#ok this time for real that's the end of this. .....

[welcome-tothe-mystery-shack]

Ok first of all, OP is a fucking badass, holy hell do I strive to be that petty and traumatizing to toxic people.

Second of all, my brain just immediately went to a DPxDC fic where one of the Batbrood are stuck in this situation. They date a civilian for a bit, wanting a sense of normalcy only for it to end up that the civilian is a golddigger and was hoping to mooch off them and when they inevitably break up, the batkid generously gives them time to move out.

Except they don't.

Not wanting to resort to legal matters because the press would have a bloody FIELD DAY, the batkid decides to enlist the help of the ghostly Vigilante, Danny Phantom, to help haunt the mooch outta their place.

It ends up being successful and when the mooch tries to go to the press, they get laughed out of the building because "Ghosts aren't real."

[mylovesstuffs]

How O13 would ask you out

Request: hello! hope you’re doing ok ♡ wanted to ask if you could do how each member would ask you out? thank you!

A/N: HELLO SWEETEST 🥹🫶🏼 I’m doing well! I hope you enjoy!!

A/N #2: Did this individual format after a long time, but tbh, this felt right for this one. Will keep on changing formats according to what I'm writing and what it needs ^^

Seungcheol: He keeps it simple and heartfelt since I think he'll invite you out for coffee ‘just to catch up,’ and halfway through he's like, "actually, I brought you here because I’ve been thinking about this a lot… and I really want to take care of you. If you’d let me." The man is sincere, mature, and would wait for your answer like it’s the most important one he’ll ever hear... because it is

Jeonghan: Tbh, he tricked you into dating him lol. You didn’t even know it was a date until he goes, “so are we officially a couple now or do I still have to pretend this was a coincidence?” He confesses with a smirk but eyes full of sincerity. He makes it seem like a game… but oh, he’s been really serious about you this whole time, so please don't let this fool you.

Joshua: He's a gentleman and can be really romantic but I low-key think rn that he might soft-launch. He starts with, "I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately." Gives you a diy beaded necklace, a flower, maybe even a lil handwritten note. Then says, “if it’s okay… I’d really like to take you out. Like, properly.” He respects your pace but makes it very clear how serious he is about you.

Jun: He’d flirt a lot beforehand, such as, teasing, lingering touches, inside jokes. Then one day, mid-convo, he drops it: "why don’t we stop pretending and just go out already?" But when/if you hesitate/s, he softens his tone, "I’m serious. I want this. I want you." He actually is very serious about you.

Hoshi: He overthinks it, and practices in front of mirrors. Forgets his own name when the time comes and ends up blurting, “I like you!! Go out with me?!” But his genuine, shaking but excited energy is so him that you can’t help but smile and say yes. I promise, he’ll jump around like he won a medal.

Wonwoo: He says it after walking you home, maybe late at night when the street is quiet, “I don’t say things unless I mean them. And I want to be with you. So… would that be okay?” He's quiet, and will be steady with you as you make your decision. He's very sincere sincere and he won’t rush you, but he means every word.

Woozi: Probably wrote you a whole damn song. He can’t say it out loud so he writes it. He accidentally and kinda in impulse out himself when he gives you a song demo or lyric sheet as usual and says, “I wrote this thinking about someone… you.” Then proceeds to stare at the floor like he might pass out, but when you smile and say yes, he finally looks up — and his expression is pure relief + joy.

Dokyeom: He asks you out like it’s the most exciting thing to ever happen to him. “Would you maybe want to go on a date with me?! Like a real one!! With food and movies and ME?!” The second you say yes, he hugs you so tight you can’t literally can not breathe!!! He’s glowing for the rest of the month. I just love it!

Mingyu: Best believe, he'll be a messy, flirty, adorable disaster! He tries to be slick but fumbles halfway, “hey, so like... if I took you out, like not as friends but as... more... would you be into that?” Then panics and says, “Wait—no—I mean—yes but—do you want pizza??” You kiss him just to shut him up and he 😵‍💫🫨😳🤯🫠

Minghao: In my humble opinion, he's kind of like those cool on the outside, soft on the inside dudes. He confesses with a lot of composure, but you can tell he’s nervous underneath. “I admire a lot of things about you. And lately… I’ve been wondering if you feel the same.” His tone might be steady, but his fingers fidget slightly. The moment you say yes, he smiles with his whole heart, and you can really see how much happy he is.

Seungkwan: I think he'll overthinks then blurts it. He will plan the moment for WEEKS, and then when he finally gets you alone, he panics, “I like you. A LOT. Like I-think-about-you-all-the-time kind of like you.” He covers his face in embarrassment, but when you laugh and say “me too,” he might actually cry.

Vernon: Okay, so, he'll be blunt but weirdly romantic about it. He’ll be sitting next to you, sipping something, casually say, “you know I like you, right?” And you’re like “Wait WHAT?” He shrugs, “yeah. I just thought you should know. Wanna go out sometime?” Then gives you that shy lil smile that makes your heart implode. Like idk how much my writing will imply but, the way he says all of these is just... somehow romantic. Like it sounds weirdly romantic and wonderful when he says it.

Dino: He rehearses it in his head so much but when it’s time, he forgets the lines. “Okay so like, I like you. A lot. And I think we’d be really good together. Would you, um, maybe wanna go out? With me?” He's nervously messing with his hands trying not to explode from the adrenaline rush. But when you say yes? That proud, giddy look is just UNMATCHED. He'll immediately pull you into a much needed hug!

[cxvii666]

denki is sooooo the dare like listen to sex!! i need him as a sleazy dj so badlyy

you have to stop with this omg

slutshaming is only ok if the slut in question is a blonde guy

mdni 😴

by the time your shift starts, the floor’s already a little sticky.

you’ve been here long enough to know it’s always like this on thursdays — student night, packed to the point of fire hazard, with frat guys yelling over the music and girls in halter tops doing their makeup in the bar mirrors. every surface is either slightly wet or suspiciously dry. the lighting’s bad. the beer tastes worse.

but it doesn’t matter. the tips are good.

you’ve got your little routine down — tied-up hair, glossed lips, the same boots that make your legs look insane from behind. fitted tank under your staff tee. hoops. rings. just enough skin. just enough edge.

you lean into the customer service voice when you need to.

you flirt when it counts — flash your teeth, compliment her lip liner, tell him maybe if he tips well, you’ll remember his name next week.

the girls adore you.

the guys try. they fail.

they don’t see the quiet glares you throw when they think you’re smiling. they don’t see the napkins you toss into the bin without reading.

you’ve got a system. you’re good at it. nothing gets under your skin.

except, maybe, him.

he plays every thursday. has since the start of semester.

goes by “denki” — no stage name, just that. and somehow that’s worse.

no mystery. no separation. just this guy. this blonde idiot with a half-decent playlist and too much swagger for someone who doesn’t even own proper headphones.

you know exactly what he looks like under the lights:

hoodie sleeves pushed up to his elbows. a thin silver chain peeking under the collar. boxy rings on his fingers, not a single one of them matching.

a couple tattoos, you think — glimpsed once when his shirt rode up mid-set.

his hair’s always messy, sticking up in a way that says he doesn’t care, but you know it takes effort to make it look like that.

you hate that you noticed.

he tried it with you once.

night one. the first time he played here. tried to slide in with some dumb line and a wink, all sticky charm and fuckboy confidence.

you didn’t even dignify it. just raised your eyebrows, rinsed your glass, and let him wither under it.

he still hasn’t quite recovered.

⸻

“two vodka sodas, extra lime,” someone shouts.

you nod without looking. your hands already move for the cups.

you’re halfway through pouring when you catch him.

leaning across the bar like it’s casual — one arm braced, fingers tapping rhythm against the edge, body slouched but deliberate. he’s flushed. probably just came off his first set. hoodie sticking to the small of his back. chain catching in the light.

there’s a smear of glitter on his neck.

definitely not his.

you don’t look up.

he leans in a little further. “heyyyy barbie.”

your eyes flick up, slow.

your voice doesn’t miss a beat.

“that’s not my name.”

his grin spreads. lazy. bright. a little crooked. “i know. but it suits you. you’re so cold. and like— hard.”

you raise an eyebrow, he pauses, eyes gleaming.

“but also gorgeous.”

you sigh. rinse a glass.

“vodka redbull?”

he slumps dramatically against the bartop. “please. i feel fuckin’ dead on my feet.”

you snort, grab the cup, start pouring.

your coworker bumps your shoulder in passing — another tray of shots.

you pass them a fresh lime wedge without looking, flick a thank you under your breath. someone’s trying to flag you down at the other end of the bar, but you tune it out.

just for a second.

denki rubs a hand over his face, muttering something to himself.

you glance up.

“i don’t know why you play here,” you say. “this place is fucking gross.”

he shrugs, still slouched. “pays the bills, i guess.”

you arch a brow.

“really?”

he laughs. nose scrunching a little.

“no. not really. but it’s something. better than getting a real job.”

you pass him his drink. your fingers brush. just a blink of contact.

barely anything.

but still.

he holds your gaze for a second longer than necessary.

and then—he looks away.

not at his drink. not at the bar.

past you.

you don’t turn to check.

you know the look.

his whole posture shifts — the grin sharpening, his body going all loose and cocky again. his head tilts slightly. his eyes track something. someone. probably that girl in the pink mesh top who’s been staring since set one.

you can feel it.

the shift from ‘tired mess’ to ‘hot mess.’

like flipping a switch.

fucking sleaze.

you turn. start rinsing again.

wipe down the bar. hand off a drink. answer a girl’s question about tequila prices. you do it all without thinking. your hands are on autopilot.

but your mind is already spiraling.

and you really shouldn’t be thinking about it.

about him.

but he’d be easy.

so easy.

you could crook your finger and he’d follow.

say something filthy in a sweet voice and he’d melt. say nothing and he’d still come.

you pull the bar gun. pour soda.

a girl thanks you, slips a five in the tip jar.

you nod. smile. don’t register it.

you’re thinking about his mouth.

his fingers.

the way he moves when he’s caught off-guard.

he’d beg.

you know it.

you feel it.

he’s that kind of guy — loud and shiny and high-energy, until someone puts a hand on his throat and tells him to behave.

you rinse a glass you’ve already rinsed.

pour vodka into the wrong cup.

you curse under your breath and toss it out.

