SUMMARY: You and Jensen are best friends, you accompany him to Nashville for the convention and drunken hijinks ensue!
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x (bestfriend!)reader
Word Count: 1810
Warnings: Some swearing
A/N: So i have been struggling with writing and what not, and the other day this idea hits me. I am basing it off the information that I saw about NashCon and it just grew to this fic. This would be my first attempt at writing a possible more than friends type fic based on the actual actor. I mean no disrespect to Danneel, we will just consider her happy with someone else for the purpose of this fic. Also a huge shout out to Daddy B aka @bigdaddymongoose, she is my rock and helps me out sooo much with writing!
“C’mon you two, let’s hit another bar!” Jared laughed, drunk off his ass already.
You giggled, watching your best friend trying to walk unaided. His bow legs making the staggering all the more comical. Finally, he made it to your side, he threw an arm around you, almost knocking the two of you to the ground.
“I think Jay here has had enough,” you snickered.
After the tour of the Jack Daniels Distillery and all the free shots, then the dart throwing game with Jason and the guys and more shots imbibed. Next, Creation Ent wanting to celebrate Jay’s birthday during the Saturday Night Special concert with you guessed it more alcohol involved. Let’s just say when Jay sang Tennessee Whiskey, he was almost three sheets to the wind then. If Jared got his way, this would be the third bar you all hit.
Jensen started shaking his head, “No, I-I think we need more bars,” he grinned. “Me likey, more acl-aco-alc-,” he furrowed his eyebrows like he was concentrating, “drinks.”
You laughed, “I think everybody is done for the night. You two have a panel in the morning, remember?” You smacked Jensen’s hand away from your face as he tried to “boop” your nose. “Stop that!”
Jared just gave you “Sam’s puppy eyes”, “Nope, Pada-gigantor, those will not work on me. I am impervious to “Mr. Awesome,” you jerked a thumb at Jensen, “you don’t stand a chance my tall friend.”
Did they bury a box with some smokes and a bottle of whiskey
Did Steve tell them you guys go ahead, I’ll stay here for a while
Did he talk to the fresh churned dirt and tell it can’t believe you’re gone, you big jerk - can’t believe you left me - I know it was my fault, and I’m sorry, but I still can’t believe you’re gone
Did he stay there til it got dark and cold and Peggy came out and brought him a coat
Did she decide not to talk to him about it then - not til he was ready, drinking alone in some wreckage of a bar
Is there still some stone on an old battlefield in Europe with Bucky’s name scratched onto it, marking some decades-old alcohol and decaying cigarettes and a memory of a guy who’s alive, but doesn’t really exist anymore
everytime McCree asks 76 if he likes westerns I get so fed up he sounds so hopeful and happy (in the french version im sorry i don’t remember what the english’s tone is) and then 76 just has to go be an absolute dick for no reason like what is your problem you rude old man
“Over my dead body.” Tony scoffed. “That can be arranged.” Wade said and began to walk towards him. You stopped them both, “Okay I’m an adult and don’t need you to babysit me.” You told Tony.
“And you’re not hurting him.” You told Wade. “I’m your older brother.” Tony said. “And he’s being rude.” Wade told you. “You guys are children.” You groaned. “I’ll wait in the car, before I detach his pretty head from his body.” Wade said and left, but not being giving you a kiss just to piss of Tony.
“He’s tried to kill me!” Tony shouted. “No he wasn’t. If you didn’t blast him, he would’ve explained that he was trying to save you.” You told him. “What?” He asked.
“He was trying to warn you that the place was rigged with explosives. If you stepped inside, you would’ve died.” You told him and Tony felt guilty. “I-I didn’t know.” He said. “Of course you didn’t. He’s not always a bad guy.” You explained. “And, I love him.” You said.
