idk if people on tumblr know about this but a cybersecurity software called crowdstrike just did what is probably the single biggest fuck up in any sector in the past 10 years. it's monumentally bad. literally the most horror-inducing nightmare scenario for a tech company.
some info, crowdstrike is essentially an antivirus software for enterprises. which means normal laypeople cant really get it, they're for businesses and organisations and important stuff.
so, on a friday evening (it of course wasnt friday everywhere but it was friday evening in oceania which is where it first started causing damage due to europe and na being asleep), crowdstrike pushed out an update to their windows users that caused a bug.
before i get into what the bug is, know that friday evening is the worst possible time to do this because people are going home. the weekend is starting. offices dont have people in them. this is just one of many perfectly placed failures in the rube goldburg machine of crowdstrike. there's a reason friday is called 'dont push to live friday' or more to the point 'dont fuck it up friday'
so, at 3pm at friday, an update comes rolling into crowdstrike users which is automatically implemented. this update immediately causes the computer to blue screen of death. very very bad. but it's not simply a 'you need to restart' crash, because the computer then gets stuck into a boot loop.
this is the worst possible thing because, in a boot loop state, a computer is never really able to get to a point where it can do anything. like download a fix. so there is nothing crowdstrike can do to remedy this death update anymore. it is now left to the end users.
it was pretty quickly identified what the problem was. you had to boot it in safe mode, and a very small file needed to be deleted. or you could just rename crowdstrike to something else so windows never attempts to use it.
it's a fairly easy fix in the grand scheme of things, but the issue is that it is effecting enterprises. which can have a looooot of computers. in many different locations. so an IT person would need to manually fix hundreds of computers, sometimes in whole other cities and perhaps even other countries if theyre big enough.
another fuck up crowdstrike did was they did not stagger the update, so they could catch any mistakes before they wrecked havoc. (and also how how HOW do you not catch this before deploying it. this isn't a code oopsie this is a complete failure of quality ensurance that probably permeates the whole company to not realise their update was an instant kill). they rolled it out to everyone of their clients in the world at the same time.
and this seems pretty hilarious on the surface. i was havin a good chuckle as eftpos went down in the store i was working at, chaos was definitely ensuring lmao. im in aus, and banking was literally down nationwide.
but then you start hearing about the entire country's planes being grounded because the airport's computers are bricked. and hospitals having no computers anymore. emergency call centres crashing. and you realised that, wow. crowdstrike just killed people probably. this is literally the worst thing possible for a company like this to do.
crowdstrike was kinda on the come up too, they were starting to become a big name in the tech world as a new face. but that has definitely vanished now. to fuck up at this many places, is almost extremely impressive. its hard to even think of a comparable fuckup.
a friday evening simultaneous rollout boot loop is a phrase that haunts IT people in their darkest hours. it's the monster that drags people down into the swamp. it's the big bag in the horror movie. it's the end of the road. and for crowdstrike, that reaper of souls just knocked on their doorstep.
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One of the things I really like about Tumblr is there seems to be a healthy appreciation for invertebrate biology here, which I don’t always see as much on other social media websites. Tumblr users overall seem to love bugs, and it’s important to me that every person who loves bugs knows the name Charles Henry Turner. If you’re not yet familiar with this man, I’m delighted to introduce you to one of the most remarkable minds ever born of this earth, and a true pioneer in the field of entomology and animal behavior.
Charles Turner was born in the United States just a few years after the end of the civil war. His brilliance was evident from the start, and after graduating valedictorian of his high school class he quickly went on to earn his Bachelor’s and Master’s degrees in short order. While in school, Turner’s relentless curiosity became his greatest advantage. He was drawn to and fascinated by topics that were largely ignored by modern science at the time, namely the cognitive behaviors of insects and other invertebrates. While many of his colleagues believed insects to be mindless automata acting on instinct alone, Turner felt deeply that the brains of these oft overlooked animals were far more complex than the scientific community suspected. He performed extensive experiments to test his theories and found overwhelming evidence of problem solving and individualism among organisms as small as ants and spiders.
By the time Turner earned his zoology pHD in 1907 he had published dozens of papers in highly esteemed journals and had even co-authored a book. It is likely that Turner was the first African American to earn a pHD from the University of Chicago. With such a sparkling academic reputation and enormous body of research, one would expect this candidate to have no issues obtaining a professorship at a prestigious school. Though by every right Turner should have been head of science department at a top university, the systemic racism that permeated academia meant that doors a white man would have walked through were locked and bolted shut for Charles Henry Turner.