⸻

you catch him outside during your break.

he’s leaning against the side of the building, thumb scrolling his phone with one hand, cigarette in the other, hoodie sleeves bunched around his elbows. his head’s tipped back. the air’s cooler now, but his cheeks are still flushed.

his hair’s a mess. his chain’s twisted.

he looks like he’s just barely keeping it together.

you stop in front of him.

his eyes lift.

you smile. not sweet. not fake. not mean.

just real.

“come with me.”

he blinks. “what—?”

“my car. out back.”

he swallows.

you watch the way his throat bobs. the way his fingers twitch. the way he straightens, like he’s just realized this is actually happening.

he follows.

of course he does.

slut.

⸻

your car door slams shut behind you with a soft thud.

the windows fog almost immediately.

denki’s already breathless, already panting, because you climbed into his lap like you owned him and he didn’t even get a chance to pretend you didn’t.

he’s sitting back in the passenger seat — hoodie rucked up, legs spread like he forgot how to close them, hands hovering near your waist but not quite touching.

you straddle him slow. deliberate. your thighs bracket his hips and your palms rest against his chest, fingers splayed.

he moans. moans. like just having you there, the weight of you on top of him, is enough to short-circuit his brain.

“fuck,” he says, voice already cracking. “fuck, i—”

“you okay there, rockstar?” you tilt your head.

he nods too fast. his hands twitch again. he wants to hold you. so badly.

but he doesn’t dare yet.

his eyes are wide, blown open — pupils huge, lips parted, breath coming quick.

your cunt hasn’t even touched him and he’s halfway undone.

you roll your hips once, slow, just to test.

just to feel the pressure.

he gasps. head hits the seat.

you reach up, grab his chin, tilt it back to you.

“don’t pass out on me,” you murmur, voice syrup-sweet and mean. “we’re just getting started.”

he whimpers. you caress his jawline with your fingertips, scratching slightly just above his throat.

then you press your mouth to his, slow and teasing, and his hands finally land — shaky and reverent — at your waist.

when you grind again, deeper this time, he groans into your mouth, desperate and messy and already close.

you pull back.

“denki.”

he looks at you like he’s been summoned.

“how long have you wanted this?”

he shudders.

“since— fuck, since that first week. when you— when you looked at me like i was fucking nothing, i got— i had to— i couldn’t even—”

you smile, sharp and cruel and indulgent.

“had to what?”

he looks away. ashamed. aroused.

“bathroom.”

you laugh — not unkind, just knowing.

“that bad?”

he nods, pink blooming down his neck.

you lean in. teeth grazing his jaw.

“you ever fantasize about me, sleazeball?”

“all the time,” he breathes. “fuck— all the fucking time—”

you sink down fully and he wails.

hands clench. knees buckle. his head tips forward and he breathes hard against your collarbone like he’s afraid he might black out.

you shush him softly. rock your hips, slow and filthy.

his whole body jerks.

“please— please, fuck, please, don’t stop,” he pants. “you feel— you feel so good—”

you set the pace.

deep, grinding rolls of your hips that leave him gasping with every drag.

your palms press to his chest, keeping him pinned. he wants to move, to buck up into you — but you don’t let him. not yet.

“you’re already gonna cum, aren’t you?” you coo.

he shakes his head and nods at the same time. confused. wrecked. needy.

“n-no— i— i can last—”

you clench around him and his whole body jolts.

“don’t lie to me, baby,” you whisper. “i’ll make you earn it.”

he groans, fists clenching in your shirt like it’s the only thing keeping him conscious.

“anything— i’ll do anything— please—”

you grin.

there it is.

denki kaminari, big man on the aux, favorite little DJ sleaze of the college party circuit — reduced to a begging, shaking, wide-eyed wreck in your front seat.

just like you knew he would be.

you ride him harder. his hoodie sticks to his back with sweat. the windows fog so thick the outside world disappears.

he cries out — actually cries out — when you drag your nails down his chest.

he bucks. once. desperate.

you let him.

“you gonna cum for me?” you whisper.

“fuckfuckfuck— yes— please, i can’t—”

you kiss him then.

bite his lip. swallow the noise he makes when he breaks.

he cums loud. wet. shaking.

fists clenched, breath stuttering, hips twitching under yours like he doesn’t know what to do with his own body anymore.

you slow down.

don’t stop.

ride him through it.

he whines.

whines again when you keep grinding. when he realizes you’re not done.

“please— fuck, it’s too much—”

“shh,” you murmur, lips brushing his ear. “i’ll tell you when we’re done.”

he cums again.

it takes longer.

but not that long.

you make sure of it.

[visenyaism]

art I experienced at the exact right time in my life:

- melodrama the summer you turn seventeen newly out newly licensed in your car the radio up staring at the streetlights glowing yellow in the outrageous humidity driving home the night after a party completely over it all heart too big for your body absolutely cranking supercut and liability reprise.

- Succession and King Lear at the same time third year of undergrad

- Nona the Ninth during [i don’t think I’m going to tell you about this one] when it hurt so bad.

-AFFC the summer before [i don’t think I’m going to tell you about this one] when I would read it and cry in the creek and on the mountaintop and in my shitty apartment in high summer

- Be The Cowboy and Lush first year alone in a new cold lonely place.

- As I Lay Dying the summer before I experienced real grief for the first time ever.

- This painting, age 15:

- Mo Bamba (2018) just in time for my first nasty frat party jumping off the sticky floor in my ruined shoes to the bass drop

- Disco Elysium in the immediate aftermath of the school shooting i experienced in graduate school

- Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith (2005) at age 5 and teaching me that you can make stories about things ending badly and hopelessly.

- Ok Computer but through the eyes of my goth middle schoolers this year

- Any Shape You Take (2021) by Indigo De Souza I saw live opening for Lucy Dacus the summer I graduated

- Any Pitbull song if it’s a time in my life in which I have had three drinks

- This exhibit, age 21. This man built god in a storage unit exclusively for himself and they only found it after he passed.

- I have to be honest with myself even when it’s difficult and cringe. Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) when I was a gay ass eighth grader changed the course of my life.

[ibrithir-was-here]

Ok I stayed up way to late to doodle all this, but here's my headcanon for Rumi's dad. I was thinking about how she seemed to have a greater effect on the honmoon when her demon powers kick in and, of course, the purple hair.

There's been some thoughts that Gwi-Ma was her father and tricked her mother, to pull in the purple and the powers and that could definitely have tracked--but then we got that concept art of her parents together being happy and that deleted storyboard of Rumi having a memory of her demon-dad holding her and giving her a flower. So it seems it was a loving relationship between Mi-yeong and demon-dad.

And yet, the purple hair and purplish-pink powers...and then I had the idea: What if her dad was Gwi-Ma's son

The name I picked for him in his true demon form is:

Wangja-Ma /왕자 魔 (Prince Demon)

But the name he'd go by when undercover as a Jeoseung Saja (to avoid the hunters giving him any extra attention as the Demon Prince) I decided would be Shin .

Taken from the ending of gwishin (ghost) like Gwi-Ma is from the beginning. Shin by itself means god, (신) but also it can be a translation of the Japanese word shin (真), that means "genuine", which I thought was hilarious for a dude in like, three layers of disguise xD

I don't have a full story worked out, but it's likely he's either sent by Gwi-Ma/undertakes by himself a mission to spy on the Sunlight Sisters, try and spy on them to see how to destory them from within by gaining their trust--and then he gets Feelings for Real.

And whatever confession he gives to Mi-yeong is tainted by the fact that, while he might confess he's a demon, he doesn't tell her he's the son and heir of the demon lord they're trying to defeat.

And he's definitely torn between his loyalties to his father/the demon world and to his love and their baby. Like, its not like he just totally switches sides, I think he's trying for a long while to have his cake and eat it too. But eventually he does decide to choose Mi-yeong and little Rumi--but his father of course doesn't take kindly to his boy trying to leave the family business and settle down with a Hunter. While his true title of Prince still isn't revealed, things escalate, Celine finds out Shin's a demon, Mi-yeong is accidentally killed, and Rumi is left orphaned as her father is dragged back to the Demon Realm to be punished for his disloyalty...

But at least they were happy for a time...

[idyllwave]

self aware!dante who counts his blessings when he found a way to bring you to his own world. was it tough? sure. did he have to bargain with a few demons before killing them? of course. was it worth it? hell yeah.

truth be told, he wasn't always self aware. if he was honest, then he would say it would of been halfway throughout the first game when he started to hear a little echo every time he said one his lines. one of those echoes mainly being "jackpot." he did try to ignore it at first, oh he tried. but at the end of the day, that voice kept echoing back. then the voice started to become clearer. most of it being praise for the cool moves he does and the rest of it being the voice gushing over his physique.

it wasn't until the game reached a cutscene did he finally notice you and everything click into place.

at first, he simply enjoyed your silence. even when he was alone or getting his ass kicked or not kicked, he knew that you were there every step of the way. it was comforting almost. still a bit odd to him though how your reality was way different than his own. to you, he was just a fictional character. but to him, this was real. and he really really wanted to meet you face to face.

so he got to work. if there could be a stupid ass portal from his place to hell, then surely there could be a portal from here to wherever you were.

and thanks to his due diligence, that was how you woke up in some random alleyway with a massive headache. the forefront of your brain was absolutely throbbing and you felt like you fell fifty stories and broke something in your back. you were definitely not walking ... this ... off?

you blinked as a hand was held out to you, palm outstretched and fingers spread. you blinked again when you looked up to see the person who the hand was attached to.

oh no.

