#we watched some comedy specials when we got home

[darlingfella]

Have some lemon bars, drink strawberry cucumber water, and watch live music with your mom and maybe you’ll feel better.

[i-am-baechu]

♬ Summary: After Y/N tells him something that makes him have bad dreams, Jungkook will do anything to show her that this is the right universe for her. Even though she already knows that 

♬ Pairing: Established relationship; Jungkook x reader 

♬ Rating:  Explicit (18+) 

♬Genre: Established relationship, comedy, fluff, and smut

♬ Warnings: Smut 

♬ Part of, ‘ His Fan Girl

♬ Author’s note: Special guest lol and Part two to Seven 

♬ Playlist: POV - Ariana Grande

Y/N sat in the back and smiled to herself. This was the first time she actually met Mingyu in person. She actually talked to him through facetime on accident and him being an extrovert was happy to make a new friend. Especially if that friend is his best friend's fiancé.  

Jungkook just released his single Seven and Y/N couldn’t be happier for him. She felt bubbly at the song but she does everything in her power to ignore the explicit version. Even though Jungkook sings it to her everyday. She knew the song would do good and the music video shows how clingy he is when he’s in love. Army loved the song and the accomplishments that he did with the song amazed her. She knew Army powers but it always surprises her. 

She let out a laugh when Mingyu messed up the choreography and her laugh only got louder when she saw Jungkook glare at him, “Mingyu, I told you to learn the choreography!”

“I was learning it!”

She shook her head and stood up from the ground. She walked towards them and placed her hand on Jungkook, “Be nice to him. He has a lot of choreographers in his mind.”

Jungkook pouted at this and turned towards her, “Don’t defend him.” 

“No, Y/N, defend me.” 

She leaned forward placing a kiss on Jungkook’s cheek, “Just re-do it. No harm in re-doing it.” 

He rolled his eyes and nodded his head, “Fine but you need to film one with me.” 

“Whatever you want, love.” 

She sat back down and watched them do it again. She took out a bag of cookies from her pocket and nibbled as the two argued about the lighting. She picked up a water bottle and looked at Mingyu, “Mingyu, you should have some water.”

Mingyu smiled at her and glared at Jungkook, “At least someone is nice to me.”

“She’s an extension of me which means I’m being nice to you.” 

After an hour, they finally got the clip and Jungkook shared it on Tik Tok. The drive home was quiet and a thought came to her mind. She let out a small laugh and tiredly turned towards Jungkook, “You know...I wasn’t supposed to go to the BTS concert all those years ago.” 

Jungkook raised his eyebrow and glanced at her through the mirror, “What do you mean?”

“My cousin had tickets for Seventeen. Her mom upgraded her tickets to meet and greet tickets at the last minute.”

“Yo-You were going to meet Seventeen?” 

“I was but I declined because I had a test the next day. I didn’t really think about it until I saw Mingyu today.”

Jungkook nodded his head in a nervous manner and then looked back at her, “Who’s your bias?” 

She let out a small laugh and leaned back in the seat with her eyes slightly closed, “Why?”

“Just curious...” 

“Honestly, I like all of them. I don’t have a bias. I’m going to take a nap okay...I’m tired from work.”

Jungkook nodded his head and rubbed thigh gently as he stared at the road, “Get some sleep babe. I’ll wake you up when we get there.” 

It’s been a week since this conversation and Jungkook has been having dreams about it. What if Y/N went to that concert? He would’ve never met her and he would probably still be single. The possibilities of her being with someone else never crossed his mind because it was always them together. Nothing more and nothing less. It was another night and Jungkook was sound asleep well, trying to be. The mind is a dangerous place. 

“Jungkook, I have someone I want you to meet.”

Jungkook put down his papers and turned to see Mingyu smiling at him, “Oh? Who?”

He moved to the side and there was Y/N. She was dressed in a pink floral dress with her hair in a low pony-tail. He felt his heartbeat go faster at the sight of her, “This is my girlfriend, Y/N L/N.”

He glanced at Mingyu and then back at Y/N, “Girlfriend?” 

“Yeah, I met her at a meet and greet. I saw how shy she was and I couldn’t stop myself.”

She shyly smiled and gently smacked his arm, “Gyu...stop it.” 

Mingyu wrapped his arm around her waist and smiled at Jungkook, “Y/N, this my close friend, Jeon Jungkook.” 

Jungkook couldn’t stop staring at her and he felt guilty. This was his best friend's girlfriend and here he was looking at her like she was his. He shook his head and smiled, “He-Hey.” 

She bowed her head at him and offered him a smile, “Hello.”

Mingyu leaned down and kissed the top of her head, “I’m happy you can meet her.” 

Jungkook shot up in his bed and ran his fingers through his hair roughly, “Fuck.” He glanced to the side to see Y/N sleeping with the plushie that he won her at a festival. He smiled to himself and pushed some hair off of her forehead. His touch wasn’t light enough and she moved in her sleep. She opened her eyes and frowned at him, “Are you okay, babe?” 

He sighed and looked down at the blanket, “It’s stupid.”

She slowly got up and she wrapped her arms around his arm with a worried look, “It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you baby. Take your time.” 

He sighed and glanced down at her, “It’s something about last week that happened...I’ve been thinking about it.” 

She frowned and thought to herself, “Is it because I ate your noodles? I’m sorry-”

“What? You ate my noodles?”

She let go of his arm and frowned, “Yeah....is that not what you're talking about right now? 

“No...you owe me noodles though.” 

She let out a small laugh and pushed some hair off of his forehead, “What’s bothering you then?”

“You were supposed to go to a Seventeen concert...instead of mine.”

She nodded her head and her face shifted in confusion, “Yes? I declined it, remember?” 

“I know...but my mind is making up situations. In another universe you would’ve been with one of them instead of me.” 

She frowned at this and hugged his arm, “Well, it didn’t happen baby. It was fate for me to decline and it was fate that we met.” 

He glanced down at her, “Yeah?” 

“Yeah, you're my everything. Jungkook. Is that why you’ve been sending me flowers everyday?” 

“Well, you deserve all the flowers in the world and also yes.” 

She let out a laugh and kissed the side of his head, “I appreciate the flowers but baby, I always want you. In every universe.” 

The next moments were blurred but the only thing she knew was that Jungkook was cock deep inside of her. His body pushing hers into the mattress. His hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and she couldn’t help but admire his dark brown eyes in the lighting. She pushed some hair away and he stopped mid thrust to look at her. She smiled and leaned up the best she could, placing her lips gently on his, “How could I want someone else?” 

He brought his hand and gently touched her face like she was made out of glass, “I hate that I thought of that. Will you ever forgive me?” 

She clenched at this question causing him to moan, “I will...you have a whole lifetime with me to do so.” 

He chuckled at this and gently thrusted into her making her eyes close, “I will do two lifetimes to get you to forgive me.” 

“Jung-Jungkook, this isn’t a competition.” 

“Y/N, you are the woman that I dreamed about when I was younger. The manifestation of every thought of what I want in a partner. I love you, I love you. You are not only my garden but the sun to my garden. My wife.”

She felt her heartbeat faster at his confession and leaned up to bring him in a passionate kiss. He returned the passion (maybe even gave more) and let out a dreamy sigh against his lips, “You’ve been watching too much Netflix.” 

He let out a laugh and kissed her again, “It’s the truth. I love Jeon Y/N.”

She let out a laugh and pressed her forehead against his, “I love you more.” 

“Impossible.” 

Her eyes fluttered closed when she felt another thrust. She couldn’t stop herself from clenching and he groaned at the feeling. The pure feeling of overstimulation and pleasure was taking over, “Jung-”

“I know.” 

She let out a moan at affirmation and he placed a kiss in the crock of her neck. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he rocks against her. His hips sutter and she felt his fingers digging deep into her skin as he climaxed inside of her. 

He pushed hair away from her forehead and kissed it as she was dazed out, “This is the right universe. Always with me, always. I love you.” 

[after-witch]

Sweet Valentine [wri0thesley OC Lucas x reader]

Title: Sweet Valentine [@wri0thesley OC Lucas x Reader]

Synopsis: It's Valentine's Day and Lucas has some sweet surprises planned, but things don't go as well as you'd hoped.

Word count: 3164

notes: Yandere, kidnapped reader, mentions of cannibalism, abusive relationship, mentions of violence, non-graphic descriptions of noncon and dubcon sex, reader is implied to be afab

“You… want somethin’ special for Valentine’s Day, sweetheart?”

Lucas’ voice is low and tender, and when you look up at him, you see a faint blush dusting his cheeks. It’s a familiar sight. He always gets like this, when it comes to romance. Or what he thinks is romance, anyway.

You think it’s all that vulnerability that comes along with romance; the possibility of rejection, as if you were stupid enough to outright reject anything he wanted to give you. Not unless you wanted to meet the sharp end of a glare

(Or an axe.)

But it’s there anyway, that vulnerability. In the way he sometimes glances away or the way his cheeks gain a deeper tint or the lilt in his voice. He gets awkward and when you’re feeling dark and low, you sometimes wonder what he’d do if you didn’t thank him for his gifts, if you didn’t lean into his arms when he opened them, if you wiped away his kisses, if you were as ungrateful and awful as you were currently too afraid to be. 

The answer always comes swiftly: He’d kill you, moron. 

Maybe not right away. But you’d chip at his goodwill, such as it was, bit by bit until nothing was left but raw steel. And where would that raw steel go? Right into your skull, stupid.

You’re a lot of things. Scared. A liar. Helpless. But you’re not stupid. 

So you return his blush with a practiced meek gaze. The kind where you glance up at him and then look quickly down, and cross one arm (but never both, that’s too petulant) over your chest. 

Shy, that’s what you are; or rather, what you’ve become in order to survive here. 

If he thinks you’re shy and quiet and meek, it seems easier for him to brush aside the way you tremble; the way you flinch; the way you sometimes find yourself begging him to wait, just wait oh please, you’re not quite ready to go all the way yet. 

And if you have to debase yourself by taking his length into your trembling hands, by letting him touch you until you trembled and came on his fingers, it’s what you’ll do to put off the inevitable for another day. 

“Nothing special,” you say, voice crackling with the dryness of the morning air. He doesn’t respond. He’s disappointed, you think. Nothing special isn’t good enough for Valentine’s Day. So you add, quietly but quickly: “But maybe… If it’s not too much trouble… some chocolate?” 

You glance up at him and he’s got an almost goofy smile on his face now. It makes you relieved--it makes you sick.

“Or--or we could watch a romantic comedy?” You suggest. You bite your lip then, a holdover gesture from your old life. “Oh, but you don’t really have any, so I guess we could just--”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that.” He pulls you close without giving you a choice and you lean your head against his shoulder, just like you ought to do. “I’ll find you somethin’ in town this weekend. Gotta go get some supplies anyway.” 

You smile and press your face towards his chest, so that he feels the curve of your lips against his shirt. “Thank you, Lucas. Really… really any movie you like is fine, but if you can find one, that would be okay.”

He sighs and presses one large hand against the back of your head, trailing it down past your neck--he could snap it so easily--until he’s rubbing your back.

“You’re the sweetest, you know that, angel?” 

You don’t answer, because you don’t need to, and he presses a kiss to the top of your head. 

You were good. You behaved well.  You did what he wanted. Did it matter that you didn’t want chocolates or to watch a movie with him for Valentine’s Day or any day at all? Did it matter that at home, your real home, you were loud and brash and your mother would have pissed herself laughing if anyone called you shy? 

No. Of course not.

If only the truth wouldn’t get you killed. 

You don’t want chocolates or a VHS copy of some outdated romantic comedy.

The only thing you really want for Valentine’s Day is to go home. 

--

The chocolate isn’t great, but it’s not awful, either. There was even a cherry cordial--your favorite--and Lucas’ eyes had lit up when you told him so. 

It was a nice surprise. 

After all, the cynical part of you imagined Lucas showing up with a dusty box of chocolates that tasted like stale sweetness; the kind you find overpriced at drugstores, boxes that forgetful husbands pick up on the way home from work on the day-of. 

But when he came home from town, he’d sheepishly handed over a bouquet of colorfully dyed flowers. A mixture of carnations that were an impossibly vivid pink and daisies with bright blue petals. It was just the kind of bouquet you used to pick out for your mom when you were a kid, because you were drawn to the pops of unnaturally colorful simple flowers more than you were ordinary red roses. 

“Know you like, uh…” He’d held out the bouquet and waited for you to take it from him before continuing. “Know you like this kind of pink, so…” 

You held the bouquet to your chest and felt something that might have been pleasure. It was nice to have something familiar. Something you might pick up at a supermarket on the way home from work. Real flowers were beautiful, of course, and you’d grown to love the sight of them surrounding the cabin. 

But these couldn’t be found in the wilderness in which you were now settled. They were a sign that people still existed out there, people that weren’t you and Lucas and the ghosts of people who came before you.

And that made them more special.

--

“Honey?”

“Angel?.”

“Darlin’.”

It’s the darlin’ that yanks you out of your disassociation. How long had it been going on? You glance down at your fingers and realize you’re holding a half-eaten chocolate bon-bon. Your elbow feels stiff, you must have been holding it up for a while.