Turner did not allow this prejudice to dim in any way his blindingly bright passion for knowledge. He took a job as a high school teacher, and continued to perform and publish research on his own all while he instilled his students with a love for zoology. He published more than 70 papers in extremely respected journals and he remained passionately curious for the entirety of his life. If I tried to list here all of the incredible discoveries Turner made in his lifetime it would take me days to sufficiently express the impact he had on the field of invertebrate behavior. His experiments were so ahead of their time that entomologists today marvel at his research and wonder how much more we would know if Turner’s work had been given the attention and respect of other scientists working at the time. Turner’s mind was about a century ahead of those entomological contemporaries who had no interest in giving him a seat at the table. His tombstone simply reads “scientist”
Like many people of color throughout history, Turner’s exceptional contributions to our world have been unfairly overlooked by many. His name has historically been left out of entomology textbooks and courses, despite laying down groundwork that is still used today. I really recommend that anyone interested in entomology or even biology in general read up on Charles Henry Turner and his works. This is an excellent article that discusses his many challenges and triumphs in the field.
summary: you find Metropolis’s very own Superman bleeding out in a Gotham alleyway and kick him to make sure he’s not dead (read first image)
a/n: guys I think this is one of my best fics. It’s so cute and funny. Turns out that mini break helped lol
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Of course it started raining right now. You had just gotten off work and although it had been cloudy all day in Gotham, you were hoping to get home before the rain started.
But as most people living in Gotham know, lucky is hardly on your side.
The clouds were a dark grey and the whole sky was already dark. Only faulty lamp posts lighting your way through foggy streets so the rain wasn't really helping you out.
Now, living in Gotham allowed you to pick up on a few survival skills. One being, when you heard groans of pain or serious voices coming from an alley, get the hell away from there.
Maybe it was cruel because someone could be hurt and in need of help but there was no saying of what could be hiding in the dark behind them.
So when you did hear the muffled groan and then silence? You were going to walk right past and block that out. If only you hadn't caught a glimpse of him.
The guy wasn't in full view and the rain was making it hard as well, but one thing you couldn't deny?
The blue and red suit.
Superman was known to stop in Gotham very very rarely. It was definitely a space very opposite of Metropolis. So when he did it was usually for a quick stop or something extremely important.
You only just peaked into the alleyway to confirm it was him.
His muffled groans had stopped already and he wasn't moving anymore. Was he alive? Could Superman even die? You had too many of random vigilantes in Gotham to keep tabs on so you didn't really bother with the others.
With a sigh you decided to ignore the logical part of your brain and slowly stepped closer to him. Keeping your gaze trained on him and everywhere else around you just in case. It was still Gotham.
"Superman?"
Your voice came out unintentionally quiet.
Still no response.
A few steps closer. You were right behind his laid out body. His back to you. Peaking over you could see the blood and tares on his suit. His eyes were closed.
Holy shit was Superman really dead?
After a few more seconds of slightly panicked staring…you kicked him.
It probably didn't feel like much to a literal alien with what you knew to be an extremely high pain tolerance.
Just a quick clean kick right to his back.
He suddenly groaned and you quickly jumped back.
Should you run off? Would he smite you or something? Can't just leave him here though, can you?
"You know…never been kicked by a civilian before."
His voice was deep and gravely. Clearly pained as he rolled over onto his back. Groaning slightly when he finally pulled himself into a sitting position.
"I was seeing if you were dead."
An amused and slightly surprised chuckle fell from his lips.
"Nah I'm still kicking. Thank you."
Your eye brow raised for a second as you looked at the clearly exhausted kryptonian.
"You're thanking me for kicking you like you were a dead bug?"
"I'm thanking you…for caring. Not everyone would check on me. Even outside of Gotham."
"Yeah don't give me too much credit. I was going to before I saw the suit."
Superman nodded solemnly. A weird part of you wanted to feel bad for saying it. His determination to always do good had a way of making others want to as well.
"So. I mean now that I know you aren't dead or anything, why were you even here?"
"I was just visiting someone. But apparently being who I am tends to draw attention."
You stepped forward a bit and crouched down. Fingers tracing the edge of his cape.
"Really? Being a huge guy wearing a bright blue suit with bright red underwear and a cape, flying across the sky brings you attention? I'm shocked. Truly."
A small tired grin made its way onto his face. "Me too."
You weren't as guard anymore. Eyes a little less worried and scrutinizing.
"Thought you were supposed to heal really fast or whatever?"
He winced at a sudden pain when he tried to move. Without thinking you placed your hands on his shoulders, immediately stopping him. Silently assuring him that it was okay to just stay there for a bit.
Even in Gothams darkest nights, his big blue eyes shown like no other. So very bright and full of love and care.
"Usually it's much faster yes. But I get my energy from the sun. And…clearly she doesn't really show up her much so my bodies having a hard time."
"…so you like…photosynthesis?" It was hard to hold back your stifled giggles.
The large kryptonian looked dumbfounded for a moment as he stared at you. Registering very slowly what you just said.
"I…oh gosh I do."
The second he said that you were full on cackling now.
Without you noticing (too busy laughing your ass off) his gaze turned tender and soft.
Your laugh was nice. The way your skin crinkled by your eyes and mouth. The bright smile and the absolutely angelic tone of your laughter.
Despite his earlier pain and worries. Your laughter felt like it had lifted something in him. Reminding him why he fought for people just like you.
He wanted people to be happy. Wanted them to be hopeful. Most of all he wanted those good feelings to infect everyone.
Soon enough, your laughs died down and you wiped a few tears from laughing so hard. Making eye contact with him again.
"Well Superman, I'm glad we found that out because that's hilarious. Now we should probably get your sad puppy looking ass out of here huh?"