"oh wait, wait, wait. this is the part where i say a cool one-liner, right? mmm, you fell from the sky so maybe it should be something related to that? ok."

the fictional character that you knew as Dante stepped back.

"act like you just fell."

he held out his hand to you, "it's not everyday people fall for me."

oh wow.

"damn, that sounded better in my head."

before he could snatch his hand away and try another one-liner on you, you just decided to grab his hand and pull yourself up, though you did wobble a bit as pain etched itself into your back. man that fall was nasty. but you supposed you could worry about that later because right now you have other things to worry about.

especially considering that you're in another world. a fictional one at that.

[eclairemaire]

the sound of music pt.5

masterlist | playlist | part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

Pairing: Lewis Pullman x Reader Category: Fluff Summary: Stranded in a 24-hour diner in the middle of nowhere, you make an unlikely companion as you bond over the sound of music. Word Count: 2.6K Warnings: not beta-read, some suggestive material (partial nudity), Swearing, fast-burn??? (idk), No mention of Y/N, Nicknames & pet names, mechanic-ish reader, musician reader, Reader is described very androgynously, but muscular and heavily tatted and pierced, paparazzi/press (Lemme know if I missed any) Notes: This is part 5, there is light suggestive material towards the end, but nothing too heavy. I hope everyone enjoys!! Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; all characters are just that, characters, and have no ties to their real-life counterparts.

Danny and Lewis watched you head out the front door, before Danny turned to Lewis, pointing over his shoulder where you just left. “Dude, they’re hot, and they’re going to meet a client like that.” Danny started flailing his arm towards the end of his sentence.

Lewis was still looking in the direction you left before he looked back at Danny when he started flailing his arms. Lewis huffed a laugh, “Yeah, they are. Besides, they always look good.” Lewis had only seen you in an outfit like that once before, just a little after you moved in; you were going to meet with a client then, too. He realized you never drove to any of your client appointments; you always had a ride. He wasn’t sure why that was, though, because he’d never seen you drink once during your time living together.

“How is it that you pulled a stray from a diner that looks like they belong in the acting field, even though we’ve never heard of them? And they make enough money to dress like that, but are so down-to-earth.” Danny questioned as he went to take a drink of his beer.

“Luck? Honestly, I don’t know, Danny.” He sighed and looked at his beer before deciding it would probably be a good idea to stop drinking for the evening. Danny had a look on his face that was difficult to understand, a mix of amusement and frustration. Danny couldn’t believe that his shyest friend had somehow decided that this random person, about whom he had no information, should be his newest roommate, and that this person would be someone like you.

The evening dragged on after that. Danny and Lewis had some leftovers that were in the fridge, and then watched some movies for the rest of the evening before Lewis’s phone lit up on the coffee table, and ‘Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now’ by The Smiths started playing from his phone. Lewis was half asleep on the couch with Danny when it happened. Looking at the clock, it was 1:50 a.m., he answered the call half awake.

“Hello?” he asked.

“Hey, Lew, could you come pick me up?” He heard you ask, there was loud music playing in the background that had heavy bass, and he could tell that you were talking louder than normal so thet he could hear you through the phone.

“Yeah, where are you?”

“I’m still at my client's house. I’ll send you the location. Come to the alley behind the house there’s a shit load of press out front.” You say before his phone dings with a new message from you. Looking at the address he puts it into his maps on his phone before he responds.

“Okay, I’ll be there in about 30 minutes.”

“Sounds good I’ll see you when you get here.” With that, you hung up the phone and Lewis started to get up from the couch, causing Danny to rouse slightly from his spot on the couch. 

“Hey, man what's up?” Danny asked his words slurred from a mixture of sleep and the alcohol in his system.

“I’m going to pick up my stray, you can stay here if you like, you’re welcome to use the couch or go to my room.” Lewis was shoving his wallet into his pocket and grabbing his keys from the tray on the coffee table before heading towards the shoe rack to get his boots. Danny let out a gurgled ok, and held a thumbs up before collapsing back onto the couch.

Lewis pulled up to the address you gave him, and he could feel the bass from the music in the house through his truck. Pulling out his phone he texted you ‘Hey, I’m out back if you’re ready to go.’ It didn’t take long for you to respond. ‘Awesome, I’ll be out in just a moment.😘” Lewis smiled at your text before he put his phone down and turned toward the passenger seat to wait for you. After a moment, the garage door started to open, and he could see your shoes and the bottom of your maroon slacks, as well as someone else's shoes.

When the door was fully open, he could see you and the other person in the garage, as well as a large number of supercars, some of which he recognized from the photos you had hanging in the kitchen.

You were facing the other person your back to him, your hands were in your pockets and your stance was lax as this other person was still speaking. He couldn’t see the other person's face, but they were wearing a tailored Versace suit, and they’re voice carried a bit as they were speaking over the blaring music still coming from inside the house.

“It was lovely to see you, my dear. I hope to hear from you soon about how the car is coming along.” The voice had a British accent that seemed mellowed out from being in the States for so long.

“Of course Sir, thank you for having me this evening, and finding me some more clients!” Your laugh echoed slightly as the man you referred to as ‘Sir’ reached forward and you shook his hand before he pulled you into a hug. When he released you, you turned toward where Lweis was waiting for you in his truck.

“My rides here, I’ll give you a call soon Sir.” You give the man one last nod before you start toward Lewis’s truck.

“Goodnight my Dear!” the man called as you waved to him over your shoulder before getting in the car. Lewis looked from you now settling in the seat to the garage where the door was now closing. 

“Thank you for coming and getting me Lew.” You say, bringing his attention to you from the now-shut garage door.

“You're welcome, Sweetheart, everything go well?” He asks as he pulls you into a hug across the center console, before placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Yes, very well actually. Lots of new clientele and a commission that is coming to a close.” You also kiss him on the cheek. “Let’s head home, shall we? I’m exhausted.” You lean back into your seat.

“Will do.” Lewis puts the truck in drive and starts the drive back home. You connect your phone to the truck's Bluetooth to turn on some music, ‘Sunday’ by The Cranberries starts to play softly through the truck speakers.

“Oh, do you know where to go? Where to go? Oh Somethin' on your mind? Wanna leave me behind? Wanna leave me behind?”

You sing quietly along as you look out the window. Right as the next verse starts you move your hand from your lap towards Lewis’s as you rest your hand on his right thigh, as you continue to sing along and look out the window. 

“You're spinnin' me around My feet are off the ground I don't know where I stand Do you have to hold my hand?”

Lewis moves one of his hands from the steering wheel to rest on your left thigh as he joins you in softly singing along.

“You mystify me You mystify me You mystify me Oh-oh, when you walk into the room It happened all so soon I didn't want to know Does he really have to go?”

You both look to each other and smile, Lewis gives your thigh a light squeeze before turning back to the road.

“You mystify me You mystify me You mystify me, oh” And I couldn't find the words to say, ‘I love you’ And I couldn't find the time to say, ‘I need you’ It wouldn't come out right It wouldn't come out right It just came out all wrong”

You move your hand to hold his that was resting on your thigh.

“Oh-whoa, you're spinnin' me around My feet are off the ground I don't know where I stand Do you have to hold my hand?”

He squeezes your hand softly, where they both rest in your lap, as you look at him, your gaze soft and appreciative.

“You mystify me You mystify me You mystify me Oh, do you know where to go? Where to go? Oh Somethin' on your mind? Wanna leave me behind? Wanna leave me behind?”

Lewis brings the back of your entwined hands to his lips before placing a kiss on the back of your hand. “Never,” he whispers against your hand, before placing another kiss on your knuckles, and placing your entwined hands back into your lap. 

The rest of the drive passes quietly after that, music continues softly until you both arrive home and see Danny no longer on the couch. You both arrive at your room.

It was Lewis’s first time being in your room since you moved in. It was organized chaos in a way, the walls were covered in movie posters, old band posters, game posters, and photos, along with shelves of books. You had a dresser sat along the wall between the closet and bathroom doors, with a jewlery box on top, and other miscellaneous items, in a corner was a net filled with various stuffed animals; he could even see a pink Yoshi poking its head out of the pile. 

Your bed was only half made. Your closet was full of clothes and cubbies full of project bins. There were mugs full of pens, pencils, markers, and brushes all around the room and a small pile of clothes on the floor at the foot of your bed. Your desk had your mic and speakers mounted to it along with both of your monitors and on a shelf unit next to it he could see your pc and various gaming consoles, as well as multiple figures. There were string lights hanging from the ceiling that were on and a few lamps around the room that cast it in a low golden hue.

“I need to shower before I can even think of going to bed, there’s no way I’m sleeping with gel in my hair.” You start as you go around the room grabbing various items to take with you to the bathroom. You remove your shoes first, followed by taking off all your rings and putting them into a jewelry box on your dresser. After that, you remove your watch and chain, along with most of your earrings. 

Lewis was looking around the room before he looked at you again. You had your back to him, and you had stripped down to just your undergarments. As he walked closer he could see more of your tattoos as black eclipsed your skin. He reached out and lightly ran his fingers down your spine. Watching you shiver lightly before placing a kiss on your shoulder.

“Are you planning on joining cowboy?” You tease as you lean back against him, as he wraps his arms around your waist to splay his hands along your front. 

“Is that an official invitation?” He murmurs against your skin as he leaves a trail of fire in his wake, as he kisses up to your jaw.

“Maybe,” you trail off with a sigh. Turning slowly in his grasp, you wrap your arms around his neck, similar to how you did the first night you met, before moving your hands to the sides of his face to pull him down so that you can kiss him. You both slot together like puzzle pieces. The kiss is unhurried but full of passion, lips smashing together.

