#and man. this crash is really testing my confidence

[silkysousaphone]

Oh boy. They weren't kidding about that Online Validation Crash (tm). This shit is brutal actually

[barnesonly]

Imagine telling bestie!Bucky you’ve always had to fake it in bed with men… You know he’d fuck you till you see stars

STOP. you are a genius honestly. the bestfriend energy turning into fucking?? i’m so damn bad for this…. And bucky would be also so confident about himself in bed like UGH i just know HE knows how good he is… squeezing my thighs at the thought.

You’re walking side by side, milkshakes in hand, the way you always do after a long week. your hands occasionally brushing. It’s easy — it always is with him. Talking about everything and nothing — something stupid. First dates. Red flags. Sex that was just… meh.

And then, casually, like it’s no big deal, you say it.

“I’ve faked it, like, every time.”

He slows mid-step. “Wait. Every time?”

You shrug like it’s nothing. “I mean, yeah. Guys always think they’re doing a good job if you moan a little and say their name once or twice.”

Bucky blinks at you, stunned. “That’s…” He shakes his head, lips twitching. “That’s criminal. I think I need a moment.”

You laugh. “Relax, Barnes. It’s not like they were terrible. It just wasn’t… memorable. Or about me, really.”

He’s still looking at you — only now, there’s something behind his eyes. Heat. Focus.

“You’re tellin’ me not one guy’s made you come?”

“Not from sex, no.”

He stops walking. You take another sip of your milkshake, trying not to smile.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you say lightly.

“I’m not looking at you like anything,” he mutters, jaw tight, voice low.

“Oh, you’re looking.”

He licks his lips, eyes dragging down your face, your throat, the shape of your mouth around the straw. “You shouldn’t tell me shit like that, doll.”

You raise a brow. “Why not?”

“Because now I can’t stop thinking about what I’d do different.”

There’s a beat of silence — thick, electric. You swallow, hard.

“…You think you could do it right?” you ask, teasing, testing.

He steps closer, leans in. You feel the heat of him, the weight of that look — the one that makes your knees go soft.

“I know I could.”

———

You’d said it was a bad idea.

That crossing that line would ruin everything.

But now you’re ruined in a completely different way — your body spread beneath him, flushed and trembling, every nerve frayed raw from the way he touches you like he’s memorizing it. Like he’s waited years.

He kisses you like he owns your mouth. Fucks you like he wants to prove every man before him was a waste of time.

“Look at me,” he growls against your throat. “I wanna see it.”

Your eyes flutter open just as your body clenches around him again. You moan his name, your voice cracked, your legs shaking.

He watches, entranced — every twitch, every gasp, the way you fall apart under him, for him.

“God, Bucky—” you gasp, and he leans down, lips brushing your ear.

“You feel that?” he pants, dragging his cock deep again, slow and deliberate.

You nod helplessly, mouth open on a cry as he fucks into you again — rougher now, steady, each thrust angled perfectly to grind against that devastating spot inside you. His name tumbles out of you over and over, no space left in your brain for anything else.

“Bucky—oh, fuck—don’t stop—”

“I’m not stoppin’, baby,” he growls, gripping your hips tighter. “Not ‘til you give it to me again.”

He lifts your legs over his shoulders without warning, folding you in half, and the new angle knocks the air from your lungs. You sob, reaching for him, your hands trembling as they claw at his back.

“That’s it,” he hisses, watching you unravel. “You gonna come for me again? Let me feel it?”

Your whole body’s on fire, skin flushed and slick with sweat, muscles clenching around him so hard it’s a miracle he doesn’t come first — but he holds on, jaw clenched, arms straining as he pounds into you like he means it.

You break with a cry — raw and shaking beneath him, thighs quivering, your release crashing through you like lightning. And Bucky loses it.

“Fuck, you’re squeezin’ me so tight—god, you’re perfect,” he gasps, driving into you harder, chasing his high as your body pulses around him. “So fuckin’ perfect.”

He buries himself to the hilt one last time and groans, deep and wrecked, as he spills inside you, his entire body going tense, then trembling against yours. His mouth is on your shoulder, your neck, anywhere he can reach, pressing kisses between desperate breaths.

“You okay?” he murmurs, brushing his nose against yours.

You nod, dazed. “I… I saw stars.”

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Some Surprises

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

NOV 2024 Week 1

Ongoing Series - Thai

Fourever You (Thai Thurs YT) ep 5 of 16 - I love this show, but I absolutely hate the main couple's communication style. Or complete lack of communication style. I really hope the other couples are not gonna be this bad and it’s just because this one is leaning into the worst of BL archetypes. But I’m not confident. Poor Ter dating Hill put a big old target on his back. Earth being a dramatic stressed gay queen was peak comedy tho. Apparently the good kisses are only on WeTV (I am annoyed) so props to the giffers who keep me supplied. You're doing the BL gods work.

I suddenly realized, after the bullying sequence, that one of the reasons I’m liking this so much is it reminds me of early Japanese yaoi. There’s something about the dynamics of the characters and the way they're reacting to situations that’s not very Thai BL feeling. And if I think of this is more JBL, I forgive it. Or maybe that’s just why I’m liking it so much despite its flaws? Difficult to understand my own feels about this show.

Jack & Joker (Thai Mon IQIYI) ep 8 of 12 - I don’t like this new evil-bonkers rich kid character and whatever is going on with Jack and Rose and that whole story. It’s boring. And then my brain short circuited. No further thoughts... just War in a wife beater. 

Love Sick 2024 (Thai Sun iQIYI) ep 7 of 15 - Phun's bitch face really is epically wonderful. I kinda enjoy everybody ribbing the two of them because they have no idea what’s actually going on. I'm chronicling my experience with 2024 as compared to 2014 here.

Kidnap (Fri YT) ep 9 of 12 - Omg cutest boyfriends EVER. I don’t even mind how cheesy their bf era is. Does this lull jive with the rest of the story? Nope. But ya know that’s GMMTV’s thing these days, flailing during the final act.

Perfect 10 Liners (Thai Sun YouTube?) ep 1 of 24 - Pretty standard Thai BL university fair. I am hoping it’s better than ForceBook’s previous offering. Yet another sniff test. Is this the trope of the year? Meanwhile, they also deployed the crash into me trope in episode one. Who do they think they are? Taiwan?

New is directing this uni BL with a massive cast + massive run time. It's an endurance test ya'll - we will be watching this until APRIL of 2025! Su su na.

Every You Every Me (Thai Mon Gaga) ep 4 of 10 - I really like that they had the bandwidth to give us a little side couple with this installment. Fun crumbs. Meanwhile, the thing with the shirt in front of the mirror was extremely sexy. This installment was very sad though. And, of course, I’m not happy about it. To top it all off, next week is musical themed, so you know I’m disgruntled about it. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

See Your Love (Taiwan Weds Gaga) ep 3 of 13 - Aw spoiled neglected rich boy wants to be cared for and spoiled honestly. I do love them. Also tiny idiot syndrome is spreading. 

Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 6 of ? - The side couple (teacher student, hyung romance but he’s using em) interesting. Not sure how I feel about them. The subs are so bad it’s largely incomprehensible but I’m still enjoying it for no defensible reason. 

My Damn Business (Korea Sat YT) eps 5 of 7 - I love that our uke can be such a little shit. I love it when a tsundere has some serious snark and attitude to back his petulance up. Also liquid courage. At least we got to the root of the tsundere. Also neck kisses and cuddles! 

Eccentric Romance (Korea Weds Viki) eps 7-8 of 12 - Oooo, cute kiss. Drunken but adorable. I do like it when they use older Korean actors in KBL, they actually know how to kiss. Has the kiss saved this show? Possibly. I’m shallow. 

Love is Like a Poison AKA Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru (Japan Tues Netflix?) 7 of 10 eps - Our con man is such a good little homemaker. And it’s sexy yukata time! Love this trope. 

Love in the Air: Koi no Yokan (Japan Sat Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - Same plot as the Thai original, only from Japan. Very similar so far. I hope Rei is a bit more smart and Arashi is a bit less of a sleaze. I still get too much secondhand embarrassment and my mame alert is blaring.  I'm wary.

Blue Canvas of Youthful Days (China Sun iQIYI) eps 1-2 - Triggers for child abuse, alcoholism. Two artists, one an abused rich kid and the other a tough scrappy poor kid, in the same art prep school. I of course adore the side couple of the much younger kid and the older teacher. Oh, I do like it. But it's CBL, I'm very scared as to where it might go.

Bad to Bed (Taiwan Sat YouTube) ep 1 of 10 - Influencer Wan Xiong suffers from insomnia, it’s a physical and mental battle. As he tried to find a solution, he encounters five boys along the way. I'm putting this on the list because it's airing and I just found out about it but I didn't have time to watch it yet. I hear it's v weird.

It's airing but...

The Hidden Moon (Sat WeTV) 10 eps - Supernatural romance (my ghost boyfriend trope) by Violet Rain (I Feel You Linger). A man is hired to write an article about an old mansion. He sees the ghosts of people who died at the mansion, falls in love with one of them. Was substantially recast. I loved IFYLITA except the ending so I think I'll let this one run it's course you can tell me if it's work tracking down... if they managed to land it. I have my doubts.

Bad Guy My Boss (Thai Sun Gaga) 10 eps - I DNF'd at ep 7, I couldn't make it. I am weak. Life is hard enough right now, this show is making it harder. It’s not what I want from my entertainment.

Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo (Korea Thurs Gaga) eps 4 of 8 - I put this one on pause. It's too heavy for me right now. I'll wait to know if the ending is hard fought happy (and then watch) or not (and won't finish). Sorry all, rough times this side of the screen.

