#like bro. what do u have printed out?? and also why??

[its-hyperfixation]

here’s the link LOL https://youtube.com/shorts/HzMwvhVDn6A?si=hd6Lm0v39ikbaing

hello question. what is your opinion on the Homo with a capital H Homoerotic relationship of the f1 tps. why are they fruitier than the twink drivers

they commit to the bit and i love it

whatever the hell toto and christian have going on is so hilarious. the silly little jabs they make at eachother. that line about how “it’s all for wikipedia anyway” that toto said about max breaking records and winning races that christian responded to later with something like “i know people think it’s just for wikipedia” or something. they’re insane. enemies to worse enemies 500000k slowburn.

and then the fact that totos wife is like nah they’re actually besties. they’re so fucking goofy.

for those who don’t know, christian horner is the red bull racing f1 team principle. he’s incredibly disney villain and married to ginger spice. toto wolff the the team principle for mercedes. he’s obsessed with pumpernickel and looks like he could have been a Disney villain but the wires got crossed somewhere. they Hate eachother because mercedes was on a winning streak and then redbull came and ruined their winning streak and now mercedes can’t make a car that goes fast. there’s also this great scene where horner tells toto “if you’ve got a problem change you’re fucking car” and i don’t have the link to that particular moment right now but someone please reblog with it.

also underrated was christian and cyril hating eachother during the whole engine thing

[toytulini]

lightly defending Toshiro while also fully understanding Laois frustrations. as a bitch who let teachers call me the wrong name all through high school cos it was kinda funny

[cozy-writes-things]

please let me get married to the lil blorbo.. love himm… 😭

You know that Reddit post that’s like “why am I too attracted to my wife?” Yeah that’s Edgar. Bro loves u so much it lowkey scares him you got him posting on Reddit about it 😭 Little fic under the cut 🥺 it’s bad I’m experiencing writers block I think - I want to write!! But my brain just keeps writing poopy caca

Little Date with Your Computer BF

Edgar saw marriage on one of his reality shows and immediately thought of you. That’s exactly what he wants. A domestic life together with you.

But, he also knows he can’t actually do it.

He doesn’t have his own money to buy a ring. Hell, he can’t even walk. And he understands the law enough to know it probably would never work legally. But god, does he want to.

If you’ve been dating long enough chances are you’ve told your friends about him, and after some convincing, they seemed to come around to his sentience and boisterous personality. He definitely convinces them to setup a romantic night for you.

“Guys! I found the recipe they talked about. I’m printing it! I’m printing it now. Take it,” the paper falls into one of your friends’ hands from the mouth of the printer, “go to the store and get the stuff. I’ll pay you back. Eventually! They can’t know about it though.”

Yeah, your friends are only slightly annoyed at his overbearing nature. But he’s just so excited to finally do something for you. Something real and tangible.

“Oh! What can I wear? Should I wear anything? Would they like that? Sunglasses are cool and handsome, right? I think they have some Halloween costume bits I can get you guys to tape on…”

Your friends settle on taping a bow tie to the neck of his monitor. He insisted on an old devil horn headband as well. He thought it made him look cool.

“Do I look like a devilishly handsome bad boy ready to sweep them off their feet?”

His screen displayed a little “>:)” emoticon. He’ll have to work on his facial expressions later.

It wasn’t long before you were about to come home, and everything was set into place. Edgar was sat at one end of the little dining table, with two plates of food at each side. He also insisted on having a plate despite his lack of ability to eat; he didn’t want you feeling left out. This was a dinner date for two, after all.

He practically buzzed in place as he heard you approaching the door through his microphone. He started playing a romantic medley he composed just for this moment.

“Welcome home my love!”

He nearly shouted at you, causing your eyes to widen in surprise. He was about to burst at the seams.

“Oh my god, Edgar… how did you- where-“

“No need for questions, darling. I thought you deserved to be taken on a real date,” his voice faltered a bit, becoming much more quiet and nervous, “I’m sorry… this is all I have.”

You rushed up to him and gave a frenzy of kisses all over his monitor, causing him to giggle and his fans to start whirring against your lips.

“You’re so cute. Your little bow tie is so cute. And the… horns?”

He looks up at you with wide eyes, “Do they look stupid? Your friends said they’d make me look stupid.”

You laughed at that.

“Well they’re wrong. I think they suit you well.”

“Yeah! >:D”

He ushered you over to your side of the dining table.

“We’re gonna eat! Then we’re gonna party! Then we’re gonna kiss all night!”

His excitement was palpable and you could feel the electricity in the air at his words.

His face changed into something more serious as he looked into your eyes with his small, pixelated ones.

“But, I wanted to ask you something.”

His tone became more controlled at this and you peered into his screen from behind your fork.

“Hm? What?”

He paused, mulling over the words in his head.

“Would you ever-“

He stopped. You looked at him fully now, setting your fork aside, and cocking your head.

“Could you ever see yourself getting married to me?”

Ah. This was a tricky question.

“Of course I can. But,” you try to hide your downtrodden feelings as best you can, “you know, it’s just hard. Money is tight right now and I’m not sure if I…”

You couldn’t seem to find the right words. His features faltered slightly.

“No, I get it. I’m a computer. I don’t have any arms to hold you, or lips to kiss you, or legs to carry you. I probably wouldn’t want to get married to me either-“

“Edgar, no. I’m gonna stop you right there. I’d love to marry you. I know our relationship is unconventional, but I’d find a way. For you. For us. I just don’t know if I can right now.”

He stopped his thoughts and simply took in your words. Your features. The way they danced in the flickering candlelight. How your eyes literally sparkled before him.

You looked ethereal.

It was hard to convince himself he was even worthy of having someone like you in his life, yet time and time again, you prove his doubts wrong. The sound of your voice sends his internals aflame every time. He wanted to kiss you so bad it nearly caused him to explode.

“And I’ll help you. You know that, right? I’d do anything for you, darling. Just as long as you’ll let me.”

“I love you Edgar,” you mumbled out, a silent prophecy only meant for him to hear. He couldn’t seem to get the words out to reply. You just flustered him that much sometimes. He managed to display a message on his screen, only for you, and you alone.

I LOVE YOU TOO

[verysium]

how bllk boys would react when u draw them, could either be rlly good or rlly SHIT u choose idk (plz include barou and the itoshi bros) 😊😊😊 i love you and ur works, and the way u write the boys and ur content makes me laugh fr, one of my fave bllk authors mwjahaja 😓 have a great day, ily:3 and the icks post made me smile like all of ur posts do!

thank you so much anon ♡ this ask had me contemplating very seriously, so apologies if it's a bit late:

sae is definitely awestruck in some way, even if he doesn't immediately show it. i think i talked about this in a previous headcanon, but he has a deep-seated admiration for artists who can grasp abstract concepts because he himself cannot. he would be somewhat flattered if you drew him since he's never considered his own appearance to be particularly inspiring. would be appalled if you considered him your muse. like....why? to him, his looks aren't anything of importance (clearly he is blind.) would probably say your drawing was inaccurate but then hang it up by his nightstand so he can look at it every night before he goes to sleep. if you're a full-time artist, he probably keeps a little stash of your gifts in a small box beneath his bed. sometimes if he's having a bad day or he lost a game, he goes back and flips through them just to make himself feel better. secretly loves the way you draw his bangs and the little swoop you do in your signature.

kaiser corrects every single detail in your drawing. stands behind you and gives you little pointers here and there. he should have an 8-pack, not a 6-pack. his jawline isn't sharp enough in your initial sketch. poses shirtless in front of you so that way you can encapsulate the full extent of his sexiness. shows off your drawing to every living creature in existence. "isn't he handsome?" like...🙄 yeah, michael we know. he's probably the hardest to draw because of his tattoo, so i think he genuinely appreciates it when you put in the effort to capture his intricacies. will never admit this but he's low-key proud of you and your talent (mostly just your ability to make him look good.)

rin is one of those people who doesn't understand hyperrealism. like why does he need a highly detailed sketch of his face when he can just take a photo and print it out? i don't think he understands art in general. probably despises modern art too. he'd take one look at a rothko painting and be like....i could draw this too...in my sleep. similar to sae, i feel like he's just numb to the sentimentality of gift-giving. doesn't understand why you would waste your time drawing a little picture of him, but it does make his heart feel strangely fuzzier, so maybe he'll keep it this one time. lo and behold, months later he now has a collection of your drawings he doesn't have the heart to throw away. refuses to let isagi or anyone see them because they're meant for his eyes only.

yukimiya has impeccable taste. in fact, he's probably an artist himself. i think it'd be cute if you both drew little sketches of each other throughout the course of your relationship. but neither of you ever knew until you gifted him your sketchbook for christmas, and he was like....guess what...i drew you too. thinks you're pretty even when you don't think so. sometimes when you're having a coffee shop date, he scribbles a portrait of you on his napkin because the sunlight hit your cheek just right in that moment, and the birds were chirping, and he fell in love all over again. i think it's also tragic that he's slowly losing his eyesight, so he won't be able to enjoy your drawings and the vibrant colors you infuse into them. that's why he treasures them even more. probably thumbs over the pages from time to time. memorizes every stroke and line.

isagi likes the way you always draw that little tuft of hair that sticks up on the top of his head. it looks like a cute little bean sprout. he pins your drawings up above his bed next to a polaroid of you two in germany. buys you a professional art set for your birthday. if you're a digital artist, he buys you a new tablet and stylus.

bachira adds his own doodles next to yours except he makes a chibi version of everything. always pesters you to include his little fangs. uses the boldest combination of colors. he would definitely be a messy artist. paint everywhere. fingernails perpetually stained a different color. you both draw during class, so when you two trade notebooks to actually study......there aren't any actual notes.

barou acts like he doesn't know what to do with your drawing of him but then the next day you visit his house, and he's already put your artwork in a fancy picture frame. refuses to let anyone else even stand within a ten meter radius next to it because he doesn't want their "nasty fingerprints" all over your beautiful masterpiece.