His brows furrowed. Only proving your point further. With his big expressfull eyes, wet curls that laid against his forehead, that stupid little curl in the front still there somehow.
Even the way his bottom lip jutted out just slightly and his shoulders hunched forward to make himself seem smaller.
Really the epitome of sad wet puppy.
He decided not to comment on it. "I'm not sure I'm in great enough condition to fly."
You shrugged like you didn't even plan on that in the first place. Which you really didn't.
"Yeah my place isn't far, it's fine. You can chill there if you want."
"That's…very kind of you." There he goes again with those stupidly kind eyes, only making you roll yours. It wasn't fair how sweet he was.
"Yeah yeah I'm great, let's go big guy. Can you stand?"
He nodded slightly and pulled himself up. Groaning the second he did. You didn't hesitate to move under his arm. Looping it around your shoulders to give him some support.
Getting past those last few stairs, you were able to open your apartment door and help him in. In no time, having him laid out across your couch.
"Good?"
He sighed out.
"Good. Thank you again."
You nodded and left the room. Coming back just minutes later eith a heat lamp. His eyes were closed while you set it up. Only opening when he could seeing the bright light thorough his eyelids.
"…is that a heat lamp?"
"Yeah. It's not the sun but close enough."
Clark didn't have the guts to tell you that the reason the Sun on this Earth helped him was not because of the heat and instead was the solar radiation which heat lamps didn't give off.
Only giving you an appreciative smile as you turned toward the kitchen. He could admit the heat felt nice compared to the rainy outdoors they had just been in.
"You drink tea Superman?"
"I do."
His eyes watched your quiet movements. Grabbing tea packets from a small cabinet and bringing out two mugs while a kettle heated up on the stove.
Only ten minutes later were you both sat on the couch, sipping your tea from random mugs you had collected over the years.
"I guess I have somewhere to go whenever I get hurt in Gotham now dont I?"
"Thought you'd have Batman for that?"
"The caretaker scares me sometimes." He was talking about Alfred. There had been a few times where Alfred was a little too intense. Even his medic skills were freakishly good. Very different from his Ma patching him up with gentle shushes.
Though that didn't stop her from giving the occasional pinch when he moved to much.
"Wow. Big guy who can lift buildings is scared of a caretaker. You know you really are full of surprises?"
He hummed softly and took another sip of tea.
"Metropolis better know I saved their favourite superhero from bleeding out in an Gotham alleyway."
"I'll make sure that your efforts are well recognized there."
farfetch'd is like the most edible pokemon just because he comes with his own aromatics. pop that bad boy in the oven with some oran berries.... don't mind if i do
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@dyketraining tags pass peer review
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I love to hate things and people. And when I turn out to be RIGHT and that person is a DICK? All parasocial relationships are bad and evil unless I am right about hating someone and then parasocial relationships are good actually
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We all thought about the same person let's just be honest here....
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For me it's always going to be people who keep Pokémon without any thought as to their enrichment and needs. You do not need a fucking Arcanine, you live in a studio apartment and don't walk more than a block a day. You think you want a Gardevoir but are you okay with having an unknowable creature reading your thoughts every waking moment of the day? Even while you do... the nasty?
It drives me crazy because people see a Champion and think they have the time, energy, money, and space necessary to raise a Dragon type. Unless you have generational wealth, let me spell it out for you: you do not have the funds for a Dragon type. And yes! Charizard is on that list, guys! You can't even afford to feed yourself!
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local tumblr user declares the poors only get rat pokemon. maybe a bug pokémon if we are very good. we must grovel in the streets amen
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Laugh all you want but I'm serious. I have heard of someone who is living with a MR. MIME like it's her HUSBAND!!!! That's fucking GROSS. These are creatures that TRUST us and NEED us.
Did you know that most Ponyta prefer to be in a herd? Are you going to have the space for that? Did you know that if you don't properly care for certain fire species their flame goes out? Sure, they're cute when they're small: but unless you're a rancher or a Gym Leader... I'm sorry. You're gross to me if you think otherwise. I hate people like that.
And for the record, rat and bug Pokémon are very valuable from an ecological standpoint. They hold an extremely important niche. People like you would rather they be hunted to extinction because they're pests, not pretty. It's disgusting.
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anybody in this thread smoke weed
#NOT THE RATS FOR THE POOR PEOPLE... GIRLLLLLL
#the thing is they're not like... wrong.... #like i agree with the sentiment
#my friend tried to get a slyveon just by like. playing catch a few times
#.... like you do need to try.... #also fyi i have a large species so i'm biased
#grovyle my baby . my man. u are costing me like so much in pokepuffs per month
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why are we all talking about what pokemon to eat tonight lmafo
#.... obviously jigglypuff. homegirl is 90% cotton candy
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Like okay I got into science because I love to learn but the more I find out about how we've classified Pokémon types the more insane I feel. What do you mean there's no singular true indicator? What do you mean that there are several conditions which completely alter their base type?
