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[krawdad]

Ooh if I could figure out a way to link realtime performance input to like the rate that an animated loop cycles there's some potentially interesting animation shortcut to do shit with

[bunny-jpeg]

mrs. colapinto

franco colapinto

tags: smut/pwp, established relationship, loving!franco, curvy!reader, marriage, honeymoon, cowgirl position, clit teasing

no one knew who franco's sweetheart was. the argentinian driver had captured the world's heart, but who captured his heart? and oh, did you capture it. you were the air he breathed, the sun in the sky, a bright light in his soul. but, franco was protective of you. he didn't want to the world to poke and prod at you and your life. your education, your personality, your body.

france know that each inch was beautiful, every centimeter had been explored by his lips over the years. you were perfect, beyond perfect. he probably had your curves memorized like lines on a track. he could trace them with ease. so, he didn't need the input of fans or the press to determine if you were worth loving. franco knew that you were worth loving.

it was better that you could attend university in peace, that didn't mean that franco ignored you. he was texting you the second he could get his hands on his phone, you two were doing virtual dates when you were apart, and at the very least he could get you on facetime while you were snuggled in bed, on campus, or preparing (a late) dinner. it felt like the only time he could relax, while he was happy to have a shot at formula one. he missed the comfort of your small apartment, the home-cooked meals, how you'd ramble to him about your recent essay topic. to hear your voice. it was his personal heaven. every chance he could, he'd take photos of the cities he was in. he sent flowers every so often, and even got his hands on small souvenirs to send back home to you. you were on his mind during this sudden propelling into racing success.

if you couldn't go with him. then he'd simply bring the locations to you. as he once said to you, "anything for you, mrs. colapinto." then winked at you when your face went hot. he the laughed when you smacked him in the arms. it only made you face hot when franco mentioned marriage so casually. off handed comments to make you his bride. you knew you wanted to marry him, but everything felt too busy at the moment to take that next step. you didn't need him to feel the pressure of marriage on top of f1.

so it was a total shock when he proposed over a home-made dinner during a small break in the season. while you were about to enjoy the meal you made together, you caught sight of the small diamond in the ring. the way it caught the yellowing light of the dining area. you choked on your meal when he asked, "my love, will you marry me?" he put the velvet box down to hand you his water glass to help you swallow down the food, "i'm so sorry! i should've waited till after you ate!!" then when you stopped choking, you smiled between heavy breaths and he smiled too.

"franco." you said, you did get a little misty eyed when he rounded the table to put the ring on you. you kissed him deeply.

you two had your wedding during the off-season. it was a spur of a moment with few witnesses with dinner after. but word of the marriage wasn't kept quiet for long. people caught sight of you leaving the courthouse in white with franco in a suit. so you were franco's sweetheart, now his wife. everyone wanted to know who franco's little secret was. just a regular university student with no much of a social media presence. except for maybe a semi-active tubmlr, where many found out that you were a lewis hamilton fan. but other than that there was no personal information. but while you were on your honeymoon for the rest of the break, the press couldn't wait to get more information about you, and franco was more comfortable to formally introduce you. they juat had to be nice about it. you spent the break overseas and he happily kissed you in front of the cameras.

when you asked him what changed, he said, "you're my wife now! i want to show you off because if they are cruel, i can better stand up for you. protect you!" and then gave you what felt like a dozen kisses.

much of the honeymoon was spend in bed however, curled up in the rented apartment. the bed was soft and of course franco wanted to make you feel loved. to make love to his wife. hours spent against you. he loved when you rode him, the jolt of your body as you rolled your hips against him.

the heat got caught in your throat as you oved against him. you felt amazing as you made love- in all fairness, you sexual activity went from tender to rough fairly quickly.

"that's it, my love, my wife. you feel amazing, i am addicted to you." nothing else mattered in the bedroom except for your hips pressed against him and your hands on his chest. the feeling of you moving up and down on his cock with a needy want. his praise for you was heavy as you clenched around his cock, "beyond beautiful, my love. stunning. i knew i wanted to be with you the moment i met you. i love you, i love you."

"fuck, franco." you painted nails dug into his shoulders as you moved with all the force in your body.

his cock twitched inside of you, his words got filthier as the heat coursed through him quicker, "all mind, but you knew that. i'm so in love with you, there are zero words for it. never want or need anyone else. no, no, not when i have you. you're all mine just as i am yours." and met your pace. a sweet moan left his lips. you shifted against him and he only held onto you tighter. the headboard rocked against the wall a little. he wanted you all, and now as your husband, he could have it.

you didn't last much longer. you came first, then he did. and then, like a little devil, he teased your clit until you came once more. which made you tense up and kiss him deeply on the lips. you hissed, "fuck, honey."

"i know my love, you feel beautiful under my touch. as you should be." his voice laced with want and love, you were his and his only. you soon laid out with him in bed as the afternoon light shined through. he held you in his arms and you laid a hand on his chest. the diamond glimmered in the light as you laid curled up with your franco, your husband.

you stayed close to him, feeling his love as the two of you continued to enjoy your honeymoon together, some years in the making.

franco made a post the day after your honeymoon ended. with various photos throughout your relationship. you did however blush when you saw one of the photos, when you two were still teenagers, when right before when he moved to italy. there was you in his old racing helmet, you at his birthday party doing drunk karaoke together, and a finally a photo when you went to an art gallery together. an additional photo was posted of you on the bus with him to the williams headquarters. the caption read, "you have brought life into my world, let's always grow and love alongside each other. my beautiful, mrs. colapinto." <3

[polaritydisturbed]

Ok no, I have to get it out of my system, Conrad is bad at podcasting. And just recording anything in general.

The sound padding is doing absolutely nothing. Sure, they’ve got it slapped on the walls, but it’s off to the side. Not behind them. Not in front of them. Just... chilling. Which is useless. You want that padding facing the source of the sound so it can catch the waves before they start bouncing all over the place.

Since both Ruby and Conrad are facing forward with the padding off to the side, her voice is bouncing off the wall behind him and hitting his mic again a split second later. That would be making the audio sound muddy and hollow. Having the foam off to the side like that is like putting a bandage next to your cut and wondering why you’re still bleeding.

Right now, the foam is just there for vibes. Bad vibes.

And who told this man to record in a glass box? Glass is terrible for audio. Everything bounces. Nothing gets absorbed. It turns your voice into a pinball machine. You could have a thousand-dollar mic and it would still sound like you’re talking inside a fishbowl. Plus, that room looks like it’s in the middle of an office space? Why, Conrad, you amoeba-brained sycophant, would you record anything there ever?? The background noise alone would be hell on Earth to try to edit out.

Pop filter and foam windscreen (mic cover)??? Both are designed to reduce plosive sounds—like "p" and "b"—by dispersing the air before it hits the microphone diaphragm. While it’s not wrong to use both, it’s redundant unless you're outdoors or in a particularly plosive-heavy environment. Stacking them can even dull the audio a bit.

Your mic doesn’t need two hats. Calm down.

Not an audio note but a soft box light in the shot?? No. Just no. They should be behind the camera, pointing at you. Or at least off to the side, not pointing directly down the middle. And what really gets me? There are windows. Real, working windows with actual sunlight. And what did Conrad do? He covered them with that useless sound padding. So now it’s badly lit and echoey.

