his goofy self

defendkimseokjin  asked:

oh my gosh....i'm gonna tell you abt why i stan the love of my life, kim seokjin! okay, so first and foremost jin inspires me so much. like ?? boy got his degree and enrolled in grad school?? if that isn't motivation for my own degree then idk what is!! also, i love how his growth is so visible within the group, both personality and talent wise. he used to be so timid and unsure, and pretty quiet. now he's just his big goofy self 24/7, loud, dorky, and unapologetic abt it and i'm so happy he

can be comfortable enough with himself to just be him, you know? also THE BIGGEST HEART!! the countless kisses, thanks, and heart projects at every concert…wiping hobi’s tears away, making sure the members are always fed and okay. i still think abt how he was the only one to ask that girl if she was okay during the elevator prank!! seriously, his heart is so so warm!! 💖💕💓💗 his perseverance is also inspiring, like not giving up on his solo song awake after getting denied multiple times, not letting hate get him down, and just being a trooper through all hardships he’s had to face. also ppl talk abt how jk is good at everything but so is jin! boy can surf, snowboard, sandboard, and water ski! he can sing (the sweetest voice 🍬), dance, act, and cook!! he is so multi-talented and i love him for it 😍😍😍 and some additional stuff i love abt him: his laugh that makes me smile no matter what, his jokes n willingness to do anything to make others laugh, his cheeks, his crooked fingers, his handsome self of course, how he always tells us to take care of ourselves and treat ourselves with kindness and love, and really just his selfless nature and charisma. he makes me wanna be a better person 💖💓💕💓💕💓💖💓💕💓 ahh sorry i wrote so much, i just really love him!!

OMG brittainie please dont be sorry at all reading all of this is so heartwarming and incredibly beautiful and sweet and im SO happy that u sent me such a lovely response <3 and YES!!! seokjin really is such a kind, inspirational prince…. hes pretty much the perfect package 

please tell me (anon or not) why you stan your bias and what you love about them/ur favorite feature or trait of theirs/what they do that makes you absolutely weak/anything at all/etc! :]

Honestly though it’s a little amazing how open Taako is with Kravitz? Like, he’s still definitely his same goofy self, but he’s honest in ways that I don’t think he is with anyone else.

There’s some people who he isn’t honest with on that level because he doesn’t need to be; he very rarely needs to lay anything out for Lup because she already gets him on a level where his goofing isn’t actually… obfuscating much from her, and to a lesser extent that’s true of the rest of the IPRE crew as well. But most of the time, he doesn’t seem to… intentionally build trust. He just kind of exists in proximity to a person until there’s a Taako-shaped space in their life and they either hate his guts or they love him. Even with people he likes and respects - he might be less openly abrasive toward them, but he still expects them to meet him more than halfway.

And he very much does not do that with Kravitz. With Kravitz, his approach is much more “I want the Taako-spaced shape in your life to be a positive one, so this is what you need to know about me, and what I’m trying to do, and what I’m not trying to do.”


Originally posted by king-beluga

Pairing : Taehyung x Reader
Genre : Fluff, smut, Hybrid!au
Word count : 3428
Warning : smut, demeaning names

“Yeah, that one is famous. Have fun with it.“

Taehyung seemed distracted with some coloring book you brought for him as he halfway nodded without a look at your direction. Lazily lying down on his side, the rug of the living room under him. His palm holding his head as one hand was mindfully coloring the drawing. His features were adorning a bored expression but you still assumed he was focused on what he was doing. The soft dim light of the lamp was bathing his face in an ethereal golden glow. With a smirk, you could not help but state, humming a little behind the counter.

“It seems you love that one.”

A teasing smile made its way to your lips as you took a deep breath, your hands busy with putting away the cutlery from the dishwasher. It was a nice cozy and quiet Friday evening among others. Your heart warmed up by the sole fact your dog hybrid ate all the food you prepared for him as your warm glance laid upon him. He was peering into your eyes from behind his long enthralling lashes, deep voice echoing around the living room.

“Yeah, I think these coloring books are fun. Truly, they are work of art, in a way.”

You cocked one brow at him as you put one clean plate on the counter, making your way to your dog busy with the coloring book you bought from the store on your way home the day before. A frown made its way to the silver-haired hybrid’s tan face as his contemplative eyes crossed yours.

“I guess that…”

The hybrid ended up his sentence in a whisper, his eyes flickering back to the page he was before busy coloring. He seemed absorbed by the coloring book as his hand roamed over the many color pencils. After all, you were best to know art bathed in his precise and creative being.


“Well, what do you mean by “famous?” These are strange looking characters. I mean…You don’t see people dressed like this everyday. Are they from the TV shows you talk about so much? Because if yes, I really wanna check that show. Their world must be truly interesting.”

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“Titus likes you...too much” - Older!Damian Wayne x Reader

I know I said I wouldn’t write anything until Friday or Saturday, but I just realized this story was done and for some reason I didn’t post it so why not post it now right ? So here we go. Specially written for @loverandomness2. Some fluffy love for the youngest Wayne boy. I’m sorry if you didn’t want an older!Damian and if that’s not what you wanted at all but…yeah, hope you’ll like it

PS : there’s a little surprise for @epickimmie somewhere in this fic. Hope it is ok that I did this.
PPS : Also, this story kinda became some sort of sequel to another story I wrote with Damian, which is here : The First time is serious business

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com


It was early in the morning when Damian finally came home. Came back to you. 

It had been a few years since his father retired and Damian inherited the Batman’s cowl. Most nights, he was out fighting crimes in Gotham, though, since his dad’s younger years, G-city was way safer, and it often happened that Damian came home early, or sometimes, didn’t go out at all (besides, he still had the help of his brothers, and they took turn to watch over the city…so really, you often had times with him, even if he was also quite busy during the day, as he became Wayne Inc’s CEO as well). It didn’t mean that there wasn’t any work ever though, like tonight, a new guy who called himself the “Joker’s son” was menacing the streets, and Damian was exhausted as he finally came home…But really, more often than not, the city was now calm. 

Bruce was beyond happy about that, as he sacrificed his own life so others wouldn’t have to. Sometimes, when you went over to Wayne’s Manor (you and Damian moved in a penthouse in the heart of Gotham quite a while ago), you felt a bit sad for your father-in-law…But nowadays, seeing his sons happy sufficed to make him happier than ever since his parents’ death. 

None of his children still lived in the Manor, but, now that they were all grown up and understood some of the difficult choices he had to take (it took Jason a little more than his brothers to get it), they all “forgave” him for any mistakes he might have done while trying the best he could to raise them, and often visited him and Alfred. 