Random I watched it

Vending Machine Sabi Koi AKA Can I Buy Your Love From A Vending Machine AKA Sono Koi, Jihanki de Kaemasu ka? (Japan 2023) - This show is utterly adorable, impossibly awkward, and kinda old fashioned. About a cute nerdy little office worker (he's out!) who has a big'ol crush on the tall hulking vending machine guy. They fall in love. And that’s it. And it’s charming. There’s some first name eroticism, because Japan, and there's emphasis on communication, which is so not Japan, but turns this into an organically loving and talkative relationship. There’s a bit of an age gap, and our office cutie may or may not have a muscles fetish (the hot bod not the shellfish) because (if I’ve told you once I’ve told you 1 million times) Japan always goes kinky. And you know what, I loved it. 9/10

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

November BL:

11/4 Our Youth AKA Miseinen: Mijukuna Oretachi wa Bukiyo ni Shinkochu (Japan Mon Gaga?) 11 eps - Minase was an exemplary high school student who hates Hirukawa, head bully and top delinquent. But then Minase uncovers Hirukawa’s secret and the two get intimate.

11/15 Caged Again (Thai Fri WeTV) 10 eps - Penguin escapes zoo by turning into a human. Gets trapped again and a panther falls in love with him.

11/17 Your Sky (Thai iQIYI) 12 eps - Due to an unforeseen situation, a naive freshman and the campus’s popular senior agree to pretend to be a couple - but their fake deal begins to generate real feelings.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Honor the crumbs indeed. This pair is so much crumbs it's practically dust. (Love Sick 2014)

God he is so stupidly in love.

(lask week)

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

Sigh, Tumblr in its infinite wisdom doesn't like too many at-ings.

[cazzyf1]

An Article about Lella Lombardi - Nobody makes jokes about women drivers around Lella Lombardi

The sleek Lola T-332 racing car crossed the starting line at the river side, Calif, Grand Prix, hurtled ahead of three cars, and swooped back inside with split-second timings.

"You mean that's really a girl?" Muttered three times indianapolis 500 winner A. J. Foyt, looking on in incredulously from the side liners.

For Lella Lombardi, the first woman in 17 years (and the second ever) to compete on high performance Formula One circut - the big leagues of professionals auto racing - the question is all but invetable. What in the world is a nice Italian girl like Lella doing in overalls and a crash helmet, risking her life at speeds close to 200 miles an hour?

"That's what mama keeps asking me," says the tomboyish 31-year-old Lella, "I guess she thinks I should be home with a good husband and a houseful of bambini."

It was obvious from the beginning, to Lella at least, that she was cut from different cloth compared to most girls. Born in the little Piedmontese village of Furgarolo, she was hooked on auto racing before she was out of diapers.

"The first I remember, I am perhaps 4 or 5 years old," she recalls, "I was making little cars from things I found in my mum's sewing box. When I was 8 I decided I shall be a racing driver. I didn't say anything but I made up my mind."

As a teenager Lella raced motorcycles with boys in her village. The boys were scandalized she beat them - their mothers that she was racing at all. Eventually the village priest came to call.

"He explained why I should be like a girl and what a girl must do," she remembers. "So I told him, 'yes father' but all the time I am thinking why am I not allowed to do as I want."

Nothing if not persistent, Lella saw her first race at 18. Five years later she brought a car of her own, secondhand, Formula Monza 500 that she tinkered with and drove in races herself. Last year, nearly after a decade of coming up through the ranks, she was approached by March Racing Ltd, of England which was looking for a driver for its two-man Grand Prix team.

"Formula 2, Formula 3, Formula 5000 - I raced in them all," says Lella, "I win a lot in Italy - six times women's champion. So when March comes to ask me to try out for them, I say to myself, 'Why not?'"

March's decision to hire her was hardly made lightly. A single Grand Prix car costs $100,000 and putting it through a season of racing costs several hundred thousand dollars more.

"Putting a woman into a Grand Prix cockpit means shattering a lot of tradition," acknowledges March team manager, Max Mosley. "Of course, my wild told me, the only reason I was hesitating was because of Lella's sex, no doubt about her skill, in the end, I guess my wife was right."

Now prepping for this Sunday's Monaco Grand Prix, Lella is given little chance of winning a race this season (although she finished a respectable sixth in last week's accident-shorter Spanish Grand Prix) since March is designing its cars. Some drivers perhaps disturbed by Lella's invasion of their male peserve, doubt the chunky, 5"2, Lombardi has the stamina for long-distance racing. But March chief Roy Wardell, was watching her during a gruelling test of the company's racers, disagrees.

"Thrasing a car about it bloody hard work," he says, "most male drivers would have been bitching and complaining but she drove more than 300 miles flat out without a whimper." Her main fault, says Wardell, is a rookie's understandable caution. "Lella is still a bit afraid that if she spins out everyone will say, 'see a woman driver'" he says, "but her confidence is building. Pretty soon she'll be mixing it up with the best of them."

[coffeeforday]

Somewhere in

Newfoundland:

Bonavista, part 2

Porco x reader

A/N: this is a repost from my 18+ side blog! I decided to just keep everything on main, so please MDNI

C/W: female bodied reader, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, some light choking, lots of nicknames, it’s actually really soft and fluffy 😭 and also pls tell me if I missed anything.

W/C: 2.5k

You wake up in the middle of the night because your hair is tickling your neck. Deep in slumber, you realize it’s coming from Porco’s nose nestled in your hair at the back of your neck. Then, you feel a warm and heavy hand on your hip. Well, now you’re awake and flustered. You try to scoot away instead of basking in the man’s warmth, but as soon as you move his arm curls around and pulls you right into his chest. Who would have known Porco was a cuddler? If it wasn’t that it made you so flustered, it would have been great grounds for teasing. You could never tease him about it now as a raspy whisper reaches your ear.

“Don’t go.”

You don’t know if he’s talking in his sleep so you keep quiet. You do calm down, muscles relaxing and you wiggle your way deeper into his embrace. Porco’s hand flies to grip your waist, keeping you from moving, almost pushing you deeper in the mattress. The grip is harsher than it was earlier that day.

“Stop that.” He whispers through gritted teeth.

You’re frozen into place for a second. Then, you register what’s happening. His hand is on your skin, your shirt having run up. The heat radiating from him is dizzying. His breathing is quick and raspy. Also, you are now feeling a growing bulge against your ass. That makes you feel more confident, so you arch your back a bit more, so your ass can press against his erection.

“Stop what?” You ask with a smirk.

His grip tightens and he releases a shaky breath, you feel it on your neck.

“Porco?” Your voice is so low that he wouldn’t have heard if you didn’t turn your head his way. He moves his thumb over your side to let you know he’s listening.

“There’s something between us, right? I’m not going crazy, am I?”

He brings his lips to your ear to answer.

“You are right.”

He loves feeling the shivers travelling up your spine, the goosebumps appearing under his fingers, most importantly, he loves being the reason for their presence.

He’s already addicted. So, he leans down leaving a first kiss on your jaw, then a second one on your neck, tentatively at first, but your content sighs make him travel to your shoulder, leaving a soft kiss there too. You lean back into his chest and look at him. He inches closer to your face, so close your noses are touching.

“You sure you wanna cross that line, Porco?”

“I’m not sure we have a choice, really.”

“Doomed since you picked me up, eh?” You smirk and he chuckles, bumps his nose on yours a bit. For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of your breathing. You want to feel his lips on yours already, but now you’re scared he’s hesitating.

“What are you waiting for Porco?” You didn’t mean it to come out as a whine, but it did.

He brings up a hand to your face, thumb grazing your lips and smirks.

“Impatient are we?” His face turns serious while he pulls on your bottom lip. “Say my name again.” He already loved the way his name rolled off your tongue. It took it to another level when you said it in a whiny whisper, making his cock twitch against your ass.

“Porco.”

Your pout is short-lived as his hand shifts to your cheek and his lips fall to yours, finally. The first kiss is soft, almost timid, to test the waters. His lips are slightly chapped from the constant ocean breeze, yours probably are too. He pulls away too soon, you follow his lips absentmindedly for more. He looks at you and murmurs a breathy “fuck” before crashing his lips into yours again. This time isn’t as soft, he kisses you like a hungry man, drinks all your whimpers like he’s the thirstiest man, touches you like you’re a long lost treasure. Your mouths are dancing together, sometimes dueling when one of you lightly bite the other one’s bottom lip. One of your hands made its way to his neck, grazing his undercut one moment and pulling him in for a deeper kiss. His arm placed itself under your head. The hand that was previously on your cheek is now on your collarbone with his thumb caressing the column of your neck.

You reach for his wrist, guiding his hand down to your breast. His breath catches in his throat but he doesn’t miss a beat in your make out session. Now that you’ve given him permission to touch you, his hand is ghosting over your body, over your stomach, until he reaches the hem of your loose sleeping shirt. His skin is warm on yours, touches soft but determined. He groans when he finally gets to squeeze your boob. You swallow another one of his delicious groans as he flicks your nipple.

You’re both growing restless, grinding and groping each other. Your back is still resting against his chest, you wish you would be able to touch him more like that, but the position puts you completely at Porco’s mercy.

His hand travels up to reach your neck through the collar of your shirt. He gently squeezes your throat when he separates from your kiss swollen lips. You can’t help the whine that escapes them.

“Look at me, sleepy head. I want you to look at me when I touch you, ok?”

You nod as eagerly as you can with his fingers around your throat.

As soon as he releases you, you whimper, “Please, Porco”. You see his eyes darken. He doesn’t think you get the effect you have on him when you say his name.

The tip of his fingers are dancing their way to the band of your shorts, his eyes not leaving yours. He hooks a finger in the elastic band, teasing. His knuckles leave goosebumps every time they touch your stomach. Your eyes flicker down, Porco reminds you quickly to look up.

“Eyes on me, sleepy head, eyes on me.”

He doesn’t start moving again until your eyes are locked on his. He doesn’t tease you anymore now. He has the important task of getting rid of your pyjama shorts with one hand.

“Lift your hips for me, baby.” You do. He kisses your nose and slides your shorts and underwear together, you help him by finishing taking them off with your feet.

He pulls you closer, the arm you are lying on curls to find your throat again. Although this time he doesn’t squeeze, he only runs his thumb up and down your neck. Then, he lifts one of your legs over his.