He blocked out free, natural light to keep in the bad sound.

"But what if the sun’s there right when he’s trying to record?" some might say. That’s why curtains exist. And the soft box would still be in a bad spot.

Also, his camera audio is peaking like crazy. Even if he's not using the camera mic for the final cut, it’s still useless to record it like this. You know that Xbox early Halo/COD mic sound? That’s what this would sound like.

This happens when the input gain is too high, causing the audio to clip. Basically, the mic can’t handle it and the sound gets distorted. Ideally, you want your audio levels to peak in the yellow zone, around -12 dB to -6 dB. Not constantly slamming into the red at 0 dB. That’s reserved for 13-year-old prepubescents cursing you out for ruining their kill streak. And that’s it.

On top of that, both the left and right channels on the camera audio look identical, meaning the audio’s been merged into a single mono track. Which isn’t wrong for speech, but it kills any sense of space or direction. For dynamic audio, especially in a two-person setup, you don’t want everything crammed into one lane. (OR they’re both just peaking at the same time continuously, even when they’re not talking, which means it’s picking up background noise at a level so loud it’s pushing the mic into clipping.)

And to make things worse, the little "LIVE" tag in the bottom corner implies this is a livestream. But there doesn’t seem to be any livestream software open on his laptop, so I’m assuming there’s either a second offscreen computer handling the stream, or it’s hooked up to broadcast natively.

Either way, unless those mics are also connected to the camera or that other computer, that peaky, crunchy camera audio is what people are actually hearing.

Finally... it really helps if you hit the record button. He’s just playing back audio. I think that’s more of a “show” thing, but still.

(look I got a fancy degree in this stuff and I have to use it somehow)

[onelittlespiral]

FML: Break

It had only been a few weeks, but already I was over this. Three weeks to crush a dream. Honestly, the burnout had been bad but I thought summer would help. I would have more time to myself. Relax. Reset. But as the first deadlines started breathing down my neck, I was this close to snapping.

The longer I stared, the more I couldn’t take it. I needed a break. Something to take my mind off things. Even if just for a few days. I needed Hypnodope.

I first came across their ads freshman year, and I dared my roommate to take the plunge. Their website had a few options, so I popped on a random one, and input one hour, the lowest it went. I just expect it to be a one hour loop of weird mumbling and graphics that we would turn off after a minute or two. But I watched in awe as in a few short minutes, a tan started creeping from his finger tips down his arms. He didn’t react then, nor when hair turned a dirty gold and his body hair vanished. But he certainly did as muscle began pumping into his thin frame, moaning as each pulse stretched his now golden skin taut to his muscular frame. He began to hump at the air as he ripped through his clothes, giving me a full view of his rod between his legs, though it was quickly covered by his thick fingers as he began jacking off to the video. By the time he finally came, my roommate was no longer sitting in front of me. Instead, a horny, golden boy was eying me up and down, as he assessed whether or not I was worthy to suck his perfect cock.

He put in the work for that hour, no position off limits, no taste of his too bold as I submitted to him. But just after our second round, he trembled as his skin lost its hue. His muscles were sucked back into his frame, and my new roommate was back, blushing in front of me, as he rushed to put on some clothes.

I hadn’t been back to the site since then, a little too self conscious to explore the power I possessed. But after a night in the library from dusk to dawn, with no end in sight, I knew it may be the only way to force myself into a break. With caution I pulled up the site and scrolled the options.

I knew I didn’t want anything too serious. Certainly not the extent that my roommate had. But I wanted something that would take the edge off. And I think I found the perfect one: “Fucking Feral, Bro”. The name was a bit much, but it had basically everything I wanted. More muscle, boosted stamina, lowered inhibition and capacity for concern. I figured a few hours would be enough to try it out and have a great night out. So, I laid down, turned on the video, and prepared to be relaxed.

Almost immediately my brain felt fuzzy, like the static that was showing was in my head. Then, an image came into focus. It was some muscled up guy, stripped down to his speedo, not a care in the world as he posed for the camera. He looked like he was having fun. I wonder where he’s going? Must be relaxing…

I stretched out on my bed to get comfortable. For some reason I was just so tight. So uptight too. I didn’t need to be so stressed. A pressure I didn’t know I was holding was releasing from my head. It was so relaxing as I just lay back and stared deeper and deeper at the spiral now on screen. I could be just like the guy on the screen. No.

Like. My. Broooooo.

My hand drifted down to my cock at full attention. I didn’t even pause as I felt the heat radiating from it. My had just began gliding up and down. It was insanely sensitive. I bit my lip to keep the moans from escaping. As I stroked up and down, I felt it pulsing in my hand, swelling from five inches to six, then seven, growing more sensitive with each stroke. My toes were curling in my shoes, but soon felt constrained. I looked down to see the cheap leather straining to hold them in. With one flex of my foot, my size 12 soles ripped clean through. Meanwhile, my legs were getting some love, calves shredding while my thighs swole with muscles and fat. They squeezed against my heavy balls, increasing the raw animalistic pleasure I was devolving into as thick pre dribbled from my thick mushroom-tip and coated my monster.

By the time I started to worry a bit, it was too late. It was becoming hard to focus on my body, even as my gut sucked in and pushed out a perfect 6-pack and pecs chiseled from muscle and fat hung heavy on my chest. I could only focus on the changes rippling down my arms because the pump in my forearms was keeping me jacking and my thick fingers and calloused palms were much easier to wrap around my needy cock. I tried to stop myself, to will myself to turn off the now strobing screen. But the sensation was too much, and I could no longer hold back moans that were quickly deepening.

A fog of hormones was fully engulfing my brain now, dimming any reservations I could muster about my heightened state. I was moaning in heat at this point, ready to bury my cock in just about anyone. The video was edging me now, pushing as much change as it could before it released me. Every muscle in my body flexed, getting one last pump in. But as the video gave its command to cum, one pump was all I needed to coat the wall. I was left hot and panting, but somehow relaxed and insanely horny. As I checked myself out, dude I was sooo much hotter.

I let my free hand trace my abs and grab at my meaty pecs. Playing with my nips was like a whole new level bro, sent me into overtime. I couldn’t stop imagining the holes I needed to split open with this monster, just as I couldn’t stop just flexing, feeling the power surging through my veins. It was almost impossible to pull my hands away, but I knew I needed to hit the bars and get a few drinks in me. Bro, what was old me thinking, setting this for only the night? He was always such a bore anyways. I threw on the tightest tee shirt I could find, and some grey sweatpants. Rocking the fuckboi special, I was on the prowl for some ass to plow.

The night wasn’t great. Naw, it was excellent. Climbing back into my dorm room, I was soaked in sweat and reeked of sweat, beer, and cum. I had lost track of how many men I’d made my bitch that night. I at least remembered ripping off my shirt before sliding into one in the alley outside. God, I was a fucking show dude. Should have seen the faces of some of the dudes, I don’t think they were expecting me to switch so easily from topping to bottoming. I was an animal, I was feral.

I was out of control.