Literally today my lab partner and I got into a very serious discussion about Luxray. That thing is a fuckking dark type!!!!! I'm sorry!!! I don't care what Bulbapedia says!!!! anyway i threw a pokeball at him and it swallowed him whole and now i'm going to jail for unlawful imprisonment of a TA
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there's something, like, very dystopian about the idea that if u put an ugly hat on ur favorite little creature it changes like. the DNA. like. do other pokemon look at what you've done and cower? that's their friend... similar but changed... forever having known a life that is entirely alien to them...
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.... Are we going to ignore that OP swallowed a human into a ball???
#yes we are. #my friend loves those hats but I think they're so ugly #and stupid
#if i wanted a specific type imma get that type..... #typesetting #show james
just saw someone say writing omegaverse fanfic of your pokemon is bestiality. ma'am this is the monster fucking site. you should be grateful that it's only omegaverse.
#the things i've seen would melt your eyebrows clean off your face
#..... typhlosion they could never make me hate you baby
#i know that's not what's in your heart
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Okay say what you will. But shorts really are comfy and easy to wear
What small change can you make that will push you towards the life you want?
What do you have more control over than you realize?
thank you for all the support <3 i’m very happy my readings are reaching people and resonating with you all. please let me know if there’s anything you’d like me to do – more piles, different format, themes, more astrology content, spellwork, manifestations, protection, connecting to spirit and deities, etc. this is probably the most fulfilled i’ve felt to do something, especially professionally – i’m hoping to do paid personal readings (tarot and astrology charts) soon, so stay tuned if that’s something you’re interested in. i genuinely love connecting to all of your energies, i’ve been feeling more fluid and hopeful these days – i’m hoping my spiritual gifts and advice can give you something in return. i used to feel like my abilities were more of a burden - until now :D
pile 1
This pile feels very heavy, but in a way that you are a bit too familiar with. There is this feeling of repeating patterns even though they no longer serve you. The best thing you can do right now – stop caring. It is that simple. Maybe things that used to bring you joy don’t anymore. Maybe people you surround yourself with have disappointed you too much. If it’s too hard, you don’t have to cut them off necessarily. But it is extremely important you stop giving too much where it’s not reciprocated. Just stand still for a while, look around, and then refocus your energy. Because, in the end, who cares? You have one life and it’s completely yours. It is yours to live, yours to change, yours to experience.
Become more assertive and bright – don’t minimize yourself for anyone that doesn’t understand. Be all of what you are. With the star, the emperor and the sun in your pile – your energy is so bright, please don’t dim it for anyone or anything. This is also the best time for you to reinvent yourself – change up your appearance, take up another hobby, find a career path most suitable for you. Whatever people say about you or how they treat you is not your problem – it is just a projection. Your potential is so much more than this. Let go of all past troubles, think to the future and present rather than the past. Once you focus on yourself and your joy everything else will fall in line.
I’m also sensing many interruptions here – maybe you have felt like you failed too many times, maybe people try to get in your way, maybe you feel like giving up. Look for the smallest thing that makes you feel otherwise and start from there.
Anything you begin now will root itself and grow far beyond your expectations. Your identity and emotions are very important at this time, listen to your own body. I don’t usually say this, but I think you would benefit from not emotionally connecting/overconnecting to other people. You may be feeling drained by overextending yourself and empathizing too much. Start from zero, start from the ground up. Take a trip by yourself. Be free. Let go of fear. You can do anything by yourself, even if it scares you. Soon you will receive the recognition you deserve, but that will only be the icing on top. If you have any aquarius or leo placements check where the eclipse is happening in your chart – i sense many of you either have these or an aries placement (the saturn transit is having a huge impact on the collective overall as well).
confirmations: bursts of energy, sweet tooth, bugs, pets, jewelry, sunny days, smiling while crying – feeling bittersweet
pile 2
confirmations: wind, smoke, 21, feeling jaded, hyperfocused, guitar, the beach, anxiety, isolation
Life has been feeling chaotic for you lately. Problems at work, school or financial issues? Maybe feeling out of place? You may be handling a bit too much right now. You are persevering on the outside but it may be having a negative impact on you. You may have a sense of pride for being able to take so much at once – but please don’t be afraid to ask for help.
I sense this energy of you having to clear your head. Go for a walk, go somewhere that brings you peace, talk to people with similar viewpoints. Somewhere in nature or around a body of water. If you have a pet spend time with them. This will bring you new ideas and a fresh mindset. You are the type of person who feels the need to control everything around you, maybe you don’t feel safe if you don’t know the answers. It is safe to let go and not have to be strong.
Something that has felt very unfair may have happened in the near past. Justice will be brought. Things may seem much worse than they actually are. Whoever wronged you will be faced with their own troubles. It is not your responsibility to solve other peoples issues. There are many good things happening for you are actually not seeing right now. You have so many options and different paths to choose from. Romantically, you may have a lot of suitors you aren’t even aware of. If it’s career related, many doors will be opening up for you. Don’t box yourself in. You don’t need to put a label on yourself, you were born to grow past these. You are valuable enough, you don’t need to prove yourself anymore. If you’ve been feeling overworked, don’t put so much pressure on yourself. You are allowed to have fun. I am seeing love and opportunities come in. Find fun solutions to your problems, you don’t always have to do things by the book. You are allowed to break your own rules or reinvent them. Don’t feel guilty for buying yourself a treat every now and then. Connect to your emotions and be selfish for once. You deserve it
pile 3
confirmations: oversleeping, 333, journaling, poetry, R&B, early 2000’s, spring and summer months, therapy
You have much more power over your own destiny than you realize. I sense you may feel like life and people have been testing and trying to get a reaction out of you. Protect your own boundaries. You don’t have to make any drastic decisions, you are already on your way there. I see victory in your near future. If there is a conflict going on around you right now, don’t let yourself be sucked in, it will be resolved soon. Spend time with loved ones and celebrate what you’ve accomplished so far.