You shakily set it back down on the box and force yourself to look over at Lucas, who is cuddled up next to you, holding you in a firm but warm grip, with his arm slung around your shoulder keeping you close. 

He looks irritated. Like you said something wrong again. Only you weren’t saying anything, but that might be the problem; ignoring him was just as bad (sometimes worse) as doing the wrong thing.

“You don’t like the movie?” His voice is gruffer than it should be today, of all days. 

The movie? 

Oh shit.

You blink and blink and slowly details around you come back into focus. The dim lighting in the cabin, to set the mood. The flickering light of the TV and the soft whir of the VCR that could only be heard faintly under the movie itself.

And the movie…

The movie was almost over. The VHS he’d found was of a vaguely familiar movie you remember seeing on TV a few times. It wasn’t a classic but it wasn’t a stink-bomb, either. 

“Angel…” 

He turns toward you and after a moment, takes your chin into his hands.  You quickly glance down--meek, shy, feeble thing that you are--so he doesn’t see the fear that must be blinking through the back of your eyeballs by now. 

“You don’t like the movie, do you? Did I pick the wrong one?” There’s none of the usual sweet compromise in his voice, though, that makes you think saying “yes” might be an option. Instead, you get the sense that he’s laying traps for you to step on. Traps meant for someone ungrateful who completely zones out during what was supposed to be a romantic evening snuggling on the couch. 

Dumbass, you think. I’m such a dumbass.

“Do you…” You speak suddenly and swallow hard. Talking is awkward with his fingers holding your chin, but he doesn’t let go. “Do you want a chocolate?” You offer up the box that’s half-empty by now. The cherry cordials were gone, and maybe you should have offered him one since they were your favorite. But there’s nothing to be done about it, so you hold up the last caramel-filled piece towards him. 

Maybe he’ll appreciate the gesture. 

He finally lets go of your chin and huffs out a snort through his nose. That’s good, usually. A sign he’s calming down. But he doesn’t smile at you, and you can feel the heaviness in the air, a sort of sick pressure that you need to relieve before it gets worse. 

“I’m not much for sweets.” He says this like you ought to know. And you do, actually, it’s just… you don’t know what else to do. 

Your lips quirk downward. You lift the piece until it’s close to his mouth. 

“I know, I just--wanted to share. Please? One bite?” It’s almost a reversal, really; the way he sometimes has to nudge you to eat, when your stomach is all twisted in knots from anxiety or when you can’t shove away the thought that what you’re eating is almost certainly not an animal. Sometimes he feeds you just because he’s in a particular mood, a mood where you need to be more fragile and helpless than you are, which isn’t saying much.

Lucas’ eyes widen then and he finally smiles softly at you. His voice is low and gruff but you think, not quite as irritated as before. 

“All right, angel. A bite.”

He opens his mouth and you slide the chocolate forward until it’s under his teeth. He takes a bite and you pull away, caramel dripping from the half-eaten chocolate that you set back in the box. 

Lucas chews with his mouth closed (he has impeccable manners when he’s not murdering people, thank God for that) but then there’s the thought of the chocolate and caramel being chewed by the same teeth that just ate a “steak” for dinner--what if there’s a stray piece of meat left in his molars and they mix? 

It’s enough to make the sticky sweet flavor of the cherry cordials rise in your throat, acidic and sour from the chocolate digesting in your stomach. 

“Sorry,” you murmur, nuzzling closer to him like an apologetic pet as he finishes chewing. “I didn’t mean to get distracted earlier.” 

Lucas hums and pulls you tighter against him, harder than normal. He presses a kiss against the side of your head. A hint of caramel wafts in the air.  

“Mind you don’t drift often again, honey.” 

-

Lucas is still upset with you. Although you can’t quite call this “still” upset, because this is different from earlier. He’s not still annoyed that you were distracted during the movie or, at least, that’s not the real source of his irritation.

But what--what did you do? You thanked him for the flowers and chocolates. You kissed him (on the lips!) after he gave them to you.  You snuggled on the couch and yes you fucked up during the movie, but you made up for it, you thought. 

You set the table for dinner without being asked, you ate without hesitation and complimented his cooking… you were quiet, you helped him clean up the eggs, you made a joke about Dolly the chicken needing a Valentine’s Day card from him and he chuckled at it. 

You didn’t argue when he insisted he scrub you up during the bath, even when his hand dipped between your legs and lingered on your chest. You quietly let him brush your hair and pick out your pajamas (a pink nightie, tonight) and did everything you thought he wanted.

So what in the hell did you do wrong today that has him practically glowering at you as you both sit on the bed? You’ve re-read the same page in your book a hundred times while you tried to figure it out. You can’t go to bed like this, wondering if he’s angry, wondering if you’ll wake up in the morning to find him hovering over you with a glare and a weapon. Or maybe you won’t even wake up at all. 

“Angel?” There’s a gruff edge to the word tonight that tightens your chest.

“Yes?” Your voice is squeakier than you intended. You tuck a bookmark into your pages and set the book down on your nightstand, and look up at Lucas with practiced meekness that is made all the more real through the gnawing fear in your belly.

Lucas hesitates before he speaks. Emotions shift on his face. Irritation, disappointment, even something you think is sadness. They only make the feeling in your chest worse. What did you do? Why is he acting this way?

“I… wasn’t expectin’ nothing fancy, you know. But I thought you’d at least make somethin’ for me today.”

Make something for him? 

Oh.

Oh.

Fuck.

In all your worries about behaving perfectly, you didn’t even think about getting Lucas something for Valentine’s Day. Making him a card or throwing together a quick embroidery hoop or--something. That’s what a good spouse would do, right? It’s what he would expect from you, on today of all days. Sure, he wasn’t big on presents, and he’d told you a few months ago not to worry about Christmas (you’d embroidered a scene outside the window of his bedroom, the trees and snow and a little silver rabbit) but this was different. 

It was a couple’s day, and you were part of that couple. 

And you’d fucked up.

He’s not done, either.

“I went outta my way to get you everything you wanted. Drove all the way into town… An’ you didn’t even pay attention during the movie.” If you weren’t increasingly terrified,  you might be able to snort at how petulant he sounded, complaining that you didn’t watch the movie well enough. But there’s nothing funny about the way his voice is starting to raise or the way you can practically feel his muscles getting tenser by the moment.

“Did you even appreciate any of it?” It’s more to himself than to you, and that scares you more than anything else has in recent memory. 

Your mouth comes up with a plan the exact moment that your brain does.  You’re not sure if your brain would have let you go through with it, if it had more than a split second to think. 

“I did get you something!” 

Lucas shifts on the bed and looks at you questioningly. He doesn’t look convinced. Not yet. There’s a swift moment in which you have to convince him and you jump into it, feet first.

“I… I just didn’t know how to wrap it, that’s all.” Your throat bobs when you swallow and you look up at him with a soft expression that’s part nerves, part hope. 

“I don’t know what y’mean, darlin’.”

 His eyebrows furrow and you take a deep breath before you reach over and take his hand. You give it a squeeze and shift on the bed yourself, this time leaning backwards on the pillows.

“My gift is…” Oh,  you don’t want to; but you have nothing else you can give him now. You swallow again and fiddle with the end of your nightgown. It’s a flimsy thing, isn’t it? 

“I’m ready to… that is--I’m ready to…” 

You can’t finish the words but you don’t need to, because both of Lucas’ eyebrows raise before his lips curl into a delighted smile as he realizes what you mean.

He looks giddy. He looks drunk, despite not having a drink tonight. He looks like he’s going to devour you, and you can only be mildly grateful that it’s not in the way you normally fear. 

“Oh, angel.” 

In moments, he’s shifted above you, his body looming over your own, filling up all of your space with his size and warmth. 

“This is the best gift you could give me.” He presses a chaste kiss to your lips, then again; a kiss to your cheeks, to your eyes that close so he can kiss the lids. “I’m sorry I doubted you. Oh, honey, you must have been thinkin’ about this all day. No wonder you were so distracted.” 

There’s nowhere to go, if you wanted to go. Nowhere to run, if you were capable of running. He’s here and you’re here and this is going to happen now.

No more putting it off, no more gentle pleas, no more convincing him that you can do that and not this, not yet.

All because you forgot to make a damn Valentine’s Card. 

His hands hold the edge of your nightie and begin to lift it up, exposing the soft cotton underwear underneath. 

“I love you so much. You know that, sweetheart?”

He doesn’t take the nightgown off; instead he bunches it up against your neck, exposing your chest. 

“I love you too,” you murmur, because you’ve had enough of your own stupidity today not to answer his declarations. 

Your eyes flick up to the ceiling as he begins pulling down your underwear. 

It’s going to happen now. He’ll fuck you. And once that happens, well. It’ll keep happening. Every night? Every other night? You don’t know, but he’ll expect it. Things are changing and you can’t stop them. All you can do is try to scramble for what little pleasantries this isolated, captive life can give you. 

Like not-bad chocolates and bunnies outside the window.

Lucas’ hands grip the meat of your thighs and pull them apart with little resistance on your end. You don’t want to make it worse, do you? And it was your idea, you can’t even pretend to be anything but meekly nervous, can you?

He murmurs something in appreciation at the sight of your naked sex and your fingers clutch the sheets underneath you in anticipation. 

You don’t want to look down. It’s like being at the doctor’s--looking away when they give you the shot. You hear the sound of his trousers being pushed down. But he doesn’t push into you just yet.

Instead, he leans down, pressing a hot, wet kiss to your mouth that opens without argument. 

There’s  a faint taste of peppermint toothpaste and a hint of lingering caramel--he didn’t brush his molars well enough, maybe--in his mouth. 

“Love you,” he whispers against your lips. Maybe he sees the nervousness in your gaze and for once, is fine with it. It’s normal to be anxious about your first time, after all. “It's gonna feel good, I promise… I know what I’m doin’.”

Damn, you think vacantly, stomach lurching against your thoughts when you feel the unmistakable press of something hot and hard and wet against your naked thigh. I wish I saved the second cherry cordial for tomorrow.

[neoyuno]

all-nighter | j.jh (M)

As your newly-dating boyfriend works on his new app, you decide to take care of him when he tries to pull an all-nighter.

Or, Jaehyun is finally ready to fulfill all of his fantasies.

Pairing | Nerd!Jaehyun ♡ BadGirl!Reader

Genre | Comedy, Romance, Smut [ brief shower action, fingering, riding, oral (both), brief 69, subby!jaehyun, dom!reader, protected sex, dacryphilia, dirty talk, praising, a little surprise at the end ♥︎ ]

Word Count | 5k

Reading time | 25 minutes

Warnings | usage of curse words, explicit descriptions of sex, afab reader, not proof-read. lmk if I missed anything.

Notes | It’s finally here! After so long, pretty boy Jaehyun is back :) Happy Valentine’s Day, Valentines! I hope you like this one. ♥︎ Can be read as a stand-alone, or you can read Pretty Boy here!

A strong wind ruffled your hair as you pushed past the library’s doors. It was close to 9PM and you looked for your boyfriend after your last lecture of the day.

It had been, approximately, 3 months since your first intimate encounter with the man. The promise of a further adventure still on the table. Given the nature of the man, you wanted to take things slow, going at his pace without pressuring him into anything. He did seem to be ready, but you wanted it to be special—for the both of you.

The dimpled guy had been nothing but the sweetest these past couple of months, his bashfulness didn’t seem to fade away though. Not that you complained about it, the sight of his pink cheeks and glossy eyes only made you fall for him further. To be honest, you were completely in love with him—and you were sure he felt the same.

The lady in the front desk greeted you and told you they were closing in an hour. Taking a small tupperware out of your bag, you placed it on the counter. A piece of cake inside for the lady that always makes conversation with you when you come looking for your boyfriend everyday. She smiled at you and thanked you for the treat.

“You mentioned you like this kind of cake so I brought you some.” You smiled. “I’ll be out in like 10 minutes, I’m here to make sure Jaehyun hasn’t been absorbed by the computers.” She chuckled and directed you to where he was.

“Well, in that case, he is in the private computer rooms upstairs. Room 4.” She smiled at you. “Here’s a key, pretty sure he will not be hearing you knock.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Garcia.” You waved at her and made way to the private room section of the library.

You knocked on the door, and just as she had said, no one answered. Smiling, you opened the door to see your boyfriend deeply concentrated on his screen, a bunch of weird codes displayed on a window and a preview displayed on his iPad.

Jaehyun jumped in his seat when he felt a pair of hands on his shoulder.

“Oh my-“ he turned around and as soon as he saw your face, he relaxed. “You scared me…” he whispered.

“Oh, I am sorry, baby.” You cooed and cupped his face, squishing his cheeks, while straddling his lap. “How’s my pretty boy doing?” You kissed his lips softly a couple of times, making him blush, yet his hands cupped your ass.

“I-I’m okay, I am working on my app.” You pecked his lips again as you watch his skin turn pink. “How are you?”

“I’m okay, baby. But we need to go.” You said. “The library is closing soon and you need to rest a bit.”

“But I am not done yet.” He tried looking back at the screen but your hand on his jaw prevented him from doing so.

“You can finish tomorrow. Now, let’s go home, pretty boy. Let me take care of you.” He started talking again, so you pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’ll drive you home and I’ll make you a nice meal.”