I may have been fighting through that horny haze, but I knew one thing for certain. In just a few hours I would wake up in my bed and immediately worry. Worry about the night, the consequences, the danger. And I would never get to have that much fun again in my life. Bro, it was so damn boring being such a square. Someone had to make a decision.

I turned back to my laptop and began scrolling through options. I needed someone like me, someone who would make sure we had a good time. I needed someone to maintain this lifestyle for years. Maybe we could make some physique upgrades too. But above all, I needed someone who couldn’t ever find a way to set us back. And there it was, the perfect candidate. As I added more and more time, some stupid warnings tried to pop up, but I didn’t care. I was already hard at just the thought of the bro I was about to unleash. I hit play and braced for impact. I was going to be so fucking dumb, dude.

The effect was immediate. My eyes were blinded by a bright flash on screen as a dull ringing buzzed in my ears and rattled my head. The world around me felt heavy and slow. Every muscle was on edge, trembling beneath some unseen weight. The world was pushing in around me. I was frozen in a moment of pressure. But then, at the front of my brain bro, it was warm. And tingly. And soooo relaaaaxed. As it rippled through my head, I couldn’t help but relax my face, eyes half closed, tongue out, drool drip

Drip

Dripping.

With each drip, it felt easier to relax, easier to thaw. And as I let each IQ point drip slowly out of my brain, off my tongue, and roll down my chest, I felt the waves crashing down my body.

It started in my shoulders, rolling into mountains of muscle, absurd in size even against my muscular body. But quickly it moved deep in my chest, pushing out from deep within my pecs. The sensation was overwhelming as with each strained breath muscle and fat hung heavier from my frame. I could even feel it as my nips stretched, wide and hard as diamonds. My arms began to loosen and instinctively brought themselves to massage my fat muscle tits. But soon they had to pull away, locked in a double-bicep pose as they inflated to near absurd proportions. As I flexed my forearms in and out, I felt the resistance growing as my biceps rolled back and forth. I was starting to truly feel hot and sweaty as the waves of muscles continued to ripple downward.

I could feel the heat as it started targeting my lower half. No longer toned muscle, it felt heavy against the bed even as I sat there. It throbbed as nearly any remaining fat on my body channeled into my ass, leaving it straining against the seams of my shorts. They were growing bigger by the minute. Though my cock and balls were certainly trying their best to compete. As my pouch was slowly becoming overstimulated by the pressure in their tight quarters, my cock was snaking down my leg to find space. I was ineptly pawing at my zipper, trying to find some release. But the final blow came as my thighs pushed out. The legs were busting through seams as I finally gave up and ripped through the remaining fabric, fervently stroking my heavy cock. Then it too started to drip…

Drip…

Drip.

As my cock began oozing, I felt like brain was slowly melting down. My thoughts felt heavy. I knew that the video was giving me commands, but I couldn’t even try to process them. I could only feel them slip deep in my brain bruh. I could feel him in there. Some version of me trying to keep it together. But he was getting real confused. And really horny. Heh, he was becoming just like the rest of me. Wasn’t it easier to just let my muscles talk? Wasn’t it easier to just feel out what to do? Wasn’t it easier to just give in and… and… be… duhhhh-

Can’t think. Gotta release. My balls are aching dude. I can’t hold onto these brains any more. I need it… I need… au… AUH… AUGHHHH

As the last of my brains shot out of me, I was left in a state of absolute happiness. No thoughts. No worries. Just heat and muscle.

I was perfect bro. The world came into focus as I sat up. I didn’t even realize my tongue was still hanging out.

It was a beautiful day outside, bruh. I just needed to find a hole to start it off with.

[jinuaei]

jacking off must be impossible if your crush is soundwave. constantly worried that he might notice your doing it at the moment. especially because your perverted self keeps imagining weird highly detailed faces of your communication officer! it's alright, you're probably just being too paranoid. sure he can read people's mind but there is no way he'd zeroing in on you when you're stroking your shit.

but oh little do you know... he's literally the reason why. given the chance, soundwave might just indulge and do something while you do it. wink wonk

anyways runs and explodes your blog is a blessing, ive been hungry for yandere transformers stuff for so long 🗣️

Accidental (knowing Soundwave, it's probably not an accident) voyeurism through telepathy and his cameras would go hard!!!! I think this is also considered mutual masturbation?

Warning: MDNI

Imagine finally having private time after a whole day of those fantasies and though those thoughts are now weirdly quiet, you still couldn't help but let out all those pent up energy in your private quarters. Somehow, you find that your fantasies aren't as detailed as when you are in public. While the current images you conjure up are quite good, it lacks the clearness and hotness that it usually has.

Well yeah it's embarrassing to be doing this since you know... that's your boss kind of but you've been soooo pent up and decency went out the window the moment you laid down on your berth.

That's how Soundwave finds out you are playing with yourself, your frustrated thoughts echoing through his mind. He understands it's creepy that he has a direct line to your mind but... nobody has to know.

He almost destroys his console by gripping on it for dear life when he finds out you are coming up with your own fantasies on your own, without his input. He could feel his panel threatening to bust open when he realized you are now actively thinking about him. Him!

Another clink of his spike against his panel was a sign to let all the cassettes out of his office for his own private time. As soon as all of them left, he's rushing to open all the camera feeds he has in your room, even those that are not mandated. He has all sorts of angles, but his favourite ones are the top down view of you, and the one where your hips are facing him.

He is so quick to open his panels and expose his spike and valve to the cold air once the feed focuses on you touching yourself. Still, he can hear your frustration at how lacking your imagination is. He takes that as a sign to hijack your thoughts and project his own fantasies to mix with yours. Soundwave could visibly see you sigh in relief as soon as his thoughts mingle with yours.

Both of your minds battle for dominance as you try to steer your fantasy in one direction but Soundwave has other plans. But that plan went out the window as you growled in horny anger when the images didn't go in the direction you wanted. It took Soundwave a short while to follow through with what you want but he let himself be dragged by you and he can't lie, he quite likes it when you take control.

He doubled over his console when your fake? self pushed him down and settled on top of his faceplate. He drools behind his mask when he realizes what you wanted him to do, and in record time he was on you, licking and sucking your genitals. His spike catches the edge of the console as he grinds himself on it, desperate for friction as he keeps his glossa and intake on you. It took you yanking his helm off to realize that you already came and is now twitching in overstimulation, he whimpers when he couldn’t feel you on his intake anymore. But that whimper turned into a gasp when you moved down to his leaky spike. 

He finally kneels when he feels himself enter you, his servo’s working overtime when you bounce on top of him, trying to time his strokes to your movement. Warning signs pop up in front of him about overheating and possible shutdown but he immediately closes it to look up at the camera feed to you entering yourself over and over with your back arched. 

His optics rolls back once he could feel himself on the brink of overload and your hole twitching and he begs to himself and Primus that he could delay his overload until you do so you both could climax at the same time. It’s impossible not to whimper when he sees you move faster and faster while he tries so hard not to spill himself as he strokes as fast as you are. His prayers are finally answered when he hears you moan loudly, and that was enough for him to overload right then and there, shutting down as the pleasure took over him.

The next thing he knows as his optics are booted up is him on his knees, cheek pressed against the console covered in his slobber, mask gone. His servos are slick with his lubricant but he ignores it to look at the screen in front of him. You are now asleep, satisfied by your release.