He takes his time brushing his fingers on your thigh. He inches closer to your center at an excruciating pace. When he finally touches you, you jump a bit, even if his arm is holding you closely to him. You can feel the smug face he’s certainly wearing behind you at the feeling of how wet you are already. He grabs your jaw to make you look at him just when he starts rubbing circles on your clit. You gasp, mouth staying agape as he continues, fingers alternating between teasing your hole and playing with your clit. Playing you is exactly what he does. He read the melody you dictate with your whines, your moans, your shivers and the way your hips buck to get his fingers to press harder.

He finally slips a finger inside you, the way you clench around has him dropping his forehead to your temple.

“Fuck, baby, you’re doing so good for me.”

He quickly makes use of a second finger, pumping them in and out of you. Every time you clench around them, he can’t help but rut his hips to your ass. You can feel how hard he is, you can sense him growing desperate to be inside you, you are too.

“Porco.”

He grunts, you also felt his cock twitch.

“Porco, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.”

His lips find yours immediately, speaking through the kiss.

“Fucking cum, sleepy head. Fucking cum so I can make you cum again on my cock.”

The nickname is the last push you needed. The nickname he gave you because he didn’t know your name yet, the nickname he adopted to tease you, it was now uttered in rough desperation against your lips. It was spoken with such tenderness despite the crudeness of his words. He kissed you through your high with his fingers still pumping in and out of you, the palm of his hand pressed on your clit moving at each movement.

He is quick to work on his pants once you come down. You are startled in your blissful daze by his dick slapping you when it’s freed. He adjusts his position to have better access. He’s moving his tip up and down your slit, gathering the slick from your release.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” He coos in your ear.

“Oui.” The French slips through your lips. Your hand flies to his head, fingers threading through his hair.

He slides into you slowly with a low grunt. You feel so good to him. Your cunt welcomes the intrusion by sucking him in. It doesn’t hurt but the initial stretch stings. He fills you out perfectly, the angle brushing against all the sensitive spots. He stays put to get used to it, he could have cum right then with you pulling his hair and the content sigh you released. He takes that time to explore your body a bit more. His free hand roaming on your sides and stomach. He lifts your shirt above your breast and squeezes them softly.

You pout and start to move your hips; you’re growing restless. He brings his thumb to pull on your pouty lips with a smirk on his face, which vanishes when you take it in your mouth. His eyes darken with greedy lust and he brings his index and middle to your mouth so they can have the same treatment. You take them, tasting your own release still coating them.

Then, he starts to thrust. It’s slow and deep, the intimacy of the moment did not go unnoticed by him. He’s been dreaming of this for a while now, but this is way better than any daydreams he ever had. To be holding you in an embrace, an embrace leaving you safely at his mercy, to have his hands now wet with your saliva roaming your body, to be kissing your neck and shoulders and leave marks showing the path taken, to coo in your ear and feel your shivers, and to feel your warm cunt clenching around his cock while doing so. It’s feeling way better than anything he imagined.

He leans back, gaze running down the dent of your spine, eyes following the curve of your arched back. One last look before slipping out of you. You whimper at the emptiness he leaves behind, but he doesn’t care — he needs to be closer to you. He needs better access to your mouth, to your tits and he wants you to touch him too. So, he gets rid of his remaining clothes, and you sit up to do the same. Your shirt is not over your head yet and he’s already sucking on your nipples.

Once your back hits the mattress, Porco kisses your breasts goodbye, for now at least. He goes for your lips again, this time without having you twisting your head, he gets to deepen the kiss. He presses his body to yours, relishing in the feeling of your tits pushed against his chest. And you, you get to touch him at last. Your hands are dancing on his large back, fingers scratching at his warm skin. You smile into the kiss when you give his perfect ass a squeeze.

You bring your legs around his waist, heal pushing on his lower back to get him to fill you up again. He chuckles at your impatience again but it catches in his throat when he feels your hand giving his cock a few pumps and guiding it inside you again. He buries himself in you, giving himself a moment while running a hand down your thigh. His thrusts are still deep and slow. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, his mouth busy leaving love marks. Porco’s rhythm grows erratic as he feels your walls flutter around his girth. He leaves your neck to find your mouth. The sloppy kisses are cut by both your moans and heavy breathing. He savours your gasp when his fingers find your clit again. He leans back to watch your fucked out face. He thinks he likes it even more now, probably because he gets to feel your hands roaming his body too.

He can feel that you’re close, your cunt is so tight that it’s sucking the life out of his cock.

“Are you gonna show me again? Show me how pretty you are when you cum?” His fingers are drawing erratic circles on your clit, desperate to feel you cum so he can too. You nod frantically as a response, your hands snaking in his hair and pulling it. You pull him closer so that your foreheads touch, his bumping into yours with each thrust. Your body is tensing with your impending release, Porco whispers words of encouragement prompting you to come undone. Once again, the moment is soaked in a messy intimacy. It’s a new feeling for both of you, or at least a long forgotten one. It’s not a quick fuck, it doesn’t feel like one. The way you murmur each other’s name sounds like promises for more, promises made with heavy-lidded eyes that can’t look away from each other and burning caresses. That’s when you break, with Porco’s hand between you two and his nose pressing on yours, trying to desperately reach your lips. His movements falter as he feels you clench around his cock. It makes him moan with you through the kiss. He wishes he could cum right then, while buried in you with your cunt still squeezing. It takes all his willpower to pull out and spill his cum on your stomach.

You’re both out of breath and sweaty, a soft smile forming on both your faces. The moment is cut short when your alarm clock rings. Right. Today you’re supposed to leave at dawn to go see the puffins.

Porco reaches over you to turn it off, he stays hovering over you, tenderly brushing off some hair sticking on your forehead. He looks behind him for his pair of discarded boxers to wipe your stomach clean of his cum. He leans in for another kiss. It’s short but deep, filled with longing even if he just had you. He backs up and steps out of the bed.

“Let’s go shower. Let’s get you cleaned up, sleepy head.” He says while offering his hand.

[eyneyke]

Trouble in paradise

Pairing: Max Verstappen x PewDiePie!sibling Summary: What if Felix had a genius brother who works as a RedBull's engineer and is also secretly dating Max part 20 of A Calm to my Storm Masterlist

Twitter Thread Pt 1: "Sam Kjellberg calming down the entire Red Bull garage like it’s no big deal 🏎️💥"

1. Video: Sam and Christian walking fast through the garage

The video starts with Christian Horner looking visibly stressed, pacing quickly through the Red Bull garage while Sam keeps up beside him, one hand in his pocket, other waving around as he was talking, looking calm as ever. You can hear Christian’s concern in his voice:

Christian: "But we haven’t even tested that, Sam. How can you be sure it’s going to work?"

Sam, completely unfazed: "Christian, I promise you, this will work. 100%. Just trust me. If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t have let it be installed in Max's car."

They reach a group of mechanics standing nervously by Max’s car. What they are saying can't be heard in the video anymore. Sam immediately steps up to the car, explaining the adjustments he made and showing them exactly what he did. The mechanics, at first tense, gradually start nodding and visibly relax as Sam goes into detail about the new feature.

Christian, still slightly worried, spots Max walking by and calls out to him: "Max, come here. Sam’s made some adjustments to the car. You should hear this."

Max just waves it off as he keeps walking to his driver's room, shouting back casually: "Nah, it's fine. I have to meet with Gemma. I trust Sam. He knows what he’s doing!"

The video ends with Sam giving a final confident nod to the mechanics, who seem way less anxious by the end.

Comments:

User 278: "Sam out here managing the Red Bull garage and Christian like it’s nothing. Man’s a genius."

User 279: "LMAO Max walking off like ‘yeah, whatever, Sam’s got this.’ That’s trust right there."

User 280: "You can literally see the relief on the mechanics’ faces as Sam talks them through it. GOAT energy."

User 281: "Sam giving Christian a heart attack but being so calm the whole time 😂"

User 282: "The way Max didn’t even question it. Just walked off like ‘yep, I’m winning today because Sam knows his stuff."

User 283: "Christian’s stress levels vs. Sam’s chill levels in this video is sending me."

User 284: "They should start calling Sam ‘Mr. Fix-It’ in the paddock. Everyone trusts him."

2. GIF of Sam high-fiving a mechanic post-race

A fan shares a GIF from a post-race moment where Sam and one of the mechanics celebrate after Max finishes on the podium. Sam looks excited but still in his usual calm manner, giving the mechanic a solid high-five.

Comments:

User 285: "Sam’s always so low-key but you can tell how hyped he gets when Max does well."

User 286: "Engineer of the year. No question."

User 287: "That calm excitement? I respect it. He’s not screaming, but you know he’s proud of what he’s done."

User 288: "Sam really be like ‘yeah, I helped Max win today. No big deal."

3. Clip from a team radio of Max thanking Sam

A fan shares a clip from a race where Max, in the cool-down lap, thanks Sam on the team radio:

Max: "The car was amazing today. Great work, guys. GP please tell Sam that whatever he and his guys did need, keep doing it."

You can hear GP quietly chuckle at something in the background as he responds: "You’ve got it, Max. Sam says thanks for not crashing his baby. Same next weekend?"

Max: "Absolutely, OUR baby is safe in my hands. Same again next week."

Comments:

User 289: "Max really said 'No, that is my car too bitch', OUR BABY!!"

User 290: "That’s the cutest team radio exchange ever. Max knows who the real MVP is."

User 291: "Sam’s calm energy even over the radio. Legend."

User 292: "Imagine being so good that Max Verstappen is like, ‘keep doing what you’re doing.’ The absolute dream."

4. Pictures of Sam and Max laughing during a debrief

A candid photo of Sam and Max sitting next to each other during a post-race debrief, both laughing at something on the screen in front of them. Max is pointing at something on the monitor while Sam leans back, grinning widely. Second picture taken from behind Christian Horner's back, Sam and Max sitting in chairs in what looks like a meeting room, sides pressed together, from knees and thighs to them both basically leaning on each other, big content smiles on their faces as they watch Christian talking with the whole team. 

Comments:

User 293: "Max and Sam during debriefs are the best. You can tell they’re more than just colleagues."

