meet you halfway

taehyung:

words of affirmation

now this one has been stated explicitly multiple times and he’s admitted it himself

specifically during let’s bts in their segment within the segment and namjoon was like taehyung the kind of person who grows from compliments

and i ain’t even got the right words to express how i feel about the smile he couldn’t help when hobi had them all tell tae that they like him

not to mention the story he told during the festa video last year about how he always tried his very best to get hobi to praise him and how disappointed he was when hobi didn’t get it

and i may be tripping but didn’t like earlier this year he didn’t post on weverse or twitter for like a month or so because he wanted to keep seeing us say how much we miss him???

and in bon voyage season 2 when they had to write letters to each other and he wrote his to jimin and then cried when he read it

there’s also a moment in bon voyage 4 when he and rm were about to sleep in the same space and he asked joon if he could cuddle him and joon was like 🥴🤚 how bout no and tae was like you do like me right? and rm was like yeah of course but let’s not cuddle bro

also in that weverse magazine interview they did he talked about how depressed he got when they weren’t able to perform and he only felt happy for a while when he was able to communicate with us

and in turn he’s very verbally supportive as well

like at that one fan sign they was talking about bon voyage and they asked army which season they liked better 1 or 2 and someone said 1 and taehyung was like “😐 now why would you say that bc namjoon won’t even in that” even though really it was only like 1 or 2 episodes he missed out on

and like he’s always hyping seokjin up like when they were doing the map of the soul 7 comeback live and jin was talking about how he wasn’t a good dancer and taehyung was like 😡 don’t say that bc it’s not true you’re good and you always been good

and in the let’s bts thing again it was important for him to let jimin know that he likes him best like they really are best friends y’all 😭

and when he talks about how much he loves suga’s raps

and that moment in the soop when he set up a date for him and jungkook to talk out whatever tension they had or whatever

and how during those individual be interviews he had hobi flustered when he complimented his passion for music

and he always be saying like the most comforting stuff on weverse letting army know he’s there as a source of comfort at all times even when he can’t be

like this man is literally the creator of borahae meaning that we’ll love and support each other for a long time

so if you get with tae communication is key!!!

you gotta tell him how you feel about him

if you’re out and about and see something that reminds you of him? tell him. if you like his hair that day? tell him. if he does something that pisses you off? tell him. if you miss him? tell him. if you love him? tell him.

like y’all gon talk about everything and nothing at all some days you’ll be discussing aliens and parallel universes other days you’ll be like discussing the future of your relationship

and ya know he a busy man so you not always gon be having long and drawn out heart to hearts so i think he’d love it if you just sent messages throughout the day something that let him know you were thinking of him even if it’s just a picture of a possum you chased down or if you spammed him with tiktoks you thought he’d like

he’d be looking at his phone like 🥰🤳 thinking about how much he loves you

jungkook:

physical affection

now this lil menace right here is touchy

always down for a cuddle

like on the canada episode of run when they were about to pick out rooms and he was like firmly latched onto hobi on the couch while they waited

and when they were practicing home for the magic shop muster and yoongi sat in the arm chair and immediately jk sat in his lap and tae sat in his lap

or how in in the soop after they were done eating he just went and latched onto jin’s back

and how tae had went to go wake jk up that one time and they ended up falling asleep

or how jk had went to wake up jimin that one time and they ended up falling asleep

there was just a lot of jk cuddles going on in in the soop so i’ll move on

let’s talk about the pool water debate run episode where in the end jk decided to latch onto jin’s back yet again

i’ll take this moment to mention the jinkook moment that lives in my head rent free for no valid reason it’s from the life goes on countdown video where they were reading the post cards and he was wearing that big pink sweatshirt and jin was wearing that pink and black bomber jacket and jk just grabbed jin’s arm and held onto it and played with it and when he was done he just threw it away i… i think about that moment a lot there’s an entire section in both my head and heart dedicated to that moment anyway continuing on

i’ll talk about that time they were backstage for a show and they had them blow up mattresses and suga was minding his business resting and jk just rolled up and moved his legs and laid beside him and then hobi decided to pile on top

and whenever they’re on stage he’s always the most delighted when joon would suggest a hug he’d be the first one over there nose scrunched up giggling he loves it

there’s also many instances in interviews and lives where he just can’t keep him hands to himself

just like that last butter live when tae ended up with a crown of forks thanks to mr kook

and he never misses an opportunity to feel up joon

which makes me remember that time he kissed namjoon on the forehead

and he is just always carrying jimin for some reason

so in conclusion… physical affection

and if he was your mans you’d be on the frontlines of receiving all he has to give

not necessarily in public or around a lot of people but in a space where you both were comfortable yes

you’d just have to accept that when you’re standing around he’s going to give you a shoulder/neck/back massage for no particular reason

and he will latch onto you in different positions for extended periods of time

and you gotta do the same! like that’s your man! go give him a hug! a kiss! let him know you love him

cuddle up to him while y’all chilling watching tv

hold his hand while y’all talking

just like grab onto him and never let him go

he’ll be hoping you don’t

1K notes · View notes