Besides, since a little while, a certain Selina Kyle finally decided to move in with him so, Damian’s father wasn’t lonely, and that was great. He could finally live his life, after all those years, after sacrificing his youth and health…Finally, he was at peace (or almost, as sometimes, he couldn’t stay away from the bat-computer and such).  

As Damian came in your bedroom, shoulders hunched with fatigue, rubbing his face softly, you couldn’t help but be happy at the mere sight of him. You guys all came such a long way since you first met him…You were barely ten years old when you first encountered the youngest boy in the Wayne family, and so much had changed since those times. 

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Issues & Tissues : PART 1 ( Tom Holland x reader)

(Zendaya x  Tom Holland x reader x Cole sprouse )

SUMMARY : You have the biggest crush on your co-star Tom Holland. Although there has always been rumours of him and your other co-star Zendaya dating, you’ve always ignored it. You liked him a little too much to just let go.Too much to even notice another co-star, Cole, looking at you the same way you look at Tom. But what’ll be the outcome of your immense likeness for Tom? Will it be worth it? Or will you be left heartbroken when the fan theories of him and Zendaya prove to be true?

A/N: I’m sorry it took me so long to post! Hopefully, you’ll like this one :) Love you guys x

Since the day he first called you ‘darling’ to the day he shared his cup of tea with you, you were absolutely smitten. You were very much aware of the fact that he simply called literally everyone by that word and he liked sharing tea because he’s a kind man BUT you couldn’t help it, I mean, c’mon look at him! With his messy brown hair and his cheeky smile.. oh that handsome smile. One thing was clear- you were smitten. This quackson guy got the best of you this time.

The fact that you got to work with Tom every single day for 4 months didn’t help your case much either- everyday you found yourself falling more in love with him and his little ways. The other actors on set were Zendaya and Cole Sprouse. Yeah, that’s right- Tom’s ideal match Zendaya. They got along really well, their chemistry was inevitable, no wonder fangirls and the press shipped them so much. You would ship them too, had you not been so hopelessly in love with Tom. Seeing him and Zendaya do scenes together or even interact ! made you sore. Maybe they did like each other but eh, it’s easier to come in set, make-believing they don’t. It has almost been 3 months since you first met and I have to say, you did a pretty good job in hiding your hots for Tom. Nobody knew about it. Well, nobody except your best friend on set- Cole. Cole caught you way before you even admitted to your ownself that you were falling for Tom. You hate how easily Cole reads you. Best friends’ intuition, I guess.

Anyway, you and Tom got along pretty well too. He was always his goofy self, cracking stupid jokes every opportunity he got, doing 100 things at the same time but nonetheless, making sure everybody was having a good time. Work didn’t feel like work when you were with him. He would always give you the warmest hug- and to everyone as well. 

He made horrible attempts to break you out of your shy shell and in doing so, you found yourself falling for him. You don’t know when you started getting butterflies for this young South-west London lad. You found yourself searching for silly excuses to go see him or give him his tea. You would usually end up chatting with him about the silliest things on the red sofa which was placed in the middle of the set for..you were not sure why it was kept there but it had been there since the first day. It became your spot. You and Tom’s, to be precise. You would hangout there almost every 5:30pm because you and his free-time coincided at this hour only. Days when you didn’t have a single scene with him were the ones you dreaded the most. However, you always got to catch him on the red sofa over your mutual love for tea at 5:30pm.

You’re not sure if Tom has the same liking towards you, I mean, he’s just so nice to everyone! When he’s with you, he woud make you feel like you’re the only girl in the room. Pretty sure, everybody in the room feels that way when they talk to him. He’d always make the warmest cup of tea during your 5:30 couch time and tell you stories about his family and his sweetheart Tessa. Tom also had his way of making you blush by telling you how ‘wonderful’ you look every now and then. Yeah, it’s hard to tell if he likes you but you would like to think that he does..even if it’s just a little bit.

Right now, you’re lazily sitting on the couch with Cole. You have few minutes of break before heading for an interview.

 “I think he’s doing an interview with Z in the other room,” you nag as you rest your head on Cole’s shoulder.

He scoffs,”Geez, (Y/n), don’t be that girl”

You abruptly sit up straight,”What girl?”

“You know,” he nervously utters,”The green eyed monster bitten g-“

“Ufff, I’m not jealous,” you sigh and turn towards the other room where Tom and Zendaya are supposedly get interviewed,”I was just saying…” you drop your head.

“Aww,” Cole chuckles as he lifts your head up with his finger,”You’re adorable. I wish he knew how you felt,”

You move away and roll your eyes,”Like he’d ever like a slob like me when he has this gorgeous Z all over him,”

You meant it. You don’t think you have any chance with Tom. Regardless of the wonderful bond you shared with Tom, you always felt like Zendaya had the upperhand since she’s the one who got  to spend most of the time with Tom. She also has millions backing her ship with Tom.

“(Y/N),” you hear one of the crew assistants call out,”You and Cole are up next for  the interview,”

“That’s our cue,” Cole blurts before ruffling your hair.

“Hey!” you hit his arm. He chuckles in response.

You head towards the interview room.

”After you, ma’am.” Cole opens the door for you like a pro-butler.

“Thank you, Mr Sprouse” you chuckle at his fake courtesy.

Little did you know that in a few seconds time you’d be wishing Cole hadn’t let you in first.

Your heart drops. You lose your breath for a second.

On entering the room, you’re greeted by the sight of Tom and Zendaya kissing.

Something you had always seen coming.

Something you wished would never happen.

Something you dreaded.

Something that made your heart break more than you thought it would.

Suddenly all the butterflies in your stomach seem to have fallen dead.

The touch of Cole’s hand on your shoulder made you step out of the blackhole you were putting yourself into. “I’m sorry, I can’t-“ you run out of the room. You don’t know if Tom had seen you since you left so abruptly.


4 hours since the vague scene at the interview room. 4 hours since you covered your mouth and held yourself together as you bawled your eyes out on the bathroom floor. Much to your contempt, shootings were usually 6-7 hours long so that meant you had to stay here for few more hours. Other days, 7 hours felt like 7 minutes but today it feels like a lifetime. You’ve done a pretty good job at holding yourself together and ignoring Tom. You know you have no right to be mad at him, he wasn’t even yours in the first place. But it..hurts.

You thought he liked you. Maybe you were only fooling yourself but you really thought  he did. Maybe you got your hopes up too high but a part of you always felt like he did like you back. The way he’d always make you feel at home, the time you’d spend laughing and talking about everything on the lounge, the way- No, (Y/n), maybe all of those things meant a lot to you because you liked him, or even loved, but it doesn’t matter now. It shouldn’t matter. Because it clearly meant nothing to him. It meant nothing to Tom.