User 294: "The way Max looks at Sam when they’re talking about cars. You know he respects him so much."

User 295: "I love that they can be serious about racing but also have fun like this."

User 296: "I love how you can see that Christian knows they are not listening to him but isn't doing anything because he knows he has nothing to worry about. They work hard but also enjoy every moment."

User 297: “I just love how happy and comfortable they both look in the last photo. I can promise you that in no other team a driver and a mechanic are so close as those two are”

5. Another clip from a press conference featuring Max hyping up Sam

A fan shares a press conference clip where a journalist asks Max how it feels to have an engineer who is quickly becoming a fan sensation, thanks to social media and the clips of him working in the paddock. Max grins widely:

Max: "Yeah, Sam’s great. Fans love him because he’s a genius and…well, you’ve seen him. He’s a... cool... guy."

The journalist presses on, mentioning the viral clip of Sam calming down Christian Horner in the garage. Max laughs: "Oh yeah, Christian was freaking out. But Sam always knows what he’s doing. He keeps us all calm. If Sam is nervous then it's a problem. Luckily for me and Red Bull that has not happened yet. And it hopefully, won't ever happen."

Comments:

User 298: "Max constantly hyping Sam up. It’s adorable."

User 299: "Max is his biggest fan and we love to see it."

User 300: "The way he just laughs when talking about Sam like they’re besties. SO CUTE."

User 301: "Max and Sam are the real power duo in F1."

User 302: “If Sam panics then it's time to panic. Luckily that hasn't happened yet. And it hopefully won't.' I LOVE MAX TALKING ABOUT SAM”

[imnoonejustapiramide]

Chapter Three

Upon a Chance | A Sensei wolf (Cobra Kai) x OC (older, European exchange student from Miyagi-Do that has a past she's trying to run from)

Previous chapter

The night air felt thick with the only sound being the rythmic beating of the waves crashing against one another, which made the situation at hand seem much more tense.

Lena sharpened her eyes in amusement at the rather nicely dressed man in front of her, who in general looked more than nice.

"You sure you want to fight in that? What if I rip that nice shirt of yours on accident?" she curiously asked, her eyes had a glint to them while they measured each other up, each awaiting the others movements first.

Wolf shrugged, his black dress shirt that encompassed his upper body creasing with the movement.

"Then my shirt will be ripped," He then simply answered her with an amused glint in his eyes, while he looked her over, specifically at the way she held herself.

Confident, balanced and full of danger. He licked at his lips then, his mouth turning into a smirk with the movement.

"I won't mind." he then ended, while he pulled his eyes back to her already awaiting focused ones.

She then shifted, just slightly, but he caught the movement like a shark sniffing blood- for the way she had distributed her weight, and the way her fists slightly hovered in a stance- it told him enough.

"Mixed martial arts huh," He stated with interest, to which the woman in front of him only nodded to.

And then she moved.

Which he did not expect, for he had expected them to dance another moment around one another.

She struck like lightning, her movements almost a blur to his sight, which didn't help in the dark. His breath hitched in excitement at the speed, at the way her body gracefully moved, like water.

But before her fists could reach his ribs, he managed to manouver himself out of her way. Which then forced him to be on defense.

Which really, was unlike him.

But then again- he liked the unpredictable, for it made things much more fun.

She was relentless, never letting him have even a foot of a space before she flowed between kicks and punches, changing from one style to another seamlessly.

Always so precise, and no predictableness. Damn, he was enjoying this very much so.

Sand kicked around them, while the shine of the moon beamed upon their moving forms.

Each time he countered, she shifted and continued in a relentless persuit, testing him and trying to reach an opened spot to make a claim upon.

He wanted to catch her, and not just in a fight, he thought with furvor.

And then, in a twist he didn't see coming- it all ended, and with him harshly hitting the ground with his back with a forceful thud.

And she was on top of him, her weight firm against his torso, and fist poised.

Their breaths were harsh in the night's air. and the space between them- nonexistent.

They could feel each other's heat, and wolf found himself unconciously tightening his hands upon her hips, making a faint tremor go along them.

Both of their eyes were blazing against one another.

A slow, lazy grin then formed along his lips, flickering his eyes at her lips and at her body, before they finally reached her fiery eyes once more,

"Finish it," he told her in a low tone, which sounded inviting, and as a challenge.

Her eyes searched his, something unreadable flickering between them, before she simply pushed herself from him, and rose to her feet beside his sprawled form, which left him momentarily stunned, before he frowned at her.

"That was fun, but I have to go now. Goodnight, Wolf." She then politely told him, while she got rid of any lingering sand on her person.

He didn't like that, not in the slightest for he wasn't done, not at all.

Neither would he let her vanish away, like nothing happened.

And before he could think it through,

"Buy me a drink," he then told her.

Which made them both pauze, one in utter embarrasment after realising his slip, while the other looked amused.

"I meant- " But before he could correct himself, a giggle slipped out of her inviting and full lips.

"Alright then, I'll buy you a drink- just the one." She then answered him with a grin, which made him tighten his jaw in response at the attractive sight that she made.

He then shook his head with a chuckle a moment after, before he finally pushed himself up from the ground. Looking down at her awaiting, and still oh so amused gaze, he then bore his eyes at her, all the while he took her in- truly took her in.

"Thanks," He told her, before he continued, his tone low in appreciativeness.

"You fought well, "

"As did you." She answered in equal, while she tilted her head towards him, before she turned on her heel.

"How about your well earned drink now,"

He then silently followed her, all the while he admired her from behind.

Sorry for the short chapter! But I do hope y'all enjoyed it? Do leave me a comment and tell me what you think of it so far, it would encourage me to continue writing for one <3

NEXT CHAPTER

[dark-frosted-heart]

Roger Barel Main Route - Chapter 8

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. I’m doing this for archiving purposes and you can probably find a better translation out there.

Entrusted with an undercover mission for Crown, Roger and I headed to a village in the countryside.

We were about to unveil the true identity of the Spirit God who claimed to hold great power when— 

Roger: Did you never learn to let people finish talking while you were in your mama’s womb? Sure, treatment for tetanus isn’t widely available. But if you don’t have it, then you make it.

Spirit God: You can’t possibly…

Roger: As a former doctor, I can.

Spirit God: A…doctor? Lies. You’re just saying that to take my place…

Roger: …Shut it.

Roger cut the man’s ranting with a sharp yell.

Spirit God: …

Roger: While you’re so busy ranting, this little girl’s gonna…die.

The anger in his eyes gave me chills.

(That murderous intent is…incredible)

(...Ah, I see now. Roger’s furious)

(I’ve never seen Roger’s emotions be…laid so bare)

Child’s mother: ……her. Please just save her…!

A powerful cry shook the air.

Holding her dying daughter in her arms, the woman looked at Roger with pleading eyes.

—The man called the Spirit God had his hands bound with rope, and the villagers kept watch over him.

We were given a room where we started working on refining a treatment for tetanus.

Liam: Roger, I brought the drugs you asked for from the storehouse!

Roger: Perfect, thanks. We gotta get the lil’ girl comfortable. Hurry.

Kate: On it!

Roger removed his vest and started looking over the medicine collected.

(There’s not much I can do, but I want to help in any way I can)

Kate: I’ll sterilize the test tubes. You can use carbolic acid, right?

Roger: …O_O

(Huh? Was I wrong about carbolic acid…?)

Kate: Um…Roger?

Roger: I thought you were getting up to something at night. Turns out you were studying medicine.

A large hand ruffled my hair.

Kate: …

I felt like Ale receiving pets.

Despite that…I felt my heart beat a little faster.

Roger: You’ve saved me the trouble. Thanks, Kate.

Kate: No…it’s just some knowledge I crammed in my head. You’re still going to have to guide me.

Roger: Then I’m gonna make you do a lot of work.

(Why am I so happy…to receive praise from Roger?)

Somehow, my heart was beating differently than usual.

(No, no. Knowledge is a part of strength. I was just happy that I got a little stronger)

(...but)

—After selecting some drugs and running tests, a tetanus treatment was refined.

Roger: Alright…now we just need to run clinical trials and then we can give it to people.

(Doing clinical trials means…)

Kate: You’re going to test it on healthy bodies to study the effects.

Roger: That’s right. This time it’s to see if it’s safe to take.

Liam: I’ll do it, Roger. I’m healthy, but if anything happens, it’ll just be to me.

Liam raised his hand first and Roger gave a wry smile.

Roger: Liam. You think I’d just let you give in to your “bad habits”?

Liam: Ah…

Curiosity—that was Liam’s curse.

Roger: Too bad for you. I’m feeling thirsty.

With that said, Roger took the bottle of medicine in one gulp.

Kate and Liam: Eh!

After being stunned by Roger’s bold move, I came back to my senses.

Kate: Roger, what are we going to do if something happens to you!

Roger: It’s fine. My body’s stronger.

(Is it really okay…?)

I was feeling both confidence and doubt toward Roger.

But the man himself…

Roger: We’re gonna have to wait a bit for it to take effect. I’m gonna take a nap. Kate, wake me up in an hour.

With that said, he crashed on a bed— 

Kate: Huh, Roger?

Within a few seconds, he started snoring.

Kate: He…fell asleep…?

I blinked at how fast he fell asleep and Liam laughed.

Liam: Hehe, you couldn’t kill him if you tried. I’m going to check on the villagers. Kate, I’m leaving Roger in your care.

The door closed, leaving Roger and me in the room.

When I sat on the edge of the bed, Roger’s hand fell from his chest onto my lap.

(He’s really asleep…)

His gloved hand was large and bony.

I gently touched his fingers which laid vulnerable on my lap.

(This hand’s killed before)

(And it’s kept many people alive) 

The way Roger’s living, it's like he holds life and death in his hands—a terrible contradiction.

There’s no way a man as smart as him didn’t see that.

He’s an egoist with a rifle as if carrying the sin of killing, claimed to be a former doctor, and lived in darkness.

(...Roger, what are you trying to do with Crown?)

~~ Flashback ~~

Kate: What are you researching, Roger?