While he cleans up himself, he thinks about upping the visions so this would happen more often. 

[libraryofolive]

photos in a field

featuring: Sylus x Reader

word count: 544

genre: fluff

synopsis: Eloping with Sylus! Inspired by his new event card <33

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“Just one more!”

“These are our wedding photos, sweetie-”

“Exactly, so let me take some photos of my handsome groom with his flower crown!” You protest, small digital camera in hand. He had offered to hire a professional photographer, to buy you a camera that they would use - but no, you had refused. It’s more personal, you had reasoned. He couldn’t disagree. After all, when the topic of your nuptials was discussed, the conversation had gone… differently, to what you had expected.

Most would think, when discussing the wedding of the great leader of Onychinus, of one of the richest men in all of the deepspace, the adjectives that would crop up would be ‘grand, ornate’ and, of course, ‘expensive.’ But when you had asked your then fiancé for his input for the upcoming ceremony, he had only one adjective to offer.

‘Intimate.’

And here you were. In a field full of blooming flowers of every colour you could possibly imagine. You in a white dress, save for the crown of flowers resting on your head. Well, that was currently resting on your now husband’s head. The ceremony had been family only - you, him, and the two young adults that definitely weren’t sons to him acting as your witnesses. But Luke and Kieran had been ushered away once the ceremony was finished, and your wedding breakfast - wedding picnic - was sat waiting for you both in a wicker basket on a plaid picnic blanket.

You were taking photo after photo of Sylus, of the genuine smile that only seemed to grace his features when he was around your family. He was having none of it, though.

“Sweetie, give me the camera.” He gently demanded, holding a hand out, “your beauty should be recorded, too.”

You sigh, handing the small camera over. “Come here, kitten.” He beckons you over, smiling softly. He positions you in front of him, your back to his chest - or it would be, if he didn’t have to lean down to rest his chin on your shoulder. He holds the camera out, lens facing the two of you, and begins to take photos.

When looking back at the photos later, you with your head in his lap, tummies full after an expertly assembled picnic, you could see the progression of your thoughts through them, like the cliché photobooth scenes you see in those romance films Sylus pretends to hate.

The both of you looking at the camera. Sylus looking at you, gaze full of affection. Sylus’ lips against your cheeks. You looking at Sylus, his love reflected in your eyes, too. The both of you, lips pressed together.

Years later, the two of you stand admiring the photos you took on that happy day. His chest to your back - or it would be, if he didn’t have to lean down to rest his chin on your shoulder, as it was then, as it always had been, as it always would be.

“If only our whole heads were in frame.” You giggle. “And you hadn’t cut our foreheads in half.

“A man can’t be good at everything, kitten.” Sylus responds, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “No matter how perfect your husband seems.”

[melanchoire]

hey bae, i spent all day thinking about Chaewon in that damn tight dress in le sserafim fan meeting AAHGAJGEJGARJHAR 😭😭😭😭 could you do her coming home late at night and seeing reader being so sad laying in the couch so to light up her girlfriend she would give a dry humping to softdom gp! reader till the edge?

i think anon was talking about THIS chaewon

chaewon being a complete tease by wearing that dress because she knows she looks amazing in it 😩 of course anyone would be more than confident in wearing a piece of clothing they love and simultaneously looking completely hot in it, but she was more than making the most of the situation… qnd it was noticeable! she was practically seducing the cameras, acting pretty in front of them and the fans, seeming to flirt with everyone

arriving home after the first week of promotions for her group’s new album, chaewon was more than happy! although she was somewhat exhausted because the day had been long and was aware that the next few days would be hectic in terms of promotions and agendas, she loved her job and being able to interact with her fans was something she appreciated so much

but noticing that you're on the couch in the living room, looking at her with big eyes and begging her with your eyes to join you on the couch :( chaewon doesn’t need words to understand that you missed her a lot and you’re a little sad because when her promotions start it means she will be away from home or very little time with you for long weeks or even months, something that hit you with the force of a truck because she used to spend a large part of the day away from home and you missed her too much 💔

so chaewon opts to join you on the couch, climbing into your lap and greeting you sweetly as she plants a kiss on your lips, massaging your shoulders and talking to you casually as if it wasn’t that her ass was positioned on your lap in a way that your cock was pressing against it 😇

also chaewon pretending to be completely oblivious to the way the dress rides up her thighs as she sits on you, arranging the fabric over her shoulders and cleavage, pretending not to notice how your eyes were on her the whole time because yes! she was trying to drive you crazy on purpose 😊 early in the morning before leaving home to start group promotions for her recent comeback, she let you know that she would be leaving and coming back late. since it was too early, you were still a bit sleepy and had trouble opening your eyes, but when you saw her standing in the doorway in that dress, waiting for your answer, your eyes opened at the speed of light 🥰

until chaewon catches your attention and moves on your lap, this time it was a more honest action, but you were becoming so vulnerable that you couldn’t help but moan when she accidentally ground herself against your cock 😥 so she has to take this to her advantage 💕

dry humping with chaewon 😵‍💫 she was loving holding your face in her hands, kissing you and smiling against your lips every time you whimpered against her mouth, all thanks to her grinding her clothed pussy against your hard cock against your pants 🫠 she doesn’t even seem to mind when you unconsciously bring your hands to her hips to try to ”guide” her when your input here was in vain because she was the one doing all the work here

and if you let me tell you, chaewon was also starting to feel needy 🙌🏻 she might love teasing and provoking you like this, but little by little she was matching your level of need

ALTHOUGH she loves to boss you around and order you around, so this means she would use all her willpower to be strong and fight to maintain a tough image in front of you, all this just so he can keep making fun of you while she continues to grind against you

until you cum in your pants 😭 chaewon noticing it by the way your hips contracted beneath her, going from moving up to meet her hips to pressing down against the mattress and stuttering a little… of course she makes fun of you for that too 😥 grinning amusedly when you’re quick to try to cover your blushing face with your hands, grabbing your wrists and making you take your palms off your face because she wants to see the messed up state you’re in

but she’s not all bad! when she gets up from your lap and starts hiking your dress over her hips, you know it’d your cue to take off your pants because you’re more than guaranteed a good ride tonight

[hughes86-43]

“Husband” | L.Hughes

summary- based off the tiktok trend, you call your boyfriend “husband” and see his reaction

warnings - none, but small section about gaining weight from food! maybe a bit all over the place!

You are cleaning the counter off in the kitchen when you hear the front door open. Luke calls from down the hallway, taking his shoes off at the door, “Babe? I’m home.”

“In the kitchen!” You holler back to him.

“Okay, I’m going to take my stuff into the bedroom and then I’ll be in there in a minute.” As soon as you hear him head to your shared bedroom, you get your phone ready to set it up on the counter as now is a good time to do the prank.

You had seen earlier on TikTok this trend where you call your boyfriend “husband” to get his reaction. You thought the trend was hilarious when you saw it and you instantly had the idea to do it on Luke. The idea was is that you were going to tell him you were making a TikTok discussing your favorite foods from Trader Joe’s.

He walks into the kitchen, and quickly places a kiss to your cheek, “Hey, love. Did you go to the store today?” He moves to the refrigerator to get a water out.