You still can’t get the image of him and Zendaya kissing. It’s funny how you can get your heart broken the same time the other person’s heart collides.


You’re now in Cole’s temporary trailer on the set. He spent the whole day making sure you weren’t alone and invaded the thoughts of Tom and Z. You have few minutes of break before your next scene. Cole has already left for his. You haven’t seen Tom since that incident. And you’re glad you haven’t. You even missed the 5:30 red sofa ritual you shared with Tom.

It meant nothing to him, you remind yourself.

You hear the door click open. You pull yourself up from Cole’s couch, “Cole, I was just-“

“Thought I might find you here,” Tom smiles lovingly.

You feel your stomach tighten. You open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out. You can’t even look at him, “I  was just leaving,” you quickly utter as you see yourself out.

“Wait, (Y/n). I didn’t see you the entire day! Where were you?”

“I was just-“

“And you didn’t show up at the red sofa either. You know that’s our thing,”

The last sentence made your fist tighten and your heart weak. Why, why does he do that?

“I’m busy. See you later,”

It took everything in you to walk past the guy you had loved for so long and pretend that your heart wasn’t breaking when you did.

“(Y/n)..” you could almost faintly hear him but you didn’t turn back. No, you weren’t turning back for him anymore. You had been a fool for too long. How could you have not seen this coming?

You continued to love him even though it was you against all the fangirls and the press. I did this to myself.


You spent the next hours of the day keeping yourself busy and avoiding Tom. Somehow you kept bumping into him more than usual. You ignored every attempt of his to talk to you. You played it cool and mellow to make sure you weren’t giving off any awkward vibes. You continued to remind yourself that he wasn’t even yours to begin with, so you don’t have any right to be mad at him.

           You were just shooting your last scene when you saw Tom walk into your area. Tom was well-known to have the most hectic schedule out of everyone so you have no idea why he was here and not somewhere else shooting his scene.

Just dropping by, I guess.

“And cut!”

“That was a great scene, (Y/n)” Emma, one of the producers, applauds you.

“Thank you,” you warmly smile as you grab a bottle of water to hydrate yourself, completely ignoring the fact that Tom is in here too.

“Great shot, (Y/n)” you hear another familiar voice approach towards you.


“Thanks, Tom” you quickly reply and try to leave-abruptly, again.


He’s too close for you to ignore anymore. “I’m getting late, I have to-“

“I can drop you home,” he says in a low tone, sounding almost melancholy.

“That’s okay, I have a ride! I’m sorry, I have to lea-“ you quickly make another desparate but successful attempt to leave.

You walk towards the changing room to grab your stuffs and go home. You quickly collect your bags  and walk yourself out of the set.

You were just about to get into your car when you heard someone call out your name again.

You turn around to find Tom, again.

 This has never happened before. In all these months of shooting, he has never made himself this available.

“Oh, Tom. I told you I have a-“

“So I’m guessing you saw, huh?” he bluntly utters.

“Saw, what?”

“You know what,”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Tom. I’ll see you to-“

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,”

You take a deep breath and a long pause. You’ve been trying to avoid him the entire day to avoid having this conversation but here he is, pestering you for the same. You know he doesn’t feel anything for you, he never did, but hearing him actually say that would be even more torturous. You’d rather pretend your heart didn’t break when you saw him kiss Zendaya and that you didn’t really love him just so you could get past the next days of shooting without wanting to breakdown everytime you see him. It’d be easier to pretend nothing happened.

“So what, Tom?” you sigh,”So what if I saw you and Zendaya kiss?”

“Is that why you’ve been ignoring me the whole day?”

“I wasn’t-“

“Please. I know the way you used to look at me but today you were just-“

“JUST WHAT?” you increase your tone out of frustration,”SAD?HEARTBROKEN? DEVASTATED? Is that what you want to hear? You want me to tell you that I could feel my heart sink and that  I wish that I’d never entered the interview room in the first place? God, I wish I could tell you. I wish I could tell you what you want to hear so badly but trust me, ‘hurt’ would be an understatement to the way I felt when I saw you kiss Z. And as for walking into the interview room, I’m glad I saw it.”

“(Y/n), I’m sorry, I-”

You cut him off. You hold back your tears and gather up all your guts as you complete your sentence,” You’re not the one of blame here, you weren’t even mine to begin with. You made me think that maybe you did like me, or maybe that was just me fooling myself. And there is nothing worse in the world than thinking you have a chance..,” you choke,”.. when you really don’t.”

And with that, you leave.

“(Y/n),”He immediately grabs hold of your hand.

“Let me go,”




“Let me..,” you abruptly pull out your hand from his grip, “..go”.

And he did.


A/N : Please, it doesn’t have to end like this!!! PART 2 coming up  soon ;)


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Good Luck Daddy - Chanyeol one shot

A/N: I never understood the “Daddy” kink, and then I laid eyes on Chanyeol and I have been fucked up ever since. I feel like this goes without saying, but, uh, smut.

You were backstage before a show. It was the final show of tour, and you were ecstatic to have Chanyeol home for an extended period of time after this.

You had been hanging out with all of the guys before the show as they had hair and make up done. You were sat on a chair next to the door watching the whole process.

They had decided to straighten Chanyeol’s locks and, though you loved his bouncy curls, when his hair was done like this, it did something extra for you.

“Ten minutes until show time. Let’s get mics on,” you heard the stage manager call out. The guys started piling out of the room. You called good luck wishes after them. They grinned and waved at and high-fived you on their way out.

Chanyeol hung out behind to give you a quick kiss. You whispered, “good luck, daddy,” against his lips. He immediately straightened up; you heard the door slam shut and the lock turn.

Next thing that you knew, you were against that same door. Chanyeol was pressing your wrists against it firmly with his large hands.

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More stuff for the Something’s Strange at Camp Camp AU.

David is the local werewolf that no one suspects because he still acts like his usual goofy pacifist self when he’s not wolfing about, and even in wolf form he avoids attacking humans if at all possible(the few exceptions being when he can’t escape being attacked himself or someone’s threatening the campers, for example). He’ll try to reason with any magical creatures he encounters before using violence as well(though that’s harder in wolf form since he can’t speak in that shape, the vocal chords aren’t right for that. He sounds like a Cleric Beast if he tries to speak in wolf form, it’s scary).