Roger: Cursed Ones—and how to rid the word of them.

~~ End flashback ~~

(Did he perhaps mean—)

I shook my head, trying to gather my thoughts.

(...No, let’s not jump to conclusions)

No matter how much I thought about it, I’d never reach the truth about Roger.

(At least, not with the way I am now…)

--

Roger woke up without any issues.

The tetanus drug was given to the infected girl and the villagers watched— 

The girl woke up just as the sun rose.

Roger: …Pulse is normal, no numbness in her limbs. Looks like the medicine did its job.

(Thank goodness…!)

Child’s mother: Thank you so much. You’re a god.

Roger: …Me, a god? Don’t make me laugh. I’m just an ordinary human as you can see. If I were a god, I would’ve rid the world of all its absurdities.

(...Roger?)

Cold eyes betrayed the warmth in his words.

But then  it disappeared in an instant.

In its place was a cynical smile.

Roger: Humans can’t become gods, no matter how hard they try. That’ what makes them so interesting.

Spirit God: …Argh, shut up!

A yell interrupted the peace in the room and we all turned toward the source.

Kate: Huh, Spirit God?! I thought he was captured and kept under watch…

The sudden appearance of the Spirit God confused the villagers.

Man of the village: When did you get free?! Everyone, run.

The Spirit God, who seemed to have escaped on his own, had an ominous smile on his face as the room fell into chaos…

(He’s coming this way…)

I tried to run, but he jumped at me from behind.

Kate: Eek…!

Roger: Kate.

Roger, who was standing by the girl, tried to reach for me, but it was too late. I was captured by the Spirit God.

Liam: Kate…

Roger: …

Spirit God: If you don’t want this woman to be killed, forget everything you saw in this village! That way, I can live as a god again.

(What a mess…Still, he’s surprisingly strong.)

(...What do I do)

His arms wrapped around my neck, cutting off air.

In my desperation, I looked up and met Roger’s gaze.

Roger: …

While everyone else turned pale, Roger was the only one smiling.

(...Huh? Why are you smiling…at a time like this?)

“You’ll get stronger, right”—the amber color happily threw at me.

(T-this guy…!)

(But…)

It’s better to be amusement than to be looked down on for being useless.

(Calm down…and remember what you learned about self-defense from Roger)

~~ Flashback ~~

Roger: Step two, what to do when someone holds you.

Kate: Hey, wait. What should I do?

Roger: Hey, I told you that trying to force your way out’s gonna make it worse.

First, go limp, like a puppet that just got its strings cut.

~~ End flashback ~~

I calmed my mind and released all tension from my body as I exhaled.

Spirit God: …What the, you got heavy all of a sudden.

(Now.)

While the Spirit God was confused, I pushed his arms up from below.

Roger: Well done, Kate. Now keep leaning forward.

The moment I escaped the Spirit God’s hold, Roger took over.

Kate: …!

A powerful jab in the jaw knocked the Spirit God unconscious.

(His eyes rolled back. He’s completely out…)

Kate: A one-hit K.O…What’s with that brute strength?

Roger: I didn’t tell you? I’m a heavyweight boxing champ.

Wow…

Really?

You’re one heck of a guy +4 +4

Kate: Hmm… Wait! You’re just casually mentioning that you’re a heavyweight boxing champ?!

Roger: Haha, amazing, aren’t I?

(He’s not joking. He really is one heck of a guy…)

I would’ve loved to spend an hour or so asking him about boxing, but I had something else on my mind.

Kate: He’s not dead is he…?

I checked the Spirit God for a pulse.

Kate: Ah, he’s breathing…

Liam: He’s breathing, but won’t wake up for a while. Well, it’s for the best.

(He’s not dead, which is good for now…)

No matter how evil a person was, seeing them die before your eyes left a bad taste in your mouth.

Blonde child: …Mr. Glasses.

The girl seemed well enough to get out of bed and approached Roger.

Roger: Hm, what is it? Does it hurt anywhere?)

Blonde child: No. Um…Thank you…For making the pain go away. And…thank you miss and Mr. Pink…

Kate: I’m glad you’re feeling better.

Liam: Mr. Pink. How cute.

Roger: You’re welcome. This is the best reward I’ve gotten.

--

After waking up, the Spirit God admitted to all his crimes and was sent to the police.

Victor arrived later and told us that the village, which had closed itself to the public, would now open up with financial support from Her Majesty.

As for me—

After parting ways with Victor, who stayed to clean up the mess, and Liam, who volunteered to accompany him, Roger and I boarded the train back to London.

From outside the window, twilight dyed the sky.

Roger: Pfft, haha.

Roger, who sat across from me, suddenly burst into laughter.

Roger: The look on that guy’s face when you slipped out of his arms was a masterpiece.

(Thinking about it…)

A smile formed on my lips as I recalled the Spirit God’s dumbfounded expression.

Kate: Heh, hehe… Wait, why am I laughing. I thought I was about to die.

I glared at Roger, but he just smiled and propped himself up against the windowsill. 

Roger: Sorry, sorry. But the way you handled self-defense techniques honestly had me impressed. Not to mention you secretly studying medicine. So Kate, close your eyes.

Kate: …Don’t do anything weird, okay?

I closed my eyes after that warning.

…Then, I felt fingers touching my neck.

(Lace? It feels like a thin tie…but it’s nice to the touch)

Roger: You can open your eyes now.

Kate: …

I slowly opened my eyes.

Roger: …

Through the reflection of his amber eyes, I saw myself wearing a lovely choker.

Kate: This is…

Roger: A collar of course. You’ve now been promoted from dogsbody to pet. Congrats.

Next

[cccakessslicemeee]

Thinking about the good ol' hyper force

Otto, Sparks, and Gibson are the dumbass trio. Now now I hear what you're saying. Gibson would be the most logical and responsible. Yeah he would be but Sparks challenges his ego and his intelligence and sometimes says something with just enough confidence Gibson is left with a seed of doubt and questions his own intelligence because of it. So the trio gets up to stupid shit.

Otto has no common sense

Sparks is just along for the ride and thinks things will be funny

Like Otto says something about "I know like.... We shouldn't put a fork in the microwave because it could be bad-

And Gibson immediately cuts him off "Yes. Quite bad actually. Don't do that. We shouldn't even be having this conversation"

And Sparks smirks. "That's kinda unfair isn't it? Just squashing a man in pursuit of scientific inquiry. You're a monkey of science Gibson! Don't you get it? None of us really know how bad it could be or what it even does if you put a fork in the microwave."

"What if it's a myth and nothing bad actually happens? Ya know? Like parents who don't want their kids blocking the TV by sitting too close so they tell them the screen will melt their eyeballs."

"No. You're doing it again. I am not going to be a part of this tomfoolery. I refuse. Entirely."

"How do you know? Though? Have you seen it? Have you tested all the variables? Is this an experiment you've conducted without us?"

"That's not fair. I wanna know."

"No! I haven't tested this out. I feel like we all know better than to walk into oncoming traffic despite none of us getting smacked with a vehicle."

"Mmm yeah. But we have seen car crashes or the aftermath at least..we haven't seen what a fork will do if it's in a microwave."

"I wanna nuke a fork. For science."

"Hmmm that implies you get what the basic concept of a microwave is Otto. We don't have to "Nuke" it. I don't even like that you used that word for it. This is nonsensical."

"But...have you seen it for yourself? You're so smart but you don't actually know what'll happen.. none of us have seen it."

"I don't need to..this is quite silly. No."

"What do you think will happen?"

"I think this is a ploy to get out of chores. I think it will make a mess. A big one. I don't want to waste my time fixing the fried circus of the kitchen."

"See it's all this, I think and not I know. Why don't you know man?"

"Imma do it."

And Gibson sighs. He thinks it's gonna be bad but Sparks is right. He's never done that. He's got ideas (and some common sense) but he sticks around to see the fork go absolutely batshit in the microwave and blow the fuse box to the kitchen area.

Antauri isn't mad. He's deeply disappointed.

[magicaltickles]

Stardew Valley Tickle Hcs!!

By yours truly :D

This will consist of hcs for the very best A.S.S trio. I love these three very much, Sebastian is my husband and Sam is the friend who crashes at our place and Abby and I sit on the side and watch them be dumb. Anyways if you want other characters, feel free to send in an ask! Enjoy!

Includes all of them x farmer hcs too!

👾 Abigail 👾

- Now, all three of these lovelies are switches. It varies between all of them who is more the ler and lee, but Abby is the true switch of the trio.

- Abby as a ler is so deadly. She might not be the strongest, but she can certainly tickle her lee(s) to the ground and make them stay there.

- Not to mention the teasing??? Abigail is sooo teasy and super good at it too. She's observant and will figure out the best things to make you flustered to use it.

- For Seb, that might be something like "oh, it seems you've come across a big, scary tickle monster. tell me, great powerful wizard, what is your next move?" while squeezing his sides. For Sam, she'll be tickling his feet and legs and say something like "I'm making these legs stronger so you can do all those skateboard tricks you tell us about!". She'll also pretend to do said tricks on his tummy and ribs hehe.

- For her dear farmer, it usually ends up in a tease about planting seeds around their tummy and sides. "I just need to hoe the ground *pokes the spots* and now I can spread the seeds *light skitters* and now I need to water them *raspberries all over*!"

- Definitely cannot take what she dishes out, though. Cracks under teases 100%

- As a lee, Abby tries to put up a strong front, but one tease and she's done for. She's the person who will use the tickle monster tease on her lees, but not be able to take it as a lee herself

- Very bubbly giggles, though she doesn't really like them that much. She wants to be tough and tough girls don't have bubbly giggles in her eyes. Or be taken down by feathers.

- Worst spot is her hips and thighs. Loves to go after tummies and knees (esp if you're sitting w her while at the bar on Fridays. does the egg crack thing)

🎸 Sam 🎸

- Tries his best, that's for certain. Sam has all the right ideas, he just isn't always confident in his execution.