You pull away first in need of air. “I need to shower.” You state as you lean your forehead against his. “You are welcome to join me, but you need to go get your own clothes from your room because you are not wearing any of mine.” You pull back and start walking backward to the door of your bathroom.

Your alarm goes off at 8:30 am the next morning, and you groan as you try to turn it off, only to realize your phone is way too far away to turn off without getting up. Signing, you open your eyes and are met with the sight of golden tan skin littered with hickeys. Moving your gaze up, you see Lewis’s face, soft with sleep and the tiniest bit of drool by the corner of his mouth. His arm is wrapped firmly around your waist, pinning you to his side. As you start to sit up, he makes a noise of protest and tries to pull you back down. 

“Nuh-Uh,” you laugh at his small protest.

“Uh-huh. Rise and shine, sleeping beauty.” You place a kiss on his forehead as you free yourself from his grip and turn off the alarm, before getting dressed.

“Noooo,” He starts to paw at the area of the bed you were lying in just moments ago. “Come back to bed.” He pleads, not really moving from his spot.

“No can do, Cowboy. I’ve got lots of work to do today, no time to sleep in.” You smack him lightly on the shoulder as you move towards the door leading out of your room. “I’ll be in the kitchen making breakfast, get up soon to eat.”

Thirty minutes later, both Lewis and Danny walk into the kitchen. Danny was dressed in workout clothes and looked as though he had just gotten back from a run, and Lewis was wearing a pair of mismatched socks and pajama pants. Lewis walked straight to the coffee maker, and Danny grabbed the OJ from the fridge and drank it straight from the bottle.

“Oi, Oi!” You yell, spoon in hand, pointed right at him. “You need to buy me a new thing of Orange Juice. You don’t live here anymore. Now, how do you like your eggs?”

“Um, scrambled is fine,” Danny said as he looked at the spoon pointed at him. 

Lewis was now sitting at the table nursing a coffee, you were standing at the cooktop with a pan cooking eggs and bacon, with toast in the oven. Danny sat down at the table and brought out his phone to scroll through Instagram. 

It was a few minutes later, when you were placing all the food on the table, along with plates, that Danny spat the oj he had just taken a sip of out.

“Holy shit,” He said wiping his mouth, before looking between you and Lewis. Both you and Lewis wore concerned expressions before Danny passed his phone to Lewis for him to look at. Lewis took the phone and looked at the screen before he too did a spit take, after seeing the screen. After seeing Lewis also spit out his drink, you picked up the phone to look at the screen.

One line caught your attention, though. ‘Lewis Pullman spotted with acclaimed mechanic and artist outside another actor's home during a party, are they dating?’.

Right there on the screen was a photo of you and Lewis from last night. It was taken right after you had gotten into Lewis’s Truck and as he was kissing you on your cheek. Above it was a header saying ‘BREAKING NEWS’ in big, bold red letters. Under it was captioned ‘Lewis Pullman not so single?’ and then proceeded to talk about both of your interactions after you finished speaking with your client.

Whoever wrote this did their homework; most of the public was not aware of your status among the rich. You made sure to stay out of the media’s eye so that you could live normally outside of your client meetings. Now your face was clearly associated with Lewis’. Just as you finished reading the blurb from the article in the caption, Lewis’s phone rang.

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OK here's my rant...

1. It’s completely okay to support Nicola and Jake and find them adorable. It doesn’t make you weird to enjoy seeing cute photos of them or to be happy for them. You’re not hurting anyone by liking them as a couple. Supporting Jake’s work after being introduced to him through Nicola is also fine. That doesn’t make you a fake fan. It just means you discovered someone new and ended up liking what they bring to the table.

2. If you’re a fan of only Nicola and don’t really care about Jake, that’s also valid. You’re not less of a fan for staying focused on her. As long as you’re respectful, you’re doing just fine.

3. You can like Nicola and Jake and still like Luke. There is zero competition between them. No one is being forced to pick sides. Liking one doesn’t cancel out the others. You can also stan Luke and NOT hate on Jake or the people who like him.

4. Just because some fans are unbearable and thrive on drama does not mean you have to start hating the person they stan. The worst fans don’t represent the people they obsess over. You don’t need to mirror that energy.

5. I consider myself primarily a Nicola fan, but over time I’ve come to really like Jake too. I love seeing them together and I like them as individuals. I honestly don’t care who thinks that’s strange. I’m not making up conspiracies. I’m not trashing anyone involved. I also like seeing Luke and Antonia together and think they’re cute. No amount of fan wars or petty drama is going to change how I feel about any of them.

But FUCK the people who lie and launch defamation campaigns against real people just because they are miserable, bored losers whose only excitement in life comes from starting drama online. Yeah those people can go to hell.

[bebeluss]

The more I read this, the more embarrassed I am that you guys keep on liking it and reblogging. I mean, thanks you're all so nice but also, maybe to add a little (because seriously the more I read it, the more I think some points might be missing), so:

1) first of all, when I kept on saying that people go hard defending "fictional shit" yet here I am defending fictional stuff too... Well, what I meant is that people really go SO hard defending the indefensible and it honestly worries me. It worries me that you people behave like that in real life. I'm talking to the John Walker, Alexei crowd. Especially the John Walker crowd because how can you watch tfatws and go so hard "defending" him and how can you go so hard for him to the point of dragging Sam? Listen, nobody's perfect, not even fictional characters but I swear to God, I can't think on a single bad action Sam has done. Nothing, nada. So the fact that you drag Sam in order to defend John Walker is so questionable to me. Are you aware that you can like villains/questionable characters and that's ok, right? All stories need villains/these questionable characters so they'll always be there but what happened to just like a character and accept that their actions are in fact wrong or that they were wrong and there haven't been efforts to mend those wringings? I haven't seen a single acknowledgement from him for what he did to Sam (and even Bucky... You "winteragent" people are.. weird 😶). If you like John Walker, that's fine! But don't justify his shitty behavior, just enjoy him being shitty as he is. And actually this goes for all the characters. I, as a Bucky Stan, know that Bucky has been wrong so many times. He was wrong in tfatws with his obsession with that fuckass shield, he was wrong at the end in thunderbolts and that's ok to accept because that's real life too, people fuck up, you don't need to make excuses for these characters. They dont have to be perfect for you to like them. And it's so weird that many people use "trauma" as a justification because that's not it. As someone with mental illness, I can tell you that having bad mental health explains shitty behaviors but it doesn't justify them. (And btw I am not comparing Bucky and John because Bucky never killed anyone just because he lost it like John did. I'm just saying that if me, being a Bucky Stan can accept that he's fucked up, then you can do it too. 🤷🏽‍♀️).

I also believe that these characters can do better, there's this line of Sam that I truly adore: "The only power I have is that I believe we can do better" because yes, we all can do better but we need do to the work to be better and John Walker hasn't done shit to be better yet he has so many defenders only because he's a white dude and a super soldier and to many racists that automatically makes him "better" than Sam (no). It doesn't matter that he killed innocent people, it doesn't matter that he's a shitty ass dad and husband... No, the dude is white and a super soldier so that's enough and it's so frustrating to witness. 🫩 So yes, I won't go too hard defending fiction because listen, I'm already a Queer brown woman living in a dangerous environment so I have enough shit with myself but I'll keep on calling out racism on social media because that's a pretty real issue (I know I said I don't say shit here but if you knew the amount of insta and TikTok accounts I've lost for calling out racism in fandom 🫩 it's exhausting). Do you know how exhausting it is, as a Queer, as a bipoc and as a woman, to come online to try and forget our real life shitty situations only to encounter racist people and sexist people online? And believe me, I block a lot of people, I block left and right but it's never enough. And a big part of that problem is the people riding behind fictional characters like John Walker... You people need to stop making fandom spaces dangerous for minorities.

Now when I said that Bucky is a hero and blabla, I know it seemed so random lol but I said it because the same person who told me the thing about sambucky's shippers wanting Bucky to be Sam's "lapdog" told me that I was "jealous" because Bucky can "finally be a hero with thunderbolts"... Like... Even if Bucky had stayed dead since the 40s, even like that, he'd have been a hero because as I said, he was fighting Nazis before most of the avengers were born. And he was a hero fighting in wakanda and he was a hero fighting alongside Sam in tfatws. He is a hero and he doesn't need of a bunch of criminals to be one. And if you think he does, well.. don't call yourself a Bucky Stan because you clearly don't know the character you Stan and you clearly hate him somehow (same goes for the ones who ship him with his abusers or with Zemo).

And I think that was all I wanted to "clear up" 😅

And remember to keep Sam Wilson's name out of your mouth, especially if you're a thunderbolts stan because believe me bae, they'll be following Sam's orders soon and you'll be foaming from your mouths but that's on you and your racism, not on Sam 🫶🏽❤️ (like why wouldn't you want your fav to follow sam's leadership?? Again, I cannot think on a single bad thing he's done 😭 so yes, as a Bucky stan I hope he's still following Sam's leadership, that doesn't make him less of a hero and that doesn't make him a "lapdog", that only makes him a loyal character, which he's always been -fuck you Joana calo fr-, anyway!)