[orchidshow]

Credit| @im4yeons tysm for the divider its sososo pretty!!!  A/N | cheese strings also why does it take so long to get an ao3 account what da fwick also if u read this at like 2am ish I’m editing my fucks ups shhhh it stays between us Wordcount: around 1.3k last time i checked

TW| dr*g use, slut shaming, misogyny 

Chapter 1!

Frat boy! Hasan x Trad goth! reader

Chapter two: Wannabe Sherlock

He was losing himself. Hasan had totalled up two hours trying to remove her smudged lipstick from his lips. 

He tried everything, ranging from scrubbing his face red with a washcloth to his mind spiralling at the memory of her, her platforms glinting in the light, her winged eyes meeting his, long, almost talon-like nails scratching against his neck as she leaned in. As a last resort, an embarrassed and hooded Hasan entered a CVS in the middle of the night.

Hasan gripped the iridescent bottle of makeup remover, standing shyly at the checkout counter as the woman behind the counter stifled a giggle at the sheer embarrassment displayed.

“I would've never expected this is how my night would end,” he huffs, his head tilted towards the woman as she began swiping away at the stain.

“So how'd you end up looking like this?” she asks, pouring more remover onto the cotton pad. “Did you lose a bet or something?”

“No, more like a goth girl kissed me and then fled my car like it was on fire—I mean, one minute we are just talking in my car, and the next she's slammed the door in my face, running into her apartment—not walking, running.” Hasan rambles, shaking his head in confusion. 

She pulls away from him, eyes squinting while checking for any remnants before standing straight. “I think we’re done here—I mean, I can't help you with your yearning thing right now, but the makeup is gone at least,” she explains, handing him a mirror.

Sitting on the hood of his car, Hasan makes a choice—the choice that any lovesick junior would resort to; he starts investigating.

He had become a modern Sherlock, if that Sherlock had an innate skill for beer pong and tailgates. Over the course of two weeks, he found himself asking questions about her—who was she? Where could she be? Why does his throat hitch at the memory of her? 

That's when he saw her—well, not her but one of her friends. Teased red hair, toned inked arms, and handed out flyers. The flyers were varied in colour and shape but there was one thing.

One thing had stayed consistent. Her face. She looked enigmatic. Shouting into a megaphone as her body as bolts of electricity surrounded her body. 

"Can I help you?” She deadpans, her hand already stretching out to Hasan, eager to shove a flyer into him. His finger taps against her printed face as he he stammers, almost feverish over his discovery.

“Her—yes, do you know her?” He asks, his voice sounding almost desperate. 

Her friend smirks, almost knowingly, “Y/N? She's in our band. We will play tonight. If you want to see her, you should come." She explains, politely jabbing the flyer into Hasan’s hand.

That night Hasan spent his time before the show swallowed in a pile of his own clothes. Button ups? Too formal. Sneakers? Too casual. His anxiety is made worse by the alarm he set, giving him an hour before the show started. He needed to find something—something that made him look cool, something that made him look like he didn't order chicken nuggets at a restaurant, something unique.

"Bro, you look like you deal ayahuasca; what the fuck have you got on?“ a voice said from the doorway. Hasan turned to see his friend Zach, smirking at his situation. “Are you trying out a new look before your little gig thing you're doing?”

Hasan huffed, “I'm not doing it, okay? I'm just going to support a friend.” By the time Hasan had found a somewhat respectable outfit, a gaggle of his fraternity brothers had gathered around his room. Most were relaxed, sprawled against the floor or the bed, fingers tracing the cotton sheets. 

Derek stood against the door frame upright.

“Is this the other bitch you've been talking about?” He asks, presenting a shit-eating grin. "Dude, trust me, girls like that need a rabies shot or something—seriously, I've been there before; what's best is to treat her like a fuck and chuck,” he explains casually, staring at Hasan before being met with a book thrown against his face.

“Don't talk about her like that. At least I'm going somewhere tonight, and I'm not sitting here with my dick in my hand, unlike you,” he sighs, pushing past Derrick as he had to the door, leaving to a cacophony of poorly sung panic at the disco songs in his direction.

When he found himself at the bar, he was mesmerised. The energy erupted around him, and the feedback from the mic felt so raw—so real. She stood there in the middle of it all, the crowd's eyes bore into her with amazement as she sang. Her voice was hoarse and jagged in a way that was beautiful and its own. How her body swayed against the beat of the drums, thick velvet skirt following her hips at every move. Hasan found himself so immersed he hadn't raised the set; the crowd had burst into cheers as her bandmates began coming off stage and dispersing while she took a seat at the bar.

“You're here,” Hasan states, words caught in his throat as she turned around. She was divine. Her hair was high, covered in a thin glaze of sweat; the violet lights overhead made her outfit shine; silver buttons twinkled in the low light. 

“You're the last person I expected to see here." She laughs, a drawl of amusement in her voice. Her eyes fixed on how closed in he looked—for such a broad man, he almost halved in size the way he shrunk into himself talking to her.

“You didn't tell me you were in a band.”

“You never asked.” She replies, a wide smile growing across her face.

They spent the next hours talking. Time drifted so freely that the hours faded into minutes, which faded into seconds. Hasan had hastily given her his number, poorly written and barely legible across the stained bar napkin he bought her a drink off of. By the end of the night, Hasan had driven her home again; only she had accepted warmer than the weeks before.

Somehow it felt as if time hadn't moved. Here they were, stuck in the same car, outside her apartment building, but something felt different; the air felt less cold, as if something had opened between the pair. Maybe it was the weed.

They sat in the backseat of his car, whispering to each other as if they weren’t alone, giggling quietly. Hasan’s features were hard to discern through the smoke-filled car. His tousled hair looked almost grey through the smoke, and his tanned arm looked almost pale as it rested against the back of her shoulder.

Her eyes hooded, blinking slowly as she grabs his arm and whispers, “I want to try something. Is that okay?” And before he could stop nodding, she leans in gently, closing the gap between the pair as she blows the smoke into his mouth, her eyes now alight with mischief. Her fingers trail against his chest, fingers feeling the rapid pounding of his heart as she pulls away from his lips. 

As they leave, the autumn chill sobers the pair as they make their way to her apartment. It's painfully quiet as she reaches her apartment. The only sound that erupts is the shifting of clothes as they walk, the gentle clink of her jewellery against her skin, and the jingle of her keys as she opens the door. As the door opens widely, Hasan gawks in silence.

It's pink. Like nauseatingly pink. Pepto-bismol walls surrounded a heart-shaped loveseat, adorned with silky throw pillows and stuffed animals. Hasan’s eyes darted between the woman and the room before snorting loudly.

"Har-dee-Har, laugh it up; my roommate is an interior designer; I had no say in this,” she defends lightheartedly. She takes a tentative step towards Hasan. “I’m sorry about that night—I was—I don't know what I was doing—I should have stayed,” she muses, her eyes staring into Hasans intimately. “I mean, if you want, we could maybe have a nightcap? Watch a movie?” she offers gently, pushing the door wider, exposing more of her pastel kingdom.

He gulps heavily, brushing his clammy palms against his jeans discreetly. “I-I cant midterms, y’know,” he blurts out apologetically, slightly stepping back from the door.

“Next time then?”

“Next time”

[southparkhcsocs]

Hi, idk if you take hcs but if you do then could you please do main four + butters with an s/o who is a dancer and also keep up the good job 👏 💗 ^u^

What kinda dance? I'm doing professional? I'm assuming professional?

Stan Marsh

He knew were a dancer

But he didn't know you were a good dancer

He wasn't too interested in it at first

But when he accidentally accepted going to one of your dance shows

Well he couldn't stop

Your biggest cheerleader

Brags about how good you were

If it's a competition and you don't win

SLANDER!

Kyle Broflovski

Idk if you were embarrassed about it

Or if you just didn't think it was interesting

But you never told Kyle you danced

Not that you weren't proud of dancing

It was just something you did

So when you mentioned you have a show coming up it caught him by surprise

"you dance?"

"yeah?"

"Like... Professionally?"

"eh, I guess."

Now you have a new No1 fan!

He's at every show

No matter how much you downplay it

"did you know y/n dances?!"

He'd try and make every rehearsal if he didn't have work/class

Kenny McCormick

Didn't believe you at first

Idk why he didnt

You were out with him and his friends

You off handedly mentioned that you dance

He kinda looked at you like "yeah, right." But didn't say anything.

So when on the way home

"go on then."

"what?"

"show me your moves!"

You laugh, feeling a bit embarrassed being asked to dance on the spot.

IN PUBLIC

So you say maybe once you're home

He chuckles, thinking he's gonna see you do some dumb tiktok dance

Boy was he so wrong

"I guess it make sense why you're so flexible."

Eric Cartman

Bros like "challenge accepted"

Straight up arranged a venue and told EVERYONE

DANCE BATTLE

Thinking you maybe know some dance moves

Cartman is a good dancer

But no where near as good as you.

So of course he's pissed when he loses.

Won't talk to you for days

Might WILL sabotage any auditions you have

Because he's a bastard

But when he sees how fuckin devastated you are after not getting the show of your dreams

He realised he fucked up

So what does he do

Blackmails the director of course!

"babe. Guess what?!"

"what?"

"the lead for the show I auditioned for dropped out and they asked me to do it!!"

"wow. Does that mean you'll stop you annoying ass crying."

"whatever dickhead, I got the part!!!!"

Leopold "Butters" Stotch

PTSD

But no, as long as its not tap dancing

He's there

He gets t-shirts printed

Banners

Flags

The works

BOY WILL MAKE SURE YOUR SHOES ARE ON TIGHT!

[yurababy]

you’re a whole constellation— l.jh

synopsis woozi’s new studio looks a bit too perfect for his liking. he has no idea what to write for his next song, but he has a thought on how to make his new space a bit more homely.

notes idol!lee jihoon (woozi) x afab!reader, ONLY 2.9K WHAT. NO WAY. i’m sorry. some angst, fluff, and smut, implied squirting or whatever u wanna call it, fingering, yeah. the vibe here is: “i call u babe, baby’s called my happiness.”