“Yeah, just got some of the usual stuff,” You say as you mess with the kitchen towel on the counter, “I’m about to do a favorites video on TikTok about my favorite stuff from Trader Joe’s, do you want to be a part of it? You can just stay behind me, and if you want, give some input on the things you like.”

Knowing he could never really say no to you, he says, “Yeah, I’ll be a part of it. You bought those good chocolate muffins so I’m definitely speak my input on those since last week I ate two in a day.” You laugh at that and remember how he complained about it the whole next day saying he was definitely gaining weight and never eating them again (although he went back the next day and ate another).

“Okay, I have it all set up so I’ll start it.”

Pressing the record button after making sure you’re both in frame, you say, “Today I’m going to be going over my favorite items to get from Trader Joe’s! Starting with my husband Luke’s favorite item to get!” You look at him behind you in the camera, he’s just drinking his water with a huge smirk on his lips, but he doesn’t say anything about what you called him.

He comes up to stand beside you and says, “Husband, huh? Anyway, these chocolate muffins are really simple, but they are my favorite from there, I make sure she gets them every time. However, I will say that they get addictive and you’ll eat like two in one day, but it’s worth it!” After giving his opinion on them, he goes back to standing behind you in the frame as you continue to talk about more items.

“Now this next one my husband and I always have to have and they are the chocolate croissants! If you haven’t noticed, we love chocolate here. These take a bit to prep but they’re good,” You show the camera the box of croissants and move on to a coffee creamer, “My husband also loves this coffee creamer and I love it too, but I much prefer this brown sugar one.” Luke still hasn’t said anything about you calling him “husband”, but he just continues to drink his water with a huge grin on his face every time you say it.

Once you go through all the items, you say at the end, “Me and my husband go there pretty regularly to shop, we hope you guys like this video!” After you hit the button to stop recording, you wait on Luke to say something.

When you’re about to turn around to put the stuff up, he says, “I think I definitely got the hint that you want me to be your husband, as you said it about ten times!” He moves from leaning against the counter to go throw his water bottle away while laughing.

“I just had to make sure everyone knew that you are my husband!” You say shrugging your shoulders, trying to hold in your own laugh.

“Hmm I didn’t mind you calling me that, but we aren’t even married yet! Everybody’s going to be thinking that they missed out on our wedding or that we didn’t invite them!” He comes back around the counter to help put the groceries away with you.

“So? Let them think what they want,” You say acting like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Babe! We can’t post that, everybody is going to be so mad! Everybody will think that we don’t like them, we didn’t want them to be apart of our big day! I’ve told so many people that if I ever get married that they’d be a part of my groomsmen party…,” He continues to babble on and on about how everyone will be hurt, but you can’t help to let out your laugh that you’ve been trying to hold. “What’s so funny? Everybody’s gonna be mad at us!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! It was a prank, it was just a joke,” You say trying to calm down for a second. “I saw on TikTok how you film your boyfriend’s reaction to being called husband so I had to give it a try. Although, I thought you’d be concerned about me calling you husband more than being concerned everyone will be mad at us for not telling them.”

“Well, I didn’t want anyone to think that we didn’t like them,” He says looking at you like you lost your mind since you’re still laughing. “I should’ve known it was a joke as you kept calling me it over and over.” He now starts to laugh about it.

Going over to him, you lift your arms around his neck. “What can I say, I think I executed that pretty well, don’t ya think?”

“Hmm, maybe,” he says with a wink. “Although I did really love hearing you call me your husband.” He pulls you into a hug.

Humming you smile up at him, “Did you now? Huh, I think I did too.” You pull away from him and go back to putting the groceries up.

“Sooner or later, it may come true.”

Turning your head to what he just said, you joke, “Oh really now? And I’m just gonna have to wait now?”

He turns to start walking out of the kitchen to the living room, looking over his shoulder, “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see, wife,” he says with a wink and a smirk.

[caraudioexpertaustralia0]

Wireless CarPlay 9-Inch Headunit for KIA K3/RIO 2015

Headunit With Carplay For KIA K3/ RIO LOW | 2015 | 9INCH

[weirdrtvscomments]

in case anyone is struggling with deciding who they want to vote for in the RTVStan/RTVS Nation/RTVSia/RTVS Topia/RTVS Topia-Ville presidential election, i have compiled a list:

Log

Representing the Ethernet Party: “A people with 5 ping to the main server is a people that prospers.”

Will change the name to RTVS Nation

Comic books are a part of the platform

Everybody gets a free moat

Eyes that are twice as big for everyone that wants them

Offload cost to Wifi users

Working on a battery charged snack

Hypnotist is a protected class

Robloxia war veteran

Defenses are proven

Will take your ants and import more

Endorsed by: Soulja Boy, Ken Masters, Stitch 

Signature move when President: Snake Trick (no weaknesses)

Punishment for other candidates: Follow him out & about like an RPG party

Mike

Representing the Sweets & Treats Party: “I was just outside eating a sandwich.”

Orange creamsicles will be available in every store

Free Steam Deck for every American citizen

Will lower tariffs and imports on all types of sweets and treats from Canada, while raising tariffs on everything else

Most important snack is Wasabi Peas

Not very good against zoners

Why are ants so bad?

Endorsed by: 2 (anonymous), Trap Snax

Signature gimmick when President: Whenever he eats a yummy piece of candy he gets an install, which gets its own theme

Special move when President: A cool punch like Marissa from Street Fighter 6

Punishment for other candidates: Have to reach into a bin of Bean Boozled that's 90% gross ones and eat it in public in front of cameras and the press. After, push into the alligator moat. Also, Mira’s idea

Mira

Representing the Drinks & Eats party: “I was rooting around in a dumpster out back.”

Will change the name to RTVSia

One of every food and drink, free of charge

Will develop a chemical compound called “Ketracel White,” will genetically engineer ants to be dependent on it 

Endorsed by: IceFrog, Yoshi, Yoshi (from Mario), baby Yoshi (might be one and the same), Chun Lee

Signature move(s) when President: Level up system (up to 3), if she gets knocked down she loses a charge of it, gets it when she does some power up move (or something), negative edge inputs (landmine, fireball, that one thing Bison does in Street Fighter 5), install where she gets a command grab, 8-way air dash, guard impact, levels reset between rounds, invincible super (can do it on wakeup)

Punishment for other candidates: Detractors rounded up and taken into woods where they are given a knife, camera, and laptop to make a Youtube channel of them living in the woods (Ethernet in the trees)

Trog

Representing the People’s Choice Freedom Integrity Liberty Justice Prosperity Sovereign Citizen’s Ethical Governance Democratic Renewal Global Sustainability Citizens for Unity (may be part of the Lego Star Wars Party): “We’re all part of God’s nation in my eyes.”