Oh and also!!! So many Bucky stans get mad at him being "sidelined" and listen... I got kinda mad at his screen time in thunderbolts because they sold us the movie with the slogan "now with more Bucky" and it turns out that he only had 8 minutes of screen time... The same as in the first avenger so yeah I thought that was stupid BUT his presence wasn't necessary in the movie at all, it literally could've been any other character and even tho I loved how he looked and some things... It could've been anyone, really. That said, Bucky Barnes is a supporting character and THAT'S FINE!!! All stories need all kind of characters and the supporting characters are important too. One of the main reasons I've always loved Bucky is because he is super loyal, he's been there for Steve and Sam in all movies and I love that. He being a supportive character doesn't mean he isn't important, he's there to support the main characters and THAT'S FINE. Like why would you have a problem with that? Him being a supportive character is one of the reasons why 2 of the biggest ships of the MCU exist (stevebucky and Sambucky) so idk why so many of you are mad.. 🚶🏽‍♀️🫩

People who go so fucking hard in the name of "defending" thunderbolts are so fucking annoying. To begin with, i've never understood why there's so much hate unleashed against Sam after that stupid ass post credits scene. He wasn't even in the movie. Now, the line "it went poorly" doesn't have to mean that he was "rude" or whatever towards Bucky/thunderbolts but even if he was, well.. HE'S RIGHT! Because what do you mean Bucky (and Yelena and ava and bob!!) out of everyone, is working willingly for the government/fuckin Valentina whom he wanted to impeach through the movie and then he got amnesia, like??? The same government that wanted to put him out in civil war, the same government that didn't trust him in tfatws, the same government who tortured him and kidnapped him for over 70 years because let's not forget that hydra and shield were the same shit... LIKE???! explain to me in which world would he be working willingly for the government??? And I'm saying this as someone who loves Bucky so damn much. He's literally my favorite character, I watched thunderbolts BECAUSE OF HIM, and that's it, otherwise I wouldn't have watched it. And if I'm honest, I dislike that post credits scene, because he's just out of character. He is and if you're a real Bucky Stan, you should see that. I didn't like that he didn't defend Sam, the person who's been with him for more than a decade in the MCU's world. The person who gave him his REAL found family. The only person in all these years that he's canonically said "I love you" to, Sam wilson is Bucky's closer friend and ally. I don't like the fact that he's betraying wakandans once again by working with Valentina (even tho I'm honestly not mad at him freeing Zemo because at the end of the day it was for something justified and he ended up turning him over), and you know what? Now that I'm complaining, I also didn't like his fucking obsession with the shield in tfatws. He saw Steve dropping that shield for him TWICE, he knows that shield isn't more important than the person carrying it so I don't get why was he so obsessed with it and why was he being annoying towards Sam throughout all of tfatws (Malcolm Spellman and Joana calo, YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR CRIMES for making him act out of character 😤 ).

I've got someone in my notifications telling me that sambucky's shippers only want Bucky to be "Sam's lapdog".. excuse me??? If there are people being like that, then it's mainly Bucky's stans believing Sam is some kind of therapist for Bucky and that Sam should be there ready to serve Bucky and nah, that's not how it works. And anyway, this same person says that Bucky wouldn't abandon the thunderbolts because he "feels responsible for them".. so.. you don't want Bucky to be Sam's "lapdog", instead you want him to be a -children trafficker (yes I watched black widow and that's what he is), a murderer and 2 women who killed because they chose to do that- baby sitter??? Mmmm.. interesting. 🤔 I can understand Bucky wanting to protect Yelena, Ava and Bob (does he even need protection? Lmao) but the other 2? Nah nah. Bucky is nobody's babysitter and in any case, if he were to feel responsibility towards someone, then it should be towards Sam. You know? The man who was willing to go to jail FOR HIM. Yeah. He owes that TO SAM and to the entire Wilson family and to the wakandans, whom literally saved his life.

My thought are all over the place and I want to say so many things and this post is messy because 1) English isn't my first language and this is the first time I write anything here, for real I don't even write tags and 2) I'm angry as hell with the behavior of most thunderbolts stans since late april. y'all are a bunch of racist bullies. You have no real reason to hate on Sam, because guess what? He's basically the same as Steve, even better, yet you dislike him? ... interesting, I wonder why that is 🤔

Now, I hated that marvel made the decision to separate Sam and Bucky. I know most Sam stans, rightfully, didn't want Bucky to be in cabnw, after the shit show that was tfatw in social media, I get it but forgetting about people's reactions, which have nothing to do with the characters dynamics, and being objective, Bucky should've been next to Sam in cap4 instead of thunderbolts. I hate that it didn't happen that way. Anthony and Sebastian literally made sambucky one of the most popular, if not THE most popular pair in marvel post endgame and you separate them??? That makes no sense to me. 🫩

However, here goes my last -messy- thoughts (because believe me, I know this post is all over the place lmao):

- Sam Wilson IS captain America and he's only doing what Steve would've done too but he's a Black man so you hate him because if it was Steve, you all would be eating it up. (Because in fact, Steve did what Sam told HIM to do many times in his trilogy and in IW and eg, go back and rewatch the movies)

- Sam is no one's therapist and he also has all the right to be mad at Bucky (even tho in the movie they don't say that, y'all made that up)

- Sam Wilson IS the avengers' leader and everybody, and I mean, EVERYBODY, will be following his lead in "doomsday", period, even the thunderbolts and I cannot wait to see that 😙

- now, because I've seen people say otherwise: James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes IS a hero, he IS an avenger. Since the moment he decided to fight Thanos in wakanda, and anybody saying otherwise is wrong. Are we forgetting he was fighting Nazis much before most of the avengers' were born? He was there fighting with the first avenger yall... He is a hero, period. No discussion. (Also, unlike ava and Yelena, he didn't decide to keep on killing people after freeing himself from his abusers, nope, he chose to go back in cryo because he didn't trust himself EVEN THOUGH, killing people wouldn't have been his choice, because he was literally mind controlled.. again, unlike Yelena and ava (love them but yeah) 😶)

- I don't think he's suddenly a horrible character, the writers have made him do ooc actions but that doesn't mean he's a terrible character, not in my books. And actually even though this whole situation makes me mad, I do think things will be better in doomsday. Marvel would be shooting themselves in the feet if they separated sambucky for real. 🤡 What's annoying about all of this is that I cannot think of a right way to get Bucky and Sam to talk about this, I mean, I can but in a movie with so many characters, I can already see them making a quick joke and that's it, everything will be alright again.. ala Russo's style meanwhile we've been enduring a year and a half (by then) of horrible takes about Sam (seriously ask yourself why do you hate this character so much.. even more if you like Steve.. ask yourself why you don't like Sam and the answer will always be racism btw 🤷🏽‍♀️)

- and lastly: y'all have to stop bringing the real life relationship of Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie to the equation. They are real friends and both of them respect each other, admire each other and love each other so much and they've been saying it all these years, even this same year. Stop equating sambucky's (FICTIONAL CHARACTERS) relation to Seb and Anthony's. Y'all weird as hell for doing that. And y'all weird as hell for going against Anthony or Sebastian for what their characters do or not do in the movies. 🙄 I'm talking to the "Anthony is Sebastian's biggest fan" crowd too. Sure, he's very enthusiastic but in any case, Sebastian's the president, vice president and first member of the "Anthony Mackie fanclub". You need to watch all the interviews of that man speaking about Anthony, literally the man whow said "one of the perks of my life is knowing Anthony Mackie", the man who said "I'd walk in Anthony's shadow all the time if I had to", the man who through all of tfatws said that Mackie was THE leader of the project because he knows how to read people and that people have to give him more recognition for his work. Sebastian said that. Their relationship is based in mutual everything, mutual love, respect, admiration. Seriously, do NOT try to speak shit about them only because you disagree with what happens in the fictional world of the MCU. 🙄

- lastly FOR REAL!!: y'all really need to observe the reactions towards thunderbolts in comparison with captain america: brave new world/other bipoc projects. The hate Sam Wilson/Anthony Mackie faces is unbelievable. Remember when everybody kept saying they'd boycott cabnw because of that nasty Zionist?? Well.. where was that energy towards darevill? Margarita Levieva is a Zionist (as a Seb Stan I was still following her until a year ago when she was literally justifying the murders of children on her instagram, nasty ass woman). Where's that energy towards the upcoming spiderman? Jon bernthal is a heavy Zionist. He was even following isra-hell's accounts on Twitter. Where's the boycott energy, huh??? 🤔 Ah yes... The leads in those movies are white men, I forgot they all have several passes.

Anyway, I do think all Hollywood productions have Zionists working in them, it's almost impossible that they don't, especially in this case because Disney itself IS a Zionist company 🙄 so you can keep your stupid ass excuse of boycotting something only when the lead is a Black man (or a woman), seriously check your fucking racism. It's so tiring to see white people giving stupid takes. Stfu and CHECK YOUR RACISM. 🫩

I think that was all lol, I don't think anyone's gonna read this because it's long as fuck and all over the place and I normally don't say shit but damn, it's been 2 months, going on 3, of non stop shitty takes. Keep Sam Wilson's name out of your mouth and please, stop being weird with Bucky. he'd hate you, Sebastian would hate you. 🫩 Do not become a nasty person in the name of defending fictional shit. This is the real world and some of you say really nasty ugly things in the name of defending fictional characters (defending from what? Idk but y'all swear you're doing something lol).

And btw, you don't have to like Sam but if you don't like him then don't speak about him, because again... There is NO a single reason why you should be feeling so much hate towards him (unless you're a racist). And if Bucky was real, he'd dislike you so much for being a piece of shit towards Sam. Think about that!! 😗

Honestly I don't even know what I wanted to achieve with this long ass post lmao, I might end up deleting it if I'm honest because I suffer anxiety and that's a big reason why I never interact with anyone here but damn, having people in my notifications being so wrong about Sam (and Bucky too actually) is so annoying. 🫩🫩🫩🫩🫩

[sortagaysortahigh]

SOCCER PLAYER JOAQUIN PLEASEEEEEEEE. as a soccer fan every time danny is out there yapping abt soccer it gets me a lil ngl like get over here you hot nerd 🫦

UGH I JUST TYPED SM SHIT OUT AND IM RETYPING BC MY PHONE FROZE FUCK!

But ok im working on this outline for college!athlete!Joaquin and also throwing a frat au in bc why not. Also enemies-ish to lovers!!! Okay i need yall to walk with me! WALK WITH ME!