Though he lacks the bloodlust that is usually applied to werewolves, it comes with other drawbacks. Like wanting to adopt every needy child he sees, and the fact that his entire body hurts after changing back from wolf form, especially his face and teeth. Luckily Gwen’s pretty cool with it all and helps him out where she can. He also has to have a special pair of shorts for werewolfing because the clothes don’t change along with his shape, they get destroyed if he shifts while wearing normal clothes so he opts for giant shorts that he can keep on with a belt in human form.

The funniest part of the scenario in the first pic is that Max still doesn’t figure out that David is the werewolf after the encounter. In his mind there’s just no way that wimpy happy David could ever be a werewolf, even if said werewolf is more interested in helping lost kids than mauling them. There’s just no way someone that lame can be something so cool in Max’s opinion.

(Check out the Something’s Strange at Camp Camp tag if you want to see more about the AU.)

Haikyuu!! Novel Volume 5: Before Our Representative Playoffs - The Blazing Dodgeball Highschooler Bokuto “Dodge” Koutarou (Summary)

Bokuto. Dodgeball. Team Fukurodani vs. Nekoma. What can possible go wrong? 

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A/N thank you to the anon for requesting a Carlos imagine, I love him sooo much and he is an angel. I hope you enjoy! 

Summary: Carlos is having nightmares about his mother, and reader helps him. 

Warnings: none I think

Carlos De Vil

It wasn’t hard to see that something was off with Carlos. He wasn’t his usual happy, goofy self, and that worried you. It had been a few months since Ben’s coronation, and the dark circles under his eyes kept getting worse and worse from that point on.

You walked alongside the VK’s and Ben, all of you laughing at something Jay had said. You noticed that Carlos was the only one who wasn’t laughing or smiling, instead looking as if he were in a daze. You gently touched his arm, watching as he flinched and looked up at you. You frowned, looking over to your friends,“Hey, we’ll see you guys later. I have to talk to Carlos about something.”

They all looked back at the two of you, one of whom looked confused at your words. “Um, okay,” Mal said, one eyebrow raised. “We’ll see you later, then,” Ben smiled as they all turned and began walking once more. You pulled Carlos over to one of the tables in the large courtyards of the castle, sitting down and waiting for him to sit down in front of you. He did so, still confused as to why you had pulled him away from the others.

“So, what’s going on?” He asked, voice quiet. “I want you to talk about whatever is going on,” you said. “I can tell something’s wrong, and you shouldn’t keep it bottled in. It’s only making whatever’s wrong, worse.” Carlos looked up at you, hesitant to tell you what was wrong with him. He didn’t want you to think he was pathetic for having nightmares. You grasped his hands that were clasped together on the table in front of him, holding each of his hands in your own, which shocked him. “You don’t have to talk to me, specifically, I just want you to talk to someone.”

A blush had taken over his cheeks when you grabbed onto his hands, and he looked away,“I just- I’m having, uh, n-nightmares. About my mom.” You frowned letting go of his hands to sit on the other side of the bench that he was sat on, and then grabbing them again. You nodded assuringly, silently telling him to continue. “They’re all different, but they all either end in me dying, getting hurt, or being threatened that she’s going to come to Auradon and find me to get revenge on me by…” he stopped suddenly, causing your eyebrows to furrow. He looked at you as you squeezed his hands,“By what, Carlos?”

“By- by hurting you,” Carlos mutters, blushing in embarrassment at his words. You blushed slightly too, but ignored it. Your feelings didn’t matter right now, his did. You pulled him in for a hug,“She’s not going to hurt you ever again, I won’t let her. I love you too much.” You felt Carlos nod against your shoulder, and you let go, catching his eyes,“And she’s not going to hurt me, she can’t.”

He nodded once more, eyes wide at your words,“You… you love me?” You nodded shyly,“Yeah, I do. And I won’t ever let anyone ever do anything to you again, not if I can help it.”

“I love you too, Y/N,” he muttered, just as shy as you were. You grabbed onto his cheeks, and pressed your lips lightly against his, giving him a chaste kiss. When you removed your lips from his, your hands stayed where they were on his cheeks,“Next time you have a nightmare, you text or call me and I’ll be there. I don’t care how late it is. I don’t want you to ever feel alone or frightened because of her.”

Carlos gave you a small smile,“Thank you.”

Like A Virgin || S.M.

‘can you do a Shawn one where you’ve just started dating and you’re not a virgin but he is so for your first time he’s all cute and nervous and doesn’t know if he’s doing anything right and you keep reassuring him that he’s doing such a good job ??’

“Shawn, do you ever think about sex?”

“Well… yeah, of course, I do.”

“Do you… think about sex… with me?”

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Perfect Storm ~ Peter Parker

Request: Hello! May I request an imagine where it’s reader and peter and she’s staying at peters place but there’s a thunder storm and she really afraid so peter comforts her? Thank you in advance!

Word count: 1,692

Relationship: Peter x female!reader

Warnings: none lots of fluff!

A/N: I hope you guys like this I worked really hard on it! Feel free to leave some requests and questions <3

Astraphobia. The fear of thunderstorms. Even the smallest of storms could make her worry. She was able to control her anxiety with deep breathing so no one was aware of it. She was embarrassed by it, she thought of it as an irrational fear. Even her best friend Peter didn’t know. She didn’t want him to know because she thought it was stupid and idiotic of her. Today the sky was dark, the clouds were an almost an inky black. The somber weather caused her day at school to be dreadfully long. Not only was the day long she had a pit in her stomach making it incredibly strenuous to pay attention to anything. She kept her eyes out the window all day worrying about what was going to come from these storm clouds. The sound of thunder echoed her ears causing her to tense up and popped her out of her train of thought.

“You’re sleeping over tonight, right,” Peter asked, smiling at her as they walked down the hallway to leave the school.

“Yep,” she replied giving him a warm smile back wrapping one of my arms around him and leaning my head on his shoulder.

“Do you want to come over, right now, I would hate to make you walk over tonight during the storm alone” he offered.

“Yeah, but I don’t have extra clothes” she responded, frowning

“You can just borrow some of mine” he insisted.

“Really” she squeaked, she didn’t mean for it to come out so high pitched, but it did which made Peter chuckle.

“Yeah” he shrugged opening up the school doors. Once they got out the doors they felt a huge gust of wind causing Y/N to shiver and the pit in her stomach got a whole lot bigger. She was practically clung onto Peter as they walked to the train. Peter got on the train first and offered his hand to help Y/N onto the train she gladly accepted, but after he helped her on he didn’t let go of her hand. He lead her to the back of the train, and they took the 2 open seats towards the back. Even once they had sat down Peter didn’t let go of her hand, not like she was complaining. Even though she rode the train every day, she hated it. It made her very uncomfortable especially when she was all alone. She kept her eyes out the window watching the lightning in the distance, which caused her chest to tighten and her breath to hitch. She took a deep breath which wasn’t unnoticed by the boy sitting next to her.