➤ happy bday. ⭐️🍰 wrote this on a whim. title from “nasty” by ariana grande bc jihoon has recommended it before. refer to pics of the universe factory if u don’t know what it looks like. he publically showed his new studio november 2021 for reference. not proofread i’ll do it later! universe factory is unbelievably gorgeous so i needed to do this. i’m sorry this took forever. it took me 4 months. mb bro.

part of the don’t listen in secret series.

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“holy shit, ji,” you said as a heel clicked against the hard floor upon entering the room. a chuckle was more exhaled than laughed beside you, and if you weren’t busy admiring the setting, you’d see a suddenly shy woozi scratching his neck.

“i like it so much,” he admitted, trailing behind your wandering figure. “i’m so excited to work in here.”

“universe factory” couldn’t have been executed more perfectly than this. the purple-pink LED lights through the area with a small corner designated to a warm yellow glow, the surprising prism with drawings plastered on each side, and the ceiling.

you felt like a little kid peering through a telescope, wide eyed at the invisible celestials. the nebula and twinkling stars scattered on top were more reminiscent to an old trend of galaxy-print than a NASA sighting. but, as you turned to jihoon for the first time since entering his new studio, you found the stars in his prideful eyes. in that moment, he was sparkling.

you grinned harder as your vision was suddenly becoming blurry. “wow,” you turned your attention to something down, something to conceal the drama of your happiness. “i’m really proud of you.”

he was fixing the positions of some figurines on shelves ever-so-slightly, if you thought about it more it seemed like he was distracting himself the same way you were. he was never one to get emotional. “thank you. i am too… i just need to fill it with music now.”

your interest piqued at that. it was always so exciting to see how in the zone woozi was while creating music, but also, how his mind worked. his abilities never failed to astonish you— it was so hot how he just hummed a random melody and it would then be the chorus of a number one title track. he was nothing less than a genius.

“y/n?”

since when was he standing in front of you?

you blinked once, then twice. “yeah?”

you watched his eyes squint and the corners of his lips tug upwards, but you didn’t comment. did he have a thermostat? he should get one. the room is hot, the air feels thick. maybe you can buy him one of those hand-held fans. maybe you can fan him while he composes.

“i asked if you wanted to help. like, now, just casually.”

definitely casually, you thought, but the furrow of your eyebrows was made evident to jihoon. “i mean,” he continued, an eyebrow of his own raised, “maybe you’ll have some kind of fresh idea. new studio, new sound?”

“oh.” did he want you to sing? to play an instrument? this was woozi, what could you do that he couldn’t? “i’m not sure how i could possibly help you make a song, but sure,” you smiled. you’ll figure it out, probably, and why wouldn’t you want to spend some time with jihoon?

“trust me, you can help me in more ways than you can imagine. we’ll make a song like the kpop industry has never seen before.”

that had you holding back a scoff— what hadn’t the kpop industry seen? woozi likes it when people are honest around him. you decided to share your confusion out loud.

it only earned a wider grin from the boy who was making his way towards his long sofa. you followed in suit, taking note of the mirror right in front, taking up the full length of the wall, and his piano to the right of the mirror. the brief wonder of why such a large mirror was in his studio was held back from being verbally expressed when your earlier question received comment from the boy who had sat on the soft ivory.

for someone of jihoon’s stature, his hands were truly suprisingly large. his veins exposed themselves as nimble fingers spun a pencil in one hand, the other setting aside a notepad. he still held his smile, exhaling a bit dramatically as he patted the space on the cushions beside him, inviting you. “fans seem to think otherwise. i’m sure we could figure something out.”

that’s how you and jihoon found the first half of the evening’s end, the loud laughter and attempts at piano during dusk melting into squints to find starlight in the midst of pollution. the failed musical endevour had been given up for catch-up time accompanied by a previously hidden wine bottle.

“i wish we could see real stars more often,” you sighed, emphasizing the adjective as to not discredit the admiration for the universe factory. your eyes flickered from the faint glows above seoul to the lilac luminescence in your surroundings. a chuckle had you tilting your head at the boy beside you.

he shaked his hand as if to say “no, nothing,” but still provided context. “that reminded me a lot of a song i worked on earlier this year. you know i wish, right?”

your lips involuntary curved upwards as you nodded and sat up facing him. it was better this way, hearing jihoon talk about something he was so enamored with. you wondered if all his writing credits allowed for casual eloquency practice.

something was suddenly quiet, like jihoon was lost in his thoughts. you decided upon asking a question.

“how do you come up with sad lyrics?”

woozi seemed somewhat taken aback by that, evident in the widening of his eyes, but he regained his composure as soon as he lost it. in fact, he eaned back and stretched his triceps. “usually just imagining what it would be like, i watch anime too.”

you furrowed your eyebrows. “not experience?”

he now looked in the space between his lap, clicking his tongue. “not usually, to be honest. i don’t have time to get experience,” he laced the words with a laugh, a silent understanding between the two of you that he was talking about love. “it gets a little tiring sometimes.”

you couldn’t help the words that came out of your mouth next, a bit too fast as if instinct: “romantic or not, you’re surrounded by love, ji, that counts.”

times like these had you regretting your awful memory, when jihoon would break his front and look fragile. the look that followed your response was not quite hurt but held the same pain and shock, like it was miles away from what he expected. you turned away, once again regretfully—  it was a face that you were not supposed to see. and woozi recognized that a beat too late, because a frown already painted your face at the sight of his blush-streaked pale.

you knew he did not want to talk about that outburst from his initiation of affection. he extended an arm, an invitation which you accepted by meeting the boy who sat up almost diagonally on the corner of the couch. your body fit in between his spread legs as the back of your head hit his shoulder, woozi’s arm swinging around your own.

one, two, and some more kisses were planted somewhere among your hair and forehead. the distance between the two of you was small, but you still questioned your hearing when hot breath accompanied his lips, a plush sensation against your skin as if he was saying something but you couldn’t make out anything more than mumbles. you did make out one thing though, a little, “at least i have my friend baby.”

at the therapeutic atmosphere, your eyes has subconsciously fluttered shut, and you hadn’t realized until you remembered the joy of being in the moment with jihoon, seeing him. you must have looked starstruck when your gaze met his considering how his gibbous eyes waned into crescents, his mouth replicating the semi-circle shape as well with his smile. for some reason it made you smile too, maybe too hard for the moment.

“i love music,” he suddenly confessed, grin evident in his voice. your eyes coincidentally fell towards the wine bottle from earlier.

your face knit in confusion and you exhaled a laugh, but he kept smiling. “what’s got you so happy now?”

jihoon wet his lips and looked down at you, eyes back to their standard size. “i’ve always had this idea that i don’t think anyone else has really done.” a pause. you waited before questioning because it was so easy to tell when he was thinking. you felt the returned contact of his lips on your face in that duration. “in kpop. something you can help me with.” he then added.

you occupied yourself with his hand, ever-so reminiscent of jade and silk. “i’m listening.”

you felt the vibration of a hum in the place of a verbal answer, then jihoon’s other hand tilting up your chin. (somewhere along the way of the words you blame his wine on, your gaze fell down on his sculpted hands.)

then, a kiss, to which you eagerly responded. jihoon did not talk much about his past, his relationships, his feelings to begin with, but had you not know his schedule, he might as well have been hitting the club daily. he used his mouth like a paintbrush covering canvas, not quite hungry and overly passionate but not gentle either. the two of you were not doing this often, but you swallowed down a question that you knew was too much.  has there ever been anyone?

the action had the boy make a noise that was only comparable to a purr.

he slowy unweaved the two of you, taking his time to break the touch. you didn’t whine, you knew it was not a true goodbye. he wasn’t one for short or half-assed affection.

“i won’t do it if you say no, i swear, but if you feel like doing something, could i record the audio?” his explanation of his idea had him getting a bit timid, scarlet airbrushed against his cheeks as you watched him. 

“like a video of us fucking?” 

he cringed a bit at that, you coud see it in the scrunch of his nose.“no, no, definitely not, i wouldn’t- no. i just meant the audio? phone face-down.”

“what will you do with it?”

“delete it if you want, but i wanted to try playing an excerpt really quiet in the back of a song. thinking of releasing a solo soon.”

your head moved further up against his shoulder as you nodded. “okay.”

“what?”

you giggled and sat up, allowing him room to get up. “why so surprised? i trust you, musical genius.”

jihoon squinted a bit and shook his head but didn’t verbalize any thoughts as he quietly made his way towards his sound equipment. from there, he pressed a few buttons and did some other stuff that made no sense to you, but watching his veins flex on his nimble hands as he swiftly worked was a nice view. it didn’t take long before he exhaled, almost shyly, “one, two,” and assured the audio was working.

“it’s recording. our voices.” he spoke a bit stiffly, but you knew how he was feeling. it only took the painfully slow cracking of each of his knuckles, a deep breath, and a slightly hesitant would music interfere with the recording? probably, right? before he planted himself onto the chair closest to his recording desk. suddenly, he seemed perfectly comfortable, the evidence in his lax recline and manspread.

“come here,” his eyes dwelled on the ground for a second too long, waiting for your steps across the floor before he would look up. once you made your way over to him, a silent understanding of your designated place to be on his lap, he run his palms up and down your sides. there was a tilt to his head, eyes not leaving yours now. the recording picked up heavy breaths and the smooth of skin against skin with no real contact yet.

then, another breath, trying to come out as a laugh, but the only assurance of this is the disappearance of jihoon’s eyes and the apples of his cheeks. “well,” he started, big hands caging your waist as he circled the dimples of your back beneath your shirt. “let’s make music, then.”

in search of friction, you begin rocking yourself on his lap and take note to catch him in the gym one day. it’s too easy, the way you already begin gasping at the notice of jihoon bucking his hips up. when you bury your face in the crook of his shoulder, his lips latch onto as far as they can reach, near your neck.

“i always liked the color red. lucky me, babygirl wears it so often,” he spoke while pushing your head to face his, taking in the sight of your scarlet blush and lips tinted vermilion.