“Just ten more-“

You cut him off with a kiss again, this seemed to be the most successful way to shut him up.

“And then we can take a shower together,” he hummed against your lips, interested in your last statement. “Then we can do a lot more…”

“Like what?” He whispered.

The grip he has on your bottom got stronger, as he practically squeezed the soft mounds. The sudden boost of confidence surprised you, making you wet nonetheless.

“I dont know… what do you want to do?” A smirk forming on your face.

His lips touched your jaw ever so softly and your eyes almost bulged out of your face. It wasn’t something outrageous but he barely ever even kissed you normally. He would rather hide under his sheets, blushing like crazy, than outright tell you he wants to make out.

“There’s this movie that just came out. It’s a romcom, I’m sure you’ll like it too.” He suggested and smiled cutely.

At this point, you were too soft for his dimples that you couldn’t even suggest something naughtier. You loved seeing him happy. The lamest things made him happy and therefore it made you happy.

“A movie sounds great, baby.” You kissed his lips softly and removed yourself from his lap. “Now, let’s go so Mrs. Garcia can go home.”

“So, how’s your app going, baby?” You asked and opened the door to his apartment, which he held for you to get in so he could follow after.

The scent of his home was absolutely heavenly. Soft and manly. Discarding of you shoes, you reached to hold his laptop and tablet to place them on his desk. He whispered a small ‘thank you, baby.’ that made you heart beat at a hundred miles an hour.

“The app is almost done.” He smiled proudly. “It should be up for download by the end of the month. I hope it does well.”

“Of course it will do well, pretty boy. You made it, so I am sure it is great!” You assured him. “And if I have to, I will purchase a million devices so I can download it in all of them.”

The sudden pull of your waist by his arm made you gasp softly. Not expecting him to be this affectionate, you were not quite sure how to react other than by snuggling into his chest as it hit your back.

“Thank you, baby.” His lips ghosted over the crook of your neck and you could’ve just faint right there.

Truth is, he also felt the same way. Your words of encouragement and the silly idea of buying a million devices for the sake of his success made him feel elated. Absolutely enamored by you. Thoughts of you flooded his mind and he didn’t mind it, all he wanted was to hold you close and never let go of you—he was deeply in love.

“Do you want to shower first, baby?” You needed him, all of him this time.

“Sounds good, beautiful.” The word rolling from his tongue was so sexy. His voice drove you insane, it was low and deep while still holding that hint of timidity.

You could definitely get used to him being a bit more straightforward and affectionate.

“Let’s go then, pretty boy.”

Soft delicate hands helped the man discard of his clothes, he loved the feeling of your hands on his body. Although, he would never say out out loud.

He knew what was going to happen in the shower (or at least he hoped it was what he thought), and he was very much looking forward to it. His dreams were always filled with images of you—some innocent and some not so much. Often, he would find himself wandering around explicit thoughts of you: you on your knees and choking on his dick, you riding his face, his fingers deep inside you as you screamed his name, you on your knees and elbows, pretty ass parading for him as he fucked you dumb, and the most popular thought of his—you bouncing on his lap taking all of him as he watched your pretty face and pretty tits jiggle.

Of course, he never found the words to ask for all of his fantasies. The fact that you worshipped his cock and often pointed out how big he was, made his confidence boost a little. But it wasn’t enough to outright ask you to ride his face or bend you over. As a matter of fact, his cock still didn’t have the privilege to explore the crevices that his fingers had.

Ever since he became your boyfriend, he had done countless of research of ways to pleasure you. Wanting nothing more than to give you as much as you gave him. At this point he should be an expert, but how could he be one if he never put it to practice. He tried many times, in his head, but once he wanted to apply it… it never came out the way he wanted too. His bashfulness always won.

“Let me help you…” he offered quietly when he saw you removing your shirt.

You stopped on your tracks and stood in front of him. While you do enjoy him being submissive (he does too) you didn’t mind him being a little more responsive.

“You’re so pretty.” The way his voice resonated in the softest way possible, clenched your heart. He had told you this countless of times but it never failed to make you feel special.

Feeling his lips on your collarbone, caused a moan to leave your lips, his own curving up in a small smile at the reaction.

Jaehyun’s hands traveled down the curves of your body to undo the zipper of your short skirt and let it fall around your feet. Curving his palms, he cupped your soft bottom, bringing you closer to his naked body as you held unto his biceps.

Not so sure what was happening, but you were having the time of your life being touched by him. The man’s hands touched you with such delicacy that it almost felt like feathers brushing against your skin.

“Are you okay?” You asked, curious of his behavior.

“I’m okay.” He smiled. “I just want you to feel good, too.”

“I always feel good, baby.”

“I know, but I want to make you feel good myself.” You lips joined as you stumbled into the shower once he removed your underwear.

“Yeah?” The cool water splashed on you bodies, dampening his hair and yours.

He merely hummed against your lips, before cupping your face to stroke your cheeks with his thumbs.

“Come here, let me wash you hair.” His fingers ran through your hair, massaging your scalp as he washed away any oils. Jaehyun kept all of your favorite care items in his house for you, as he liked having you over often.

Closing your eyes, you stood there taking in his care. It was you who was supposed to be taking care of him, but he wanted to return the favor as he had promised the first night. Not only sexually, but also romantically. His heart fluttered whenever you were with him, the way you treated him was heart filling—even his friends started envying the way you treated him, but they couldn’t agree more that he deserved it.

The water washed away the soapy bubbles from your hair and you turned around to face him, grabbing the bottle of his shampoo and smiling at him once he bowed his head so you could reach.

“You look cute.” You giggled and spiked his hair. “Such a pretty boy.”

“Stop…” he blushed but still giggled with you.

Jaehyun stepped under the shower, the suds washing down his body and you couldn’t help but follow their path. From his head to his collarbones, to his abs and down his legs—where, of course, you stared at. He grew shy under your gaze, but he couldn’t help himself from pulling you into his arms.

“You’re so pretty.” He whispered and placed his thumb across your bottom lip before kissing you once more.

Kissing him always felt nice, it made you feel a million butterflies in your tummy. He kissed you with such delicacy no one had ever given you before.

“Oh, someone’s excited.” You giggled against his lips when you felt something poke your thigh.

“I- uh- I’m sorry…” his cheeks painted a deep pink and his eyes shut as he stopped kissing you.

“Hey, don’t act all shy now.” You smooched his lips a couple of times until he was smiling. “Let me help you with that, baby.”

He kept you in place, against the shower wall, once you were about to kneel in order to suck him off. Jaehyun shook his head when he saw your confused face.

“Not like that…” his lips kissed your neck and his hands travelled down your body.

“What do you want me to do, sweetheart?”

“I can’t say it…” he confessed bashfully against your neck.

Giggling, you stroked his back softly. “Do you want me to give you a handjob?” He shook his head.

“My boobs?” He shook his head again. “Do- do you want to go all the way?” He nodded and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. “Okay.”

Guiding his hand with yours, you led it to your pelvic area, his fingers brushing past your clit making you gasp softly.

“I don’t think I can’t take you without prep, baby.” You said and he stared at you intently. “Can you help me get ready for you?”

Your eyes shut when you felt his fingers moving. His slender finger brushed past your lower lips and teased your entrance. It was quite surprising he knew what to do—but then again, you didn’t know all the hours of research he had gone through.

“Fuck…” you exhales sharply as his middle finger teased a specific part of sensitive skin near your entrance.

“C-can I?” He asked and you nodded, knowing exactly what he meant.

That’s when his finger dipped inside. Your hands reached out to grab at his shoulders to keep you balanced, the feeling of his finger deep inside you was already so much.

“Oh my God!” You gasped once more after his finger curled, pressing your g-spot.

“Is that good?” He asked, eyelids low and irises deeply concentrated in your face.

“Yes- please, more…” your eyes moved to look at him and you were met with his eyes intently staring at you. “I don’t- oh fuck!”

Your sentence was cut short as you felt him add another finger, his pace now quicker and finger pads curling which each pump. Just as you were about to talk again, his lips captured yours in a sloppy kiss.

Jaehyun kissed you eagerly, a little too excited for the things that were happening—and the ones that would unfold later.

“Baby,” you groaned and he hummed. “You’re so good at that, I don’t think-” you gasped once more as his thumb circled at your sensitive clit.

Your eyes were blown open and mouth agape as you turned to look at him, his chest and cheeks were a deep shade of pink and you could notice his heavy breathing—he was turned on.

“How about we move this to your bed, sweetie?” Your hand reached out to stroke his rock hard cock, a gasp leaving his lips almost instantly.

“Okay,” his shaking breath made you smirk as you pushed him back.

Jaehyun stumbled backwards as you lead him back into the bedroom, you lips still permanently sucking on his. Usually, he would mind the mess the water dripping down your bodies made, but he was far too excited to care.

“I can’t wait to have this pretty cock inside me, baby.” You stroked him again, making him hiss as his bottom touched the mattess beneath him—your naked body falling on his.

You bit his chin and sat up on his abs, he couldn’t help but stare at your wet pussy touching his skin. He was absolutely mesmerized, his dirtiest fantasies were unfolding right in front of him. Jaehyun’s hand subconsciously reached to squeeze your ass, making you gasp softly.

“Do you like this?” You asked when his breath hitched at the sudden move of your hips, your pussy glading over his abs. “Do you like me riding your abs?” he bit his lip.

“Aren’t you a dirty boy…” clicking your tongue, you removed yourself from him and turned your back to him before straddling his body again. Your pussy now in complete display and just mere inches away from his face. “God, I love sucking this pretty cock.” You said and licked up his shaft.

The man tensed up beneath you, struggling to keeping himself from pulling your ass down and devouring you.

“Fuck,” he let out a shaky moan when your mouth sucked on his cock, but the sudden clench of your pussy caught his attention. Sucking him off did turn you on. “Just like that…” his thoughts were short lived when his tip hit the back of your throat.

“Hnng-“ Jaehyun whined when your mouth suddenly left his skin. “No-“

“No what, baby?” You couldn’t see his face, but his eyebrows knitted up as he debated whether to pull you down or not.

This was his time to shine. The time to finally do what he’s been wanting to do. Jaehyun wanted nothing less than suffocating on your pussy as your plush thighs hugged his head.

“Cat ate- fuck!” You gasped loudly as the man beneath you grabbed your hips sternly and pulled you down. His tongue sloppily made out with your wet core and you couldn’t help but moan loudly as your chest heaved out heavy breaths.

“Oh, baby… you’re so good at that.” His teeth grazed your clit softly and it felt like nothing you’ve ever felt before. The sound that left your lips was a sound Jaehyun quickly got addicted to.

He could definitely get used to hearing those pretty moans as he pleasured you as if that was his sole purpose on the u universe. You could feel his warm tongue lapping your folds and alternating to kitty lick your clit and entrance. The sensation of his teeth slightly grazing your bud added a new thrill that you had never experienced before.

Although he was the least experienced man you’ve been with, he was definitely the best at making a meal out of you. He wasn’t rushing to get your orgasm out of the way and seek his, but because he was hungry and eager to please you.

“Jaehyun…” moans turned into slurred whines of his name as your orgasm approached, but he stopped right then, kissing your pussy once before moving you off his face.

“Where did you learn that, pretty boy? Hmm?” You questioned, feeling strange at the submissive headspace you were in for a mere second. “What makes you think you can just stop when I’m about to cum?”

He felt the mattress dip as you moved around to straddle him like you did originally. This time, your breasts joined the skin of his chest as you leaned forward to suck at his thick neck.

“Are you just eager to try this pussy?” You asked and he moaned softly, making a smile form across your face. “Is that what you want, baby? Will you let me ruin this pretty cock?” You licked up his throat and bit his chin.

“This pretty cock will never be satisfied by no one other than me. You got that, pretty boy?” He nodded slowly and stared as he waited for you to kiss him. Your lips ghosted over the skin around his lips, teasing, but never making contact with his lips.

“Such a pretty thing, aren’t you?” Your fingers ran down his body, his skin so soft to the touch that you could swear it would’ve melted under your touch.

Your hand slid slowly from his shoulder to his pecs, which you teased by pinching his pretty nipples. Jaehyun struggled to keep his eyes open and mouth shut at the feeling, his mouth fell open and soft whimpers left his throat as your hands teased down his abs, where you could feel your wetness from earlier.

With your middle finger, you swiped the clear glistening substance and reached to his lips—the man didn’t waste any time before he was already sucking your finger dry, humming at the taste.

“God, you are hot.” You groaned as he looked up at you with the cutest pleading eyes as his cheeks hollowed around your finger. “Open your mouth, Angel…”

He obliged and you smirked.

“Stick your tongue out.”

A small moan resonated from the man as he did what you said. Grabbing his jaw, you kept his face in place as you lowered your own face close to his. Your tongue sticking out to lick his quickly before sucking it as you would with his dick.

Jaehyun exhaled heavily and his body laid limp on the mattress as you kept doing your work on his tongue. Who would’ve though such an impish action would feel like heaven on Earth.

“Please…” he mumbled while moving his hands to caress your skin, sending shivers up your spine.

“You can’t wait any longer, baby?” You whispered and he shook his head soflty. A smile broke on your face, feeling soft for the boy who stared at you with stars in his eyes.