If you leave a situation you’re unhappy in, I promise you the world won’t end. Don’t feel the need to fight for what you don’t believe in. If a situation feels uncomfortable, walk away. Protect what you value and build on top of that. Don’t hold grudges and don’t overinvest. What belongs to you will come to you. Be as authentic as you can be. If something doesn’t feel right, voice it. Your words will be heard. Whatever you will speak into existence will come true. Surround yourself with beauty and love and that’s what you will attract.
You may be manifesting more easily nowadays, more than usual. I see someone from your past also returning, platonic or romantic. This person used to feel like a twin flame - if there was anything left unsaid they are coming back to explain things from their side. However, be careful about being negatively influenced and illusions. I sense you are able to see right through people – trust your first instinct. Again, if something in your life doesn’t feel right – don’t force it. You may be seeing things very differently than you used to, this is because you are learning to trust and believe in yourself. Also, anything that has to do with beauty and decorating will be very fruitful right now – your appearance, your living space, your art. You may be feeling like you finally have a place to express yourself, so protect it. People with similar energies and ideologies will be coming your way. You may be attracting more likeminded people or a friend group. There is beauty within you and all around you.
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Normal(ish) content : sub Jisung (in SOME points.), finger sucking, hickeys.
Smut content : unprotected p i v (be safe.), cowgirl, oral (f&m).
Summary -> sexual and non sexual habits I think Jisung would have!
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A/n : chat i ran out of motivation for this series but WE ARE OFFICIALLY BACK WITH FULL MOTIVATION YIPPEEEEE
Song base : pitbull terrier -> Die Antwoord. (Separating art from artist strictly.)
Non sexual habits :
Cuddling.
When Hes super comfortable, Jisung turns into a completely cuddle bug, clinging onto you and never letting go. As soon as you give yourself up into his arms, just know you’re not leaving until Hes ready to sleep. Not even if it’s important of you just want snacks? no. That man is not letting go. “Ji, cmon..I need to pee!” You complain, but he just hugs you tighter, letting out a disturbed sigh, looking up at you.
“Go later? Im tired..stop moving.” He whispers, snuggling his face into your chest, but not before he zips it down, shoving his face into the warmth of your cleavage. You just grumble, holding the back of his head soothingly as you scroll through your phone aimlessly, still giving him small hints to try and nudge him off, but he just grunts, getting you to stop.
Neck kisses/hickeys.
Jisung is just so obsessed with those slow, meaningful kisses you give him, lips making their way from the side of his neck to his throat, biting and sucking softly on the flesh. Significantly, it turns him on drastically, just to wake up and see the aftermath of your mouth on him. Knowing it will stay there for ages. It’s practically impossible to pull away once you latch onto his neck, whining and groaning with every move you make.
But of course, he loves returning the affection. Kissing you to sleep is his favourite, knowing your dozing off with his marks, his visible hickeys that you let him do. After? He doesn’t sleep for AGES. just laying there on his side, appreciating the mess he made of your throat, the purple uneven circles covering you completely. Just like he wants.
Letting you borrow sweaters/jackets. (This links to a sexual habit.)
He LOVES when you ask for his clothes, specifically his sweaters. He just finds it so adorable with how his not so big sweaters completely envelope your small frame, how the edge of it hangs on his waist, but hangs on your knees. And something else you don’t know about? How he absolutely has a category in his camera roll full of photos with you in his clothes.
Jisung just sees it as the most cute thing ever, when he finally comes home from practice, seeing you rush over to him, as he picked you up, mostly in his grip being the thick fabric as it was baggy around you. The sound of you giggling as he buries his face in the freshly washed material.
Bringing you to practice.
He never wants you to stay home alone all the time, bored out of your mind counting the hours till he finally gets home. So hes started dragging you with him, having you planted on the leather couches as you observed the eight of them, dancing perfectly in sync as they laughed about random things. It was definitely more enjoyable with them all here, instead of being stuck at home.
It was just so much fun, always having a member to chat to or teach you choreography, laughing as you lay back onto the hard floor, exhausted. You were glad he started bringing you, especially how you got to see him more during work hours every week.
Aftercare.
This man is an extreme example for caring after anything, Hes always there, hot water bottle for you, drinks, cleaning you up as you relaxed beneath his gentle touches, careful not to hurt you even a little bit. Your quiet whimpers making him gaze up to check if you’re okay, and when you nod, his shoulders immediately slump in relief.
Sometimes it feels as if he cares better for you then you do yourself, but who are you to complain? No man could do better for you. Never. “It’s okay baby, cmere..I’ll take care of you.” He whispers, voice silky and soft, you felt safe, all the time no matter what. And he always made sure that was your same thought every time.