Ok, joaquin torres who’s a junior in college, one of the most versatile star midfielders on his team. But lets all be fr this man loves playing on the offense, like he just feels so at home on the field. Plays division one soccer, full ride athletic scholarship. Heavily committed to both soccer snd his academics.

But he joins a frat his second semester of school bc he has enough credits to be classified as a sophomore after working his ass off his senior yr of hs. Ends up joining one of the most diverse multicultural orgs on campus, very much a frat guy but is also like HEAVILY committed to the community service and volunteer aspect of it all.

However only a handful of his frat brothers and teammates know that about him. He’s pretty closed off when it comes to the real him. Its hard for him to let ppl in, he went thru a lott growing uo (raised by immigrants, life in miami wasnt amazing, single mom, yk what i mean ok). Always wanted to change the world bc yk he gives a shit but wont let ppl know rhat about him.

Also refuses to let ppl know how smart he rlly is. By far one of the smartest guys in his frat and on his team, mf is a double major in elecreical engineering snd computer science bc the school didnt offer computer engineering outright.

This mf knows all of his professors snd is a FREQUENT office hour visitor, made sure to properly introduce himself to all of his professors in the beginning of the semester bc he knew his athletics schedule would interfere w his coursework in terms of deadlines and acc being in class.

His academic advisor and him are locked in fr like this man wont risk his scholarship, all he needs to do is maintain a 2.5, he’s got a 3.8 because he’d gotten a few Bs in some math courses sophomore yr. Also the athletic advisors dont even have to worry about vouching for him bc he’s never in his life been anywhere close to failing a class.

But Joaquin Torres likes to upkeep a cocky fratboy facade bc its easier than letting new ppl in. He’s very financially smart, but every now and then he’ll buy a $200 bottle of liquor or drop $400 on something like it’s nothing just to upkeep that rich boy act he’s portrayed so well. It also helps that his scholarship gives him extra cash on the side for books/supplies, plus he has several brand athletic sponsorships that pay well. He does send money back home everytime he gets a big contract too.

Only a handful of ppl know who he really is (outside of his professors and advisors). (Insert sam and other avengers esque characters here, all seniors or juniors ugh those mfs are so fine ok back to what i was saying). They know why he forces the facade, they dont judge him for it, and hes very appreciative.

In walks YOU, the girl he’s seen around campus a lot, an engineering major that he’s shared a few courses with in the past. You’re not sweet, not in the slightest. If anything you’re mean and closed off, but you’re also so pretty that he forgets how to speak both english and Spanish, instead he ends up a pile of mush anytime you speak to him, even in passing.

Once sophomore yr you thanked him for holding the elevator for you and he stuttered out a “no problem” and thought about the interaction for weeks.

Then, in an amazing twist of fate, he learns that you’re actually friends with his incredibly brooding goalie Bucky Barnes. At first he assumes you’re dating Buck, but he quickly lets Joaquin know that you two grew up in Brooklyn together, childhood best friends, very sibling coded.

He doesn’t learn that fact until junior year when he walks in on you sitting between Bucky and Sam at the library. You’re very clearly helping both of them with some math work (some hard shit like differntial equations). You’re all in a study room and Joaquin’s staring like blatantly staring at you specifically.

After that day, it’s fate or destiny maybe, he doesnt know and doesnt care. All he knows is youre around more often, and God you’re so pretty and smart and sure youre incredibly sarcastic but he doesn’t care!!! Not when you’re everything he’s ever wanted in a girl.

He knows you’re mean, and he cant help but swoon everytime you rudely ask him what he’s staring at. It gets worse when his frat bros or teammates flirt with you, you turn them all down. Sometimes he’ll catch you staring at him as if youmre trying to figure him out.

But he’s still Joaquin Torres, so he has to keep the facade up, has to keep pretending to be some entitled richboy who only gives a shit about soccer and his frat.

Which is the exact opposite of what Bucky’s told you about him. Little does he know, you see right through the facade, but bc he wont be himself around you, you’re disinterested and with faux indifference. In reality, his facade pisses you off to no extent. If he’s such a good guy, why’s he act like a douchebag?!

You start showing up to games and he swears he’s never played better. The first game you’re in Bucky’s jersey and he realizes that you’ve been to more games in the past, but he never paid much mind to the crowd. He’d stopped doing it freshman year—each game he’d unconsciously search the crowd for his abuela or mom—it disoriented him, he was so used to seeing them during high school games, so he stopped focusing on the crowd in college.

Then he makes eye contact with you, and you raise a single brow—he knows he has to win the game after seeing the slight challenge in your expression.

There’s always a constant back and forth with you two, and some days he cant tell if you’re playing with him or if you really are interested, but then you push him away again bc he’s still being mister douchebag.

It’s not until his frat volunteers at the local women’s shelter that you work at on the weekends. finally see him for who he actually is. Most of the guys are helping in the kitchen, a few are focused on packaging care packages and hauling donations in and out of the facility. A few of them are interacting with the kids and mothers.

But none are like Joaquin, who’s so involved with the kids that it catches you off guard. He’s running through the small playground in the back with an army of kids chasing him. He’s teaching them the basics of soccer, and the sight of him carrying the kid that scored the winning goal (in reality they were all playing against him, 10 kids vs him) on his shoulders while cheering that you realize there’s way more to Joaquin Torres than you realized.

He didn’t see you watching until he was putting the kid down. You simply nodded your head at him, a small smile on your face before you went back inside.

He’d think about your smile for weeks after.

Somehow you start seeing him more often on campus, your classes are all on the same side of campus near the engineering buildings. Some days he just walks in sync with you, your only acknowledgment being a singular look, brow raised before you continue walking. Some days he tries making small talk which you reply with ‘mhmms’.

There’s a few times when he runs into you off campus too. At volunteer events, and each time you just give him that same small smile, sometimes shaking your head, other times even offering a short hum.

Joaquin tells his mom about you.

Eventually you learn more about him, mainly because he talks a lot on those walks to class. A few details about him—the real him slip out. One day hes rambling about a math course, and he asks you for help because everyone he knows says you’re the smartest person they know.

So you help him. You meet him at the library that night after he finished practice, and you walk him through the work. That’s also when he opend up about his scholarship and you open up a bit too.

Of course theres still some back and forth with you two after that. But it’s different now, and he’s a man in LOVE!! Like he’s never played better, never looked forward to five minute walks more, and he’s never in his life ever been more grateful for five to ten word responses from someone.

One day he spots you at a game, except instead of Bucky’s jersey, you’re wearing his. His name and number so clear on your back when you turn around to grab something from someone’s friend/gf that he practically combusts.

Someoen tries to talk shit to him on the field about you, something about how attractive his girlfriend is, how you’d look better under them. He’s never gotten into s genuine altercation on the field before, he’s always been cautious, but he ends up with a yellow card and two of his teammates hold him back because he’s on the verge of fighting.

He doesn’t even know what to say to you after the game—not even when he finds you at his frat house in the middle of a celebratory after party.

That’s when the back and forth finally comes to a head.

OK THANKS FOR WALKING WITH ME!! This is literally all ive got rn outside of a few smut ideas but i promise this shits goin be minimum 10k theres so much plot ive got ideas about. My google doc is a hot mess rn

[stickia404]

"Ad Iter Per Aspera"

For the last 2 or so weeks (as of first writing), I have been slowly chipping away at a large Hex Casting project; some of y'all might remember this project, World Slate. As a quick summary, a spell circle gets "ambit" (or the area it can cast) by the smallest cube formed in its bounds. Like this one below will start up and end safely because it only needs to scan for possible routes; however, it doesn't check if the possible routes are runnable.

This post is not about cursed spell circle tech exactly, though. If y'all want to learn more about spell circle tech, my whole guide can be found here. Going back to the main topic, World Slate is the logical extreme of this, taking a spell circle, and scaling to the size of a whole minecraft world. Unfortunately, this is not the real full size minecraft world, but the whole world of HexxyTest (which has a world boarder of 10k to -10k).

Ok, but fine, what does World Slate look like? Well, its main "core" is quite small! Only ~6 blocks, it is just a Looper (a Spell Circle that never ends), a Hex on a pedestal, and a slate to clear the stack. The one in the middle is just my personal Teleportation System that uses Displace, which is free if the entity and vector is in the bounds of the Spell Circle.

The "scary" part of World Slate comes into play when you consider the scale. The small red arrow in the top is the main core of World Slate is, the small line at the top and left side are the ambit rods. Both rods extend out 20,000 blocks in the X and Z directions, placed down with mainly Hex and Sentinel Walking. What this totals to is that a single Spell Circle that has ambit on the Whole World, meaning an "Eye of Sauron" (A hex that can get true names at an instant) is not just a hypothetical, it could be running right now.

So, what were the main challenges of building this? Surprisingly? Building it was almost no problem, after making a quick hex to place the blocks down automatically, it was just spam clicking that. The main problems were with the Spell Circles themselves, or well, how they were implemented. That's right! Its Java time!

So one of the problems I think I covered in the old post was a Memory Leak of sorts Spell Circles had. TLDR: Spell Circles keep a list of vectors to "turn off" when the Spell Circle is finish (so slates can stop glowing and such), but this was a list, not a set. So it would keep adding the same vectors if the same slate got ran over. So my fix was to make that list a set (and keep track of how many slates have been "ran over" via a number)

Another problem was that Spell Circles stored Every slate they could run on. Meaning, for World Slate, it would need to keep ~40,000 Block Positions (or 120,000 integers) in a single block. So I made a quick tweak of it only storing the highest, and lowest, block positions (so it stored the corners, rather than everything). These 2 things are already large performance boosts! But, unfortunately, these are peanuts compared to the main problem. Chunk loading.