“Are you okay?” he asked with worry in his eyes.

“Yeah I’m fine, don’t worry about” she bubbled, squeezing his hand and giving him a small smile, then looked back out the window. It felt like hours, but they finally reached their stop. They stood up, and Peter led her through the crowd of people staying on the train. It was about 5-minute walk to Peter’s house to the train station. Right as they walked out, cold rain drops began to flow down from the clouds. She wrapped her arms around Peter shivering. Peter pulled away from her grip, taking off his sweatshirt and putting it over their head. Once it started to poor they started to run for Peter’s apartment. They burst into the apartment building both soaking wet and panting getting a weird look from a lady who was at the desk.

“I am completely soaked” he breathed, letting out a laugh, causing you to giggle while trying to catch you breath.

“Me too, and I’m freezing” she shivered wrapping her arms around herself, trying to warm up. Water dripped down her face and she knew for sure her makeup was a mess. Peter grabbed her waist pulling her close to him trying to warm each other up as they walked to the elevator. Once they arrived at Peter’s apartment, he took out his keys, which slipped out of his hands causing Y/N to laugh as he struggled to pick up the keys and unlock the apartment. Peter just being his goofy adorable self-was enough to make her forget she was terrified of the storm raging outside. He finally got the door open, and let her in first. Peter walked in after locking the door. He turned around admiring his best friend. The wet strands of her hair in front of her face made her look cuter than ever, but the way her clothes clung to her body in a perfect way made Peter melt. There was a small amount of skin exposed, because her shirt had ridden up a bit, sending shivers down his spine, and it was from the cold. She looked like a goddess to him. “Alright, Parker I’m soaked and I was promised some clothing” she laughed pulling him out of his haze. She walked towards his bedroom, Peter following close behind. He dug in his drawers grabbing her a big t-shirt, and sweatpants.

“Here, princess” he sassed sarcastically throwing the clothes to her. Which caused her to roll her eyes as she walked to the bathroom. She walked to the bathroom sink and grabbed a towel to wash off her make up that was making her look like a raccoon. She took off her soaked clothing and put on Peter’s warm, and surprisingly comfortable clothing. She looked up in the mirror smiling at herself, loving how she looked in Peter’s clothes, but that smile was soon wiped off her face when a huge cackle of thunder made her jump. Anxiety washed over making her heart beat fast. All of the sudden it felt like the walls were closing in. She burst out the door taking in a deep breath as the sound of thunder filled the room making her wince.

“Y/N are you okay” Peter exclaimed running up to her, grasping both her hands.

“I may be a little scared of thunderstorms” she confessed bowing her head down.

“Hey, look at me,” he cooed cupping your cheek raising your head to look at him. “I’m not gonna let anything or anyone hurt you, there is no reason to be scared when you’re with me because I’ll protect you”. She smiled at him, and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her head into his chest, holding him as tight as she could. Peter wrapped his arms around her back rubbing it slowly trying to soothe the beautiful girl in his arms. Eventually, they pulled, and he led her to the couch.

“Wanna watch movies all night, Aunt May is on a business trip for the next 3 days” he explained sitting down opening his arms for you to cuddle with him. You hurried into his arms as you heard, another boom come from the sky. She buried her head into his shirt inhaling his scent. He grabbed her hand and rubbed small circles on her palm. With his other hand, he grabbed the remote and turned on the T.V. She snuggled into him, as they binged the Lord of the Rings trilogy. Every time thunder would strike Y/N would somehow manage to cuddle closer into Peter. He admired her the whole movie. The way she laughed during a funny part made his heart stop. The way she would smile when her favorite character did something cool. When she gripped onto his shirt during the battle scenes, scared someone she liked was going to die. Every facial expression made Peter want to never let go of her. His heart ached when she left to go to the bathroom because he missed the warmth of her body against his.

“I’m going to go get some candy” she yelled making her way to the kitchen. He scrambled up running the kitchen coming up behind her putting his arms around her. He put his head on her shoulder.

“Whatcha doin” she asked popping an m&m in her mouth.

“Nothin” he mumbled flipping her around and taking her back to the couch. She got back into the spot in Peter’s arms feeling safe and warm. She had never felt so safe before in her life. It wasn’t because he was Spiderman, it was because she trusted that Peter would do anything to protect her. Half way through the second movie Y/N had fallen asleep. Once Peter noticed he turned off the T.V and lifted her up bridal style, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled into him, making him smile down at her. He laid her down on his bed and turned off his lamp. He got under the covers of his bed and Y/N rested her head on his chest and Peter snuggled his arms around her. They had never cuddled this much before, but Peter liked it. When he was around her he felt a joy that he had never felt with anyone else. The feeling of her skin on his made him instantly warm. The sight of her sleeping made his heart skip a beat. He bent his head down to kiss her forehead, and she smiled in her sleep.

“Goodnight Y/N” Peter whispered, holding her close to his body. He closed his eyes and felt Y/N adjust her body causing him to smile uncontrollably. He started to wonder why this girl made him so happy. He didn’t know how long he was thinking, but he looked down at the sleeping girl and he wanted to kiss her, which was something he had been feeling for the past year. He finally pieced it together.

He was in love with his best friend.



They’re all so beautiful in real life (especially Jonah like damn!!!)

Also Daniel walked with his arm around me!! Like what!! We had a proper convo as well ☺️ he’s really smiley and it made me happy seeing his cute faces in real life!! Also poked him in the neck to get our photo 😂 I was getting impatient, he wasn’t listening lmao. Also tooth gap twins 😂

Jacks grip was so tight on me in our photo and I loved it!! Oml !! Also he’s a literal short stack like he’s not even bending down in our photo!! He’s hair looked so fluffy as well!!

Jonah was just so good looking, like seriously guys you think he’s good looking in photos but holy hell he’s ATTRACTIVE AF!!

Corbyn, didn’t see him too much as he was at front but he was just his goofy self!

Zach, oml it was so funny seeing him do his typical poses in real life lmao!!

Tyler is so small and August is one attractive man!!!

I got carried away ^ so I’ll leave it at that. I’m just so happy right now you don’t understand!

onehungrydino  asked:

So I'm totally in love with Jaeyeol, Vasco, and Hyeong suk(forgot how to spell his name just now xD.) May you draw the three of them trying on clothes with both Vasco and Jaeyeol just looking at Hyeong Suk being his cute adorable goofy self.

vasco cant help but cry. just look at hyung suk! he’s precious!

not 100% on the mark, but u kno what. i stink at getting things right. lets jsut always get everything wrong!