“Let me get a condom…” kissing his lips one last time, you left the bed to find a condom on his drawers.

Jaehyun’s mind and heart were rushing at a million miles per hour. He had been waiting for this moment to come, he knew it would eventually happen, but he never it would happen with someone like you. As you moved back to the bed, he laid there propped up on his elbows.

“Are you sure you want to do this right now, baby?” You asked sweetly, genuinely concerned about him once you glanced over and saw him fidgeting.

“Yes, I’m just a bit nervous.” He shyly admitted.

“I’ll take it slow, okay?” Your lips touched his in a sweet peck. “If you want me to stop at any time, tell me and will stop.”

“Okay…” his voice trembled when your hand slowly rolled down the condom over his length.

“Relax, love…” voice soft, you instructed him to breathe deeply. “You already feel so good, baby.”

A soft moan left his plush lips and his eyebrows knitted up when he felt the tip of his cock glide over your wet folds. The quiet sound turned into a loud whine as you finally sunk down his cock painfully slow.

“Ah- I- Oh my God!” Jaehyun whined and his chest heaved with heavy breaths. Shutting his eyes and opening them again, he was greeted with the prettiest sight ever.

There you were, eyes closed, eyebrows knitted, mouth slightly open, and quiet curses leaving your pretty lips. He couldn’t help but moan at the sight.

“I don’t think I will last long tonight, baby.” You whispered. “I’m not even halfway down and you already fill me up so good.”

Between heavy breaths, Jaehyun stared at the spot where your pussy met his cock. He stared intently as less and less of his latex covered skin could be seen, yours stretching visibly as you sunk further down.

“Oh fuck…” you felt lightheaded. His cock fit beyond perfectly inside you, his tip pressing on that sweet spot so deliciously that you knew you would cum before he did if you didn’t control yourself. “Are you okay, angel?”

“Ye- oh- you feel so warm, oh my- fuck!” Borderline drooling, Jaehyun could only mumble and moan deeply as your warm center engulfed him tightly.

“Oh Jae, you feel so good, baby.” Your nails clawed at the skin of his chest softly as you fell forward.

Jaehyun’s breath hitched when he felt the soft skin of your breasts softly grazing his lips, after a moan left his lips when you rocked your hips rather harshly down his cock, he took the chance to suck on the pretty hardened buds.

“Mmm, fuck- I love your cock so much, pretty boy.” You groaned, growing frustrated at the rising pain in your legs as you tried to keep riding him.

Growing needy and hungry for the man under you, you left a loud moan before collapsing unto his chest. Your cheek was pressed against his shoulder and his hands moved to caress your body in a feathery touch. Your hips only moved in circled now as you tried regaining the strength in your thighs and calves.

“You feel so good, baby… please keep going…” he breathed out, swearing he would pass out at any given moment.

“So fucking big,” you whined, the circular motions only adding to your sensitivity and need to release. The feeling of his big cock stretching you out and his pretty moans and whines was driving you to a state of stupidity.

Halting the movements of your hips for a bit, you let yourself rest to regain the strength in your thighs, the man under you clearly frustrated at the action as he let out a whine and desperately groped at your hips to move you just a little. It was good enough to sorta soothe the growing ache for your wet centre.

“So desperate for this pussy, aren’t you, pretty baby?” You taunted, teeth sinking on the skin of his neck as a strained moan left his lips at the sharp feeling.

“Please…” his voice was now reduced to merely a rasped whisper. Lifting your head, your eyes diverted to his face, his pretty eyes were shut closed and his thick eyebrow met in the middle of his forehead while they furrowed.

Jaehyun’s cheeks tinted pink and lips hung open, a light sheen of sweat covering his forehead and chest heaving.

“So fucking pretty,” your hand clawed at his jaw, grabbing it firmly and making him yelp softly. The sight of such a beautiful man absolutely wrecked by you was bringing out another side of you that had been suppressed for a long time. “You want me to move? Beg for it, pretty boy.”

Just as the words left your lips he opened his eyes wide in shock at the sound of your sultry voice. He caught your eyes preying down on him in a dark gaze, making him shudder.

“Please, ______,” Jaehyun let out a pathetic breath.

“Please what? Tell me what you want, baby.”

“I need you…”

“You need me? I’m already here, love…” you smirked, not satisfied with his answer.

Jaehyun shook his head despairingly and moaned when you clenched your walls to tease him.

“I need your pussy, baby, please move!” He whined, tears already falling down his cheeks.

“Oh yeah? You need it?” You questioned and he whined out a ‘yes’.

The smirk on your face only grew wider as you slouched down to wipe his tears with your tongue before dipping it into his mouth and letting the salty taste invade his tastebuds. He couldn’t help but whimper at such a move.

“Good boy,” sitting back up, you used your hands to lean back on his thighs and keep yourself steady.

“F-fuck…” he gasped when your hips resumed their movement. “Mmm, ri-right t-there…”

“Look at you, Jae…” your hips moved frantically when you noticed that the quick pace made his moans louder and his breaths quicker. “So pussy-drunk, aren’t we, angel?”

“S’fuckin’good, baby…” his words, now mumbled, were consumed by his lazy and dragged out moans.

You were sure that Taeyong would scold you the next day for keeping him awake if he wasn’t out of town. Jaehyun’s moans were surely loud enough to echo in the eldest’s apartment.

“Oh, Jaehyun… you’re making me feel so good.” You praised. While you were doing all the work, the feeling of being stuffed to the brim by him was rewarding enough.

“O-oh, I’m gonna-“ you moved your hands from behind you to lay of his chest, slightly crouching on top of him to snap your hips down his length sharply.

The first plunge almost knocked the air out of your lungs, the head if his cock hitting your g-spot deliciously.

“Cum for me, angel. Cum inside me, pretty bo-y.” Your voice halted for a second as you felt your orgasm building up. “I want you to fill me up, baby.”

The words leaving your mouth only rung in his ears, the though of filling you up with his cum driving him insane and fueling his body with nothing but lust.

Jaehyun held unto his orgasm, wanting you to come undone first, until he felt your soft lips on his. Your tongue played with his as loud groans left his throat and were swallowed up by your mouth.

You whined against his tongue when his warm release painted the latex that blocked his skin from your tight walls white as his climax washed over like a tidal wave. Jaehyun’s hearing stopped for a bit as he relinquished in the most exquisite feeling ever.

“F-fuck, Jae…” you cried out as your walls contracted around his girth, triggering your own climax and making you collapse on too him.

Loud moans harmonized with his deep groans as you both laid there coming down from the little heaven you shortly ascended to. You felt strong arms wrap around your shaking body and shaky hands caress your back.

“Thank you, baby.” You heard Jaehyun breath out, making you giggle. Of course he would thank you…

“I should thank you. I have never been stuffed so good in my life.” Now, it was his turn to giggle. His lips pressed a soft kiss on top of your head and you couldn’t help but smile.

The room fell into a comfortable silence, just the muted sound of the A/C and your breaths filling up the space. The alarm clock on his bedside table now reading 1:00 AM.

“Did you feel good, angel?” You asked after he sighed, a bit scared that he would regret letting you take his virginity.

“So good… I thought I was in heaven for a while there.” Jaehyun moved his head to kiss your lips chastely a couple of times, before lowering his voice and smirking. “How about next time I let my baby rest and fuck her good into the mattress?”

Your whole body shuddered at such a thing coming out of his mouth in such a sensual voice. You had created a monster, he had came not even five minutes ago before he was already voicing out what he had been thinking about all this time. Who knew fucking him would unleash such a fiend but you were surely in for a fucking treat.

NEOYUNO 2023

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

02/10/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Long Post is Long. Cast & Crew Sightings; David Jenkins; Matt Maher; Clowning; Rhys Darby; Rosie; Samba; Max Trolling Reminder; Coyote Vs Acme Cont'd / Articles; Watch Party Reminders for Feb 11; SafeSpaceShip; Art Director's Guild Nominee; We Need to Be a Lighthouse! Game; AdoptOurCrew Choose Your Own Adventure; Love Notes; Daily Darby / Today's Taika;

= Cast & Crew Sightings =

Well as you can imagine, the David Jenkins IG is the big news of today. The clowning forecast has gone up significantly. Dad posted one of the late-blooming SaveOFMD banners in NY and attached Elton John - Candle In The Wind to the post. This song has some very specific significance to our fandom.

Apparently back when we lost Lucius in Season 1, Chaos Dad posted this song to Nathan Foad. Src @cptn_brightsky's Twitter Post

Now ADD to that... David Jenkins ALSO added this picture of Matthew Maher standing in front of a saveOFMD flyer found out on the street.

NOW OF COURSE, we are all clowning, but I think as usual Chaos Dad is trying to give us info without giving us info since the fandom pays so much attention to every little detail.

@saltpepperbeard has a theory that I'm down to clown with until I turn blue in the face. Src.

So yeah, as always take the clowning how you will, but I'll be honest, this looks like great news to me. It really does. CLOWN ON MY FRIENDS.

= Other Cast & Crew Sightings =

Rhys Darby's going to be at The Bourbon Room Hollywood next Friday, 2/16 at 8 PM PT.

== Rosie ==

Since doing cute stuff just doesn't stop in the Darby houshold, tonight I wanted to make a special shout out to Rosie Carnahan Darby, Rhys' Wife who has been active the last couple days. First and foremost, she knit a little blanket and hat for Samba's baby!

Second apparently she's restocked the Awesomeness Comedy website with more Buttons McGinty books and Comedy Special DVD's in case you're interested.

Oh and by the way, Samba loves the blanket:

= Vico Ortiz =

Tonight Vico was out performing with Them Fatale Drag Kings at their last night at their home bar Redline! Just some shots from their IG stories, feel free to check out more.

== Max Trolling ==

Gentle reminder luvs, if you're going to IG, or Twitter to troll Max posts, let's try to remember not to post OFMD/Negative comments on any posts that are celebrating underrepresented groups. We want to support those groups. Please note however, if you'd done it previously and didn't know, don't beat yourself up! We all make mistakes, just please try to keep it in mind going forward! (If you can delete your previous posts, great, if not, again not the end of the world).

== Coyote Vs Acme Cont'd / Articles ==

Why Deleting and Destroying Finished Movies Like Coyote vs Acme Should Be a Crime

This article is from yesterday but this blurb was pretty damn specific so I wanted to make sure if you missed it you got to see some of the reasons why Max did cancel OFMD.

"Some of the company’s tactics post-merger were garden-variety ruthless, like eliminating 87 series from its streaming platform Max, so that they won’t have to pay union-mandated residuals to the talent that created already-existing programs or pony up funds to produce more seasons of existing ones (such as “Our Flag Means Death,” one of the company’s most popular and critically acclaimed comedies—canceled after just two seasons)."

= Watch Party / Event Reminders =

Feb 11: Q+ and AdoptOurCrew Season 2 Live-Rewatch Party

Times: 2PM GMT, 9 AM EST, 6 AM PST

Watch Party Hashtags:

#OurFlagMeansBBC 

#OurFlagMeansRewatch

#SaveOFMD 

#AdoptOurCrew

= Feb 11: Relax I'm From the Future Watch Party! =

Sunday February 11th, 1 PM PT. 4 PM ET, 9PM GMT

Watch Party Hashtags:

#PiratesFromTheFuture

#SaveOFMD

#AdoptOurCrew

== In Person Events: San Diego CA ==

February 11, 2024 at 4 PM at Maritime Museum of San Diego

Costumes & Cosplay Encouraged! Location: Maritime Museum of San Diego 1492 North Harbor Drive San Diego, CA 92101

Hashtags:

#SafeSpaceShip

#SaveOFMD

#AdoptOurCrew

= Art Director's Guild Award Nominee! =

Sorry, I forgot to add this one yesterday!

Ra Vincent - Nominee for Half-Hour Single - Camera Series. Src: @AdoptOurCrew and ADG

Check out the Design Presentation: OFMD_s2_art.pdf

== We Need To Be A LightHouse! ==

Have YOU heard of this awesome new Monkey Island Inspired Point and Click Adventure Game by @blueberreads and @eldawee? They've been working on it for months and it's FINALLLLLLLY HEEEERE!

These folks are so incredibly talented! Please go check it out here! https://dawee.itch.io/lighthouse If you're using a MAC OS you'll most likely need to download an executable at the bottom of the main page. Just FYI! If it prompts you with the "you downloaded this from the internet" error just click OK. I already started playing with it and I'm in love.

I pushed Ed and he asked if I wanna do something weird xD Okay no more spoilers, GO CHECK IT OUT!

== AdoptOurCrew Choose Your Own Adventure Game!==

In honor of the s2 watch party with Q! tomorrow, @adoptourcrew did a really adorable choose your own adventure game on twitter today! They did polls and let the majority pick which direction they wanted the story to go!

Since it was a lot of pictures I made a separate post so you can see the whole story: @adoptourcrew Choose Your Own Adventure here on tumblr. Please check it out!

== Love Notes ==

Alrighty lovelies. It's been another busy day. Lots of clowning, lots of hope, lots of emotional roller coasters. I hope you had a good time and generally it was more positive than negative. I have a lot I want to say, but my brain is still pretty foggy. So I'll make this short.