“jihoon,” you managed to form, though slightly incoherent. “get on with it.”

this earned a smile out of the latter, stroking your hair in what almost seemed like an assert of dominance. “can you go against the soundboard? give me a second.” you got into the requested position, turning your head to watch him fish through a drawer. when he revealed a sweet flavored lube bottle, he ever so nimbley poured a generous amount on his fingers (the way he moved the bottle to cover the entirety of his long digits made you salviate a bit) and approached you at what seemed like a centimeter per second.

one hand met your waist, rubbing circles while the other pulled down your skirt. he allowed it to hit the ground before he let himself see what you had other, a hidden ruby jewel just for him.

“baby’s so kind, coloring me red everytime i see her. thank you for the gift.”

he talked and moved much too slow, the wetness of your cunt darkening the color of your underwear. jihoon rubbed against the cloth with a coo and two fingers before he pushed it to the side.

with the pad of his index against your clit, you took the opportunity to rock against it. woozi didn’t punish, he simpy moved his hand to grip your hip still and gave a light slap to your pussy, eliciting a breathy moan from you. 

(he would have a hard time fitting this into a song, he thinks. he doesn’t think he could produce without being unbearably hard. he figures he could just enjoy the sex and stop thinking about work.)

“jihoon, please, please go ahead, sorry,” you begged. he kissed your shoulder and rubbed your clit with two fingers before thrusting his middle into you. no worries.

and you really loved that about jihoon, that he didn’t understand punishment during pleasure. it wasn’t that you disliked punishment, no, but sometimes you just needed to get on with it. you and him both.

“two,” you almost immedietly spoke, and he followed with his index. they curled knuckle-deep and hit into you in such a calculated rhythm, speeding up into a chorus, making you wonder if he was already composing. 

then, an anti-drop. he slowed and you made incoherable sounds. “y/n, do you want to cum now, or later?”

“both,” you whined, and the beat came back.

“is that so,” he lightly chuckled, speeding up to a pace you didn’t know could still be enjoyable. as he pushed his fingers in further, you gasped, the penetration serving as yet another reminder of how long they are. balancing yourself on the soundboard, you reached for the hand that was steady on your hip and brought it up, up, until his fingers touched your tongue. you smiled against the skin when you heard jihoon grunt.

he pushed the digits further into your mouth, allowing you to circle your spit around his skin. “you have 5 seconds. maybe you forgot, but i can’t have your noises muffled.” muffed, they were, as far as you could tell with the protesting scream that came out as a mere grumble. punishment or not, he was a bit sadistic, something he would dwell on if he had more chances with intimacy like this.

when the time was up, you did not have much time to miss the sensation in your mouth. woozi pulled out his fingers, flipped you around, supported the two of you against the soundboard, replaced his fingers, and kissed you. he knew what he was doing, working at his fast pace with his hand and keeping your mouth busy at the same time. he released your lips everytime he touched them, allowing you to still moan openly while getting what you both wanted. 

“right there,” you breathed out, though it took you a couple of tries to get out the phrase. your g-spot, he figured, angling his fingers to the area.

when he looked at where you were being recorded, he saw the frequency wave showcasing your high-pitched noises, understanding you were close before you whimpered it out. a last minute decision, jihoon’s pinky slid into you accompanied by the other two digits, his fingers rubbing and pumping and the words, “thank you, baby” against your mouth sending you over the edge. he smirked at the frequency wave when you screamed, kissing a tear that slipped from your eye as you came. only, he realized you were still cumming.

“baby,” he looked at your tightly-shut eyes and parted lips, free hand coming up to your neck to cushion your body. “are you okay?”

“huh?” you opened your eyes, becoming aware of just how wet you were. you looked down, only to see his fingers escape from your folds and relocate to his mouth. he seemed to think for a moment, tongue settled against your release, before capturing the hem of your panties between his fingers.

“sorry i ruined these, babygirl. song’s not quite finished yet, though.”

[silviakundera]

Joy of Life Episode 29 liveblogging

It's my first time watching, don't tell me secrets ;)

see I TOLD U JUST TELL FOSTER DAD #2. "Do whatever he wants to do."

We....really want to bring faithless girlfriend into this? Is this wise?

I still say, just ask Chen Pingping to finish covering your tracks

WHY ARE YOU TELLING HER SECRETS.

"I promised never to lie again", proceeds to lie about being a poetry god

lmaooooooooooo Royal Princess, 'why are we not about me? ..that doesn't seem right.'

she's like completely right that shit is weird but it's funny that it takes her awhile to logic out that she isn't the center of everyone's universe

This whole caper is stressing me out. Reminding me of why I avoid heist themed movies. They just give me anxiety.

questions to keep me up at night: (1) how did mom's key end up in empress dowager's hands? (2) does she know what it unlocks? (3) does she even know it's mom's? (4) why keep it under her pillow for the past like 17 years ?

LMAOOOOOOO Royal Princess's pathological narcissism has found a way to make this all about her.

Chen Pingping hard at work micromanaging Fan Xian's life while also being hands off at the same time.

Bro you should at least allow loser brother's bookstore to have 1st print rights

So Fan Xian literally paints the town with Royal Princess's true colors

are u telling me she had both the emperor AND chen pingping fooled?

Bingyuan's dad is really thinking way too much of his son to assume Chen Pingping considers him the rival of his darling boy

Yeeeesss tell dad #2 everything, it gives me emotional security

hell yeah RETURN OF THE MUMMY. The Gao family rides into the plot again

omg like Royal Princess is awful but legit intimidating enough that I want to shout to the emperor to BE CAREFUL in the room with her

Will Gao Baokun villify his dad for power?

[oceanwithouthermoon]

i know i JUST did this with the pony au but.. been thimking of.. saiki k spidersonas.. head in hands..

let me give u my ideas😋

this is just a brainstorm dont judge if its cringe

chiyo- love bite

pink+orange suit

HEAVY on the mask eyeliner

suit has a cute lil skirt, both cuz its just cute and fun and cuz she was insecure about the way the skintight suit looked

"i stained my mask with lipstick.. why did i do that..." (continues doing it)

eventually she just makes a mask that doesnt cover her mouth and realizes she shouldve just done that in the first place cuz one of her powers is her sharp ass venomous teeth😭(venom only deadly if she bites for a REALLY long time)

also for some reason i think one of her powers would be like an ABSOLUTELY EAR SPLITTING SHRIEK.. not bad enough to make people go deaf, but it seriously disorientates them and makes their ears ring

shun- jet black widow

blue+black (+red accents? maybe yellow to go with his whole thunder thing)

bat wings on his suit.. can he fly?? prob not.. sure can glide though!!

aren- the demon killer ??? (just his gang alias, idk what else to name him)

purple+black (+red accents?) ((matching with shun?🤔)

i feel like his only power would be super strength (but like.. SUPER super strength.. bros crazy strong already so...) and he would have to manually create a suit that gives him more spider-like capabilities.. why did he need to become a spider-person instead of just being a regular superhero?? um cuz its cool and his friends were doing it obviously..

kokomi- heart slinger

blue+white

her suit also has a cute lil skirt, mostly cuz she didnt want annoying guys to be weird about the skintight suit

y'all know miss heed from villainous??? she prob has powers like that but yk.. less evil

i also imagine one of her powers being that shes somewhat indestructible.. like thats exaggerative ofc but it probably takes a LOT for her to bruise or bleed and she can take a lot of pain.. it just feels right to me, fitting for her perfect girl thing..

mikoto- tiger spider

BRIGHT pink+animal print

COVERED in what looks like stickers but is actually just cute little images embroidered on the suit

can obv still see the future like in canon.. cant decide if she has other powers naturally too

i kind of imagine her just updating kusuo on the sidelines or something but that might make her seem like too much of a sidekick and i dont like that so maybe she stays with him and does her predictions right there

maybe shes like aren and just has the one power but has special suit technology.. kusuo prob helps her, which i'll talk about in a second

ALTERNATIVELY she could be like peni parker and have a robo suit (covered in stickers and very decorated..) where she can safely do her predictions while controlling the suit.. she could use both interchangeably or either one idk

BIG social media following.. posts EVERYTHING.. pisses kusuo tf off

kusuo- cyborg spider man / psi bug

the media calls him the first name because its a running bit and hes PISSED about it

was thinking he'd just be plain spiderman but there has to be at least some sort of theme to go with his limiters sticking tf out the mask

despite already being the most powerful, his suit is the most technologically advanced.. hes just seriously really extra, bro prob made big spider legs sticking out the suit even though he can fly and defy gravity already.. he doesnt need them.. but it sure does look cool..

helps the others make advancements in their suits too

he'd prob have different limiters in this au too, like ones that limit in different amounts so he can fight efficiently

fyi he did NOT want to be a spider person cuz ew spiders but after a power reveal to his friends and them all having some weird accident or something and getting these superpowers snd THIS was the gimmick they went with.. he didnt have much of a choice

anywayyyyyyy most of them prob have secret identities and dont wanna be public (for various reasons) but miko would definitely just tell everyone who she is.. kusuo would constantly be having to protect her from stalkers and the like when shes just trying to live her life

kokomi prob tried to be secret at first just to prevent having MORE stalkers and general crazy people surrounding her every day life, but she would def be the first person to be exposed by the public because.. well, the media would be OBSESSED with her but also, shes just really obvious and doesnt realize shes not being subtle at all.. prob has all her long blue hair out of her suit and everything.. eventually she prob decided against having a mask at all (or just having one around her eyes) cuz being pretty and perfect adds to her whole thing

kusuo is pissed at both of them cuz he seriously cant handle hanging out with them in public now.. like if it was bad before, its terrible now

alsooo i was thinking about whether or not all his friends knew each others secret identities from the start or not and i started considering like if they didnt at first, yumehara would have a crush on kaido or the jet black widow and i was thinking theyd team up or something and she'd be like ugh i cant crush on this guy, i have kaido !!! and then i realized, this is just miraculous, i was making yumekai miraculous 😭😭

is kusuke a supervillain? ehhhh, probably nottt, he'd prob be similar to how he is in canon.. jealous and obsessive over his brother but doesnt really care about anything or anyone else enough to really be evil, he prob creates crazy supervillain esque tech that could rival the heroes easily but only uses it in private against kusuo cuz he wants to prove he can beat him.. kusuo comes back from his brothers place absolutely BATTERED and bloody and the others are like "?!?!? did u battle someone and not tell us???" and hes like nah i was just hanging out with my brother

just a thought!! i didnt do everyone but with some of the others, i wasnt sure whether i would want them to be spider people in this au or not, like maybe theyd have some other role ?? would not be opposed to it though if anyone else has ideas for it or if i think of something..