When a "copied" (IE: singleplayer with only Hex) World Slate was started up, it would load about 30,000-40,000 chunks when it was looking for Slate to run on. For some context, HexxyTest has ~30,000 chunks loaded at peak hours, with people having tons of chunk loads. So something had to be going strange and or wrong. After poking through the code for a bit, I found the singular problem line:

All this does is ask the Server Level what the block is at "herePos," but under the hood, Minecraft is loading a 14x14 (iirc) cube of chunks around that. Since, if you are loading chunks in most cases, it won't hurt to preload a few more. This is not most cases.

After banging my head on this problem, using a debugger to step through Every part of chunk loading, and getting slapped around silly by this for a week or 2, I found an odd thing, a method called "getChunkFuture." What this does is return an evaluable future that holds a single chunk's data. After poking around, I learned of a way to only load the blocks and as little chunks required.

What this chunk of code does is checks if it has already scanned this chunk, if so, uses the found one! If not, tries to get a future and runs it. While this is not perfect, it MASSIVELY increases chunk loading speed. What used to take ~10 seconds in that singleplayer world, took Two seconds. What used to crash the whole HexxyTest server? 10 seconds at peak hours. 10. Seconds.

Being perfectly honest, I have No Clue why that works; according to Chloe (who helped me test this) that method is used in World Gen only. But I couldn't find any errors or bugs with it in this case, and it has been working well on the HexxyTest server!

After fixing a few bugs, some made by me, some made by Hex (like forgetting the Slate Limit....)

Its ready to be merged into Hex! Right now, the HexxyTest server is using a modified build of Hex that uses this. And it is also sitting as a PR to the main Hex GH Repo too!

Overall, really quite proud of my self for making this whole World Slate system, and optimizing base Hex Casting Spell Circles too! Hopefully this encourages people to use Spell Circles, since they are fun, and extremely useful.

Now to work on my addon, Slate Works, and make Spell Circles even better... Also, thank you for reaching the end! This is less of an essay, and more of an info-dump on stuff that I find really cool. Hope you enjoyed it too!

[concretejunglefm]

I have a thot. Hear me out...

Virgin!Noah who's your best friend, the two of you sitting on the couch watching a movie or something and at some point, you notice he's hard so you make him jerk off while you're prising him and talking him through it. But everytime he's about to cum you tell him to stop, and he does it ofc, being the good boy he is. You make him do that a few times until he can't take it anymore and just when he finally thought you'd let him cum you take his hand off his dick, bringing it your mouth and start sucking his fingers while jerking him off so he finally cums, with a loud moan of your name. And the sounds that he makes the whole time...my God. 😮‍💨

Ok, that's it. Bye 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

I DON’T KNOW ABOUT NOAH BUT I THINK I BLUE SCREENED HERE

This is the perfect setup for sub leaning bestfriend!noah. A virgin, already so eager to be your good boy and obey, and now you’re the one offering him the touch he’s so desperately needed and craved 🫠

What’s even better is the fact you already know he’s hard, because you’ve been pressing your foot against his thigh. The two of you are lying end to end on the couch, facing each other, and you’ve been innocently brushing your foot along his thigh. Not quite touching his crotch, but close enough for it to have an effect.

What a good boy he is, listening as you talk him through jerking off for you. He’s done it a million times, no doubt, but now he’s learning how you want to see it. “Nice and slow… just like that. Good boy. Now squeeze the tip—let me see… mmm, yep. Look at that precum, how it drips. God, it looks so pretty. Don’t you think?” He’s damn near blushing, because he’s never once thought of his dick—or jerking off, as something that could be pretty. Not until now.

Don’t even get me started on the sounds, he’s so pretty, all whiny and needy, the way he moans your name when he’s begging, breathless and pleading. “Please… please, can I cum? Please let me…” He’s giving you his softest puppy eyes, hoping they’ll sway you, but instead of giving in, you take his fingers in your mouth—slick with precum from where he’s touched himself, and that’s when the real shift hits. He goes from whining to breathless, watching you lick them clean, savoring every drop before you suck them at a pace that matches your hands rhythm on his cock.

When he finally cums, what a glorious sight it is. It splashes up his stomach, coating his skin as he pulls his shirt up, and you just have to dive in and lick it up afterward, and you will 😈

[so-i-did-this-thing]

Holy SHIT I’m starting college soon and I can’t believe it I’m so in shock like stop the clocks i was 13 yesterday????? And i don’t know anything about college and how people live in dorms and it’s not my dream uni so I’m also kind of bereaved because I’ve been forced into reckoning with the fact that my dreams kind of crashed and burned through the horrific process of packing my life into suitcases- but I’m also kind of excited but mostly just. So scared. But like. Not terrified. Just petrified. I really can’t believe it.

Yooo, congrats on this milestone!

College is both scary and not. Helpful, I know, lol.

Succeeding at college is about being able to stick to a routine and your responsibilities. Resist the urge to skip class or use AI, because it ultimately only hurts you. Plan your course load so you're not overwhelmed -- having free time to have fun is still important. And if you *are* ever overwhelmed, make use of the resources you have on campus -- healthcare, advisors, etc. You will not be the first scared student, nor the last.

Don't worry about not getting into your first choice uni. You may have options for transfer, or an advanced degree elsewhere. You might even change your mind about what you want to study, and that's ok! Making connections is just as important as the degree, so make use of any career advisors, as well as your professors' office hours - you may have more opportunities than you think to build your resume.

As for office hours - professors generally love it when students come by. Don't be intimidated - your professors are just people, and will likely love to have the chance to give advice and talk about their personal work. Some possible office hours topics that go beyond questions about the syllabus:

Who are important figures in this field I should follow on social media, their books/articles, podcasts, etc?

What are some ways I can start to get real-world experience or even just exposure to this field? Any special events? Internships, fellowships, opportunities to volunteer, etc?

How are current events impacting this field? Where do you see things going by the time I graduate?

Dorm life is going to depend on your roommate(s) and being a good communicator. Be on the same page about your routines and who else may end up in the room. Try to be a good roommate by keeping your space clean, and not being noisy during quiet times. You might find noise canceling headphones or earplugs useful - I remember my dorms still being pretty noisy at night.

Have a little go bag ready in case your dorm has a fire alarm or other emergency. It can just be your regular backpack with your keys, wallet, phone and charger, meds, etc.

I'm going to assume you're smart to watch yourself about drinking/recreational drugs and unprotected sex. Please be safe in all regards and have a plan on how to get help if something happens.

A big risk I wish I was aware of at your age was credit cards -- I'm not sure how bad it is these days, but the credit card companies when I went to college in the 90s would hand out free swag on campus if you signed up for a card. This got a lot of kids (including myself, ~$1k) in debt *real* fast. If you must get a card, get a pre-paid one you have to reload, or get one with a very small limit (enough for an emergency uber/cab or urgent care visit) and refuse any balance increases. If your campus offers financial literacy courses, take one.

But overall, take a deep breath and be prepared to enjoy a new level of agency! Look around in your uni's town for things to see and do -- try to avoid spending all your free time indoors on a computer. Sign up for clubs, go to museums, explore parks and trails, all that good stuff -- you will remember your free time experiences more than your studies once you get to be my age.

College is going to help set you up for a career, but it will not be the end of the world if things don't go as expected. Nor does it mean you're set for life once you graduate. The world is always changing and so are you, and as long as you are willing to be honest with how you're feeling about the experience and ask for help when you need it, you will be fine. ❤️

[echoflowerwhispers]

UTMV cat breeds?

I've decided to make a big ol' post with what cat breed each utmv sans would be because I may or may not make a warrior cats AU >:3

Big ass post under cut so beware lol

Star Sanses:

Dream would be a bright coloured Somali cat that looks something like this ^

I was originally going to make him a long-haired, high-orange tortoiseshell (that would also be a nice visual indicator that Dream is intersex, cuz torties and calicos can only be female if you didn't know), but I couldn't find a breed or body type I liked, so he's a Somali

Ink is a calico Kurilian Bobtail that could also be a chimaera like this one ^

Just like Dream, Ink is intersex, so the calico makes sense and looks good!

Blue would be a lynx point because... blue. And he'd probably be an American Bobtail, so his fur would be a bit shorter than this, but similar enough ^

Not sure what to say about Blue other than that I chose an American Bobtail because I want Blue to be a beefy little tank >:3

Dark Sanses/Bad Guys:

Nightmare, just like Dream, is a Somali, except he's a lot darker, with barely any gold at all, like this lovely gentleman ^

Nightmare is also intersex and has a big scar covering the right side of his face from a car accident. He has various other scars covering his body, but the second largest is a long slash that goes over his right shoulder and down his neck from the same accident

Dust is a blue tuxedo Scottish Fold, but I couldn't find a lot of images, so just pretend this one doesn't have the muzzle and arm spots, and has less white ^

Dust was a pedigree that ran away because of abusive owners and ended up in the abandoned building Nightmare calls his castle

Killer is a silver tabby, but unlike the one in the image, he's a European Shorthair, not an American Shorthair (his face is pointier) ^

Killer also has cataracts so his vision is piss poor but I couldn't find an eye condition that made the eyes black and doesn't permanently blind the cat :(

Horror is a classic brown tabby Maine Coon like this one ^

I was going to say he got in a car accident, but the damage wouldn't make sense if that were the case, so instead, he got mauled by a dog and lost his right eye and left ear. He obviously has a plethora of other scars

Cross is a white Norwegian Forest Cat with little black spotting, a little less black than this one ^

He's a big fluffy boy, not sure what else to say lol

Other AUs and Outcodes:

Error is a black LaPerm because I need him to be scruffy af, but not Lykoi kinda scruffy. His colours would also be a bit scruffy like this little guy ^

He has a cataract in his right eye, so his vision isn't the best, and he kinda squints in that eye because of an old infection he somehow managed to walk off

Fresh is a red fox :3

Ok, hear me out, ik a fox isn't a cat breed, but listen. Fresh is technically a parasite, and since the zombie virus isn't a thing yet and tapeworms don't take over your body, it would make sense to make him a different species entirely. If you really want him to be a cat, tho, you could probably make him an orange and white Turkish Angora, but to me, it's either a fox or a funky small dog

Lust is a lilac point Siamese Cat like this one ^

I had a really hard time with his colours cuz I could have gone for a plain white, but I feel that doesn't really suit him, and purple cats aren't real, unfortunately

Sci is a Cornish Rex with this fawn colour, but make his fur a little more curly ^

Idk why I included him, but might as well since we have Lust here already

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And that's all the cats so far! If you want me to add more, or think you can make better choices than I can, lmk :]

[chan-hvgs]

Request:

The photos above are not mine! They're from pinterest and belong to their rightful owners.