Not to take anything away from the lovely Harry quote...but in 1D interviews, Louis and Zayn continually said similar things. There's a Louis quote that is almost exactly the same. I think all three - products of homes with strong women and sisters - have always been deeply and honestly respectful of their fanbase. Kudos to Harry for continuing to carry the torch into his first big solo interview. And for phrasing it so elegantly.
mm okay but “At one point, I say, “I’m sure your fans tell you stories. Have you learned anything from the girls who admire you about the challenges they face particular to women?” Not really, it turns out. From his vantage, the mechanics of fame are simple: “I was raised by a lot of women, so there’s nothing any fan girl could’ve ever taught me about any woman,” he says. “I fully understood every person who’d come and see the band, because I have crazy aunties and crazy sisters who would fan-girl over actors. If people can’t have something, they want it.” and also ““I enjoy an intellectual conversation as well, where someone can construct a sentence beyond what hair and makeup they’re wearing, and talk about something political or about the world. I like an opinion.”
I get that Zayn may have said nice stuff about the young girls who support him when he was in 1D, but as a solo artist, his track record is…. not so great. I think it will say a lot to see how all of the boys talk when they’re doing interviews on their own, because this is when we get to see as close to we’ll ever get to seeing their own voice and values and opinions. So seeing Harry make it a point to be this great in his first mainstream magazine cover (since AM was kinda different) means uniquely a lot to me. Of course he’s not the first to ever make the statements he made, but he also didn’t have to speak about it at length or so well–it’s quite clear not all of the boys so far have done that.
Season 1, Episode 1 - “Aperitif” or, LOCAL WOMAN HAS LOST ALL REASON, DOES THIS TO SELF
Heeyy all my buddies!
So I thought it would be a swell idea to rewatch Hannibal, because what is emotional stability good for, really? Very little, I’d say.
In my ~dreams~ I imagined writing posts covering the first two seasons that people could read if they were watching Hannibal for the first time, and that would eventually join up with my season 3 recaps to make one continuous chain. But then I realized two things:
1) that maybe I could actually provide something kinda interesting and a little more rare in tv commentary, in that I could relook at a series as a whole, knowing what it is they built over time, and talk about how the boards were laid, as it were
2) that I have no control when it comes to foreshadowing or pain
This latter realization was mostly about myself, and although it wasn’t a surprise it was valuable.
These in turn mean two things for YOU:
1) as a whole these posts will contain spoilers through the Hannibal series finale (it’s over & it’s perfect shhhh wade into the stream). Sometimes the spoilers will be specific, other times it will be more general knowledge of circumstances, which I think counts as a spoiler for Hannibal because so much of the joy/horror of this show is in being very much with the characters in what you are (not) aware of at any given moment. And I don’t want to take that from newbies, so we’re keeping these things on Alert.
2) probably this whole adventure is going to be primarily screen shots followed by me being like
…which was a joke but also, I am beginning to suspect, oddly accurate? Like I just want to make sure everyone is yelling enough and for the right reasons. I am a mere humble thinker of feelings, at your service.
Take, for instance, this, which we see in the very first word-free minutes of the television series Hannibal:
Just the face of a man about to walk forward into the rest of his life. And do you know what he does first? He closes his eyes. Do you know what happens when you close your eyes? That’s when the monsters can move.
I love this turtle boy too much 🤤 y'all know Donnie always comes first but who’s next?
Summary: You show up at the lair, being all flirty with Donnie and he’s all “omg get away from me you’ve been hanging out with that dude for like three days”
Donatello typed away at his keyboard, the only noise in the lair coming from the clicks under his fingers. His brothers were sound asleep, while he was staying up trying to figure out how to get their ventilation system to run better. Avoiding the creeping thoughts of [Y/N] with her professor, supposedly writing her freshman thesis. Donnie rolled his eyes,
“What a bunch of baloney.” He huffed to himself.
“What’s wrong with baloney?” Donnie jumped at [Y/N’s] voice. She stood at his doorway, spinning a set of keys around her finger. A black coat reached her thighs, her black boots clicking as she sauntered towards Donnie. She sat on his keyboard, he winced at all the crunching underneath her. He was quickly distracted by the small show of skin between her coat and her boots. He gulped. “So is this why you’ve been ignoring me?” She said nodding her head towards the computer. He suddenly remembered he was angry, angry at her. He shook himself out of her spell, standing up out of his chair desperate to put some distance in between them.
“I’ve been busy.” He responded quietly, finding some papers to shuffle.
“So have I,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “And I still made time for you, Donatello.” He scoffed.
“Oh like yesterday when you canceled our date night for the second week in a row.” He said, turning around, sticking two giant fingers into her face.