Massages after dance practice.
Every time he gets home, his entire body is aching, burning up and exhausted, as he slumps down onto the couch with a whiny huff. You always rush over and offer him a shoulder massage, which he eagerly agrees to. But before you could even get through halfway, Hes already melting under your touch, letting out strangled groans as you hit the stiff spots in his muscles.
He’d probably offer you one sometimes, but easily forgets under your swift movements, shivering and leaning back into you, completely blissed out from just that sort of relief. He almost gets to ahead of himself before you whimper about your hands hurting, snapping him out of his trance and immediately turning to help you out.
Sexual habits:
Fingers in his mouth during cowgirl.
We all know Ji is 100% a filthy guy. And one thing he loves? You being in control of what he does, especially with how you ruin his mouth with just your hand. Simply. Your middle and ring finger plunged deep on his tongue as you thrusted down onto his painfully hard cock, rolling your hips deliciously fast, his eyes rolling back each time you force him to take your fingers deeper.
You could count him as a slut, or not. With how dominant he could get himself to be sometimes. But overall? Freak. Loves to be ruined under your gaze, knowing that if he could die under you, he would. Gladly. It just turns him on so bad it hurts! And could you blame him with how much you tease him about it?
Rutting during oral.
He gets so worked up and he’s not even the one getting blown, tongue so far deep inside your hole, gummy walls nudging at the tip, he was feral. So feral he forgot who actually came first between the two of you. To drowned out by the sound of his own whining, hips rutting into the mattress as he tried for some friction. It was cute, the fact he gets so addicted to the way you taste he literally cums before you? It’s almost as if hes his own priority before getting you to the edge.
“Mm..you taste- s-so..good, baby.!” His whines were uncontrolled and shameless to say the least, pushing past his lips like he’d explode if they stayed inside any longer. But the mess in his pants says otherwise. Because he’d been moving his hips for so long he didn’t even realise he came. The sticky sensation finally clicking in his mind.
Trying new positions.
Bored of the old, regular ones every couple seems to think is a hot take? Hes up to try any you want. Wether Hes considered a huge bottom in it or a furious dom, he doesn’t care. Whatever makes you happy makes him happy. Especially when you top him, but would he ever admit that? Hmm..possibly. But one position he would never let go off is doggy style.
Might seem ordinary, but to him it’s so much different. He loves the way you can barely see his unless he’s taking you infront of a mirror which is so filthy. And he knows it. Just seeing you on all fours for him? Feral, wild and 100% ready to ruin you in the most disgustingly vulgar ways. Knowing that you show of the marks as if they were a prize.
Fucking you in his clothes.
Just as much as he loves seeing you cuddled up in his clothes, hoodies draped over your thighs with how oversized they were. There’s still a side that thinks about how adorable you look,strangled by the fabric of his clothes as he takes you from behind, the cold material bunched up against your lower back, hood pushed up, hiding your flushed face and your broken moans.
“you look-..so fucking pretty baby..” he mumbles, hands digging into the plush flesh of your ass while he bullys his cock deeper inside you, your walls fluttering around him, sweat building up as you push back against him. It makes him crazy. You couldn’t even remember your name whenever he finishes, fully and utterly wrecked just because you decided his hoodie matched perfectly.
Sex while on aphrodisiac.
He always makes you wait till you’re desperate enough to beg for a release or a single touch. Nails clawing at his chest as he keeps you planted on his aching cock, not allowing you to move for a single second until he’s satisfied from the result of that chocolate that still seemed to linger in your mouth. Trick question, he didn’t even take one. He just loves seeing you go dumb from cock warming alone because of how strong the affects are.
“To much, love? Awh..poor you.” He cooes, lips pressed against the shell of your ear, hands jumping up to grip your hips and suddenly slam you down, earning a strangled scream from your throat as he bucks up into you with a precise rhythm. Breasts bouncing deliciously with every thrust against you. Cock stretching you open to your limits.
Prompt. “Fixing the others clothing” + “Can I tell you something that I'm usually too afraid to say?”
If that’s okay. 💋💋💋💋💋
I actually ADORE the way this came out. This is BY FAR my favorite Luke x Bug imagine EVER. Also, this anon didn’t specify which Hughes bro, so I’m doing Luke… obviously.
Word Count: 1800
Warnings: Use of (Y/N), AFAB! Reader, fluff, drunk confessions, alcohol
Summary: Drunk confessions during the bonfire at the lake house
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By the time the sun disappeared behind the trees, the lake house had settled into one of those perfect summer nights that nobody ever actually planned.
The day had been hot enough that everyone had spent most of it in the water, but once darkness rolled in, the temperature dropped just enough to make the bonfire necessary instead of just an excuse for Jack and Trevor to see who could build the biggest fire without setting anything important ablaze.
Though, judging by the way Quinn kept glancing suspiciously at them, he wasn't convinced the second part wasn't still happening.
The fire crackled in the pit near the edge of the lake, sparks occasionally drifting upward before disappearing against the dark sky. Music played quietly from somebody's speaker, almost completely drowned out by Trevor arguing with Macklin over something that had happened hours ago.