Sometimes when things go well, our brain gets excited and then they overcompensate when we calm down. It starts to think a lot more negatively because it had so much extra dopamine for a time. When that happens, little things can be really devastating. I just want you to remember that we all make mistakes and YOU, you beautiful imperfect being are not your mistakes. They hurt, and we learn from them, but they don't define us. Try not to listen to your brain if it's telling you otherwise. You are so very wonderful.

Anyway, I hope that makes sense.

Here's a picture I found today I thought really applied to all you wonderful people. Thank you to all the folks who reached out to me and checked in and sent me love when you knew I was struggling (there are too many to list and I don't know if you want to be tagged so please just know how much I appreciate you). I love you all so much, and I'm so lucky to how found people who make me feel like it's ok to be me.

== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

Tonight is once again animal themed. I wish I'd made that Taika gif last night for the lovebirds theme, but here we are.

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

Hi! I really love your writings! And thanks for write something for Present mic,he so underrated😢

Since you request are open can i ask an NSFW between fem reader abd hizashi(in their young age,like 19 years old) when they try to have they fisrt time in Hizashi house?

(Hey Anon! No need to thank me haha, I’m always here to make people happy. Anyway I hope you enjoy this and have a great day!)

The Next Level

Hizashi Yamada x FEM! Reader

(Warning: Smut, swearing, and unprotected sex)

It’s been a year since you and Hizashi first met. The both of you were eighteen and met at a club, he came up to you and sparked up a conversation and ever since then you two became inseparable. Although you started developing feelings for Hizashi, romantic feelings, but you decided not to do anything about it because you were afraid that he would only see you as a best friend.

All of that changed when one day Hizashi called you, asking to hang out with him at the same club you met each other at. Of course you instantly agreed and that was one of the greatest decisions you’ve ever made, because that was when he confessed to you and got into a relationship.

....

Today was an eventful day, it was your one year anniversary. The both of you decided to celebrate by going to a karaoke show, walk around and try some street food, and finally head to his house and chill. He drove you to his home, jamming to the radio on blast and talking about all the things you could do whenever you arrived. You were curious to see what his home looked like, but no matter what it looked like you knew it was gonna be so much fun hanging out there.

“Well here we are!” Hizashi says enthusiastically before getting out of the car. Humming a song that’s been stuck in his head.

You got out and got a better look of the house, there was nothing special about it, it just looked like an ordinary home, though there were a couple dead plants by the door. “So, you’re bad at taking care of plants huh?” You teased, already knowing he was gonna have a dramatic reaction to your comment.

“Hey it’s not my fault that they’re so needy. I didn’t even want them here in the first place, they just appeared!” He raises his hands dramatically, causing you to let out a small chuckle. He unlocks the door and heads inside, “Welcome to my humble abode! Make yourself at home, I’m going to get some snacks for the movie. Make sure you choose a good one.”

“No promises!” You joked, heading to the living room, looking around the place. It was a rather cozy feeling and it smelled like your favorite scent. Did he spray stuff before you got here? Or maybe he lit a candle? Whatever he did, the kind gesture made you smile, you’re definitely going to tease him about this later on.

You get settled on the couch, grabbing the remote to choose the movie, picking a romantic comedy one. It looked interesting and had high ratings so what could go wrong?

“I’m here with the snacks!” Hizashi yells, ripping you out of your thoughts. He lays out the assortment of food on the coffee table and plops down next to you, “Sooo whatcha pick?”

“Oh it’s a romantic comedy, it looked cool so I chose it.” You explain, pressing play on the movie.

“Yes! That’s my second favorite genre. My favorite being comedy of course.” He said, giving you a wide smile before turning his attention to the television.

....

Luckily your movie picking skills are still as sharp as ever cause the movie so far is amazing; the plot, characters, and the scenes. There was this one certain scene where the two main characters were getting a little spicy. While watching that scene, you couldn’t help but imagine you and Hizashi doing something like that, the thought made your heart beat faster.

You tried to not think about it, but it’s hard when the wet feeling in between your legs increases. Looking over at Hizashi, he had a blush dusted on his cheeks. Was he thinking about the same thing?

A sudden strong wave of boldness washed over you, scooting closer to him and grabbing his face to look at you, face inches away from his. “How about we do something more exciting?” You say seductively, causing his blush to turn a darker shade of red before smirking.

“Ha I like this side of you.” He said, lips brushing against yours before finally kissing you. Straddling you onto his lap without breaking the kiss, his hands resting on your hips. The kiss lasted for a long few minutes before you pulled away to get some air, staring into each other’s eyes full of love and lust.

“Are you sure about this? Are you ready to take our relationship to the next level?” Hizashi asks, making sure that you were completely ready and comfortable with this.

You softly smile at him, “Yes, I want my first time to be with you.”

Hizashi’s eyes widened a bit, “So it’s your first time too huh? I’m glad I’m not alone in this then hehe.” He smiles back at you, “So are you gonna take this top off or what?”

You feel his hands slowly slip underneath your top, “I guess I am.” You retort, taking off your top and throwing it to the side with a plastered smirk on your face, making Hizashi chuckle.

“Ha you always find a way to make me laugh, I love that about you.” He gushed, slowly kissing your neck and biting it gently. You let out a long sigh when his hand reached underneath your bra, playing with your nipple with his thumb.

He feels your body grind on him desperately, your private hitting his own each time. You felt the tent on his pants grow, “I should take these off hmm?” You say, hands gesturing to your bottoms. He nods his head before pulling you into another kiss, pulling away shortly to let you take off the rest of your clothes while he unzips his pants.

In no time you had all your clothes off, you were way too pent up and excited for what's to come. You crawled back onto his lap, his hand instantly went to grip your waist gentle but still firm. You hovered over his cock angling yourself to settle onto it while he kissed your jawline, holding back a relieved groan.

You grabbed Hizashi’s shoulders while you adjusted to his size, humping slowly on it for some friction. The movement caused both of you to moan. He leans forward kissing you passionately, you wrap your arms around his head to deepen the kiss. You begin to move faster to get even more pleasure, you were needy and he could tell so he thrusted his hips upward in a slow but hard fashion.

The slow, hard thrusts turned fast and rough and ripped loud moans out of you, which were muffled from the deep kiss. Hizashi slides his hands down to your ass, squeezing it while he pulls away to watch your facial expressions contort with pleasure.

He groans as your moans get even louder, signaling that you were closely approaching your orgasm. “F-fuck I’m close” you gasped, gripping his shoulders tightly.

Hizashi's movements became rigid as he got closer to his climax “Damn me too.” He says, visibly trying to hold back from cumming inside you.

“A-ah pleas-e cum inside me, I’m clo-” Your moans ripped through your throat, interrupting what you had to say. Throwing your head back as you cum hard, feeling Hizashi fill you up.

Panting noises fill the room as the both of you recover from the intense orgasm. Resting your head on his shoulder, he wraps his arms around you, “Dang, I didn’t know you had all that in you.” Hizashi says teasingly.

“I have a lot of things in me now.” You retorted, hitting him playfully, he laughed at your reply.

Today couldn’t have gone any better, it was the most perfect anniversary you could’ve asked for. You can’t wait for the next one.

Masterlist

[shygirl4991]

Chapter 4 Self Love

A shout out to @cody-the-cat enjoy seeing the idea come to life! All art is by @b-r-i-n-g-x do not repost! A Four Chapter special as thank you for all the support you guys have given me!

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Summary: SMG3 just wanted to make himself a nice cup of coffee before the work day began, but when he takes a sip from his freshly brewed coffee and passes out he will wake up to a huge surprise. Three other versions of himself now run wild in the mushroom kingdom and he has to stop them before the world learns all his secrets. 

Tags: Love Confessions, Enemies to friends to lovers, Romantic comedy, fluff and angst

SMG4 and three awkwardly sit on the bed watching memes, four would look up at three then back at his phone. They confess their feelings then hug. Now they both have no idea what's next, annoyed by the silence Three speaks up “So are we going to date or what?” Four’s face goes crimson red from the sudden question and pauses the video. He spent so long fearing what SMG3 was plotting to ruin his channel, thinking how this man would try to kill him that now that they were friends he never focused on how much changed. To think a bet being forced to wear pink pulled something in him, he wanted to be SMG3 Prince, a kind of knight in shining armor just to see the smirk back on his face. He takes Threes hand and smiles “Yeah, we are dating, guess i'm your boyfriend now…heh how weird is it to say that!” 

SMG3 rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's giggle “Let's get things straight, just cause we are dating doesn't mean you get special treatment you hear?!” Four smirks leaning close to Three making the man blush as his eyes drop quickly to his lips then back at his eyes “Sure whatever you say~” The two men enjoyed each other's company while the others were sitting in the cafe silent,  the air was thick among them. Heart’s eyes flickered from dark blue to his natural color before getting up “I'm going to cook us dinner! Come on, Book help me out if I ask Spade he might try to eat the pot again!” Spade rolled his eyes glaring at Heart “Shut it Pinky it's not my fault he has cafe pans that are shaped like donuts!” Book gets up chuckling as the pair start messing around in the kitchen. Spade pouts, seeing the two giggling and grabbing what they need to cook, with a sigh he takes the elevator down where he sees Eggdog. He was thankful he was able to send the pup home before things got close in that fight earlier. He didn't get why the other two didn't want him to be a part of their cooking venture, not like he was upset by it. He lets out a sigh as Eggdog snuggled up to him, he smiles softly at the pup then gives him a smooch on the head “Sorry bud didn't mean to get you worried,  it’s just frustrating feeling all these emotions from the original…AH! Not because I love SMG4 or anything Eggdog. I'm not jealous that I never got to meet him.” Spade facepalms wondering what the hell was wrong with him.

He hears a ding and sees Heart walking up to him, he gently smiles and sits on the man's other side “Space for one more?” Spade rolls his eyes pouting.  With a soft giggle Heart hugs Spade making the man blush “Sorry if we made you feel like you weren't welcome, i just know how your personality is and we wanted to make sure the cafe can still run. Forgive me?” Spade sighs struggling a little in the hug “I guess, not like I was upset by it ...i have other things in my mind you idiot…” Hearing this Heart pulls away staring at the man confused “Is..there something you need to do before we fuse?” Spade blushes standing up and point at Heart, he growls showing his sharp teeth “THE FUCK NO! WHY WOULD I WANT SOMETHING LIKE HANGING OUT WITH SOME FUCKING LOSER!?” Heart sits there surprised watching the personality go into a panic. He gets up and slowly walks to Spade “You need to breathe, if all you wanted was to meet SMG4 why didn't you ask our original. Here is an idea: we still need info on the cherry power up! Given we are dating him I'm sure four would come looking for him, you're the only one that looks the closest to our original so want to play distraction?”

Spade blushes his eyes lighting up at the thought before putting his mask on “Pfft i don't care if i meet him, but if i have to play distraction then sure i will do it.” Heart smiles brightly at him “Then let’s change into pj’s and get dinner ready! Together this time!” Three walks into the cafe and blinks seeing the personalities in pj’s setting up the cafe table with dinner. Heart had a pink onesie with hearts slapped all over it, it was strange seeing the man without a hat though it was good to know that his hair was so fluffy it tempted him to give head pats. Next was Spade who was chuckling as he dropped hot sauce on Books plate when he wasn't looking, he too was in a onesie though this one had a hoodie. The spades on the onesie glowed in the darkness he hid in, guess he now knows where his love for things that glow come from. Lastly was Book whose pj’s were surprisingly normal compared to the other two showing off their symbols, honestly to Three the personality felt like he was going to star in the next christmas carol.

The group turned and waved at him “This is…odd, coming home to others and with dinner ready uh i'm not going to get sick right?” He walks to a table looking at the food. Book shakes his head as he switches plates with Spade making the man pout “Trust me we aren't the avatar.” Three nods sitting down with the personalities eating, he would stare at them giggling and chatting about their memories and how excited they are to be with Four. Spade was flustered by the talk but was ignored by Book and Heart. He felt warm seeing them so happy, he went to take a bite of his food when he noticed his hand glowing. His hands were changing to the colors of the personalities near him, he bonded with them and grew affection towards his personalities. He has accepted himself and perhaps the glow shows him the self love he has discovered, slowly he reaches and touches heart he could feel nothing but pure happiness. Heart turns and smiles at him, Three lets out a chuckle rolling his eyes “How strange that you all are me..yet knowing soon you will be back where you belong makes me feel lonely. 

They all frown looking down before Heart claps his hands “Let’s have a sleepover then before we cant be together!” with agreement they finish eating and go down the elevator. Three played random movies on the TV to watch with Spade while Book untied Hearts hair then started to comb it “So you want me to try to braid your hair?” Heart giggles crossing his legs “YEAH! That's what happens in sleep overs!” Three scoffs “We were forced into a slumber party years ago. Remember, Four had the nerve to ask if I was gay for him.” Spade laughs “Look at us now, so fucking gay for the idiot we might as well puke rainbows.” Book hums doing a side braid on Heart, Spade yawns starting to feel the fight he had earlier. Now that he was relaxed his body was shutting down needing rest, slowly he nodded off his body slumping on Three. He looks down and smiles softly at the drain personality “Hey maybe we should head to bed, Spade past out.” Heart nods as he excitedly checks out the braid “When we wake up we take our last trip together, let's get some answers shall we?” With agreement Three lifts up spade and tucks him into bed he lets out a sigh knowing when they wake they must say goodbye. 