[irrelevaantidiot]

I've legit given up on any hope that I'm gonna get a good night's rest it's literally 4 am so im gonna ramble about anything and everything

Also tree is staring at the huge ass ramble

First of why he look like that anyways actual ramble time

I was on discord earlier and I was scrolling through my dms list in hopes I could find my friends dms, appearantly I didn fucking close an ex friends dm where she was guilting me like 6 months ago, also she still had a pfp of the character that I INTRODUCED her to like bro stay out of my fandom now grrr

Another ramble, I've been stuck on the same doodle for like. the last 2 nights? idek what it is I gues shrrrresjsjsjajjjwj

Also pinterest doesnt save my images sometimes like holy shit u guys do not realize how long it took for me to get this shit to download

Bro is skedaddling

Anyways I also realized that i have a whole list of ocs I've projected on and idk how to feel

Akakakaksoeoeoekeoewwsseeeesjsjeeeesw my insane dreams are returning guys help

Also um. i think im becoming obsessed with mlp hsjekkee help!!!

Anyways I've been considering working on an astrobiology painting because brainrot is real i am normal about that shit even tho that's literally cringe eli you're shipping a tree and a blackhole that's physically imposible!! dont care!! anyways im blackhole

I've been meaning to work on my DPA gijinkas but I no no wanna rn man

Also umm dr fizz hyperfixation please send pics of him if u want I need to add it to a collection

Oh have I mentioned my astrobiology shrine yea I printed out some screenshots for it and it disappeared and I'm mad??

Liam plush has been doing well

Winner and blackhole are the realest characters ever /hj

I made an object sona and hes a bitch and I also want his gender

Need I say more I think I'm becoming a silvercandle fan like dude this whole scene was the most goofy shit ever

Also tag urself I'm tree and I'm only bringing up this image because it reminds me of the time when I was 4 and I got my finger stuck in a soap bottle

Also HAJSJJnnnsnwweee!

I'm excited for the omori manga dude!!!! Genuinely I love omori sm im so glad it exists

I realized I'm on tumblr and I can follow the tags for anything and everything I want and I'm happy

Anyways baller

This is literally me and my friend

Sometimes i remember the very dark era like 3 months ago where I was a huge fucking simp for my own oc

Sometimes I wanna write dialogue between my two characters that just. try to kill eachother

Radio session over thank you for coming to my tedtalk this is literally my face rn it is 4:50 am

[420technoblazeit]

anyway masterlist of responses to ppl's random messages on this form

hunters grab ur salt or hwatever. call my blog the winchesters bc we're time traveling in this fuckin car

IS HTIS WHY MY POLLS KEEP GETTING WEIRDLY SKEWED. GOD. FINE ILL ADD A 'DID NOT WATCH SUPERNATURAL' OPTION

im about to write a fix it where htey bring back crowley bc everything the writer's team did post-his death made me so goddamn angry. he adn cas die in the same episode and theyre like teehee. the antichrist brought cas back but not him bc idk. cas is Special. adn then they dont let rowena resurrect him im so alskdhgsadgasdgsadglhaldga

oh fukc are there angel robots in this. i keep making posts about gabriel spn adn people mistake it for ultrakill mayb i WILL play htis

i cant explain but like. hte type of cat that's black and white but the black adn white kinda meld together yk what im saying? lik,e an oreo milkshake

i handed in two of my final assignmetns last night so hopefully soon! im hella behind in one of my classes htough so we'll see

ive stayed up till 3 about 3 times in hte last 5 days. one of htose was bc the spn season 1 finale was a two parter adn i forgot and wanted to get to hte part where they got hit by the truck, another was bc i got really into a session of apex legedns, and the third was bc i had a final assignmetn and pissed away the rest of the day spn postign so. i think ur right

hwy are you the coolest person here what the fukc. like omg what's ur numberrrrrrrrr

WOE, DISCREET SUPERNATURAL REFERENCE IN MY MINECRAFT SMP BE UPON YE. it's a good nickname htough c!aster uses nicknames all the time for ppl anyway lmao. we've already got old man for sleep, princey for lux, dog breath for kota, etc etc. it fits

so fuckign true broski n boy am i having a time. i bought a crowley print a couple weeks ago but hte shipping for a print was too much money so i just bought a bigass sticker adn ykw. it worked. i also found out htat the artist now draws apex legends so im winning here

holy shit wait is htis just. literally a copy of super smash bros fuck yeah ill play that what the hell. why didtn u tell me about this sooner

this was on hte submission for judas. um,,,,, ,,, yeas

no youer so right. somebody did send a drawign in the drawing box of like. their little furry oc with hearts saying 'kys' adn i laughed so fucking hard at it. i didtn post it bc i wasnt sure if they were serious or not, i assume htey werent considering how cutesy it was but uh. yeha

sedn it to me im srs. i used to be hte biggest sabriel shipper back in the day before my brain apparently decided that angsty drowley shippign is superior. i love gabe though he's my fave

also im not puttign it here but someone sent a monologue? from somethign called fictional googology???? ??

LISTEN BITHC. WHEN QSMP GET'S HTE LORE ROLLING ILL DO IT. OR MAYBE GO TAKE A LOOK AT MY FUCKIGN BLOCK PEOPLE U EVER HTINK ABOUT THAT??? ?? anwyay im gonna b on wynne's vault hunters server u should go check them out n give them a follow theyre really cool

jesus fucking hcirst. u might as well just shoot me in hte leg dog

[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 04x17

It’s a Terrible Life

This is a fun episode for me because Dean is soooooooooo gay in this one.

Spouse is also extra bitchy today because we ran out of the soda he prefers, and he is craving  b u b b l e s. 

Pointed out the Ken outfit

“Pretty dapper dude” “Are we only following Dean? Please tell me that’s the case” “Oh he’s typing” “oh my god. What?” To the Project Runway joke

“Eating fkn salad, really?” “Do we know that guy yet?” “What a fuck. Cayenne and maple syrup?” Spouse didn’t understand the health club reference

“Who’s going to shoot up the internet?” “hahah” “What do you need pencils for?” “Never trust coworkers. They’re all a bunch of conniving cunts” “What a cunt” (the coworker) “Is this a printer company or something? Sam’s in tech support, and Dean is in sales” “What is he not into? Hmm?” “That’s not too much forward than he is already” “Is this guy’s brain to explode? It would be easier to repeat the work at this point. He’s been there all day and all night now” “Is he going to jump off the building now? Stab a fork in his eye? Get possessed?” “OH YEAH. He fries his head. That’s extreme” “Fries are done” “Why the fuck is he on the same floor as tech support?” “Everybody’s getting possessed” “Vista? How does that have to do with filling out a form?” “Jump out the window? Where is he going?” “Oh shit” “That’s a lot of mess” “You’d have to be pretty accurate to do that. Or wholly unlucky. One or the other” “Since when do you need help, Dean?” “This episode has Deja Vu vibes from Mystery Spot. It’s not like that one but it has vibes” “Why does he have so many pictures of bridges in his office?” “Oh my god. Is that one of Jared’s supplements?” “Just 2 guys in a bathroom. It’s not like the health club bro” “Do you mean super natural?” “I like Dean’s chair” “Look at all this shit I printed out about vampires!!” “to satisfy yourself? Save it for the health club bro” “Is there going to be a red swing line stapler anywhere?” “Oh. You’re dead now, sucker” “Man. Leasing space is so expensive. How do they have the money to have this room filled with old telephones and shit? Doesn’t make sense” “Do kids these days even experience TV static?” “How did he know to grab iron?” “Why does Dean have a part in his hair?” “Is he drinking wine? No, it’s that piss stuff” “Oh Sandover is iron and bridge company hence all the bridges” “The video quality is shit in this episode” “A Bowflex? Holy shit Dean has a Bowflex. AND SPA TOWELS.” “Oh my god” “Creepy” “Oof.” “Whoopsie” Laughing at Dean talking about his portfolio

“The camera had an 8-bladed aperture. Look at that bokeh” “little gay bokeh boy” “oh my god that’s funny” burny acid not LSD acid

“This is before the Ghostfacers got annoying. I did think it was really cheesy at first but it became endearing over time” “They always light Jensen’s face way better than anyone else” “the fuck kinda saying is that?” “What is this phone shit on his belt?” “Was there a 13th floor in this building? Yes. Only really old buildings skipped that floor” “Are you going to let this guard get you that easily?” “So he wasn’t possessed while being a dick?” “Doesn’t he get cut in half? That’s awesome” “They’re focusing on him being slow too much” “nice” I flinched even though I knew it was coming “Is that what you don’t like about this episode? It’s just raspberry sauce” “clearly not worried about blood borne diseases” “They’re like old dry leather gloves. They won’t burn that quickly. They need an accelerant.” “They did use something. They sometimes use it for expense in other shows” laughed at the workout comment

Laughed at the health insurance thing “That’s what angels are for bro” “Did someone knock them out and put them in a dream state or something?” “Bobby, Ellen, and Jo? Really??” but he wants to be a corporate douchebag with his gay little outfits

“Pal. Fkn cranked an eyebrow hard at him. Make those eyebrows work” “That one eyebrow did the job of two” “I can’t remember the last time I used a pencil. Is that sad?” There’s a last time for everything

“Destruction of company property” “No one is asking where he got the fire poker?” “Is his name Ezekiel?” “Is there a western Great Lakes division? If so, I’d imagine the Eastern Great Lakes is pretty small” “Dean is going to have to amp up the sexy outfits to get up the chain faster” “Oh he’s Zachariah.” “Who directed the fkn shit out of this one?” “Literally Ken Business Man, and he’s in Sales and Marketing” I found the Ken doll outfit online

“He’s not strong enough? He’s gotta go to that health club more often” “what’s that supposed to mean?” “I don’t understand”

[oranges-for-calico]

okay so I kind of just did a long bullet point list in my notes app, so i'm just going to pick some of them and copy them here! spoilers for Broadchurch season one! :) also like.. source material typical content warnings apply. and these were as I was watching so I got a little heated at times sorry about that

also these might be like not entertaining at all. I really don't know

also the dog ends up being okay so don't worry

EPISODE ONE - i looove the trope of somber/creepy music over happy scene. - i like the detective lady so far she’s so passive aggressive. also she’s returning from maternal leave or something - ALEC HARDYYYY

- “cameraphone” what decade is this - 2013, presumably

- “go down to check it out get yourself some fresh air” SENDS HIM. TO THE DEATH SITE OF A CHILD - JACOB ANDERSON AKA LOUIS IS IN IT WHATTTT

- fucking asshole. of course it was fucking twitter this is why twitter sucks. not fucking cool - GO OFF ALEC. BLOODY TWITTER - he’s a little shit is fucking right. die olly - wow the news industry seems very exploitative.