The Gainer Sesh Part 1

*A sequel to The Fat Brother (Link)*

*Disclaimer* Fictional story. Intended for 18+ readers only. Smoking is bad for you.

One morning inside a garage, three 22 year old guys, Kurt, Darren and Campbell, are sitting in a circle.

“Yo guys” Darren, the ginger one, announced sheepishly as he took a hit.  “I’m gonna get some munchies.”

“Awesooome” blonde-haired Campbell said, extending the last syllable for a bit to long.

“There’s this box on the counter,” Darren kept talking even as he went to the kitchen in his parents’ house.

The heavy one, Kurt, took a quick hit and then asked quickly “What’s he talking about?” before exhaling.

“Must be nice living with mommy and daddy and not having to buy your own food” Campbell told him in a bored voice, drawing a line in pen through the maze on the back of a cereal box as he munched on some dry Coco Puffs.

“And here you are raiding the Bennett’s pantry” Kurt smirked at his friend as Darren came back with a brown box,  “What’s that?”

Darren opened the top flaps of the box.

“They’re cookies!” Darren proclaimed.  

The other two watched as the red haired one turned over the box to reveal one dozen chocolate chip cookies.

“I love chocolate chip,” Kurt started to salivate.  “But I can’t have that man I’m on a diet.”

“Ladies dig the dad bod anyway” Campbell said, snagging a cookie and biting into it.

The other guys laughed as a bit of chocolate covered his lips.

“Mmm, this is soooo good,” he declared, eyes lit up in culinary delight.

“Really?”  Darren asked, grabbing one for himself.  “I wonder where my parents got them.  Woah … this is the best cookie I’ve ever had. You sure you don’t want one, big guy?”

“I gotta leave” Kurt replied, trying to avoid eye contact with the box.  “I’ll have some later, don’t eat them all, okay?”

In fact, Kurt grabbed one as he headed out the door, and was glad he did as soon as his teeth sunk into the tasty treat. Afterwards however he felt guilty and despite his hunger pangs, resisted getting more food for breakfast. At 6’2” and 215 pounds, Kurt was definitely a bit chubby, but it was better than when his weight was north of 230. Kurt had always been skinny without too much muscle, carrying only 160 pounds for most of his young adult life. But due to some weird events 2 months ago, he had quickly ballooned up to obesity. Despite all this, because he was never naturally fat, he had managed to shed 15+ pounds.

The trio spent their day at work, occasionally licking their lips and thinking about the cookies at Darren’s house, totally unaware that they each carried 3 more pounds than they had when they awoke that morning.

They agreed to meet back in Darren’s garage at 5, and went to Little Caesars to grab 2 hot-and-readys.  Normally the time spent eating together would be full of conversation and good-natured teasing about Kurt’s weight.  All three, however, seemed a bit subdued as they ate their pizza.

Kurt broke the rather pensive post-meal silence.  

“Am I the only one who really wants another one of those cookies?” he asked.

“Shit I’m glad you brought it up” Darren replied.  “I’ve been thinking about those things all freaking day.  I don’t know what it is, it’s like I have to eat another one.”

“Yeah, same here,” Campbell concurred.  “Let’s break ‘em out.”

The cookies were brought to the table and each one reverently took one.  Quiet moans filled the kitchen as three sets of teeth sunk into the perfectly baked cookies, chocolate chips spurting out onto waiting tastebuds.

“So good,” Darren sighed.  

The conversation picked up, each guy back to his normal goofy self, talking about cars and college football.  They didn’t even realize that they were picking up another cookie until Campbell’s hand reached into the box to find it empty.

“Whoa,” he said, her tone turning serious.  “We just ate all the cookies.”

“What? No way!” Kurt denied, grabbing the box.  “Damn, they’re all gone.  I didn’t even realize it…”

Campbell placed one hand against the midsection of his Hawaiian shirt.  His stomach did feel uncomfortably round and a bit bloated, all evidence of cookie gluttony.

“Guys, we gotta be careful,” Darren warned.  “Good thing it was only a dozen”

“You’re right bro” Campbell agreed, his hand still lightly rubbing his overfull middle.  As much as he was loathe to admit it, though, he did find himself craving just one more.

That evening the boys ended up getting so buzzed they decided to just spend the night at Darren’s, with Kurt and Campbell sleeping in a sleeping bag in each corner of Darren’s room. One corner of their minds were still basking in the memory of those incredibly delicious cookies.  It was enough to keep them from realizing that each of their bodies was now 12 pounds heavier.

Kurt found it took a bit more effort to get his brother’s old 36’ jeans under his chunky ass, and there was definitely a greater feeling of relief when he undid the button.  A quick glance in the mirror was not enough to raise suspicions.  Kurt had shaggy brown hair, not a lot of muscle, blue eyes, and was thick all over.  At 6”2 and chubby 215 (when the day began), with most of his weight rounding his overfed gut, but also some fat chunking out his sagging chest, chunky legs, and wide ass.  He knew he had to be careful. He knew he was only a few pounds from transitioning from chubby and overweight to downright fat and obese.

Behind him, Darren grunted slightly and let out a sigh of relief as he undid the button on his jeans and pulled down the zipper.  At 5’11”, he had wavy red hair, blue eyes and very fair skin.  A strict gym regimen kept him at a toned and muscular 160.  He did his best to keep his pudgy youth a secret from others, the truth was that his metabolism wasn’t great so it was only by a strict diet and lots of time in the gym that he managed to keep his sexy slim figure.  With a very good looking face, he had gotten used to turning heads and wanted to keep it that way.

Lastly, Campbell struggled a bit to release the straining button on his shorts.  After stepping out of the shorts and undoing the front buttons of his Hawaiian shirt, he got visual confirmation of his bloated feeling.  His normally flat stomach pooched out slightly above his V line, a rather shocking sight on his usually slim frame.  The same height as Kurt, Campbell had never needed to worry about his weight.  He simply had a slim and toned build and it seemed that his weight had been pretty constant at 170 ever since he graduated from high school.  His laid back attitude, blonde hair, and piercing green eyes lent him a bit of a surfer look, and his thin waist and muscular pecs/arms certainly didn’t hurt.

All three climbed under their covers, closing their eyes and drifting off to sleep with a small voice in the back of their heads whispering, “More cookies…”

“You never said there was another box!” exclaimed Campbell.  

Neither of the other two replied as they all stood around the island counter, looking at the mysterious box that had seemingly appeared overnight.

“I-I-It wasn’t here last night,” Darren said incredulously, “My parents are supposed to be gone all week.”