- He's a big brother so he automatically has ler rights. When Vincent was younger, Sam would mess with him all the time and they'd play wrestle and it'd be really cute. But Vincent has gotten to the stage where big brother isn't as cool anymore so rip.

- Sam's learning how to be a better ler through getting his friends <3

- Abby says his teases are getting better but it's only bc they're so silly, you have to laugh. His favorite to use is saying that he's "tuning" his instrument while tweaking toes and hips and then he tests it out by "playing" his lee's ribs.

- It's through Sam's silly teases they actually heard Sebastian's real laugh for the first time <33

- While Sam is strong and can and will pin you down, he's also the sweetest and much prefers to be cuddling with his dearest farmer and holding them close with one arm while his free hand goes to town wherever available. He says your laugh is his favorite song <3

- As a lee, Sam is the most adorable thing ever. He's like a puppy.

- His laugh is boyish in the best way. Very sweet and melodic. Tell him his laugh is better than his songs and he'll blush so brightly, it's so cute.

- Vibrate your fingers into his tummy and he's literally done for. Down for the count. A pile of giggles at your fingertips.

- Sam genuinely loves being tickled too. He will admit it, no questions asked. Sam thinks tickling is a lovely thing because he loves his friends and making them happy and this makes them laugh and be happy.

- Worst spot is his tummy and he loves to go after ribs and the spot where the ribs and sides meet.

🐸 Sebastian 🐸

- My husband for real life I love this man so much.

- Seb honestly prefers to be a watcher more than a part of the action. For example, if he's not the one getting got, he's the one holding down the lee while the third party gets them.

- Hugs from behind, holding arms up with one hand, that kind of stuff.

- While doing so, he might contribute a little with whispered teases into the lee's ear about how cute they're being. Depending on how close he is to the lee and how confident he's feeling, he might nuzzle his nose against their neck or blow on their ear. Little things to make them more giggly.

-Unless provoked by Sam or Abigail, the only person he confidently lers for is his dear farmer. Overworking? Tickles. Tired? Tickles. Looking extra cute? Tickles.

- Prefers light tickles to rough ones. Likes to see his lee giggly and flustered. Seb's main teases include "programming" on tummies and playing games on ribs and hips.

- The person who genuinely wants to give you a foot massage and ends up tickling you because you kept giggling when he reached certain spots.

- As a lee, Sebby has a wheezy laugh. Make a few huffs here and there. It takes a lot to get him to break and actually become giggly. Sam has the best track record for it with his dumb teases and jokes.

- Sam and Abby are extra soft with him because he doesn't lee often and they don't want him to not like it </3

- Sebastian gets squeaky when Abby uses her nails on his neck. And he melts when Sam goes for his back. Melt spot supremacy

- Sebastian's worst spot is his neck (and shoulder blades, but no one's found out about that yet). His favorite place to tickle is ears and hips.

Once again, if you have any requests, feel free to send in an ask!! I also do genshin impact, honkai star rail, and bungo stray dogs!

[grayox27]

Dating the men in F.R.I.E.N.D.S.🍬(gn!reader)

Just some simple hc’s lol

Joey Tribbiani

- one second you’re just having a sip of coffee, the next there’s this handsome man leaning on your table with a ‘how you doin?’

-most people would’ve found this unattractive, but you found it endearing.

- for your first date, he takes you out to a fancy restaurant

- bold is Joey’s middle name

- while on the outside he is confident, he’s actually quite insecure on the inside. You find yourself constantly reassuring him on multiple topics.

- his love language is words of affirmation, so he calls you many cheesy nicknames all the time. In fact, you rarely ever hear him call you by your name.

- first kiss:

You held your breath as Joey nervously picked up the phone.

“Is this Mr.Tribbiani?”

“Yeah, that’s me” Joey says, not letting his nerves change his tone, but you could read it all over his face.

“We’ve decided that you are a perfect fit for the role” They announced.

Joey put the phone down with a shout, “I MADE IT!” He said, rubbing his hands together.

“Jo, I’m so proud of you!” You said with a smile. He ran over without thinking, crashing his lips to yours.

He awkwardly pulled away, scratching at his neck “Sor-“ before he could even finish his sentence, you had pulled him by the collar and reconnected your lips.

“Mr.Tribbiani? Hello?” The phone sounded. “Oh shoot” He mumbled, rushing over to the phone.

Chandler Bing

- you would have to ask him out first

- you had bravely approached him while he was working, and asked him out. He gave you a look of surprise before accepting.

- he is insecure like Joey, but he’s more outward with it.

- for your first date, you guys go out to see a movie

- his love language is acts of service, one time you mentioned that you missed cereal, and the next day, it was on your counter

- first kiss:

You returned to your apartment with Chandler at your heels late at night. He insisted that he walk you to your door.

“Tonight was wonderful” You said, giving a genuine smile. “Yeah…it really was” He says, looking anywhere but your face.

The two of you kind of awkwardly stood around, Chandler shifting on his heels. You grew tired of the silence and leaned in slowly, giving him the opportunity to back out.

He let out a shaky sigh. “Does my breath smell bad?” He whispers, practically talking against your lips. You let out a small chuckle, “No”. Your lips finally connect.

“That was SO cheesy!” Monica shouted with a laugh, which earned her an elbow to her ribs. “Shut up, I think it’s sweet!” Rachel countered.

Chandler pulled away from you with a shy smile, his ears burning red. “I’ll see you tomorrow” You laughed, watching him scuttle away.

Ross Geller

- After some hyping from Joey, he asked you out

- he tried to ‘play it cool’ but it wasn’t long before he started to share facts

- for your first date, he actually took you Roa museum and geeked out

- it started to become a competition between the two of you to see who knew more

- he lends you his books all the time

- his love language is literally just info sharing. It excites him because you’re one of the only people who actually let him go on

-first kiss:

“Did you know that kissing could lower your blood pressure? It can even burn a few calories, in extreme make out sessions of course, but it’s still cool” Ross rambled on.

“Wanna test that?” You pipe up.

“It can even reduce plaque build up because when you’re kissing more saliva-… what?” He cuts himself off, turning beet red.

You moved closer to him, “I said, do you want to test that?” You whispered, keeping eye contact. “O-okay” Ross says with a shy smile, and the two of you shared a very sweet kiss.

[shadow-schemer]

I really want to write fanfic for Metaphor Refantazio but the problem is I want to put everyone in a B-grade sitcom level plot with politics and court intrigue as negligible backdrops. Everyone has weird slice of life adventures except for Will, who's tied down to his duties as King of Euchronia and wants to die every time he sits down to listen to his Court. Louis is that weird confidant in Will's inner circle and has a running gag about getting exiled, pardoned, only to get exiled AGAIN the next day.

Eupha: As this nation's Minister of Justice, I will make sure that all are equal in the eyes of justice. Will: I'm counting on you, Eupha :) 🎶🎶🎵🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎵🎵🎶

Roger: Everyone knows the government is just a shit circus. You have to pay a bunch of clowns, lie to people, screw up your one job, boss people around, steal everyone's money, then retire with a huge payout for life! Alonzo: True! I mean, you gotta be one real piece of shit to get involved into politics! Roger: Cheers! 🎶🎶🎵🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎵🎵🎶

Leon: As head of Public Security, the people are safe under my watch. Will: I know. That's why you're the best man I have for the job! 🎶🎶🎵🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎵🎵🎶

Neuras: My new version of the Teleportation Device is good to go! Hulkenberg: Is it safe? Neuras: Ran it through the ringer with Louis, the crash test dolls, and myself, so it's All Green! Will: Let's go! 🎶🎶🎵🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎵🎵🎶

It's Always Sunny in Euchronia

[dokidokitsuna]

Father and Son

(Loosely inspired by this adorable Hollow Knight artwork~)

Recently, I started seriously working on my second draft of a very old novel…which I may or may not have spoken about here, a long time ago. I don’t really care to hunt down my original post; I’m sure it’s wildly inaccurate by now anyway. ^^; ‘Monastery’ (still a working title…) has grown and changed immensely since its original inception– it’s only in recent years that the story concept has solidified. At this point, it’s an urban fantasy coming-of-age story, with an ensemble cast…but these two are the true heart of the narrative. My love for these characters and their relationship cannot be overstated. ❤

In broad terms, it’s about what you’d expect: sad little boy abandoned by his parents + sad old man with a dark past, who tends to distance himself from people as a result. But I think working within those tropes and teasing out deeper reasons for them to exist made this a truly interesting creative exercise.

Marko (the ‘son’) wasn’t explicitly “abandoned”; rather his semi-neglectful parents kinda just let him fall out of their lives– a complex situation that he really struggles with, as an innocent 9-year-old bug boy. And yet, that’s not even what makes him ‘sad’…his emotional turmoil has more to do with his still-developing social skills, particularly his fear of being hated every time he makes a minor mistake.

Similarly, (the ‘father’) Melchior’s “dark past” isn’t quite all in the past, I say at the risk of spoiling my own story. ^^; And yet, that’s not really the reason why he distances himself from others– tbh, he probably should be a lot more cautious and fearful of connecting with people, after the experiences he’s had. Despite that, he’s clearly a character who loves to share things with others and make friends…unfortunately, as a 53-year-old cult survivor who’s still adjusting to normal social life decades later, he’s just never sure how to do that ‘correctly’, and goes about it in a shy, uncertain way that people often misinterpret.

As these two work through their flaws and get closer, it slowly becomes clear that they’re essentially the same person. ^^ They love, and love deeply, but for one reason or another, don’t feel confident that their love can be reciprocated, or even that it should be. So, among a cast of characters who have even more complex emotional issues and are tougher to predict and understand, they find stability in each other. As I slowly finish the first draft of the second volume of the story, I find they’re quickly forming a dynamic where they encourage and advise each other on their relationships with other people, navigating life together. And of course, the strength of that dynamic will be tested in the third volume, when everything comes crashing down…hopefully, you’ll see someday when I finish the darn book. ^^;

[umlewis]

Grand Prix Star Remembers Those Who Schooled Him

July 7, 2007 Two men who guided Lewis Hamilton on his way to the top of formula one, and why this "incredible guy" hasn't forgotten them.