Ship(s)/Characters: Kim Seungmin x Fem!Reader, Chan, Hyunjin, Felix, Jeongin mentioned 

Word count: 1,245

CW: Fluff, mentions of food, friends to lovers, kissing, a little bit of crack at the end

Bold is texted

Summary: You came to Seoul to pursue your dreams as a graphic designer and animation. You met a certain someone while you were there, what happens now? 

Pt.1 Pt.2

Dating an idol was harder than you thought, I mean obviously you knew it would be– crazy schedules, secrecy, the possible distance– and you were willing to go through that for Seungmin, but it really was tricky. It had been 2 weeks since yours and Seungmin's first date and you haven't seen each other since then.

 Sure you kept in touch and texted as much as you could everyday, had sleepy late night calls when you both had a chance, and he sent you little photos of him throughout the day, but you wanted another real date– and you could tell Seungmin did too. 

It was midmorning while you were at work when you received a text, his name illuminating the screen. 

Seungmin: 

Hey

I know it's been a while but I have a few free hours and I was wondering if you wanted to go out again?

You:

Yes! Ofc! What time? 

Seungmin: 

I mean i’ll be free around 5pm until maybe 8 ish

 but If you want to come to the dorm after you get off your clock for convenience you can. Felix will let you in :)

You:

Ok! See you soon Minnie <3

You couldn’t help the soft smile tugging at your lips as you slipped your phone away. Suddenly, finishing work couldn’t come fast enough. When you finally clock out you gather your stuff and made your way to the dorm, nerves and excitement bubbling together in your chest. When you knocked, the door cracked open—and a flash of blonde hair appeared. “Y/N! HI!” Felix beamed, opening the door wide and ushering you inside “come in.” You smile softly “Hi, thanks Felix.” He nodded, flopping on the couch as you followed in suit, setting your bag down. Felix smiled and looked at you, cocking his head to the side “So…” He began “How's it going with Seungmin?” You look away, fiddling with your hands in your lap “Good! At least I think so…” Felix raised his eyebrow “Hey, what's up?” You shrug, eyes downcast “I don't know” you sigh “He’s just… Seungmin, you know? He’s perfect. And I’m… not.” You looked down. “I’m still learning Korean. I mess things up. I just—I wonder if he deserves someone more on his level.” Felix looked at your face with a sympathetic smile, blinking before nudging your knee with his “Seriously? Y/N, the guy is head over heels for you. Trust me, I live with him. I’ve never seen him like this—he’s practically glowing.” He giggled  “This is the most stupid in love I’ve ever seen him” You peek over at him “Really? You think?” Felix nods “I know. You should tell him how you feel. He’d want to hear it. Y/N, he loves you, or else he wouldn't have done all of this.” You nod, but still sigh “But what if he rejects me?” Felix sighed, shaking his head “He won’t, I swear.” He smiled “and if he does, he’s an idiot.” You giggled, nodding as the door clicked open and a tired, rustled Seungmin walked in. 

But the second he saw you his face lit up. “Hi! Are you ready to go?” You nod, standing, eyes falling on him worriedly “Are you sure you don’t need a moment first? You look exhausted…” He hummed, already reaching to take your hand. “Nah– I'm fine, let's go shall we? I have somewhere I want to show you.” You glance back one more time, Felix winking at you before the door swung closed.

Seungmin leads you to a cute little market, bustling with energy. Pretty overhead fairy lights illuminate the path, the smell of food and sweets wafting through the air, it was like something straight out of a movie. He smiled over at you and your heart jumped, gosh he was beautiful— especially in this light. “What are you feeling? Sweet, Savory?” You shrug and he brings you over to a stand, practically bouncing with excitement “This one's my favorite, and after we have to get ice cream!” You grinned, stomach rumbling with hunger. You both ordered—him, tuna kimbap, and you your choice— Seungmin tapping his card against your will. You two began to wander the rows of food stalls and vendors. Seungmin kept pointing things out, offering little facts or teasing comments, and you found yourself laughing more than eating. When you both finished he brought you to an ice cream stand, ordering his own mint chocolate ice cream as well as your flavor. As he starts leading you to the exit, he glanced over at you “Hey, would you… wanna come to practice with me? Just for a bit?” You blinked. “Really?” “Yeah. Just so we can hang out a little more.” You smiled, nodding as your heart warmed. He really did want to spend time with you.

 As the vocalist led you to the company building, he told you funny stories about his day. Once arrived he went inside and led you in, getting to their dance practice room. The two of you were somehow the first ones in, the company way more quiet at night, 7:48 on the clock above the door read, ah, he was early. Seungmin looked at you, taking a deep breath, his eyes flicking to the floor “Hey, can we talk?” You nodded, heart dropping to your stomach, the air suddenly stale. Was this it? Was he gonna end things? Cut the ties? 

Seungmin’s ears turned red and he wrung his hands “I uh– like, no I love you Y/N.. And I want to be official.. You know?” He looked at the ground “I guess I’m asking to be your boyfriend, like for real…” You look up at him, blinking. “Wait—really?” He looked up, wide-eyed. “Unless that’s too soon—”  “No! No– I… Yes Seungmin, of course…” You smiled, heart racing. “I thought you’d never ask.” His relief was visible. He stepped forward, arms out. You melted into them.

From outside, a few of the members started arriving. About to open the door, Felix suddenly skidded to a stop, and held a finger to his lips. “Shhhhh!” he hissed, silencing the members. He put his ear to the door in order to hear the conversation with a sly look on his face, holding back a smile. 

Inside Seungmin tilted your face up at him, looking at you for permission, when you nodded he pushed his lips onto yours in a soft, chaste kiss. It was a little uncertain and clumsy, neither of you having a ton of experience, but it was perfect none the less. His hand grazed your cheek like you were made of glass, the smell of his cologne adding to the kiss. Just as Seungmin was about to try to deepen the kiss- 

SLAM–

The door slammed open, causing the both of you to flinch. Felix was jumping up and down giddily, almost like a cartoon character. Hyunjin's hand was over his eyes in disgust, Chan looked like a proud father– though slightly concerned– and Jeongin’s mouth was on the floor, frozen like someone unplugged him. 

Seungmin snarled as the two of you jumped apart, he looked at the members with light malice. You giggled, hands over your face in embarrassment. When you peeked at Seingmin again his eyes were already on you. He softly ushered you to the couch. “Practice time?” Seungmin deadpanned, sighing as the others filed in. 

You smiled to yourself, this was real. And it was just the beginning.

(A/N: Hi! more beautiful stranger lol. I hope you like it @vernorica123! Sorry my uploads have been slower, I’ve been a bit burnt out and also life has been picking up a bit again. I hope everyone is doing well! Thank you all so much for the support recently! It means a ton! As always, feel free to request, eat a nice meal and drink some water! Remember that you are loved! Thank you for reading! Love y’all! -🐝)

[laurrelise]

ok hey hi hello i know episode 1 was yesterday but really quick i just wanna go through a a few of my absolute favorite shots from it because there are some that really just stick with me..so here we go

first of all: klaus talking to reg’s ashes at the funeral. this shot is just visually interesting to me but on top of it, robert sheehan does this cool thing where he looks just beyond the camera, but it makes it look like he’s talking to us. and it gives me chills down my spine every single time without fail

next this one, no particular reason for it, i just think there’s something so interesting about it and i will literally pause this scene every rewatch just to kinda enjoy it for a sec.

i love diego and viktor’s relationship because it’s so interesting to me. he has a right to be angry about viktor exposing their childhood trauma, but viktor has a right to take the spotlight for a minute and heal himself however he can. i love the way that their sort of awkward friendship develops throughout the show. diego’s immediate unconditional acceptance of viktor along with his “do you feel loved? — good, cuz you are” gets me every time, especially after everything they’ve been through up until that point.

there is so much going on in this shot, the expression acting from both of them is fantastic, and viktor’s little “he was my father too” really does echo through my mind for a while after i hear him say it. it’s just so so good

ok this shot is just pretty, the slow dolly zoom, the way that the monocle drops from his hand and dangles is so dramatic and interesting to me personally on top of luther’s voice echoing in the background.

the way this season and especially this very first episode slowly peels back each of the characters’ personalities through secrets and little expositions is so so remarkable. like we’re left to think “why on EARTH did he downplay his brother’s worrying over this especially after he took it himself???” and then they explain it bit by bit so slowly in the next few episodes. god it’s so good

ok this one’s a no brainer. ben disappearing and reappearing because of klaus’ perspective of him gives me chills every time

i know it’s something we all very much agree on but leaving five and six to not be introduced until the middle and end of the pilot episode is such an extraordinary directing choice. it builds so much mystery and curiosity and i remember being so invested the very first time i watched it. also he looks so sad man. not frozen waffles AGAIN….

i may actually add more to this post but these initial four stick out to me in particular and i just wanted to ramble a bit about them :>

also sorry if the coloring on these looks real weird, i brightened them some in case i wanted to use them for drawing references. season one’s coloring is so incredible and it’s perfect for the dark and muted vibe when you’re watching but when im referencing it and i can’t see shit..yeah that’s a problem lmfao