They watched as Kurt slowly ripped open the seal and pulled the flaps open.

“More cookies,” he announced.  

The three guys gazed into the box, another dozen chocolate chip cookies staring back at them.

“Is that drool on your lip big guy?” Campbell asked, starting to laugh before his stomach unleashed a loud roar.

“Hungry much?” Darren smirked.  “Anyway, I have no idea how these got here.”

“Well … I dunno.  Does anyone really care that much?” Campbell asked, balling his fists to keep from reaching out and snagging one.

“Um, not really,” Kurt replied.  “I, uh, I need to take a leak.”

“Yeah, I gotta let the dog out,” Darren chimed in, his eyes straying back to the open box as he started walking down the hall.

Campbell left the kitchen right after the other two, but not before grabbing a cookie to take with him.


The guys ended up napping all morning, and by the time Darren said that he was going to shower and officially wake up for the day, only 6 cookies remained the box.

Kurt looked at Campbell as they both heard swearing coming from the upstairs bathroom.

“What’s going on?” Kurt asked, sleepily rubbing his eyes.

“I dunno,” Campbell yawned.  “Sounds like he stubbed his toe or something.”

The sight that greeted them when they arrived at the bathroom served to rouse them from their stupor.  There, standing on the scale in just a very tight pair of boxers, was a very upset Darren.

“I gained 24 pounds!” he shouted.  “184! I was 160 last time I weighed myself on Monday! How the hell does that happen?!”

“I’m sure the scale’s just broken,” Campbell said, but even as the words left his mouth he realized he was wrong.

A good look at his bud revealed that Darren was indeed looking heavier, about 24 pounds worth.  His cheeks had developed dimples and his neck was thicker. His boxers strained against his butt which rounded out way past his back, his blown-out thighs wider and rounder, filling out the legs of the boxer shorts completely.  Instead of flat abs, a frat-boyish gut was oozing over the stretched waistband.

“It’s the fucking cookies!” Kurt exclaimed.  

“Yeah, that must be it,” Campbell agreed, feeling excited that they had figured it out before he began to look down.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, with a look of horror in his fuller cheeks and feeling butterflies in the pit of his stomach.  

Kurt and Darren turned towards their friend. Campbell’s small t-shirt and boxer shorts hid nothing.  An even rounder belly with a thin happy trail and deep navel poked out of the 3” gap between the hem of the shirt and the waistband of the boxers.  He gently prodded his pudgy stomach in wonder, hands slowly sliding up to feel his softer pecs.

Kurt’s large fat stomach jiggled as lifted up his T-shirt and walked to the scale to join Campbell in inspecting the damage.  Since he was already big all over, his fatter stomach didn’t seem so out of place, but the overhang that was present a few weeks ago had returned. Substantial love handles popped out from his sides and oozed over the waistband of his tight boxers. His butt was huge and round enough to make any black woman jealous. As the screen lit up and flashed, Kurt lowered his arms to his sides. His T shirt remained in place, held up by his large moobs. The numbers 239 appeared on the screen.

“239,” he told them.  “24 pounds.  8 cookies.”

“Could it really be the cookies?” Darren wondered out loud.  “I mean, I ate like … 8 I think.  4 each day.”

Campbell approached the scale with trepidation, simply nodding to confirm his own gain when the scaled flashed “194” at him.

Then they all looked at each other, as if each had an identical thought. Running back down the hall, glancing at each other’s figures and noticing all jiggling that took place as they ran, they ventured to the kitchen.

They stopped in their track when an identical box could be seen on the counter once again.

“What do we do?” Darren whimpered, right hand cupping his chubby gut.

“I… I don’t know,” Kurt said.  “Should we open it to make sure…?”

His voice trailed off, even to his ears it was a pathetic attempt to simply get the cookies in his belly.  Maybe it was because the new pounds seemed to be messing with his appetite, but all he could think about was eating more cookies.

“Well, we should probably find out for sure if it is the cookies,” Campbell suggested.

“No shit it’s the cookies,” Darren snapped.  “And how do you suggest we ‘find out’, anyways?”

“Well, one of us could stand on the scale while we eat a cookie.”

“Not me, I’m fat enough already” Kurt backed away.

Campbell took a deep breath.  “I’ll take one for the team.”

A few minutes later the box was open and Campbell stood on the scale to get a baseline reading.

“Alright, we’ve weighed you three times and you’ve been 194 each time,” Kurt announced.  

Campbell stepped off the scale and took a cookie from the box.  As much as he was terrified by the thought of getting chubby, he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the tingling sensation that warmed his body as she bit into the cookie.  As soon as it was gone, the pudgy blonde stepped back onto the scale.

“197,” Kurt read out loud, her eyes widening as he looked at Campbell’s tubby gut.  “So what do we do now?”

Campbell shrugged and grabbed another cookie.  “Well, I think we just gotta be very careful.  I don’t know who’s behind this, but I think it’s someone who has it out for us.”

“Maybe we can get a sample sent to a lab to see what’s in it,” Kurt mumbled through a mouthful of baked good.

“Mm-hmm,” Darren agreed, licking some chocolate off of his lips.  “Kurt should get us some clothes that will fit and then we’ll look for a lab to test it.”

“Sounds good,” Campbell said, small double chin visible as he chewed and then swallowed the last bite.  “I’ll just bag one of these… uh-oh.”

“Wait… is that box empty?” Kurt asked, a sprinkling of crumbs on his moobs.

“Did we just eat all those cookies?!” Darren screamed, eyes bugging out.

Campbell stepped back onto the scale.


*To be continued*

not to be dramatic or anything but that was literally everything I imagined the glory video to be- it was beautiful and aesthetically pleasing and even though it was different, we still got dan being his usual goofy awkward self and amongst it all the video still has that same classic bastille feel to it where the meaning is open for everyone’s individual interpretation and has ultimately left me with a shit ton of feels.

Undeniable Heat Chapter 46: Jumping to Conclusions

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1150 Words

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

The next day you felt as if you were floating on clouds the entire day. It was Jensen’s busy day at the convention, and you were more than happy to stay in the shadow, watching as he interacted with the fans. It was interesting, watching the way he handled them with such ease.

From his photo ops, he went to the main panel, and you stayed off to the side, laughing along with the fans as Jared was his usual goofy self. Continuously running the ring around your finger, you couldn’t believe what had happened. It was something you had never expected happening, and you wanted to pinch yourself to make sure it wasn’t just a dream.