All breakfast restaurants have to be open for lunch & dinner in addition to breakfast

THEY HAVE TO GIVE YOU A LARGE WATER WHEN YOU ASK FOR IT

Desegregate PornHub and GayTube

Everybody gets a free castle

Immediately cease all snack exports 

Will start war with Canada

Will mail a bomb if you want him to

Will double your ants and give them to the next guy OR will turn them all into 1 big ant

New category on PornHub for ants

Will build death robots and a spaceship

Will be inventing gorgons, griffins, vampires, Frankenstiens, zombies, mummies, insects, gorgon ants (small)

Endorsed by: The Sims, Captain Video, Half Life 2: Lost Coast (demo), Tobuscus

Super move when President: 1 Sphinx on every tile surrounding, +1 food, +1 culture (if next to a river, +2 food, +2 culture instead)

Theme song: Steppin’ Out by Joe Jackson

Punishment for other candidates: All other candidates have to do an embarrassing pose and gaze into Medusa’s eyes, which will turn them into stone. The statues will be put in front of the White House, where during a nation-wide celebration they will be knocked down with a wrecking ball/individually destroyed with dirty bombs

Wayneradiotv/Wayne John 

Representing the California Milk Processors Board: “Enjoy DOGh.”

Every gallon of milk will have $2,000 in it

Free PornHub premium

Any dairy product you want whenever you want it

Will attract more ants

Will rename it to Milk Nation

Pig milk Iron Fist

Endorsed by: Britney Spears, Beyonce, Rhianna, Serena Williams, Venus Williams, Shaquille O’Neal, Harrison Ford (all branded with Permanent Milk Mustache & committed their eternal lives), Batman, Mario, Spongebob

Signature move when President: Cow army that walks on their hind legs and shoot milk as projectiles

Punishment for other candidates: Mulched into feed for his cows

Things you need to rememer for the ONLY ELECTION THAT MATTERS!!!!

[jpitha]

Painfully Bright

The humans tend to go… a little overboard when designing things, this is known, and the rest of the Coalition understands. Years of interaction and experience has taught most of the Coalition that sometimes… you just let them get it out of their system. 

This time, I wasn’t so sure though. 

I swear to the voice of my ancestors I don’t know why they insist that we… witness their next wild development. It’s like they have a burning desire to show the Coalition what they built. It’s like their latest toy doesn’t exist until they show it off. 

This time, we were all ferried into one of their smaller - though still gigantic by our standards - frigates and brought to - literally - the middle of interstellar space. By the fur of my children, I am not lying! When we Flipped, we came back into what I could only describe is an… arena, hundreds of kilometers across. They had built massive gantries and hung lights off of them, the shadows cast by the lights were talon sharp. I have no idea how they were able to build lights that bright. Honestly, I think that my administration would be more interested in those lights instead of… whatever is on the platform in the center. I’ll ask after the demonstration. 

With unaided visio, the platform was a simple black speck. Helpfully, the screens in the observation room were connected to telescopes, and a high resolution image was projected next to the real-time view. Additionally, our pads were tied into the camera feed so that we could all change what scopes we were watching, if we wanted to see a detail that the main camera wasn’t showing. It was all very professional and set up to make sure we could all see and observe. 

More Coalition members filed in after me, having spent more time at the refreshment tables than I. The humans did their best, and some members found their cuisine quite intriguing, but I for one could not stand it. Too loud, too flavorful, too… much like them. I had a water bulb, and got a good seat while everyone else stuffed their inputs. As they came in and found seats, I had noticed that some humans, and even a few other Coalition members walked quietly in behind the guests and took up positions around the room. They were all wearing a sharply tailored uniform, black, with a white undershirt peeking out behind an open lapel. The humans had a name for this outfit, I remember them saying it. Ugh, I can’t remember. 

A few more minutes were spent waiting, and then a human walked to the front of the room and addressed the gathering; “Friends, Sapients, thank you for attending our demonstration. We here at StrossCo are incredibly excited to demonstrate our new power reactor. We are convinced that this wholly new design which is smaller, more powerful, and yet has the same operating costs will enable everyone in the Coalition to more easily power their ships, stations, and anything else that requires power. I wish to apologize that the demonstration reactor is so far away, but unfortunately HIDA regulations-” I noticed his eyes flick over to one of the people stationed around the room, and then nearly as quickly back to the audience, “-require it. Rest assured, it is perfectly safe, and will pose no danger to anyone when in regular operation. Now, if you please-” He gestured dramatically, and with a clunk and a noise like something spinning down, the lights went out. The screens went dead, and even the ever-present thrum of the environmental systems ceased. I felt light in my seat, and noticed my water bulb drifting slowly. All the power was off.

There were mumbles and murmurs of conversation as realization set in, and then, almost as quickly as the power went off, it returned. First gravity, then environmental, then lights and finally cameras and screens. Everything was back on, and the human in front was grinning wickedly. “Now, everything here - this frigate, the lights in the arena, all beacons, sensors, sentries and ships - everything - is being powered by our new reactor.”

What was previously a murmur of conversation rose in intensity when realization set in. If they were not lying - and they had no reason to lie - their singular reactor was powering more than nearly a dozen Coalition reactors. The power output was positively titanic. I could see notes being quickly written, and some others were muttering things into comms and dicts. Everyone was interested in this. I looked at the large screen, and noticed that the magnified view was gone. We could only see the small speck of the platform. I attempted to call up the magnified view on my pad, and could not access it. I stood and ruffled my feathers. “Pardon me. I notice that the magnified view of the reactor has been turned off. May we please get a close up view of the reactor in action?”

The StrossCo rep looked at me, and then I saw his eyes flick back to one of the suited humans. I didn’t see their reaction, but I could tell the rep was disappointed. “Er, no, I’m sorry. It seems to be… technical difficulties. Our tech teams are working now to get everything back up as quickly as possible.”

That couldn’t be right. Something felt off. I made my way past other members taking notes and making calls, and walked up to the screen. I got as close as I could and tried to get a better view. “Is there a physical viewport here? As you are aware, Innari have excellent vision. I would like to look at the reactor with my own eyes.”

“Uh, I’m afraid that is quite impossible right now; as you are aware -er, Sapient, human frigates have very few physical windows as they are a deliberate hole in the hull and are a structural weakness and-” 

His rambling defence of not letting us see the reactor was cut off by the lights beginning to grow painfully bright. At the edge of my vision, I could see strobing. The environmental fans increased from a gentle movement of the air to a stiff breeze. Fortunately, the gravity remained the same. I looked up at the rep and all the color had drained from his face. “Pardon me” he said, absently and then ran out of the room. Not willing to give up learning what was going on, I followed. 

He ran past the reception hall, towards a control room deeper in the ship. As we entered, it was a frantic commotion of movement and noise. One of the suited humans at the door noticed me, and raised an eyebrow, questioning, but said nothing. 

“It’s overspeeding again! I told you it wasn’t ready to demo.” A human sitting at a station said to the rep as he walked in.

“Shut it down. Nobody has seen the reactor yet, we can switch back to shipboard power and Flipwarp everyone out of here before they see.” The rep had placed his hand on the back of the human’s chair and was peering over his shoulder at the screen. I couldn’t read the text, but I knew the humans used red to delineate problems, and the screens had a lot of red.

“What about the bird?” Another human looked over their shoulder at me and inclined their head. “They’re going to see the whole thing.”

“Don’t call them birds, you took the HR class same as me” the rep said, as he ran over to another station and pressed a few buttons. “He’s an Innari and one of the Coalition observers and we can have him sign an NDA. He wanted to see what the reactor looked like anyway.”  He stood and looked at me. “You’re going to sign an NDA when this is all over.” It was not a question. I nodded - a human gesture.