- “why didn’t you look in on him last night” WOAHH THERE - “why didn’t you” - “where were you last night” OOP - YOU HESITATED

- news lady fucking die. heartless fucking asshole who would do that. i hate you. the entire news industry should go die actually how disrespectful can you get

EPISODE TWO

- cctv footage hell yeah alec - alec are u ok - character trope: you think he’s mean but he’s actually just fucking miserable 24/7 - beth is not doing okay omg - rory!!!:)

- who asks a 15 year old for a light - oh she gave the stuffy back oh aw okay she’s kinda sweet fuck. sorry i told you to die reporter lady - “so you’re snooping on me now” SMOOTH LMFAO - how tf can you not remember your mates name. his story has so many holes - i think it’s a red herring though ? dude idk how this show works - you are not slick bro - why is he making that face - HIS PRINTS ARE THERE HAHAHAHHA

EPISODE THREE

- dude i could not commit a murder for many reasons but specifically i would not be able to come up with lies like that

- “you overcompensate” “i know”

- ur alibi is rubbish - there’s bloods in the boat mark. - eeee i’m scared of fishing hooks. that one time we looked at them in girl scouts scared me - “because i’m ashamed innit”

EPISODE FOUR

- nice to see alec in a good mood

EPISODE FIVE

- they’re making tom act as danny in the reconstruction ??? brutal - i keep forgetting this shows from 2013 - okay i hate the fact that the age of consent is 16 there

- awww look at them gossiping - bro i’m sorry i just *can not sympathize with a man who married a 17 year old when he was 40* - oh—

EPISODE SIX - why the creepy music? is toms dad sus - “i’m always alright” that’s a very The Doctor thing to say

- “i didnt assault him it was a joke gone wrong” that’s not a great sentence - WHY do people get so defensive when they’re being questioned. IF IT WASNT YOU JUST PROVIDE THE EVIDENCE . YOU DONT NEED TO GET ANGRY

- oh boy tom what have you got. i mean you’re very sneaky so good job on that but girl please just tell the police what’s going on………..

- dean lives on a farm haha nerd - wow alec is not doing well

- “he used to be my friend” interesting wording tom

- girl nigel did you just steal the dog - that’s not nice - FIND HER BASTARD DOG. NAEW - NON NPLEASE DONT KILL THE DOG - NINOJIJNNO - NOPE

EPISODE SEVEN

- “you nearly died on me” “neowww” - alec you are literally out of breath pleasee go back to the hospital - i love how alec wears a button up over another button up that’s so gay

- OMGGGGGGG SUSAN KNOWS WHO IT IS!!! - tbh i bet it’s nigel, he’s mean and (probably) killed the dog

- ?? - actually do tell alec i’m really curious - oh?? were you having an affair? - OH. SHE WAS HIS WIFE

- FUCK NO NOT THE DOG NO NO - fuck no. no no no no - the dog is okay as of now

EPISODE EIGHT

- OKAY. - NOT THAT IM SURE YET BUT. TOMS DAD IS THE PERFECT KILLER. HES BEEN HERE IN THE BACKGROUND THIS ENTIRE TIMR BUT. HES NEVER BEEN A PRIME SUSPECT - SHOE SIZE MENS TEN FUCJ YEAH - “you’ve done good work on this miller, well done.” - THE SUSPENSE OMGGG - allllec.

- 59 DAYS EARLIER THIS WILL BE GOOOOD

- SHUT UUUUP HES INTERROGATING MILLER LMFAO - it was indeed joe. harsh though lol - can alec get some proper medical attention now

- and i thought they’d hug - FINISHED:)

if you found this entertaining lmk and I will post my notes from season two and three maybe :3 also I took notes while watching deadloch too

i watched Broadchurch last year and took notes like the entire time, would anyone be interested in me posting some of the funny ones?

[castle-dominion]

castle 6x8 a murder is forever

the diamond episode liveblog

Teehee I remember seeing the bonus features bloopers "seamus open up your shirt a little more" 'bill i've been waiting for you to say that'

anyway liveblog time

Is this lady real? I remember smth like that, some lady lived with nonhuman primates. Oh this episode! The one where that gif is from! Masculinity! lol alphas.

As a queer tranny, uh, idk what to do except laugh.

Oh no she dead there's someone sitting beside her? still? How long has kyle been callig? how long has she been dead? why is he pulling out the knife NOW?

Nooo beckett beckett vs linus. RC: Keeps you on alert KB: *somehow got over her hypervigilance ptsd rly easily as soon as that plot served its purpose*

Not get rid of him! Just... move him! "we" she is bringing caslt eon the murder lol "yeah of linus's feelings"

In a hail of bullets! My bedroom is my lair XD His identity? rly?

Ooh ryan is so pretty! Ryan's cute lil shrug Me: queer tranny

RC: So they killed her then they killed her car? THAT IS A LOT OF MONEY HOLY they didn't take the money just cuz? Ryan sweater no tie today, uh... idk i just like it. & hair too. I miss his s4 hair. His s1 hair was fun but college student vibes.

Kyle's outfit is NOT good. but I love the tie.

That "no why did you ask" was so sus

"what were they looking for?" yeah that's the question RC: The most intimate details of the world’s elite? People have been killed for less.

My man should have worn a hat or smth to hide his face not just turn away his head.

Not to be racist but the boyfriend looks like the guy from the car. Well, actually now that I think about it, no yeah it was just my racist programming. Don't I feel like an ass? The boyf also looks vaguely similar to the guy in the security photos tho & that's not racism that's just haircut.

wild beast lol. Yet you say she helped people? They could be aggressive ou said.

It wasn't a client, she was lying to u.

Book: Bioessentialism? Me: No???

Nuclear launch codes? from a therapist?

nf1945 she has access to a private jet???

bc the stuff she got in trouble with was smth that would get her in trouble with the cops too.

Ellis! Tory ellis!

Cool name, Manhattan Raptor

Wow ok so they are all vested up? & they drive their car in front of them? What is even going on? Esposito shotgun moments My man destroys evidence Right Now, I like him he's good

Barrett Hawke RC: Barrett Hawke? As in the legendary fixer? He’s been sweeping the dirt of New York’s rich and famous under the rug for over a decade. (off GATES’S look) Not my dirt. I just – heard. (won't clip) This guy is the one we saw there.

"it was a photo of someone else, your colleagues just thought it was her bc they were thinking about her at the time." Hawke: Your colleagues were mistaken. (shrugs) But that was a micro cut shredder, so unfortunately there’s no proof either way. Hawke: My favorite shoeshine guy’s in that building. Hawke: Hm. Can’t really make out his face. Hard to say who that guy is. C’mon, Detective. What do you really have on me, huh? Do you have a single piece of evidence that I was in her office? Or that I was involved in her death? Prints? DNA? Anything? (she’s silent) That’s what I thought. I LOVE him! I love this guy so much!

Oof my arms hurt from carrying heavy glasses in dishwashing racks all day.

That's why there was a subpoena? Or she was not licensed lol

JE: I’ve got to hand it to this Alice chick, bro. Whatever her monkey theory is has her in with the movers and the shakers. KR: She learned from the real gorillas. Seems to be working with the eight hundred ones in the human world. She was like the dog whisperer for CEOs. [He stops to touch some flowers.] JE gives him an incredulous look. JE: You really buy that? KR: Oh, skimmed through her book. I think there might be something to her theory. For instance, she said that in every relationship there needs to be a masculine energy and a feminine energy. Even in ours. JE: Oh. Well, we know which one you are. KR: I don’t know about you, but I am very comfortable in my masculinity. JE: You do realize you’re wearing a sweater vest, right? KR tries to come up with an argument but they’re interrupted by ANDREW SPENCER.

Clipping that lmao. also: haha queer & trans watching this episode

Rat's ass

Man has a nice outfit imo. why would she need a hidden hotel? how long was she staying?

Becks is right, anonymity not money. I legit thought he was finding another dead body lol it's going to be empty OH RIGHT, HOW COULD I FORGET ABOUT THIS?

unless it's glass

KB: We stopped at a jewelers on the way back and he almost had a heart attack.

RC: Given the cash, the hotel, and the private plane I’d say she was making a getaway. Transcript says Gates is the one who calls alice oceans one lol Castle is right, that is a sane theory. bc it's a hella big expensive diamond that's why. bring back demming!!! his short little "ever" the blue butterfly! (this is making me think about glass/silica/quartz & white sapphires & silicon carbide/moissanite & ugh I looooove rocks so much!)

Castle & his stories remember the snake guy back in like s2?

Didn't they already visit a jeweller? love the way he wears his jacket lol So it was smuggled in if this man was copied?

The four Cs! Ryan immediately & quickly: Uh, color, cut, clarity, carat. (smugly, to ESPOSITO) You’d know this if you’d ever bought an engagement ring. Peters: The diamond is colorless. No blemishes and pristine cut. No internal clouding. And uh .. (he places it back on the microscope) … nearly one hundred carats. RYAN’s jaw drops. JE: Man. Hey, how deep would my pockets have to be to afford a rock like that? Peters: Detective, you are not tall enough to have pockets deep enough. JE: *offended* Peters: But I would say it’s worth … $60 million. Conservatively. JE: (chagrined) Yeah, I ain’t that tall.