He lays down next to Heart and Book smiling softly at them,  something in him feels different as he drifts to sleep he wonders what it is that feels different. He woke up and noticed that the room was clean. Did he dream yesterday? He wondered as he went up the elevator. There he saw Heart and Book sitting at the table while Spade glared at them, he noticed Spade was wearing his clothes “Uh why is Spade wearing my clothes?” Heart waves at him “Morning to you too! Spade is going to play distraction while we go to Mario, shall we?” the idea made him feel unsure, he stared at Spade who gave him a thumbs up. Letting out a sigh he nods he starts to walk out with the pair before pausing and turning to Spade “Don't blow up our boyfriend!” then leaves. Spade waves at them goodbye as they walk over to Mario’s place, the strange feeling Three had last night was hitting him again. He stops walking looking at his hands, seeing them glow again, this time the color belongs to Book. He jumps when the man grabs his hand “It's okay, i have accepted that today we have no choice to go. We will get our answers. I have no doubt in that, remember thinking things over isn't a bad thing.” SMG3 holds his hand, shaking slightly. Seeing this Book gives him a soft smile and pulls him into a hug. “This is heart 's fault I feel like this…I know you won't be gone since you're me but…it felt good not being alone..” 

Book chuckles “You were never alone, you just didn't want to accept change, reminds me of a certain spade heh.” Three chuckles letting Book go, his eyes go wide noticing the man was fading. Book looks down then gives Three a smile “Seems you need me more with you then out here, remember im always with you!” He reaches out to Book and attempts to grab him only for him to vanish. He falls to his knees frowning as he looks at his hand “You knew I wouldn't want to let go so you grab my hand to fuse…” Hearts eyes go dark blue as he walks up to Three “Hey silly we are here,” he offers his hand to the man. Three looks at Hearts hand feeling the pull again, he shakes his head as he gets up “Thanks but i can get up on my o-” Hearts eyes start to water “Original..no SMG3 we cant be out here anymore. If we are out of you for too long, who knows what will happen, you need us back to grow and be a better version of yourself. Heart then breaks down crying “P-please...take my hand and use your meme energy to take me back!”

“Are you serious? NO! You two were supposed to help me ask Mario about the cherry power up, why leave now of all time!” Heart wipes his tears and sniffles “You're silly, we are with you. Just because you can't see someone doesn't mean they aren't around, you should know that already!” he then sighs offering his hand again “Three please…” SMG3 looks up confused “Wait..three? What happened to original?” Hearts' eyes flicker red before going back to dark blue. “You have something now that you didn't before…take my hand and I will give you the answer.” Heart waves his hand, SMG3 looks at Mario's house then back at Heart before taking his hand. Hearts eyes glow pink “You have finally learned to love yourself, no longer are we strangers in our own body!” 

Heart waves sadly at him and he vanishes, he wipes the tears from his eyes feeling all the sadness heart was feeling “Thank you..for everything.” Slowly he approaches Mario's house and knocks. The red plumber opened the door and was surprised to see who was paying a visit “SMG3 perfect timing Mario just got more pasta!” Three rolled his eyes “I don't have time for your stupidity Mario, you and luigi eat a lot of power ups do you know any cherry ones that make clones?” Mario rubs his chin thinking, Luigi overhearing answers “Oh yeah Mario ate one before when we were chasing after Bowser! Remember bro he became a cat.” Mario snaps his fingers then frowns “Ah yes there was another Mario he was so handsome he was like a brother i never had!” hearing this Luigi frowns looking down clearly hurt. Ignoring it he pushes to his next question “Was it just a clone? It wasn't like a certain part of you or something?” Mario sniffs, wiping a single tear. “He wasn't just a clone, he was a brother.” SMG3 was about ready to strangle his avatar from the answers he was getting , though if Mario had something similar to him the world would have ended already. Disappointed Three left the bros home “Cherry power up makes clones of you, they can die without harming the users…so what the hell happen to me?” 

Spade was trying so hard not to scream as he sat beside SMG4, the man was gushing about he newest video and he was too adorable for the tsundere to handle. The way his blue eyes lit up describing how he edited a certain part, the excitement in his voice made Spade heart skip a beat. Suddenly his thoughts were broken when Four asked him a question “Hey do you have any left over coffee? I have a long night to finish this video!” Spade waved his hand happy to be taken out of his thoughts “I'm sure there is a cup in the fridge you can take that.” Four gives a shy smile as he pats Spades hand, he walks over to the fridge and sees the cup. Grabbing it he takes a tiny sip. “Huh cherry didnt know he serves this kind, warming it I'm sure it would be delicious.”  He walks up to Spade showing the cup “I got it thanks! I see you're working your way up to best boyfriend!”  Spade blushes and rolls his eyes “Shut it baka!” Four felt strange as he stared at Spade. His eyes flickered pink catching Spades attention “Hey are you-” before he could finish Four grabs Spades overall straps and pulled him in for a kiss. 

They pulled away both blushing “I…uh okay didn't know coffee got you like that Four,” SMG4 eyes go back to normal and start to panic as his face goes crimson red. Spade chuckles at the reaction forgetting his own flustered thoughts, he leans close smirking “Well then Blue thanks for the fun date, enjoy your coffee~” his flirtatious tone surprised even himself but he didnt care seeing how red his boyfriends face was made everything no matter. With a nod he stands up with coffee in hand and run out of the cafe, Spade laughs at the reaction “Haha oh fuck he is so cute!” SMG3 walks in at that moment confused as he sees a blushing Spade laughing “Melony said date went smooth, given the stupid look you have she was right?” Spade stops laughing glaring at the man “It was alright, not like i enjoyed holding his hand…hm?” Spade looks around for a moment “Where is Pinky and Dex?” SMG3 lets out an awkward smile as he waves his hand. That was enough for Spade to understand “So..this will be our last talk i see..” Three nods sitting next to Spade waiting to see what the man will tell him. 

To his surprise Spade broke down crying “Great Pinky got to me heh..fuck i cant stop thinking about yesterday with the gang we dealt with made me realize we always fought for ourself never for others..” Three nods looking out the window. He was alone for so many years he sealed his heart and became the villain the world wanted him to be, the day he learned he was a guardian he was told he had to fight to protect his avatar, to protect his world. His mind never thought on protecting others only himself, Spade sighs wiping his tear then he gives a determine look at Three “We may be evil but no one said we cant love and care for our friends, i learned that yesterday and i want to make sure you get it in your fucking head cause if i go back and your being a bitch with fighting for others im coming back out!” SMG3 rolled his eyes smacking Spades back “I got it god i don't know how anyone can stand you!” Spade wipes more tears from his eyes “Before I go…i'm sorry i got in the middle with Terrance, he never got to know how much we loved him because I was so stubborn.” Three hugs Spade then slowly took his hand and focused on the pull that took back the first two. Spade nods giving a huge smile showing all his teeth “Don't forget dumbass we have SMG4 now don't go being a bitch!” As he starts to fade more SMG3 started to feel lightheaded, the moment Spade disappeared everything went black.

Three groans waking up,this moment felt familiar except his other self wasn't around, seeing the time he knew he had to open shop finally. He goes down the elevator where his eyes notice a box hidden in his drawer, opening he chuckles seeing three pins inside with a note saying ‘we will always be with you’  he takes the pins and puts them on his overall straps before going to fix his hair. He freezes seeing his hair is more fluffy and spiked then normal, he opened his mouth to notice his teeth were sharped. Fusing with his personality that he has accepted changed his appearance, he stares at himself in shock with more questions than answers. In another location a growl came out a hooded figure as he threw everything off his desk “WE WERE SO CLOSE TO LEARNING THE POWER AND YOU ALL SCREWED UP!”  The  members looked down “SMG3 is smart, meaning his personality was just as smart and strong, but that wasn't the full effect of the potion. Whoever has it I'm sure will get someone to drink the whole thing, then the real experiment will begin!” 

SMG4 hums warming up the cup of coffee he took from his boyfriends place, he walks over to his desk and starts to edit as he chugs the drink “Man Three really should make more cherry coffee this great!” as he kept working on his project he started to feel strange. He blinks trying to shake off the strange feeling, then he gets up to splash water on his face when the room starts to shift changing colors. He falls to the floor, everything getting dark as he hears a dark chuckle before passing out. He opens his eyes, getting up slowly he hears panic typing on the keyboard “It needs to be perfect oh god if it isn't we will lose subscribers.”  he turns to the noise and freezes seeing another him in Grey. He slowly steps out of the room and dashes to the cafe, he slams the door open scaring his boyfriend. Three jumps then turned to him “The hell Blue cant you enter my cafe like…hey are you okay?” SMG4 shakes his head freaking out “I think the lack of sleep is getting to me Three…i saw another me editing my own video!” SMG3 drops the cup in his hand hearing his words and runs to the castle, he goes to Fours room and there was all the proof he needed. The grey colored SMG4 jumps up looking at him “You're not gonna leave us if this video isn't perfect right? Of course not heh…or maybe.” he started typing again leaving Three in shock, how was this happening again? 

[galescafe]

virtual physiology lecture recording / bio notes and comedy to relax

15 FEBRUARY 2024 | 54/100 DAYS OF PRODUCTIVITY

i think i am once again getting sick (yay compromised immune system), so i slept in quite a bit; got up in time to eat breakfast, get ready, and listen to the new tmagp episode before my noon class

sociology tutorial! did mini group presentations on the readings for the week, which was fine, but i do dislike forced small group work with people i don't really know

went back home for a bit after that, watched the recording of the physiology lecture i missed this morning

went to my capstone course! felt very half-asleep, which was also the vibe i was getting from everyone else in the room, but we talked about the readings and how our research is going, and i got my participation points in

went to ballet rehearsal, got some movement and some sweating in

thursdays are usually my "no work" nights when i can just relax guilt-free and not do homework for one night, which is good for my mental health; i unfortunately have entirely too much to do this weekend, so i'm half-heartedly getting some stuff while watching comedy specials online, mantra for the night is that anything that gets done tonight is more than i was expecting

friendly reminder that wearing a mask is an act of love!!

[alrightbuckaroo]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love 💞

Hi Rae! I always think "Rae of Sunshine" when I hear your name ☀️ I hope you've been doing well and taking care of yourself <3 I'm going to tag @bonheur-cafe as she was kind enough to send an ask too <3

love can pull you out of yesterday

The day TK falls through the ice is a day that Carlos doesn't want to remember, but it's one he can't forget. It's the day he's currently stuck living over and over and over again.

summer slipped us underneath her tongue

TK Strand is a freshly heartbroken art history student who's been given the opportunity of a lifetime; studying art in the heart of it all, Paris, France. However, he thinks it's a cruel taunt from the universe. He's studying what he loves so much in the city of love but is stuck thinking there's no one out there who loves him. Carlos Reyes is a career driven culinary student studying at Le Cordon Bleu. He has hard time maintaining relationships, an even harder time of detaching himself from his work and and has an awful habit of doubting everything about himself. After a night out that they end up sharing with each other; they agree to keep any and all things casual. Well, like most things, that's easier said than done.

tender eyes that shine

“No llores, nieto,” Carlos’ abuelo tells him during the wake of his abuela's funeral. His abuelo crouches down, his joints cracking and popping as he stoops to Carlos’ eye level. He raises a calloused thumb and wipes away the tears that are still falling from Carlos’ wide brown eyes. “Men like us,” His abuelo continues, his words casting a wide net. “We don’t let the world pity us, we can’t let them see us as soft.” Carlos nods, wiping away any new tears that are starting to fall. The right sleeve of his charcoal gray suit now comes away colored a staunch black where Carlos’ tears have dampened it. For some reason, the way his abuelo says ‘soft’ ricochets off of Carlos, as if it were stone and Carlos is a thin sheet of glass nestled into a window pane. It’s left a dent, an imprint, an impression, but hasn’t done enough damage to cause a crack. Carlos’ bloodshot eyes shine with hesitation as he asks, voice small and insecure, “Reyes men don’t cry? “Reyes men don’t cry,” His abuelo confirms.

29 Going on 30

During a trip to New York City to celebrate TK turning 30, TK and Carlos stumble upon a list of things TK always wanted to do before he turned 30, all of them being references to romantic comedies he loved so much growing up. While TK is fine with leaving the past in the past, Carlos thinks there's no better time than the present. He thinks that TK deserves to feel the same type of love he loved watching on the silver screen, so he devotes the rest of their trip to just that. Told through a tale filled with everlasting love, a never-ending trek across New York City and the occasional painful reminder of the past, Carlos learns a little more about the city TK once called home and TK learns a little more about himself.

a little taste of love

TK Strand, a florist working for the renowned flower shop, Bloom With a View, can't take his eyes off of Carlos Reyes, a baker working at Cake My Day, the bakery across the street.