One of the first things Lewis Hamilton did when he arrived at Magny-Cours for the French Grand Prix last weekend was to think of the past rather than his exciting future. Hamilton took the trouble to seek out the paddock set aside for the support races - usually alien territory for anyone inhabiting the lofty world of Formula One - and visit two of the small teams responsible for his schooling.

'That was so typical of Lewis,' says John Booth, the owner of the Manor Motorsport Formula Three team. 'There he was, facing a big weekend, leading the F1 championship, and he took time to come and have a chat.'

Booth, a former competitor on the British club scene, has had a number of promising drivers through his hands since becoming a very successful team owner. Hamilton moved from karts to race for Booth in Formula Renault and then F3.

'McLaren asked us to give Lewis a test in our Formula Renault car,' says Booth. 'He had never driven a racing car before - not even a road car because he was only 16 - and he crashed after a couple of laps. That was almost to be expected and the thing that really impressed me was, when the lads put the car back together again, he went back out and immediately went very quickly. The accident hadn't fazed him at all.'

Hamilton was the clear favourite to win the Formula Renault title in his second season with the Yorkshire-based team. 'We'd been quickest in the pre-season test,' says Booth. 'But things went awry at the first race: he got taken off by a backmarker. He went for three races without winning, which was a surprise to us, to say the least. Then we went to Silverstone. He was lying fifth, on slicks, and it rained. He came through and won quite comfortably. That was it. He just clicked, his confidence was up and I don't think he was beaten again for the rest of that season.

'When we moved into F3, we didn't have the most competitive car. He won a couple of races but that must have been quite difficult for Lewis because he has this amazing desire to win. But, even when the going is difficult, you won't have a spat or a tantrum.

'Lewis has this natural way which gets everyone on side. Ayrton Senna would have the same aim, but be manipulative. When we were racing together, Ayrton was a very pleasant young man but he'd be quite cold about it. He would say, "I will do this, and I will get the mechanics on my side." But, with Lewis, you would regularly see him bouncing about with a smile on his face. That's the way he's always been.

'It's been wonderful to see him maturing. A lot of drivers have promise but not all of them develop and mature. Lewis has done that but the way he has become mistake-free in F1 is the thing that has impressed me most.'

For 2005, Hamilton moved to ASM, a rival team in the European F3 series, before stepping up to GP2 with ASM's sister team, ART Grand Prix, in 2006. He won 15 F3 races and championships in both categories. Frederic Vasseur is co-owner of ASM.

'I first met Lewis in 2004,' says Vasseur. 'It was obvious that he was a natural but also very dedicated. All drivers say that their ambition is to be world champion but very few actually focus on doing it. Lewis is one of the few. He is able to motivate the team because he is friendly with everyone. And he is completely honest with himself. If he qualified badly, he would say, "I did a poor job. The car is fine. Don't change it. It's my fault." That makes such a difference because, if a driver blames his car, you can waste so much time changing it and going off in the wrong direction.

'There were many very impressive drives from Lewis when he was with us. I remember particularly a few from GP2 last year. Silverstone [when Hamilton overtook two cars with a single move] was a fantastic moment for me. And in Turkey, when he had spun to the back of the field, his comeback was incredible. And yet he did not take any big risks. Usually when a driver is coming back from something like that, he passes everyone - and then crashes. Lewis was using his brain, thinking of the championship and picking off the other drivers one by one. At the Nurburgring, when it started raining and everyone was on slicks, Lewis was two to three seconds a lap faster than the others. I got on the radio and said, "Calm down". He replied, "OK, it's not a problem." It just came so easy to him. At the pit wall during a race, I was never nervous about him.

'He was having a great fight with his team-mate, Alexandre Premat, in Barcelona. Premat hit Hamilton and sent his car into a spin on the last lap and yet he congratulated Alex on the podium. "Alex is not the problem," he said. "The problem was my start." Meaning that if he had made a better start, the problem would not have arisen. That's Lewis. An incredible guy.'

[thedragonhermit]

More Person of Interest x Fallout AU!

I said in my previous art post that if I kept thinking about this AU I would post more about it, and guess what, I've been thinking about it :)))) So here's a summary of what I've currently got for it (I say "summary" but this ended up really long oops)

John Reese

His backstory is practically the same as PoI canon except it all happened in the pre-War Fallout universe, with the CIA National Clandestine Service: Special Activities Division under the control of the pre-War Enclave. Him, Staton, and Snow still had their final mission in China, but their infiltration was more high stakes as it was during the Sino-American War.

After surviving the missile strike, Reese manages to return to the States and works to track down Jessica just like in canon, only his search leads him to the community of Sanctuary Hills near Boston. By the time Reese gets there, she's already dead.

He learns her husband Peter abused her/disguised her cause of death as a car accident, and avenges her the night of October 22, 2077 by disposing of Peter. The following morning, Reese, still wallowing in his despair and rage over not being there for Jessica, is still in their house when a representative from Vault-Tec shows up at the door. He ends up answering and is signed up for Vault 111 under Peter Arndt's name.

Just like in Fallout 4, the representative's timing couldn't be more perfect as the bombs start falling not long after. Although Reese is in a state where he wouldn't mind going out with nuclear fire, he's whisked off to Vault 111 with the other residents who've applied, enters just as Boston is hit, is provided a vault suit to change into, and is directed into a "decontamination" pod-- aka a cryopod meant for testing the affects of long term stasis.

Reese doesn't wake up until 210 years later when the Vault's life support systems are beginning to crash, and exits to find a bespectacled man claiming to have just saved his life and somehow knows his name is John Reese; not Peter Arndt as Vault-Tec's records claim. He also manages to convince Reese not to kill him over knowing all this and to instead join the cause he woke him up for.

Harold Finch

A researcher for the Advanced Systems division of the Institute, though oddly not everyone can agree whether he was brought into their fold from the outside, or if he's always been there. Despite being in Advanced Systems, his work is primarily for the Synth Retention Bureau as the sophisticated Machine he built and maintains provides them their mass surveillance of the Commonwealth, while also predicting potential threats and locating runaway synths with incredible accuracy.

Finch is also seemingly the only one in the Institute who has a modicum of sympathy for the "uncouth, unclean, and uneducated" masses above ground, considering he's secretly using his Machine to try and help the people of the Commonwealth-- even if those efforts conflict with the Institute's plans.

He's a very mysterious and private man; the more you learn about him, the less you seem to really know him. Finch will talk about places and factions outside the Commonwealth as if he's seen them with his own eyes/interacted with them himself, and yet will deny having done so. He'll even talk that way about pre-War events, unnerving Reese with implications that Finch is from his time.

The Truth: he was born around 2234 and raised Harold Wren in the Enclave alongside his best friend, Nathan Ingram, with the two building the Machine together at Raven Rock. When their creation (mostly Harold's creation as Nathan would admit) neared it's official completion in 2276, Nathan confided in Harold that he'd overheard the Enclave higher ups' true intent for it-- to merge it's surveillance and predictive capabilities into President Eden; effectively erasing the Machine's emerging identity and just making it a part of the pre-War ZAX unit.

Harold was seemingly unbothered, having suspected this was going to happen and already accepted it, but Nathan was less accepting. Vowing to save the "life" Harold had inadvertently created, he downloaded the Machine's code from Raven Rock's servers and split it between two portable devices -- a modified Pip-Boy and an eyebot -- so he could run away from the Enclave with it. Harold learned of this plan when Nathan gave him one last chance to join him, only for Harold to try and talk him out of it. His friend's mind was stubbornly made up, however.

Harold didn't let Nathan get too far from Raven Rock before finally going after him, unable to abandon (or be abandoned) by his childhood best friend. Nathan was so pleased, he immediately handed over the Pip-Boy, claiming Harold technically held more custody over the Machine, then took a few unfortunate steps right into a hidden landmine.

Harold woke up, head pounding and the back of his neck bleeding, with the eyebot beeping frantically over him. When he sat up, he saw that Nathan was dead and that the Machine was somehow still functioning despite the haphazard way it's code had been cut in half, warning him of imminent danger on the Pip-Boy's screen. The Enclave was already coming after them.

Though it was extremely hard to leave his best friend, let alone how painful it was to move, Harold got to his feet with the eyebot's help and limped to the closest settlement to get quickly patched up before leaving the Capital Wasteland altogether.

He spent the next few years wandering the greater Wasteland with the Machine as his only companion; getting the Enclave off their trail with a convincing dead body double, trying not to attract the attention of the Brotherhood of Steel or more deadly factions like Caesar's Legion, all the while coming to better understand the very thing he'd built.

When Harold learned of the Institute in the Commonwealth, he convinced their Director into letting him join, then uploaded most of the Machine into their servers to hide it from Enclave and BoS searching-- though he kept the most vital code on the eyebot and a back door in his Pip-Boy to shield it from the Institute themselves (all parts of the Machine communicate remotely via an encrypted radio station).

Having seen the greater Wasteland for what it was, Harold gained a sympathy he hadn't been raised with while in the Enclave; a sympathy he could see the Institute also lacked. So he elected to take matters into his own hands and improve it with the Machine. But they couldn't do it alone.

Thankfully, he had happened to read an old, pre-War Enclave record when he was younger about an exceptional agent named John Reese who'd allegedly ended up in Boston despite being pronounced dead on mission in China...

The Machine

Considered a "miracle" as it's the first AI of it's scale to be successfully created post-War.

It's eyebot hides in plain sight among the eyebots that patrol Diamond City when it's not with Finch.

In PoI canon, the Machine provides it's "irrelevant" numbers by listing letters that match up to authors on books in Finch's library, with the dewey decimal system becoming the target's social security number. That system is flipped in this AU; the Machine gives numbers that match up with books in the Boston Public Library (Finch and Reese's hideout, tho I can't decide if they left the super mutants in it to help with their cover lol) that spell out their target's name.

Okay great, they have a name, now how do they track them down without the internet? Well, the Institute with all its surveillance of the Commonwealth has a large database of "persons of interest" that Finch just so happens to be able to access (I think in F4 it's just lists their secret synth agents?? But I feel like they also listed off people they felt may cause issues... idk, if that's not canon, it is canon for this AU!)