“Can I see the reactor now?”

One of the black suited humans stepped into the room, the one that was by the door when the demonstration was going on I think. She exuded this… authority. She wasn’t dressed any differently than the other suited humans, but at her entrance, everyone calmed down, became more subdued. “Show him. He’s already agreed to sign the NDA.”

“But, the frame-dragging-effect will be-” the Rep’s protestations were weak.

“Show. Him.” 

Without another word, he pressed a few more buttons on the panels, and a large screen in front of everyone lit up. It was the same view of the platform as before, but this one was magnified and much clearer than the ones we had in the demonstration hall. 

Something was wrong with the reactor. I looked wrong. When I looked past it the gantry in view, the lights, the interstellar stars behind it were… spiraling. Everything directly behind the reactor from our vantage point was gently spiraling. Without a word, I looked at the woman who had ordered me to see it.

“It’s frame-dragging.” She said, with a sigh. “Again.” She looked down at me, and noticed my confusion. She must have some training with Innari body language. “Some of the components in the reactor are spinning relativistically, which is causing the local space-time fabric to… spin.”

“Is it spinning, or are we?” I said, confused.

“Yes.” She said and sighed again. “They can't stop it if it’s already frame dragging, it’s going too fast. The pseudomass is too high. We either have to disconnect it and hope it spins down or…” she trailed off.

“Or what?”

“Or everyone finds out why we ordered this demonstration to be done two parsecs from any inhabited world.”

Well, that explained that at least. I looked back at the woman who seemed to be in charge. “So, why don’t we just Flipwarp away?”

“Yes, Allan, why don’t we just Flipwarp away?” She said pointedly, while looking at the Rep. 

“The investment at this point is in the kilotrillion Stars, we can’t just abandon-” he started, but then there was a flash of binding light from the reactor and I had thought it had detonated, but it… just… stayed.

“Oh, goody.” The human in charge said, flatly. “It’s started to accrete matter. Didn’t this happen the last time you ran a test Allan, and didn’t HIDA say that it was not to happen again?”

“Administrator McKay please, if we could only-” the human apparently named Allan said before he was cut off.

“No. This demonstration has finished. I am declaring an emergency, HIDA is now in charge.” Administrator McKay clicked a com on her wrist. “Captain, you will Flash us away right now. Best speed please.” There was a crackle of static and a small voice said something I couldn’t hear. “What do you mean, you can’t switch back to internal reactors?” More static and crackled voices. “No, that doesn’t make sense, the connections to-” before she could finish, there was a lurch, and I could feel the gravity begin to swing wildly, trying to compensate for the motion, but moving just an instant behind so it felt like I was being pulled in multiple directions. 

“Administrator! The pseudomass has transitioned to physical mass! We are being pulled by the reactor’s gravity. Stationkeeping reports that the thrusters are being overwhelmed. If we don’t Flash soon, we won’t be able to.”

“Damn you, Allan.” She said, snarling, “If we survive this StrossCo will go back to being an indie publisher, I will personally ensure it.” She looked down at me. “Innari! You’ve been deputized. Come with me.” Without checking to see if I was following she took off down the hall.

I followed, what else could I do? Her long strides made her deceptively fast, but she never fell out of sight, and we reached a room deep within the ship. On either side of the bulkhead were two armed and armored guards. When Administrator McKay came into view, they saluted sharply. 

She returned the salute quickly and said “We need to disconnect the umbilical to StrossCo’s test reactor so we can flash home on ours.”

“Right away Administrator,” and the guard on the right palmed a pad next to the door. There was a chirp and a green light, and the door slid open.

I’m an administrator, I’m not a reactor technician, a commander, or even an engineer. I talk to people, make deals. What I mean to explain is that I have no idea what a reactor hall - let alone a human reactor hall is supposed to look like. 

I’m pretty sure it wasn’t supposed to look like this, however. 

The room was painfully bright with sharp, stark shadows being cast by what I can only describe as a cable, stretched taut running down the middle of the hall. People wearing white suits with smoked helmets were running around the hall, trying to control something. I covered my eyes with my feathered hand, trying to not be dazzled, when Administrator McKay handed me a pair of goggles. Curiously, they were for Innari bodyplans. I wondered why she had those. Regardless, I put them on, and found that they were able to block the worst of the light from the cable while still enabling me to see. “Come along Inn-” She stopped. “What is your name? It feels rude to just call you ‘Innari.”

I couldn’t help myself. Even during an emergency, introductions must be done right. I stood up a little straighter and said “In the common parlance, I am called Howling Wind, though that is not my given name.”

“Nice to meet you, Howling Wind, I am Administrator Tiff McKay. Now that introductions are out of the way, I need you to go over to that panel, next to the cable.” She pressed a comm button into my hand, and almost reflexively, I clipped it to some feathers near my auditory input. Before I could ask why, she had taken off at a dead run towards the other end of the hall.

“Howling Wind, are you in position?” She asked a moment later. 

I had made my way to the panel she indicated. I was much closer to the cable than I preferred to be. It’s not that it was… hot, but it almost radiated something beyond heat. It radiated the impression of heat. That would be fine right? Probably. Innari aren’t as susceptible to ionizing radiation as humans are, but this wasn’t radioactive, I thought. “I am at the panel Administrator McKay.”

“Good. While looking at the panel, there are a series of three buttons along the top right corner. They’re normally red and blue but with your goggles and the light from the cable that is probably washed out. Press them one time only moving from left to right.”

I pressed the buttons, and there was a click below me

“A panel will have opened up. I’ll need you to duck into the panel and tell me when you are in position.”

I looked in, and sure enough, an opening barely large enough for someone of my size had opened. I leaned in nearly all the way. “I am.. In the panel.”

“To your right is a lever. It has a trigger near the base. You must pull the trigger first and then push the lever. Do it now.”

“What will it-”

“Just do it Howl, there isn’t time.”

Mentally shrugging, and whispering a prayer to my Ancestors - may they watch over me and not laugh too much - I pulled the trigger, there was a detent and then I felt something like a spring release, and pushed the lever. 

It was very hard to push. I had to put my whole body into it, and at first it felt like I wasn’t doing anything. I braced my back against the top of the panel, and pushed as hard as I could. When I thought I couldn’t push anymore, there was a clunk and a whipping, metallic noise and I was plunged into darkness. I could hear shouting and boots thundering around me, then there was the prismatic flash of light that filled the reactor room for an instant that indicated that we had Flashed. 

I slowly slid myself out from under the panel, only to find Administrator McKay looming over me. She held out a hand, and I gladly took her help to get back on my talons. Sliding the goggles down from my face, I looked at her. “Just what… did we do?”

“We - er, you initiated a manual disconnect of the umbilical from the overspeeding reactor so that the frigate’s reactors could Flash us to safety. You saved everyone Howl.”

As she spoke, some of the reactor technicians took off their smoked goggles and took a look. I could feel their eyes staring at me.

I could only think of stupid things to say, so I just said it. “Why me?”