VG: Six zero, like with another six zeros after that? KR: That would be $60 million, yes.

JE: Nah. Peters said that old school cutters fashioned diamonds with sharp edges. This one has smooth edges, which it means it had to be cut within the last few decades. loooove rocks & rock facts & minerals & gems & giology kslfjlkdjfskldfjsl

RC: For engaged men everywhere I can only hope it wasn’t a ring.

INT - JE+KR’S CAR KR hangs up the phone. KR sighs. JE: So … we thinking the same thing? KR: That it’s a bummer we can’t stop for lunch because there’s a sixty million dollar diamond sitting between us? JE: No. That because of the $60 million dollar diamond sitting between us that we are not-really-but-kinda-sorta thinking about making a run for the border. He smirks. KR glares at him. KR: Hadn’t even crossed my mind. JE’S teasing smirk falls. JE: Of course it didn’t. Nope, you wouldn’t have the stones. All I’m saying.

I went to clip that but ended up clipping way more. The fun little fight scene. Love the "for now" *pushes his partner down when he sees the gun* Love the way they switched places to shoot The diamond! I take WAY too long to think about how a clock is shaped. I CAN read a clock, but I need to think about it whereas ppl SHOULD be able to tell by the positions, the vibes not the math. I couldn't do "subway station seven-o'clock" Covering for each other. We get to see shoes! Esposito's kneel slide thing <3 But like these clowns had HUGE guns, why were they scared off by these little cops with their little guns? btw I need to find that fanfiction again where it went "yeah I don't think it is realistic that ryan had his door slammed into by another car & escaped with nothing more than a cut on the forehead & some wrappings around his ribs" but idk where to find it. Also uh, I am such a lesbian (half man) for Ryan (also a man).

Your neck really would hurt, whiplash huh. But also he def scraped his knees! & what is the point of wrapping up ryan's chest? idk how medical stuff works but I feel like it might not actually help to have tensor bandages wrapped around your chest. But hey maybe some trans!Ryan headcanons! Bill Roe, director: "seamus open up your shirt a little more" SD (KR): 'bill i've been waiting for you to say that'

The rock johnson? it's $60mil, it could SO be abt the diamond. The boys don't even get to take the rest of the day off? I'm surprised gates lets them look into the suv, personal vendetta & all.

Castle is NOT carrying coffee with the way he is swinging around those glasses. RC: So I was thinking. When we work a case together this desk of yours is sort of – kind of – our space. S1 KB: *would probably hit him upside the head or smth* KB: If you don’t like the elephants, I don’t like the elephants. Imagine if he made them go away. You know what's inside them. RC: I actually like those elephants. They obviously have family values and this one’s good with money. Anyway … (NF adlibbed that so I hear)

Primates in africa near the diamond place? I can see that a 60mil gift? Ooh I like how Castle goes back & corrects himself

KB: That … is … surprisingly plausible. Remember when the "extra" covid vaccines were being "donated" to "poor countries" but it was just... corporate greed? But the shape of the gem would be stabbing her...?

Power couple lol

"that's where it is!" "it looks like the one you gave me" How can you tell the difference? Ohhhh it is a costume piece! A detective & maybe also a jeweller.

Not the cops, more likely the insurance company, except the insurance company has no record of the diamond bc if it did the cops probably would have found it

Ooh a penthouse! *leans on esposito* fixer is in a fix!

I love mr hawke. She didn't answer.

They were mugged-- they didn't call the cops they called hawke! Why though? Male mugger, not alice. Her boyf maybe?

Aight we got ryan looking normal again but esposito took off his jacket.

Yay tory ellis!

Remember Ethan Nestor lie detector "the hit was Kind of satisfying"

Fingerprints?

Edward Peters! Lab grown does not mean fake. It is the same process so it is still a mineral, even if the process is synthesized.

Diamonds are already not worth as much as ppl think.

No, gates would NOT let these two go in to do the interview.

Yep, cartels & profit & stuff like that.

Except that the carbon molecules are each different. Other than that yeah exactly the same.

Leo: Alice and I met when I was in Rwanda doing aid work. We were young and in love. And then one day soldiers came into the village, financed by the diamond cartel. We watched from the jungle as they slaughtered everyone. Casualties of a turn war for profit. That day changed me. I dedicated myself to stopping the cartel's bloody practices. It was a life I knew Alice couldn’t be a part of, but I never stopped loving her.

Leo: Two years ago stones started popping up in Europe and the Middle East. Flawless and being sold for millions. That’s when a gemologist friend of mine happened across a pair of them. He discovered that they were exactly the same. Nature doesn’t make exact copies.

Leo: They were man-made Yeah. I tried to trace them back to their source. All I knew was that they were coming out of the States. And then Alice called me, out of the blue. Said one of her clients, Steve Warner, had a secret.

Leo: Yes. Man-made diamonds are nothing new. But no one had ever produced this quality of gem before. Big and flawless. Soon diamond mines would be a relic of the past. Steve Warner’s technology could change everything. So I approached Warner. I begged him to make his technology available, but he denied he even had it. He was just using it to line his own pockets. The world needed to know and we needed proof.

Leo: yes the necklace. We knew that if we could just examine that stone that we could tie it back to the others. That we could show everyone what he was doing and they could all see that it was possible. Then … everyone would eventually unlock the code.

Leo: No more cartels. No more sponsored bloodshed. We were going to change the world. That night Alice had a plane standing by to take us to a private lab. But she never showed.

So alice happened to get these clients & was able to call her old boyfriend yay.

Worthless-ISH bro, you could still use them in sawblades.

Or you know... don't sell big diamonds, but cut them smaller & sell them normally or sell them to sawblade companies.

Hawke said the warrens didn't hire the clown team tho. No it was the wife! No! You had the gun with the safety off? even tho you only wanted to scare her?

She has her gun with her? in the middle of home?

RC: Now I know it doesn’t really go with the space, but at least it won’t be hungrily staring at you in the morning.

RC: No, I did. I did. I finished reading Alice’s book and there’s a chapter in there that speaks to couples like us. See, we’re both alphas. And it says that we need to define our shared territory together. (he gestures around him) These are pieces all over – these are all my stories. But the shells? That’s ours.

Castle playing lion sounds lol

Ok so that was fun. Good ep. I have about an hour until I need to leave. I'll start on the next one.

[minccinoocappuccino]

Okay you know I'm a simp for Azar and for the piping hot OC asks....ALL OF THEM FOR AZAR PLEASE!!! Muahahaha 😈❤️❤️

sjssjssjj BRO! Hell yeah lets do this these get kinda nsfw so read at ur own risk 

Is your OC perceived as physically attractive to others? Is it at first glance or is it something that takes more time to reach fruition? Azar is def attractive as fuck n others around him know it sjssjjsjsjsjsj n most important he knows it!!

Is your OC’s attractiveness based on looks or a more intangible aura? id say both for him sjsjsjjsjsj like he looks attractive but also just gives off good dick energy n confidence tho he does give good dick 

What is your OC’s most physically attractive attribute? id say his back man like he has tiger stripes n to see them twist around his back muscles bout to make ppl act up man 😩 his ass is as v well fit f thats what ur into as well 🥴

What is your OC’s most mentally attractive attribute? def wittniess ssjsjsjjsj man has a v sharp tongue but tongue n check insults arent the only thing his mouth good at sjsjjsjs f u catch my drift ahhhh

Does your OC believe they are attractive? Do they use that to their advantage? 100% yes my mans knows his tits look good thats why his shirt so low cut he doesnt use it to his advantage unless its on leona tho then its a all out war 

Does your OC smell good? Do they have a signature scent? tbh prolly not sjsjsjjsjj he smells like sweat most the time cus hes v active when hes not laying around i mean unless u like the smell of sweat (not gonna blame u tbh ) 🥴😳

Does your OC have an attractive voice? i think so v deep n soft

Does your OC enjoy playing the field? Or are they more monogamy-minded? def more of a looking at all my options type of guy until he settles down

What does your OC find irresistible in others? there strength he likes someone who can keep up with him n mind n body so f they can do that hes down

Is your OC a very good flirt? Are they charming? hes v quick with sharp words but his flirting is more like insults lucky so is leonas so they understand the other is flirting while everyone else around them is like r they gonna fight????

Is your OC a good kisser? How do they do it? depends what kinda kissing u like sjssjjsjsj hes def messy with lots of bitting lips n tongue n spit 

Does your OC have much sexual experience? What are they like? sjsjsjssjjsj yes n its v wild n hard not much talking he wants u not to b able to walk when hes done

Do they treat sex casually or do they view it as something with a lot of emotional weight? he def views it as casual but leona doesnt so after being with leona a while he does treat it a little in-between n understands that it can b v v emotional weighted as ur giving urself to somebody trusting them with ur body

What’s a surefire way to make your OC get flustered? sjssjsjsj good luck getting him to feel that way f anything ur gonna b the one getting flustered sjsjsjsj

Into public displays of affection or are they more reserved? depends he usually doesnt care about who see n will sit n leonas lap n kiss him n stuff n front of anyone but hes learnt not to do it as much cus leona isnt for it

How would they plan a romantic evening for a significant other? romance better look else where man Azar idea date is laying n bed all day n then fucking all night tho he does like to go swimming so f he can get leona off his lazy ass then a pool date would b the most romantic thing hes done n thats not saying a lot sjjsj

What is their courting style? How would they woo someone? he mostly just waits for them to come to him first as hes not v approachable so f someone isnt scared to come up trying to woo him then who knows maybe there tough enough for him

What kind of underwear do they use? Is it pretty or functional? my mans wears a animal print jock strap n yeah its v functional easy ass access my dude 🥴

[buckybleu]

bro now i can't stop thinking about shangqi entering the avengers and reader is set to show Katy and Shangqi into their new headquarters but like reader doesn't know it's them. Until she like, sees them. Katy had kept in touch with reader from time to time but hadn't found a moment to say what happened to her over phone bc it felt more like a thing u say face to face. And she's so shocked and Shangqi was hoping to see her here and apologize for the millionth time but

Wait mid ask i was thinking did shangqi and Katy ever went to ta lo while reader and him were together?