"You cheated."
"How do you cheat at cornhole?"
"I don't know, but you did."
"Sounds like you're just bad at cornhole."
"Fuck you, Celebrini."
Jack nearly choked on his drink.
You stepped out from the house, letting the screen door slam shut behind you as you wandered toward the fire with another drink in your hand.
You'd disappeared inside for maybe five minutes. Apparently, that had been long enough for your chair to disappear.
You stopped and looked around the fire, but every single chair was occupied.
Quinn was stretched out in one with his feet kicked up near the edge of the fire pit. Trevor had somehow claimed the chair you'd been sitting in even though he'd been sitting on the cooler before. Macklin was practically sideways in another, Jack was taking up enough room for two people, and Ethan was sitting in the last one.
Then there was Luke.
Luke was sunk low in his chair, long legs stretched toward the fire, one hand loosely wrapped around a beer.
He was drunk.
Not, can't stand up without assistance, drunk. Just a little drunk.
His cheeks were pink, his curls had gotten progressively messier throughout the night, his eyes were heavy, and he'd reached the stage where everything seemed either extremely funny or extremely important.
You'd already watched him spend ten minutes explaining to Jack why he thought ducks probably had regional accents. You hadn't had enough alcohol to follow the logic.
Luke noticed you standing there.
His expression brightened immediately. "Bug."
You pointed toward Trevor. "That's my chair."
Trevor glanced down like he'd only just discovered he was sitting. "Huh."
"Move."
"I'm comfortable."
"You were fine sitting on the cooler five minutes ago."
"Yeah, but then you left."
"For five minutes."
"Possession is nine-tenths of the law."
You stared at him. "You're such an asshole."
"Love you too."
You considered shoving him out of it, but instead, your eyes wandered back toward Luke.
He was already watching you, and maybe it was because the two of you had been toeing this weird invisible line for weeks now, maybe it was because sitting beside him had become so normal that you didn't think much of finding another way to do it, or maybe you simply wanted your spot by the fire back and Luke happened to provide a perfectly good alternative.
Whatever the reason, you crossed the small circle without saying anything.
Luke's eyebrows lifted when you stopped in front of him. "What?"
"Move your arms."
He obediently lifted both hands, beer included. You turned around and dropped directly into his lap.
Luke made a surprised little sound behind you. "Oh."
Jack looked over, and his eyebrows went up.
Quinn's gaze flickered toward the two of you for approximately two seconds before he very deliberately looked back toward the fire.
Nobody said anything, probably because this wasn't entirely unusual anymore.
You and Luke had been pretty touchy as of late. Shoulders pressed together on couches, his arm thrown around you, your head on his shoulder during a movie, or him absentmindedly playing with your hair while everyone hung out.
Lately the boundaries had gotten blurrier, but neither of you seemed particularly interested in fixing that.
You settled comfortably against Luke's chest, shifting until you weren't sitting awkwardly against his legs.
"There."
Luke's free arm wrapped around your waist. "Hi."
You smiled. "Hi, Lukey."
He rested his chin briefly against your shoulder.
You took a sip of your drink while Trevor continued arguing with Macklin, barely paying attention when Luke's hand disappeared from your waist.
Until you felt his fingers against your thigh.
You glanced down.
The spandex shorts you'd thrown on after getting out of the lake had ridden several inches up your legs when you'd sat down, and with the intense concentration of someone performing surgery, he carefully hooked his fingers beneath the hem on one leg and tugged it back down.
Then the other.
You stared at him over your shoulder. "What are you doing?"
"Your shorts were all..." He frowned, searching drunkenly for the word. "Bunched."
"Bunched?"
"Yeah." Luke smoothed the fabric against your thigh once, apparently satisfied with his work, before returning his arm around your waist. "There."
You laughed softly. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Then, he added, "Didn't look comfortable."
There was something ridiculously endearing about him when he was like this.
You leaned back against him again, and the conversation around the fire moved on.
Jack started telling a story you'd already heard at least twice. Trevor kept interrupting him to correct details that didn't need correcting. Quinn occasionally contributed solely to tell both of them they were wrong.
You laughed along, comfortable and warm with Luke behind you, and Luke got quieter. His thumb moved slowly against your side where his hand rested over your stomach, tracing absent little patterns through your shirt.
Every once in a while, his cheek brushed against your hair. You assumed he was getting sleepy until his voice appeared quietly beside your ear.
"Bug?"
"Mhm?"
"Can I tell you something that I'm usually too afraid to say?"
Something about his tone made you turn slightly.
Luke wasn't looking at anyone else anymore. He was looking at you. The firelight flickered across his face, highlighting the pink in his cheeks and the sleepy softness in his eyes.
He looked nervous.
Your expression softened. "Of course, Lukey."
Luke swallowed, and for a moment, he didn't say anything. His fingers tightened slightly around your waist.
"I love you."
You blinked, and then you giggled because Luke was drunk and sweet and currently holding you like you were his personal teddy bear, and the confession didn't strike you as anything unusual.