I say it all the time now, but if I were to ever just randomly stop writing one day and never published anything again, I'm glad I got the Time Loop AU up. Definitely a new personal favorite (summer slipped us, you still have a special place in my heart) <3

[covid-safer-hotties]

When Comedy Speaks Truth About Covid - Published Sept 4, 2024

As a comedian, it’s been fascinating for me to observe how other comics have incorporated the topic of Covid into their material. Early in the pandemic, there were tons of jokes about our shared experiences with masking, working from home, getting vaccinated – the stuff most everyone could relate to. The punchlines revolved around putting it all behind us and getting back to normal. That's what we all were expecting to happen.

It's what we were promised.

But with the unexpected directions this pandemic has taken, so have the Covid jokes.

Standup comedy is a conversation between the performer and the audience. The comic tells a joke, often discussing a mundane subject, but employing a comedic device like exaggeration, puns, hypberbole, or taboo to make it funny.

The audience responds one of four ways.

Sometimes there is no reaction. It happens whenever a joke isn’t easily understood, isn’t relatable, or simply isn’t funny.

Sometimes there’s a pushback reaction, like groaning, booing, or walking out. It happens when the comedian crosses a line and offends members of the audience.

The most common reaction is a chuckle. A reactionary laugh that follows a joke because it was funny, it made sense, and it resonated with the audience. It’s an affirmation to the comedian, as if to say, “yeah, you got that right. Now tell me more!” Once the chuckle is done, the audience is engaged, attentive, and ready for the next joke. The comedian’s job is to keep the conversation going.

The holy grail of reactions is a belly laugh. Uncontrollable, prolonged, euphoric laughter that you don’t quickly recover from. It’s usually accompanied by applause and some enthusiastic WOOOHOOOOOs from the audience. Belly laugh jokes are usually interspersed throughout a comedian’s set, with the best saved for last.

Using taboo as a comedic device is often one of the best ways to elicit belly laughs. When a comedian says something out loud that audience members have thought about, felt, or experienced – but can’t say out loud because it would be socially unacceptable – uproarious laughter is the reward. It’s an affirmation that “yeah, you REALLY got that right.”

I recently watched the ‘Live from the Mother Ship’ special on Netflix, featuring the talented, hilarious comedian Brian Simpson. Around the 25-minute mark, he begins talking about Covid. I was pleasantly surprised by the direction he took.

“We didn’t cure Covid… we just stopped caring,” is his first Covid joke. It’s met with a chuckle from the audience– and one endorsement of “Yeah!” from a guy in the audience. He talks about how conservatives and liberals both stopped caring about Covid, just on different timelines. The only difference, he points out, “is how long you gave a fuck.” The audience laughs and applauds.

“We all arrived at the same conclusion – grandma needs to stay in the fucking house, so we can go outside.” He acknowledges the return to normal without us having contained Covid means that vulnerable people were left behind. The audience belly laughs and applauds again.

“You’re sitting here, not caring about something we were so serious about… losing friends, you stopped talking to family…” He encourages the audience to not let politicians rile them into hating their neighbors, seeing how we ultimately ended up in the same place. And he’s subtly calling out the absurdity of how we so casually live with a deadly and disabling pathogen that disrupted the entire world in 2020 and still remains a threat, in spite of our collective complacency toward it.

Next, he says the only place where it still feels like we’re in a pandemic is in an Uber. “There’s small part of Americans that didn’t get the memo… like it’s still 2020… masked up, gloved up… and sometimes they’re your Uber driver.” A chuckle follows from the audience.

“They’re not wrong,” Simpson continues, recognizing that those who mask have a valid reason for doing so. Then under his breath adds, “but it’s like… stop that shit… you’re making me feel stupid.” He acknowledges the social discomfort of being unmasked around people who are masking. The audience belly laughs and applauds.

“But if you’re in somebody’s car, you’ve got to be on what they’re on,” he continues. “So I’ve got to keep a mask on me when I go to certain places.” He then mimics the conversation he has with an Uber driver when getting in for a ride, comparing masks to condoms while waving his hand up and down over his nose and mouth. “So… are we…? We can use them if you really want to use them…” His joke acknowledges he’s willing to mask if others around him are masked – even if he doesn’t think it’s helpful or necessary. He’ll do it to avoid social discomfort.

More laughter and applause follow.

There are no awkward silences. There is no booing or heckling or walking out.

Only laughter and clapping. Even a few belly laughs.

And Netflix did not cut those jokes out of the special.

I applaud Simpson for speaking hard truths out loud about Covid and how we’re dealing with it (or not dealing with it) as a society. He’s acknowledging our collective cognitive dissonance. He’s shedding light on how our needs for comfort and conformity in social settings have superseded logical thinking, rational behavior, and concern for others. He’s calling out politicians for dividing us, and ultimately, failing us by forcing us to choose between social safety and physical safety.

And the audience backs him up on every single point he makes.

I find this hopeful and encouraging. It tells me people are aware that Covid remains a threat, our vulnerable loved ones have been left behind, and our country’s response has been a shitshow of epic proportions. It tells me their aversion to standing out in a crowd is more powerful than their aversion to masking. It tells me that people aren’t as deeply entrenched in denial as I previously thought. Their knowledge obviously doesn’t translate to behavior, but it’s a start. It gives me hope there's enough common ground in our beliefs about Covid that there are opportunities for change.

We won't change anything by being silent. We have to keep talking about Covid and the harm it causes so others will feel safe to join in the conversation. I encourage you to watch ‘Live from the Mother Ship' on Netflix starting at the 25-minute mark. The 3 minutes of Covid jokes which follow, and the audience’s reaction to each, speak volumes about what’s really going on inside people’s heads these days. If a comedian like Simpson - whose livelihood hinges on everything being back to normal - has the integrity to speak up and say such uncomfortable shit out loud in a Netflix special, the rest of us can keep speaking up too, anywhere and everywhere we have a voice.

“…Even more than penetrating to a seed of truth, good satire is able to penetrate to an issue’s heart. To its moral core. Through their perfect pitch for irony and their flawless bullshit detectors, comedians confront us not only with lies and hypocrisy, but also with what it means to be human.” – Rob Wijnberg

In good humor and solidarity,

Guiness Pig

[scotianostra]

One of Scotland's' most iconic films, Local Hero was released on February 18th 1983.

In the days before mobile phones we used to use things called phone boxes when we were not at home, and the phone box in Local Hero has become as iconic as the film itself.

There aren’t many films that have a 100% Tomatometer , on the movie website Rotten Tomatoes, backed up by an impressive 87% audience score, it should be all you need to know when choosing a movie to watch, expecially if you haven’t seen it before. IMDb also rate it highly with 7.4 out of 10.

Bill Forsyth’s oil-refinery comedy isn’t billed as a weepy. It is, however, a love poem to Scotland, and that’s what brings the lump to my throat.

Quirky, wry, gentle are words most often used for this comedy on the movie database site, IMDb, the starting point for many of my posts about those Scots in the acting profession in my posts. They brief story line on the site does not hint at the emotional turbulence you might soon be experiencing. So maybe it’s just me being a big sissy. Wouldn’t be the first time I lost the plot. All it says is "An American oil company sends a man to Scotland to buy up an entire village where they want to build a refinery. But things don't go as expected." The film is so much more than this and it stands the test of time much better than other Forsyth films like Comfort & Joy and Gregory's Girl, well in my opinion anyway!

Crackpot Texan oil magnate Felix Happer (Burt Lancaster) gets the idea that a small Scottish fishing village would be a marvellous acquisition for his so-rich-it-makes-you-sick company, Knox Oil and Gas, so he sends an executive gopher named MacIntyre (because that sounds Scottish, yeah – played by Peter Riegert) to close the deal and get the pipeline pencilled in.

“Mac” is met by some local “dork” called Oldsen (a young Peter Capaldi), who attempts to steer him through a tartan microculture that includes a lawyer-cum-publican/hotelier (Denis Lawson) who tapdances while standing on a chair shouting “Stella” – the name of his ever-randy wife; there is a super-hard marine biologist played by Jenny Seagrove who, after delivering a short lecture on the North Atlantic drift, ends up helping Oldsen to find that pistol in his pocket; and then there is a scene in which a very whisky-sodden Mac calls Texas from a red phone box on the harbourside, a phone box that has featured in so many peoples snaps when visiting Pennan in Banffshire.

Other bits of business in the film involve a salty Russian seafarer and overflying warplanes. You can see how it got the comedy tag, and I haven’t even mentioned the thing with the rabbit. And you can see how Mac ends up smitten.

This is all top material from a very talented writer/director, with photography and music from Glasgow born Mark Knopfler matches the acting and direction perfectly. But on first viewing I found myself asking halfway through, “What is this film actually about?” After not very much thought, I came to the conclusion that it was not a How Things Never Go According to Plan story, but a love poem to Scotland and the Scots. A bit slushy, but never mind. It’s only a film.

The scene when Mac phones to describe the Northern Lights, to me is very special, but the scene that prompted the lump in my throat at the end of the movie is when, having failed in his mission to secure the Knox refinery deal and mutilate one of Planet Earth’s most beautiful locations, Mac returns to his frigid steel-and-glass Houston apartment. He stands at his kitchen counter wondering what to do next, the hushed march of oil capitalism buzzing gently outside. He pulls from his coat pocket a handful of pebbles and shells, smelling one of them poignantly remembering as he spreads them on the work surface.

As Knopflers music gently plays he goes to his balcony and looks out to the city......the scene fades to black, then reopens 4,500 miles away, where, on the harbour side of a small Scottish fishing village, we see the phone box, perhaps ringing and the credits begin as the horns of Going Home blast out.

Others in the film include Rikki Fulton, Alex Norton, Kenny Ireland, John Gordon Sinclair and of course Burt Lancaster.

[rhysdarbinizedarby]

Road Trip with Rhys and Finn Darby

At 49, New Zealand comedian Rhys Darby says he's finally found the confidence to be a leading man.

He joins Summer Times for a road trip with his son Finn.

The Route? Auckland to Nelson. The passengers? Marcel Marceau and Marcel Duchamp. The vehicle? A 1984 Land Rover.

Music comes courtesy of Finn’s indie-folk-rock band Great Big Cow.

Rhys Darby filming the TV show Our Flag Means Death at Bethells Beach (Te Henga) Photo: Samba Schutte

(click below to listen the audio)

Now based in Los Angeles, Rhys has fond memories of childhood roadies with his mum.

“We went from Pakuranga to Orewa which was lovely. We stayed in a camping ground, and I fondly remember that one because I saw a ghost and saw some big footprints on the beach.

“Bigfoot…turns out was just a big man's foot I think, but you know, when you're young.”

Last year, Darby returned home to Aotearoa to film the second season of the HBO Max series Our Flag Means Death*.

“We were in New Zealand during the rainy season, which could be any time really, last year making that.

“And it was really special because we got to be home. The first year, the first season, we were here in Los Angeles. I was 15 minutes from my house. And that was cool and then the whole show got moved to New Zealand, which was … it's a plus and minus on my account because obviously, I'll leave these guys, but I get to go to the old home.

“And it was really fantastic. Working with the New Zealand crew and just having more New Zealanders in the cast, as well. It's very Aotearoa-heavy season two. So yeah, I'm really proud of it.”

New Zealand comedian Rhys Darby hosting the 2023 International Emmy Awards Photo: chaoticmulaney

In something of a career pivot, Darby also hosted the International Emmy Awards last November.

“It was amazing because I thought 'It's not my bag. I'm not a host, I'm not a jokes guy. And I also don't kind of like rib people, my humour is very optimistic and fun. It's not like the kind of thing Ricky Gervais does where you bring people down to make light of things.

“So when they asked me I was like 'I don't know, what I'm gonna do?' I was picked because it's international and because I can do physical comedy as well. So, I wrote this monologue and also involved a lot of funny walks and some physical stuff. They worked out really well and I had so much praise from the audience and from the producers saying that was one of the best hosts have ever had.

“Because with a strict English-speaking person who's just doing quick gags, half the audience, it just goes over the head. So, what I offered was something that I guess they had more universal appeal.”

Darby currently has a number of films in the pipeline in which he takes a leading role.

“Thanks to Our Flag Means Death I've kind of proven to myself, and hopefully the world, that I can front something.

“So I want to do more like that. I want to do movies, I want to star in a film. I'm writing a screenplay this year. And I'm also involved in about three movie projects that are likely to come together this year, and which have me leading them.

“I've been a character actor for so long, and I've popped up in many, many things in small parts here and there, where I've made everyone laugh, and then I run away.

“But it's taking that next step of going, OK, imagine watching me for an hour and a half, letting me lead you down this track and have the confidence that now finally, at the ripe old age of 49, I think I can do that.”

*Max has announced that it will not be making a third season of Our Flag Means Death

Songs played:

'Iguana Love' by Great Big Cow

'Captain Boyfriend' by Great Big Cow

'The Last Song' by Great Big Cow

Source: RNZ

[mephistopheleswasrobbed]

My two cents on the Ossan's Love Thailand pilot trailer

Disclaimer: 1) I have watched the original Ossan's Love (S1, LoD, Returns; AU Season and specials are on my list) and liked it a lot. 2) I am an EarthMix fan so I might be slightly biased.

Overall my reaction to the pilot trailer was one of relief. While I definitely noticed some areas for improvement, all in all I am now more hopeful than ever that GMMTV will do this justice.