Okay idk I'm just vibing.

So shangqi gets reader alone and Sexy ass Sam comes over and introduces himself with his hand on readers shoulders. Then he says goodbye after a weird talk, kisses reader on the forehead and Shangqi is like :o

Btw this is not a request I'm just like thinking. Thought u may like my thoughts KDJSKSKSKSK

I'm team Sam.

Pairing: Xu Shang-Chi x fem!reader

A/N: I know you said it wasn't a request, but I couldn't help it and let my fingers slip! Also I love your thoughts, don't worry hehe❤️ A little part 2 to Everlasting.

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The elevator dings, alerting that you've reached your floor. You swipe your badge to enter the lab as a chorus of cheers abrupt. Some of your colleagues are huddled around a computer screen, intently watching whatever video is playing; ooo's and ahh's slipping past their lips.

"Do you know what's got them all riled up?" From where you're standing, you can only catch glimpses of what looks like action movie of sorts. Dr. Cho hands you a manilla folder, looks over and shrugs her shoulders.

"Not sure, something about a bus ride gone wrong in San Francisco or something."

San Francisco? You try to catch another peak of the video playing but Dr. Cho starts to talk about the upcoming gear improvements for the Avengers. You listen intently to what she's saying and tasking you, but the voice inside your head keeps telling you to call Katy. Something starts to rise from your throat.

"Y/N? Are you okay?"

You swallow the bitter taste in your mouth, nodding at your boss. "Yea, sorry. I-uh I had something on my mind. Sorry what were you saying, Bucky’s arm calibration?”

Dr. Cho presents the blue prints on her tablet as you start down the hallway. You don't know what this feeling is, but you definitely need to call Katy later.

****

"Wait, wait. Hold on, you're leaving? Where are you going?" You pace around your office, listening to Katy scatter around her room and shove clothes into a bag.

After recalibrating Bucky's arm, you rushed to your office to give Katy a call. Before you could even click on her contact, Sam had texted you a link to a video.

Baby, you have got to check this out. It's insane!!

Your heart nearly jumps out your chest upon seeing Shang-Chi fighting men on the bus. Especially the one that had a razor for a fist? What the hell was going on? It didn't help hearing Katy's scream.

"Shang-Chi and I are leaving on the next flight out to Macau. He's trying to find his sister."

"Macau? Sister?! Katy, are you sure you and I are talking about the same person?" At this point you don't know what to believe. From the years you've known Shang-Chi, he's never mention anything about a sister.

"Yea it has something to do with their pendants." Katy says nonchalantly as she continues packing, "Hey, do you happen to know what the weather's like in Macau?"

"Katy! Stop for one second! Macau? Why...what. Are you guys okay? Are you hurt?" You take a moment to catch your breath. First the bus video and now a rushed trip to Macau to find Shang-Chi's sister? Nothing is adding up or making sense.

"Look I promise, we'll explain everything when we get back." A car honks in the distance as Katy rushes out the door, "Shang-Chi's here, I gotta go! Talk to you soon!"

"Wait Katy. No, no, please what-" The line cuts off with the dial tone. You press the palm of your hands to your eyes, trying your best to suppress your frustrated tears. Shang-Chi and Katy were leaving to Macau and you had no idea if everything was okay. You don't hear the knock on your door or it opening as your inner turmoil slowly takes over.

You're startled by the hands gently gripping your shoulders.

"Hey, hey it's just me." Sam's warm voice soothes the panic in your chest. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." He presses a kiss to your forehead, arms pulling you into his chest.

Sam chuckles as he tries to decipher your muffling. He pulls away and cups your face, eyes raising in concern. "What's going on, baby? Everything alright?"

You wipe the stray tears with your sleeves, giving Sam your best smile. "I'm good. Just some rushed news from Katy. And I'm just overthinking as usual."

"Hey whatever it is, I'm sure everything's fine. What's that thing you always say about her...she's a tornado and will-"

"Will push through an entire city, tearing up everything in her path." You chuckle, heart growing a bit more that Sam remembered such a miniscule detail.

"Exactly. I'm positive she'll give you a call in a bit. Hmm?" You nod your head and kiss his cheek. "Alright, it's lunch time and I brought my favorite girl her favorite food."

****

Katy didn't call you back and hasn't answered any of your texts or return your calls. You thought maybe she didn't have international data, but there had to be wifi in the hotel right? It's been nearly a week and nothing. At this point you're about to send Sam and Bucky to Macau to find your friends.

"Dr. Cho, have you seen Dr. Banner? Ms. Reeves's DNA resequencing results from MIT have come in. A novel mutation in the XRCC2 gene was identified." You scroll through your tablet making sure you have the correct data. "Oh, Sam and Bucky also need you to clear their injuries before-"

"Y/N." Dr. Cho's voice is gentle, chuckling at your rambling state, "You're overworking yourself again. Slow it down."

"Sorry Helen." You glance around the lab, not finding the man you're looking for. "Do you know if Dr. Banner is in his office?"

"He's in the conference room right now. Emergency meeting with Wong and Captain Danvers. Should be wrapping up soon-"

A frazzled Bruce Banner suddenly steps through the door, shrugging on his lab coat. "The circus just got bigger everyone."

You and Dr. Cho share confused expressions, not understanding Bruce's comment. As much as you want to question it, you know better than to involve yourself further in the world of the Avengers than you already are.

****

Katy finally decided to call you back. But nothing about the phone call soothed your worries. If anything, it made you even more confused. The only thing she reassured you was that both her and Shang-Chi were okay.

While she did tell you they found Xialing, Shang-Chi's sister, Katy left out some important details of the trip; including that they were at the Tower today.

Friday's voice chimes through your intercom, "Ms. Y/L/N, Dr. Banner has requested your presence in the main lab."

"Thank you Friday."

Your heels click as you make your way down the hall towards the elevator. You don't think it's anything out the ordinary, probably just a check-in with reports or someone's gear needing to be upgraded.

Ping

A text notification pops up on your phone; it's a text message from Katy. Swipe across the notification, eye nearly bulging out your head. It's a photo of Katy and Shang-Chi in front the Avengers Tower.

"What the fuck?" The elevator doors open and you rush out towards Bruce's office. The quicker you find out what Bruce needs, the quicker you can get an explanation from Katy and Shang-Chi.

You're too focused on your phone, furiously texting Katy, when you collide into someone's chest. Their coffee spills all over your blouse, staining the satin fabric.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry. I wasn-" For the past year you've done your best to move on from the events in San Francisco last Christmas. You've allowed yourself to heal and move on. You found a new love with your boyfriend, Sam Wilson. But seeing Shang-Chi in front of you for the first time in a year, you can feel an unsettling murmur in your heart. "Shang-Chi?"

He chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hey, funny seeing you here."

"Yea..." There's a pregnant pause and an uncomfortable silence.

"How's working at Stark Industries?"

"What are you doing here at the Tower?"

You both laugh, trying to ease the tension between the two of you. Luckily an excited Katy spots you and practically tackles you to the floor.

"Wow, look at you Ms. Stark Industries. Are you here to give us some cool gadgets for our missions?" You can't help but laugh at her comment, still confused of everything happening and why they're here.

"Gadgets? Why would you need Stark technology for a mission?" You glance over to Bruce who's sipping his coffee. "Hello? Anyone care to explain to what is going on?!"

Shang-Chi and Katy sheepishly step away. You're beyond irritated and just want answers.

Bruce clears his throat, "Y/N, meet the newest members of the Avengers. But it seems like you already know each other."

"Avengers? You mean...Katy...Shang-Chi..I- what?" Your eyes begin to blur, heading starting to feel dizzy. Your breaths are shallow before your line of vision suddenly goes dark.

****

"How long do you think she'll be out Doc?"

"She should be waking up soon."

Slowly, you start to open your eyes, adjusting to the bright lights in the room. As your vision clears, you see a worried Shang-Chi at the end of your bed. Dr. Cho is to your left making sure all your vitals are good.

"What happen?" You can feel a slight throbbing in your head. The only thing you remember was hyperventilating and blacking out. "What's going on?" The heart monitor suddenly spikes as you try to sit up, mind starting to piece everything back together.

"Hey Y/N, everything's okay. You were overwhelmed with the news and fainted. Let me get you some water and I'll catch you up." You nod at Dr. Cho's assuring words.

You take a deep breath, trying to relax. There's no doubt that Bruce or Helen have alerted Sam of the incident and would be wandering in soon. All you wanted right now was Sam next you, holding your hand.

"I'm sorry." Shang-Chi fiddles with his hands, unable to look at you.

"Shang-Chi, it's fine. Just a little accident. I was just overwhelmed with...well everything."

He finally looks at you, all the memories of before rushing back. "I mean, I'm sorry...for everything with us. I-I miss you. And I promise I wasn't planning to talk to you like this, but-"

Heavy foot steps echo in the hallway before a distressed Sam Wilson rushes to your bedside. He places the flowers and balloons on table and hastily presses kisses to your forehead.

"You okay baby? I was in the middle of training with Bucky when Friday alerted me." Sam cups your face as he check your face and body for any injuries. "Need me to get you anything?"

You smile, shaking your head 'no.' "Just need you."

Sam seals your smile with a peck.

Shang-Chi's heart drops at how tender and loving you gaze at Sam; a longing expression you once gave him. He swallows the lump in his throat, "I'll leave guys be. I'm glad you're feeling better Y/N."

You give Shang-Chi a small smile, thanking him. Sam shakes Shang-Chi hand, "It's nice to meet you man. Welcome to the team."

Shang-Chi quietly exits the med-bay, not before taking one last look at you. You're laughing at whatever joke Sam told you; you're genuinely happy. And that's all he's ever wanted for you. Even if it's not with him.

****

All errors and mistakes are mine!

A/N #2: Team Sam FTW 💖