There are names they receive that don't appear in that database however, meaning the boys have to track them down the old fashion way-- asking around until someone who knows the target tells them where they are. The Machine will help sometimes by providing a time and place where the target is most likely to appear next.

Obvs the names of every Fallout 4 companion comes up, either their own name or someone related to them. They also get all the names related to F4's main and side quests (as well as some PoI characters like Shaw).

Technically there already is a threat predicting AI in Fallout 4 (Predictive Analytic Machine aka P.A.M.) which the Railroad can gain access to. It's purpose pre-War was to predict when the bombs were going to fall, but it's more like a complex algorithm that requires human input to operate-- whereas the Machine is a proper thinking AI that takes in it's own input via surveillance in order to make it's decisions.

I like the idea of Finch becoming aware of P.A.M.'s existence when the Railroad is suddenly out predicting the Machine, and though the Machine is ultimately capable of out thinking P.A.M., Finch ends up "crippling" the Machine in such a way that it can only out predict P.A.M. so much to allow the Railroad to continue evading the Institute.

Bear/Dogmeat

Instead of finding him at the Red Rocket gas station between Sanctuary and Concord, he's been confined to the life of a Gunners dog. When Reese sees him, he can tell he doesn't like his "owners" considering he's acting stressed and is kept on a leash unlike this gang of Gunners' other dogs. Reese also finds the name "Dogmeat" mean (like how he didn't like canon Bear's former name, Butcher) and that's why he renames him when he frees him from the Gunners.

Bear answers to both Bear and Dogmeat, but Reese is convinced he's happier when called by his new name.

Root

A Wastelander originally from the Texas area named Samantha Groves. When she was very young, her and her mom were picked up by Caesar's Legion and were stuck with them for a time, until a moment for escape opened up. Her mom urged her to run west towards NCR territory, which Root did and allowed her to be rescued by the Followers of the Apocalypse.

Under their care and tutelage, she proved herself naturally talented when it came to computers and started coming into her own as an impressive hacker. She befriended an older girl named Hanna who was also under the FoA's care, but sadly she was abducted and killed by an NCR officer, with Root the only witness.

No one believed her when she said what had happened to Hanna, leading to her taking matters into her own hands and luring a gang of Fiends into killing her friend's murderer before leaving.

For some time after, Root traversed the Wasteland, earning caps mostly by being a shadowy assassin who made use of hacking computers whenever they were available. The further east she traveled, the more she heard rumours about the Institute, peaking her curiosity and leading her to the Commonwealth. Where she eventually learns of the most incredible thing she's ever heard of: a miracle of a god-like Machine watching over everyone in the area...

S2-16 aka Shaw

An elite SRB Courser who was personally trained by Conrad Kellogg (for those who don't know Fallout 4, he's basically Hersh and provided the special combat training used by the Courser synths of the Institute. If Hersh were in this AU, he'd just replace Kellogg, but I've decided to keep Kellogg instead).

Like I said in my art post, her partner M4-39 becomes a bit too infatuated with the Railroad (whom they're supposed to be enemies with) and goes so far as to give himself the name Michael before trying to defect to them. He tries to convince S2-16 to go with him -- who he had started calling Shaw instead of her designation -- but he's ambushed and gunned down by X6-88. Shaw is considered also compromised just by having been his partner, even though she wasn't into the idea of joining the Railroad, but X6-88 doesn't believe her.

Just like in season 2 episode 16 (see where I got her designation from haha), while Reese and Finch are trying to help her out, Shaw gets captured by Root who's wanting more information on the Machine-- though in this AU she's wanting a way into the Institute so she can get at it directly. But the only known way in is via teleportation. Each Courser has a relay chip in their brain that allows them to be teleported back, which Root threatens to cut out of Shaw if she doesn't give her another way in. Shaw's freed before that can happen, but later agrees to Finch's proposition that she have her chip removed (in a safe manner) to prevent the SRB from tracking her down.

The job of a Courser, for those unaware, is to hunt down and bring back escaped synths. In order to ensure they follow through with their orders, they are installed with emotional dampening programming to prevent them from sympathizing with their targets. Although Dr. Amari is able to remove her relay chip, she's unable to remove this programming, leaving Shaw just like she is in canon: mostly devoid of emotion (besides rage).

Free of the Institute, she officially starts going by Shaw in honour of Michael and turns to focusing on tracking down Root (in a toxic yuri way).

Joss Carter and Lionel Fusco

Both were members of Diamond City Security until Carter's display of detective work during one case impressed the Great Green Jewel's only detective, Nick Valentine, so much that he offered her a job as his partner. Ever since, she's worked as a part of the Valentine Detective Agency alongside the old synth sleuth and his assistant, Ellie Perkins.

She's drawn into working with Reese and Finch after Valentine's name is given by the Machine when he's locked up by Skinny Malone in Vault 114.

Although Reese becomes known as "the Man in the Vault Suit," he also becomes a suspect in Valentine's ongoing Mysterious Stranger case, leaving Carter to try and keep him off Reese's trail.

Meanwhile, just like in canon, Fusco is stuck on the opposite side of things as he's a part of this AU's version of HR; a collection of corrupt DCS officers (which is most of them) who work back door deals with Gunners and Raiders for chems and caps, while pulling all sorts of strings in Mayor McDonough's favour.

He's dragged into Reese and Finch's operations when the Machine gives them Piper Wright's name, as HR is obvs not a fan of Diamond City's famous nosey reporter. With Fusco under Reese's thumb, he manages to get HR off her case as best as he can, but it's tricky work with Piper not being one to give up a story that easily, danger be dammed.

A Few PoI Baddies

Speaking of HR, Alonzo Quinn is still it's secret leader, being both an Upper Stands resident and Mayor McDonough's advisor. HR is ultimately in McDonough's pocket and takes a fair amount of commands from him, so long as Quinn agrees to them as well.

Patrick Simmons, HR's second in command, is the head of Diamond City Security instead of just being an officer.

Elias operates out of Goodneighbor and gradually takes control of most of it's gangs, including the Triggermen. He has a deal with Mayor Hancock that allows him to operate on the promise he won't pose a threat to Hancock's rule, though who knows how long that will last. I kinda want to make him a ghoul just for fun... that and/or go really wild and make him the son of Eddie Winters...... idk

Control would be the head of the SRB, potentially having replaced Zimmer after he went off to the Capital Wasteland.

Samaritan would be an Enclave creation, likely built from pieces of the Machine's own code that may have lingered after Nathan and Harold escaped.

Annnnnnnd that's basically the framework of what I've got!

[deaconsleatherpants]

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writing ask meme | @bizghetti

give short descriptions of all your current WIPs.

ohhh boy there are several 🥴👀

Rigby Inn - Herrick/reader; this is the one I've been working on quite a bit lately! your family owns an inn/you work there, where one day Herrick comes in looking for a room, having run away from his family/the clear favoritism they show his brother. Over time you grow closer and he tries to help you with your work, confides in you about his hopes/dreams/worries, and clearly enjoys spending time with you. Part of his worries are about wanting to choose his own destiny and not just do what his family expects of him, and he wants you to be a part of that choice! Really I'm planning for this one to be very sweet lol 🥺😭

Here Comes the Sun - Rapu/reader; this is literally just a Rapu smutfic lmao 😭 without a whole lot of plot, aside from maybe something about you being his handmaiden/priestess, and definitely his favorite mortal 🥺 I've never really been able to get this off the ground for some reason, but I need to give it another look 👀

I Hand You My Mortal Heart, but Will it Be Forever? - Deacon/reader; you grew up in the same village as Deacon, but lost touch (to put it mildly) when he ran away. He's back, several years later, now a newly-turned vampire hiding from vampire hunters in the barn of your farmhouse. you have mixed feelings stemming from feeling betrayed when he disappeared years before, but you still decide to help him, even feeding him when he needs it. Meanwhile a vampire has been picking off the town's residents one by one, and while Deacon is suspected if/when the town finds out he's a vampire, he actually just crash-landed into another vampire's territory by accident. 😬

htmgfad fic (clearly a working title lmao 😭) - Carl/reader; this isn't very well plotted out at this point, but essentially you go to Carl for romantic help/advice, and somewhere along the way you both develop feelings for one another and eventually use appointment time very inappropriately. basically this was going to be my excuse to write multi-chapter smut jkdfhgf 🥴

The Milk Man Cometh (probably also a working title, but it makes me laugh 🥴) - as you can probably guess this is Q/reader lol. It's not super plotted out yet, but the general idea would be that you're an assassin working alongside Q, helping him test out some of his new inventions/weapons on a special mission. And at some point you might get hurt, letting him show off a bit of a softer side when it comes to taking care of you 🥺 ugh I need to plot this one out a little more but I think it has some promise lol 🤔

On the Ashes of this House, Something Burns - Herrick/reader; you end up in possession of an old manor house somewhere in Auckland, where you soon discover the reason the house came so cheaply is that it comes with a friendly ghost named Herrick 👀 maybe there's a little bit of mystery, maybe some intrigue, but eventually you bond with Herrick and try to help him banish the metaphorical ghosts haunting him too. 😭

Blood and Black Lace (also a working title 😩) - Deacon/reader; a Deacon smutfic I've honestly had on the back burner for almost 4 years now, where you're the latest Guest of Honor at the Unholy Masquerade and meet a handsome and mysterious stranger. 👀

Jarred fic (😭) - Jarred/reader; you work at the school and lately, you've noticed that Jarred seems a little distant and distracted. Nobody else seems to notice, but you decide to spend more time with him, and you end up being there for him while he tries to process his feelings around his divorce - and both eventually come to realize the feelings you have for each other 🥺

soft hearts; electric souls - Monty/reader; this is my longer Monty fic, where you're close friends who later become more. Partly a retelling of the story with how your presence could change several things relating to Monty (like him deciding to stay at your place instead of George's when his roof is broken)! I definitely need to plot this out a little more lol 😩