You loved Luke. Luke loved you. You loved Jack. You loved Quinn. You loved half the idiots sitting around this fire.
"I know." You smiled, nudging your shoulder against him. "I love you too."
Luke frowned. "No."
You glanced back at him. "No?"
"No." His brow furrowed harder, as though you were the one who wasn't making sense. "Like..." Luke paused, and when he spoke again, his voice was quieter. "No, like I love you."
Your smile faded slightly.
Suddenly, the warmth in your face had nothing to do with the bonfire. Luke stared at you with an openness you'd rarely seen from him, especially when it came to anything involving feelings, and you understood exactly what he was trying to tell you.
Not you're one of my best friends. Not you're important to me. Not the casual love you threw around with everyone else.
I am in love with you.
Your heart stumbled, and for half a second, you considered asking him.
You considered turning around properly and making him explain because you'd wondered, of course you'd wondered. There had been moments lately when Luke's hand lingered on yours a little too long.
Times you'd caught him staring. The way he always seemed to find you in a room. The way he'd started touching your waist whenever he passed behind you. The way Jack sometimes looked between the two of you like he knew something neither of you did.
But Luke was drunk. Very drunk, and if this was real, if Luke actually meant what you thought he meant, you didn't want the first time he told you to be something he might regret tomorrow.
You gently touched his wrist. "Tell me when you're sober, Lukey."
Luke stared at you. You could practically watch his drunk brain trying to process that sentence.
"But-"
"Tomorrow."
"You don't believe me?"
Your heart squeezed. "I didn't say that."
"Then why-"
"Because you're drunk."
Luke frowned toward his beer as though it had personally betrayed him. "I'm not that drunk."
From across the fire, Jack snorted. "You tried to convince me ducks have accents twenty minutes ago."
Luke's head snapped toward him. "They probably do."
Luke laughed. You did too, and just like that, the conversation moved on, but Luke didn't let go of you. If anything, his arm tightened around your waist.
Eventually his chin found your shoulder again, and within another half hour, he was practically asleep behind you while everyone else continued talking.
You stayed there trying very hard not to think about what he'd said: No, like I love you.
Tomorrow. You'd deal with it tomorrow. Except tomorrow came, and Luke remembered almost nothing.
He remembered the fire, Trevor stealing your chair, and he vaguely remembered you sitting on his lap, which Jack made sure to tease him about over breakfast, but everything after his fourth beer existed only in scattered pieces.
He didn't remember fixing your shorts, nervously asking if he could tell you something, and he definitely didn't remember telling you he loved you.
You realized it sometime around noon.
Luke was sitting on the dock beside you, sunglasses pushed up into his curls while he complained about his headache, acting completely normal.
You could've brought it up, and you almost did, but instead, you chose to look at him for a long moment.
Luke noticed. "What?"
"Nothing."
He narrowed his eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I'm not."
"You are."
You bumped your shoulder into his. "You're hungover. You're imagining things."
Luke groaned and leaned his head against your shoulder. "Never drinking again."
"You say that every time you have more than four beers."
"I mean it now."
"Sure."
And that was it. You never brought up the bonfire, and neither did Luke.
For him, the confession disappeared somewhere into the hazy collection of things he'd said and done that night.
For you, it didn't.
Every once in a while, when Luke looked at you for a second too long or his hand found the small of your back without him seeming to realize he'd put it there, you'd hear his drunken voice again.
No, like I love you.
But he'd forgotten, and you'd told him to tell you sober.
- Between Zoro’s aloof demeanour and Perona’s constant nagging, you always manage to crawl to Mihawk’s library for a second of peace, after all, a glare from the hawk eyed warlord of the sea is enough to put both of the teens in their place,
- Perona always phases through your wall into your room whenever she gets annoyed by Zoro or Mihawk, which is a lot,
"Y/NNNNNNNNNNNN?! MIHAWKS BEING A MEANIE AGAIN!"
-The ghost girl wails, tears running down her face as she sniffles, floating over to you as she sits on your bed,
- Mihawk is just glad that someone in this castle doesn't complain when he asks them to help in his garden,
- Mihawk specifically made a small straw hat out of hay from the small, abandoned barn that's inside of the forest, he got a few cows imported there, after all, how else can he make creme brue le?
- If Perona finds out you can paint nails and style hair?.... ✨️ you're done ✨️, you now have your own personal, pink bug that attaches to you until you do her nails with gothic black lace decals or paint a little gecko moria face on her nails,
- She thanks you by using her hollows to bring you stuff, (stolen from the kitchen, she gets first dibs obviously),
- Mihawk is really good at making tarts, like extremely good, usually they have a good bit of wine in them, much like the beef stew that he makes,
- Perona has roped you into drawing Mihawks moustache on Zoro's face with permanent marker, was it worth it? Yes, did you almost lose a hand when he wake up halfway through said doodling? Yes,
- The best moments are when Zoro has a nightmare, not for him, obviously, but it usually ends up with you finding him first and collapsing next to him, and then perona finds you because heaven forbid you weren't in your room, she settles on the other side of Zoro. And finally? Mihawk pulls a blanket from by the fireplace and drapes it over you. Before settling into an armchair by the bed, closing his eyes,