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Just friends~Jungkook Part 1

Yahhh PART ONE! omg I don’t know how to feel about this :’) 

prologue, part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10


-1k words

~Something is wrong with your best friend and you don’t understand what.~

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

(gif is not mine credit to owner) 

After a week of not hearing from Jungkook he dropped off at home.

I was in bed, contemplating life and death.
When I heard keys in the door lock, I knew it was him right away. He was the only one that had keys to my flat. What was he doing here? I hadn’t seen him in 3 weeks.
I got out of bed and got to the living room where he was waiting for me with his adorable smile. I came up to him and asked bluntly:

“Where have you been?”

“Oh my god you sound like my mum.”

“I haven’t seen you for a long time, I was starting to forget what you looked like, not that that is a bad thing.” I said with a smirk.

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t miss this work of art.” he answered while pointing at himself.

I laughed at his quirkiness, and was happy that he seemed in good enough shape to make jokes.

“So are we ever going to eat this pizza or are you going to stand there forever.”

“I forgot how bossy you were.”

“Shut up.”

We both sat down on the couch and started to eat the pizza. While spending time with my best friend I realised how much you had missed his sense of humor and his goofy self. We were watching a movie and kept making silly comments about how bad the acting was. From time to time I took a glance at him just to admire his pretty face, and hoped that he wouldn’t catch me staring.
It was good times.

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anonymous asked:

This isn't an inconsistency, but you might find it interesting nonetheless. During the Houston con in 2016, Jared launches into a story about eating sour lemons with Gen while visiting the Amalfi Coast in Italy between European conventions, in response to a question about the most romantic thing he's ever taken his wife on. I've always been struck by Jensen's facial expressions during this story, almost like he's remembering it happening... It's on youtube, about 25 minutes into the panel.


first i gotta say that yeah jensen’s face is very sweet when jared tells the story, im sure it was a nice moment for them and he also gets that pensive face like he’s remembering, you’re right 

now i hope you’ll excuse me because im about to elaborate a bit more on this moment

so i found this vid and this one 

and basically jensen doesn’t give a fuck as usual and hets are the fucking worst as usual 

like literally, that girl asks her question “i was hoping that each of you can tell us about the most romantic date you’ve ever taken your wives on” and first we got the audience “awing”, just disgusting (where is that gif of jared gagging when you need it??) but the real IMPORTANT thing here is jensen’s reaction!!!!!!!!!!! JUST LOOK

HE’S FUCKING EYEROLLING AS SOON AS THE HET ASKS HER QUESTION!!!!!!! OH MY GOD he’s so fucking DONE honestly just look at the video, you’ll see 

pics from the other angle (i couldn’t make a gif because the person is shaking, too bad) before and after the question is asked:

he’s so fucking done!!!!!

like what the actual fuck is wrong with hets, who the fuck comes at a convention about a show to ask actors about their personnal lives?????

and it’s even worse since you’re asking closeted gay guys to make up fake stories and making them even more uncomfortable because they have to lie!!


im also really annoyed because look at all those gifs, look at them!  all those gifs were taken from this video but it has been deleted!!! im so frustrated!! because it seemed like a better angle and with this vid i think we could have had a better look at jensen’s eyeroll!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!!!! if anyone has saved it, make gifs of this moment please!!! 


after the questions is asked jensen rolls his eyes but jared makes a joke so people laugh but jensen isn’t done showing he’s annoyed so it goes: 

jared: i can’t tell you the entire story

jensen: why not we’re already going down that road (while making this face)

he’s not joking there, he’s done with those hets 

and that reminds me of a video where someone asked them for a story about their kids (it was right after they had the first babies) and jensen already didn’t have time for this shit and he says something like “oh that’s it, there’s no more questions about the show, after 9 seasons, now the babies are more interesting” and people were laughing because those dumb hets can’t fucking see that jensen was seriously annoyed, they don’t understand his sarcarm, just like here in houston, they’re laughing without seeing he’s annoyed, just ugh

and then after that they don’t say anything for more than 10 seconds, nothing, just awkward silence because they have to make up some bullshit stories to answer 

so jared obviously uses a moment he had with jensen and says something very genuine which makes it look authentic, and notice how he starts by saying that his story applies to all types of couples and saying that the unscripted moments are the most important and he says that one day “gen” told him “if you buy me flowers on valentine’s day and then nothing till the next valentine’s day then you can shove your flowers up your ass” and excuse the fuck me but that’s jensen talking there (and you can see him nodding a lot while jared was saying it lol)

and then he talks about not wanting his personal life to be scripted like it is during work so what they do is that they go on walks. and excuse the fuck me but how could you go on walks regularly since you’re most of the time in vancouver and gen in the US?? oh i know because those walks are with jensen!! and i can totally see j2 going on walks after work together to relax and bound as a couple rather than just as coworkers just like that moment at the beginning of the show when jensen showed jared a nice spot to eat during wendigo or dead in the water. and then jared tells the story in italy because that’s the only place where gen could have also been, during those bearding trips, and just tell me how am i supposed to believe that gen would eat a lemon raw???? are you fucking kidding me jared???? if she had been there she would have rolled her eyes and dismiss him for stealing them just like she dismisses him when he’s being his goofy self. so yeah that’s a total j2 story and yeah see the gifs at the top for jensen’s sweet smiles

and jensen’s answer is amazing!!! because he doesn’t even bother to make something up, he’s like “yeah yeah the unscripted moments right” and then he just said that it was the honeymoon!!!! he says “we really hit it on the head with the honeymoon” “that was one of the best romantic times” and yeah jensen said the best romantic times he’s had with danneel was the “honeymoon” where FUCKING GINO was invited to and where jensen said at another con HE HAD READ A GOOD BOOK!!! HAHAHAHAHHA!!!! IS HE EVEN TRYING????!!!! you guys remember that?? right?? that con where jensen remembered a book he had read during his honeymoon, that he had picked up because he was FUCKING BORED!!! DURING HIS FUCKING HONEYMOON!!!! where he had “the best romantic times”!!! oh my god jensen is not even trying i can’t believe this omg and meanwhile that dumb audience is howling and squealing like they’re wetting their panties because jensen shared a fake ass story about his fake ass honeymoon just….. it’s so fucking gross uuuuuuuuugh

and notice when he was done with the answer he IMMEDIATELY said a quick “thanks” and moved super fast to the next question!! he HATED that het question omg

it was like that other het question about knowing their “wives” were the ones, and jared was the one to fuck it up and jensen was the one to turn it into a gender neutral answer

so to end what i wanna say sincerely, from the bottom of my heart:


for putting jared and jensen in those uncomfortable situations all that so they can have their little fantasies and be comforted in their fake beliefs that j2 are straight and could be happy with women