“I told you I had to work on my thesis,” she raised her voice, pushing away his hand. “My professor was nice enough to help me.”
“That’s the issue,” Donnie lowered his voice. She was confused.
“What do you mean?”
“I think we should break up.” He blurted. Her tough demeanor suddenly broken, tears immediately welling in her eyes. Donnie looked at her face, wishing he could reel those words back into his mouth. “I-uh-you heard me.” He stuttered. As much as he cared about her… as much as he loved her. [Y/N] tried to speak, choking on her own words.
“Why?” She uttered. Donatello could see the hurt in her face. He wanted to scoop her up and apologize for ever hurting her, but he knew he was holding her back, he knew he had to let her go. He looked down, trying not to cry.
“I know that you’ll be better off without me,” he sniffed softly. “An interspecies relationship,” he shrugged. “it was bound to fail at some point.” [Y/N] shoved him, forcing him to look at her.
“Don’t you think I get to make that decision?” She yelled, tears streaming down her face. “It’s my choice donnie, and I chose you! Is it really that hard to believe?” Donnie was drowning behind his words, he felt as if he didn’t deserve to be around anyone. He would just go back to working on his gadgets and pretend this never happened.
“Who dresses like that to go see their professor anyway?” He retaliated with the only thing he could think of.
“First of all, I can wear whatever I want, it’s not an invitation to sleep with me,” she bared her teeth. “Second of all, I’m dressed like this for you,” she shoved him, tears starting to stain her face. “You big jerk!” She undid her jacket, revealing pale pink lingerie, a veil hung over her stomach, leading to soft pink underwear. Donnie gasped. “But I guess we’re over now?” She said flinging her jacket closed. “Because you don’t trust me around other men?” She stepped towards him, taking his hands in hers, and lowering her voice.
“Donnie I love you,” his eyes widened with surprise. “And I’ve never said anything until now because I was scared but I love you.” He watched her eyes glimmer, tears stained her face, her hair was messy, and she was still beautiful. A wave of guilt flooded over Donatello.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I’m just scared.” She pressed his hands against her chest. “I love you too, so much.” He kissed her hands, trailing kisses up her arms. “Im sorry, I just thought you would be happier without me.” She chuckled.
“Donnie you have made me happier then I’ve ever been.” He kissed her, suddenly but perfectly. His worries faded with her kiss, his head feeling as light as a feather. She pressed her forehead against his, reveling in the silence.
“So can we talk about that lingerie?” He asked. She playfully pushed him.
POV: Reader Pairing: Jay Park (AOMG) x Reader Rating: G Comments: I still have two night shifts to do and my brain is mildly blegh right now, plus I’m watching Shrek which we all know is what you need playing in the background when you write. Hopefully it still turned out alright. c:
Summary: “Can I get a Jay Park scenario? where u are a very known artist in the
state and you happen to know his mother,and you’re very close until one
day she finally takes you out to meet her son and you find out that it’s
jay and you just kiss each other and u are so happy, but she felt
disappointed that no one of u told her cuz she took you as a daughter
and he is her son.., after that you consol her and he sees how how
amazing you are and he just says in front of everyone that he loves u
fluff pls♡♡” - leyarren
Dean looked up from under the hood to find you standing beside him, holding a grease rag outstretched to him.
“Thought you were going to sleep all morning,” he said, taking it from you and wiping his hands with it.
“I wouldn’t leave you and Baby hanging like that,” you grinned. He looked you over, eyes appraising you slow.
“And I see you took it upon yourself to borrow one of my shirts to work in.”
“I figured you wouldn’t mind. Do you mind?” you asked. He was still looking at you, not your eyes, but at the way his shirt looked on you. You saw the corner of his mouth turn up just a bit; a secret smile.
“I don’t mind,” he said, tossing the grease rag back to you. “Let’s get to work.”
Request: I would like to request a Yugyeom scenario. he was dating u but his company forces him to break up. u moved after the break up & found out u were pregnant. u didn’t tell him. after 3 years ur son wants to meet his dad. u travel to korea for holidays, while there u go to his parents shop & so his mom immediately knows that it was her grandchild and makes Yugyeom come!! Length: 1,903 words Genre: Fluff/Angst *A/N: It is set pretty far into the future, just fyi :)