What I really liked: - Krit Shahkrit seems like a very solid choice for the Boss. I have not previously seen him in anything but what we saw of him in the trailer has me sold. He is younger than he could have been, they are playing it a little safe here possibly, but the age difference is still big/noticable enough that I don't mind at all. - The choice to make Mo a long-time friend of Heng instead of a recent new colleague feels appropriate. Mo moving in with Heng after barely knowing each other might have not worked in a Thai context. (Also EM chemistry is too strong to sell them previously not knowing each other without the excuse of love at first sight they had in ATOTS and MLC) - They actually let Earth be funny in a BL! - On a more serious note, most of the comedic moments landed right on point for me. (The scene where Heng tries to hold Mo back by his collar as he runs away is what fully cemented it for me that this will work) Earth is a great (but severely underutilised) comedic actor and Earth and Mix as a duo have great comedic chemistry. - Earth being the younger one in a potential romantic relationship is a breath of fresh air. He's got good chemistry with P'Krit. I don't think this will actually happen (GMMTV will prob play it safe) but I could see them going for more of an actual conflict in regards to whom Heng will fall for unlike the original where it was pretty clear from the beginning that Haruta had only platonic feelings for Kurosawa. - Earth is doing great with the awkward moments. He is clearly not an actor who is afraid of being the idiot and that's very important for this character.

What I think needs to be imroved: - They need to decide how much they want Earth to imitate Tanaka Kei's style of physical comedy and then stick with it throughout. This felt a little inconsistent to me in the pilot trailer. - Mix needs to get a little more confident when facing off agains P'Krit. His performance felt the weakest in these scenes and I'm pretty sure that's because he wasn't yet completely comfortable getting in this veteran actor's face. I have no doubts that this will get better if Mix gets the chance to practice a little more with P'Krit. (I'm assuming there was not much prep work done before filming the pilot trailer because Mix was quite busy finishing his degree in recent months) Leave the respect for your elders at home, Mix!

Other thoughts: - I hope they move Mo's initial confession back into the shower. Haruta's nakedness really added to the scene in the original and Earth is no stranger to taking his shirt off for the camera so I don't see why they would have to change this. (My hope is that they changed it for the pilot trailer because they didn't want to waste time covering up Earth's tattoo(s), they could potentially seem out of character for Heng) - It seems Choko got replaced with a daughter. That's a shame. I liked her a lot in the original and I felt that she and her relationship with Maro were an important part of the story, especially on the thematic side. I'm willing to see where they go with this, though. - Thor as Ten who I'm assuming is the thai Takegawa is also a bit younger than the original, we didn't see much of him in the pilot trailer so I'm reserving judgement on this decision. - Kapook who, I'm assuming is taking the role of Chizu (though it seems that some of her advisory function might move over to Mo on account of him also being Heng's long-time friend) felt like a perfect fit - Champ has at this point become an EarthMix staple. MLC being the only of their shows he wasn't in. I'm here for it. We haven't seen much of him but I'm sure he can do Teppei justice. - The accidental hand touch while hanging up posters was not convincing. I'm reminded of the slightly awkward hand-interlocking as Jim and Wen stood in front of the soon to close diner. (Am I the only one who notices that every time I see that scene?) - I wonder if they will actually change the wedding scene to have Mo interrupt or if this was done to make the pilot trailer more concise. It would be a shame to loose this classic example of a JBL run. (They did the run in CMT, they should do it in OL!) - If I remember correctly the forhead kiss was in the original as well, but it also works as a cute call back to the atots airport scene.

TL;DR: Earth can do comedy, I'm glad he gets to finally show this in a BL. EM chemistry is chemistrying as usual, this time with more crack energy. Issues I had were probably mostly caused by limited prep time and limited shooting time for the pilot trailer. I think it's gonna be good and that makes me happy.

[kitkatopinions]

It's the last day of Nitpick November and I wanna talk about the 'canon compliant' additional content for RWBY.

First of all, it's incredibly annoying to hear that it's 'canon compliant' that Team RWBY worked with fucking Batman in another dimension and that's never once come up somehow in the main series, and it's impossible to hear 'Amity Arena is a game that exists in Remnant-' Like WHAT?!

But on top of that, I think media in general but RWBY especially would benefit from non-canon alternate universe content that experiments with fun concepts without having to worry about canon.

"This series of short animated episodes focuses on every day events and conflicts in a world where the war never happens." That would be great.

"In this manga, we see what would happen if the teams we all know and love never got together. Yang is partnered with Pyrrha, Ruby got saddled with Cardin, Jaune is partners with Blake, Nora is partners with Weiss, Ren is partners with a new character introduced for it that seemingly existed in the backgrounds as one of the shadow people." Awesome, sign me up.

"This special released web cartoon is a coffee shop AU where Ruby and Yang are both working at Ozpin's Coffeehouse in Vale and they keep meeting people from the show and it's all comedy driven and fun and cute and quirky." Sounds like a dream.

"Roleswap AU where the main hero characters are Emerald and Mercury and Ruby and her team are evil followers of Salem who need to get redeemed." YES PLEASE.

"Comic where Team RWBY actually suggested the 'use the staff to create bridges to get to Vacuo' plan when they first realized Salem was on her way, but because Cinder still showed up to try to wreck everything, tons more people fell into the Ever After and now we're going to follow the wacky shenanigans of Ruby attempting to get together all the Atlas people including still good!Ironwood, Whitley, the Happy Huntresses, the Ace Ops, Team FNKI, etcetera and get them all back home." I would definitely read that.

Instead they're like "Do you want to see Team RWBY go on some missions in Atlas set during a montage in season seven while they fight a union leader?" "How would you feel about watching VTuber RWBY talk about making microaggressions against Velvet?" "This arc set in-between V1 and V2 is about Weiss being anti-faunus in a dream where she has to be rescued and it will never come up in the main show.'

Talk about missed opportunities. I may not like additional fan content very much, but I'd like it a whole lot better if it was experimental fun concepts and less 'no see, this actually could've happened off screen.' Enough of Ruby already happened off screen, I don't need to add Batman into that list, thank you.

[webfics]

There for you

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: None

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: Reader comforts Spencer after a tough case

~

Spencer Reid had just returned home from a grueling case in Arizona. The case had taken a toll on him both mentally and physically, leaving him drained and exhausted. He walked into the apartment he shared with his girlfriend, Y/N, and collapsed onto the couch, letting out a deep sigh.

Y/N, a successful lawyer, could sense that something was off as soon as Spencer walked in the door. She knew that he had been struggling with the case and was likely in need of some comfort. She walked over to the couch and sat down next to him, placing a hand on his back.

"Hey," she said softly. "How was the case?"

Spencer didn't answer immediately. He just closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. After a few moments, he opened his eyes and looked over at Y/N.

"It was tough," he said quietly. "We were dealing with a serial killer who was targeting young women. We finally caught him, but it took a lot out of me."

Y/N nodded, understanding the toll that a difficult case could take on a person. She didn't want to push him to talk about it if he didn't feel like it, so she just wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer, resting her head on his shoulder.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," she said. "I'm just here for you."

Spencer leaned into her embrace, grateful for her understanding. They sat in silence for a while, just enjoying each other's company. Y/N ran her fingers through his hair, soothing him with her touch.

Eventually, Spencer began to relax. He turned his head and pressed a gentle kiss to Y/N's forehead, then snuggled closer to her. They sat like that for a while, content in their shared silence.

After a while, Y/N spoke up again. "Do you want to watch a movie or something?" she asked.

Spencer nodded, grateful for the distraction. Y/N got up and went to the DVD collection, picking out one of their favorite comedies. She popped it in the player and settled back onto the couch next to Spencer.

They spent the next hour or so laughing at the movie, forgetting about the case and the stress that had come with it. It was a welcome relief for both of them, a chance to just relax and be together.

As the movie ended, Y/N got up to make some popcorn. Spencer watched her move around the kitchen, admiring the way she moved with such grace and confidence. He felt lucky to have her in his life, to have someone who understood him and supported him no matter what.

Y/N returned to the couch with the popcorn, and they snuggled up together again, enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other's company. They didn't need to say anything, didn't need to do anything. They were just happy to be together.

Eventually, they drifted off to sleep, still entwined on the couch. Spencer dreamed of a life filled with happiness and love, a life with Y/N by his side.

The next morning, they woke up tangled in each other's arms, feeling refreshed and renewed. They made breakfast together and talked about their plans for the day, but the memory of the night before lingered in their minds.

Spencer knew that he could always count on Y/N to be there for him, to comfort him when he needed it most. And Y/N knew that she had found someone special in Spencer, someone who was kind and compassionate and intelligent, someone who understood her in a way that no one else could.

[marymary-diva17]

Hi, i have a request and since October is coming. Can you do a Halloween event where anakin and Ashoka Padawan having a Halloween party.

anakin x reader x ashoka + 501st

Ashoka and anakin did this annual halloween party since the time when they were both young. As they become older they soon kept this tradition going on with their friends who had become like family to them, once she had joined their family they started inviting you to join them as well. These parties made you happy as you felt close to everyone and you love spending the holidays with family and friends.

y/n " anakin and ahsoka I got the food you asked me to get from the store" you had arrived to the home where you are staying with anakin and Ashoka.

ashoka " sweet did you get everything"

y/n " well mostly everything some of te cookies that you asked for were not there, so I went with the other brand of cookies that they had"

ashoka " amazing"

y/n " thank you where is anakin"

ashoka " setting up the living room for the movies tonight"

y/n " cool" you had placed the shopping bag filled with groceries and drinks down on the table, that was now cover with halloween themed table cloth.

ashoka " place the drinks in the cooler so we can keep them cold"

y/n " sure" you had nodded your head and soon placed all the loads and waters into the cooler that was filled with ice, soon anakin came over to you two.

anakin " wow it seems like you got a good haul here y/n"

y/n " thank you even due I couldn't get everything I still managed to get all the good snacks that everyone will love"

anakin " that my girl"

y/n " so what type of movie will be watching tonight"

anakin " well we have some comedy, mixed with mystery and maybe some horror as well it will be up for a vote"

ashoka " umm that will be fun to see what movie will win the vote"

anakin " the boys will be here later on so we still have enough time to get this place ready for the movie night and party"

ashoka " yeah it will be good to have everyone here for the party"

anakin " we have been doing this for years ashoka you think, this is your first time doing this whole party situation"

ashoka " oh shush sky guy I'm just saying it always amazing and special when we do these events, and I love doing them with you all"

y/n " aww that sweet"

anakin " nice speech snips" you laugh at anakin and ashoka small fight they are doing as you started setting up the table with everything.

y/n " if you two not mind fighting right now like sibling do you care of helping me set everything up and make sure the order for the pizza, later tonight is correct"

anakin " oh yes kid sorry"

ashoka " yeah sorry"

y/n " it okay now come on lets get this place ready for a party and movie night" anakin and ashoka smiled towards you and soon started helping you get the house ready for the party. Soon night time had fallen and the house was ready for the party.

y/n " wow we need a great job didn't we"

anakin " yes we did and it all because you got us back in track kid"

ashoka " rex and the boys will be bring the pizza and appetizers over"

y/n " yes" soon the doorbell rang and you with ashoka had went to answer the door, to see rex and the boys standing there with pizza and appetizers.

echo " happy Halloween we are here for the party and movie"

y/n " cool come inside" the group soon walked into the house they are happy to be here today.

fives " don't worry obi wan and cody will be here with the other boys as well"

ashoka " sweet it still can't believe cody and obi wan have been dating for this long"

y/n " they make a perfect couple"

kix " nice decorations"

anakin " you should give that thanks to y/n here she the one who brought them and set them up"

heavy " oh did you kid"

y/n " yes I went to the store with a friend and we had stopped by the party supply store, and we got these stuff as well"

ashoka " she talking about her friend Ezra"

rex " oh when are we going to meet this boy named ezra"

y/n " soon he might come over but he also have a celebration with his family as well"

tup " here I thought we will meet this boy we have been told so much about"

y/n " you all will meet him soon when the time right"

echo " how is anakin deal with this whole situation of you have a friend that a boy"

anakin " I'm fine with it I haven't meet the boy yet but I wish to see him"

Ashoka " I meet them one day when I was out I saw them leaving the library together he a nice and funny boy prefect for our dear y/n"

rex " oh" soon the doorbell had rang again meaning that everyone else had finally shown up for the party.

anakin " finally everyone else is here we can talk more about this erza boy later" anakin soon walked away to answer the door allowing everyone to have a good laugh about what had happened.

cody " hey everyone"

everyone " hey"

cody " so what is this we hear about y/n have a boyfriend name Ezra"

y/n " we are friends that all we are not even dating"

anakin " yet"

waxier " I think it cool that kid has friends around her age"

boil " yeah it good for her and that boy can't be that bad"

anakin " yeah whatever enough talking about y/n and Ezra, lets get this party started we are supposed to have fun tonight" everyone soon smiled getting their food and drinks, while the movie voting had taken place.

y/n " this is a fun party"

ashoka " it all because you helped us make it so fun you did a good job"

y/n " thanks you Ashoka"

anakin " now you are official one of us not matter what anyone says" you smile towards anakin words, these words made you so happy as you felt like you did a good job tonight. The party was very wonderful and fun even getting to seeing to movies that night, everyone was having a fun time the night.