McKay laughed. “Just lucky I guess. There was a serious amount of ionizing radiation coming from the connector and I knew that Innari were much more resistant to radiation than humans, so I was able to get you to disconnect it. We’ll take you to med, but I think you’ll be fine. How are your hands?”

My hands? I looked down and… yes, some of the tiny feathers on my digits had turned gray, and were falling off, dead. It didn’t hurt though. Shouldn’t it hurt?

“Ah yes, some minor damage to your hands.” She said. “We’ll fix it up, don’t worry.”

“Why doesn’t it hurt?” I asked, dumfounded.

“It doesn’t hurt?” She seemed surprised. “I didn’t think Innari went into shock, so maybe the nerve endings were destroyed.” She patted my shoulder. “Regardless, you saved us all today Howl, thank you.” There were smiles and noises of thanks and congratulations coming from the reactor team, it was… odd.

“Everything happened so suddenly. I didn’t have time to question my reactions.” I said to her, as we walked down the hall towards med.

“Yes, that’s how emergencies go Howl. You did well. In fact-” She reached into her pocket and took out a small white card and placed it into the pocket of my sash. “When your hands are all healed, call me. We can always use people who can think on their feet.

[ludolka]

Here’s an Activity detected ficlet for you guys <3 (around 1250 wc with some minor Griangst)

Mumbo came home late that night, when he assumed Grian had already gone to bed. But once he got inside he saw him sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and staring at some tv show that was on with that vacant blank stare he sometimes got that never meant well

He decided he wanted to get into something more comfortable before tackling the issue with Grian, who didn’t even react when Mumbo came home. So with a sigh he took his shoes and coat off and headed to the bathroom to wash his hands. He felt defeated and already exhausted by the sight that waited for him there. The mirror above the sink was broken with bloody glass shards scattered around the sink and the floor. So Grian didn’t bother cleaning up after himself, but that was fine, that just meant he was doing worse than when he usually did this. After a quick look inside the cabinet Mumbo noted with relief that the gauze and bandages were missing, so Grian at least cleaned up and wrapped his hand, which was better than nothing

After a quick trip to his bedroom to change into some at home clothing, he went back to the living room and sat on the couch next to his flatmate. He wasn’t sure what kind of night this would end up as, whether Grian was in the mood for company or for solitude, for mindless chatter or for silence. So he let the other give him some kind of sign what was okay and what he currently needed

“Hey mate, I’m home”

After some minutes of silence Grian finally gave some sort of sign of life. He shuffled closer to Mumbo, rested his head against his shoulder and closed his eyes. They spent the rest of the night on that couch, cuddled up and in silence with only the television giving the room some light and background noise

-

Grian was already waiting outside for the group to pick him up and he quickly got into the passenger seat after Joel’s car stopped in front of his apartment complex. He was glad he usually wasn’t the main focus whenever they all met. He always got picked up last, meaning the others were already in the middle of a conversation by the time he joined, so he didn’t need to participate if he didn’t feel like it

Jimmy was in the middle of talking about the site they were touring that night, it was a bit farther away, so the car ride would take longer than usual. Grian closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the window, not really paying attention to Jimmy, letting every sound blur into background noise

He knew he was being more antisocial than he usually was, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He assumed the others wouldn’t notice him being in his own little bubble too much, they usually didn’t bother him when he got shut-in like this and just talked among themselves without asking for his input

What he didn’t notice was that Joel was quiet as well. He usually joked around with the others, poking holes into whatever plan Jimmy had come up with or quietly sang or hummed along to whatever song was on

After an hour of driving they finally arrived. As soon as he got out of the car, which was admittedly a bit later than the others, there was a hand on his shoulder that held him back from walking up to the building

“Jim, go ahead with Lizzie and Oli, we’ll stay back for a few minutes”

Joel’s voice was casual, but had that tone that let everyone know this was nonnegotiable. Jimmy looked like he wanted to protest before he noticed Joel’s other hand fishing for his cigarettes in his jacket pocket, which shut him up. He wasn’t too keen on standing around outside in the chilly night when they should get to filming as soon as possible if they wanted to get home by midnight

So the trio took off in the direction of the overgrown abandoned building, camera and flashlights in hand. Grian silently watched their forms growing smaller and disappearing in the building, taking the sound of their voices with them. He heard Joel’s lighter clicking and closed his eyes again, tipping his head back up at the sky

It must have been around 10 to 15 minutes before Grian somewhat came to his senses and realized Joel hadn’t said a single word since the others left. After looking over at him, had Grian noticed that he was already looking at him with a lit cigarette between his lips, which judging by the time passed must have been his second or third one

They stared at each other for a couple of seconds, Grian still had that vacant expression and Joel looked like he was studying him. Then Joel finally spoke

“You look more out of it tonight than you usually do, G”

“I’m just.. tired I guess. Long day at work”

Joel hummed in response, but it didn’t seem like he believed it. Not that Grian could blame him, his own voice sounded weak and fake to himself. Truth was that he called out of work that morning and spent the whole day on the couch, staring at the tv. Then Joel’s lips curled up into a mischievous smirk

“You think they’d notice if we didn’t follow them? I haven’t had dinner yet, we could hit up some nearby fast food place. Come on, back in the car, we gotta be fast and get back before they come out to make it believable that we totally went inside and filmed, we just happened to not run into them by some crazy coincidence”

Grian blinked at Joel as the other took one last drag from his cigarette before flicking it to the ground and walking over to the driver’s side. And that was the first time Grian’s expression changed in 24 hours, he faintly smiled as he opened the car door to get inside as well. He was grateful that Joel picked up this easily on his mood and was willing to slightly sabotage the video for his sake. For the promise of food as well, that day he only ate breakfast that Mumbo made for him and put in front of him before he went to work

He felt himself relax more and more as they were back on the road again, as Joel quietly hummed along to some chill playlist in the car, as Joel ordered for him at the drive through, as they sat and ate in the parking lot, as Joel just monologued about some podcast he was listening to instead of asking Grian what was wrong or bringing up his bandaged hand that he absolutely saw when Grian ate

By the time they were driving back to the site he was humming along to the songs

He smiled as he watched Jimmy and Joel argue hours later when the three came out again. Joel so convincingly swore they were inside as well, they went in 10 minutes after the others and just came out again like 20 minutes ago because they wrapped up their filming and got bored

He smiled at Joel again when he parked in front of his apartment complex, Grian being the first one dropped off as always

“Good night, Gri”

“You too. Get home safe”

And his voice sounded like his own again

[pshbites]

LOVE ON AiR 2. YAP CENTRAL EP.135: alpha male podcasts?!

WARNiNGS » pop culture references, profanity, errrm cant rlly think of anything else

3.6k words (IMSORRY), also it may be a bit confusing but its kind of written like an audio transcript! not all written parts will be like this only the podcast episodes! also this is NOT proofread so pls excuse any typos or grammar mistakes 😞😞

episode desc -  enjoy your stay today in yap central :D ! in todays episode we started off with a deep question about love and relationships and gave our inputs on that. after allll those deep talks we did a good ole blind ranking forms of ‘first dates’. following that up we mention alpha male podcasts and why they should be indefinitely wiped off the face of the earth. to wrap things up we discuss proper aux etiquette *COUGH* kat *COOUGHHH*. hope you had fun with us today and come back to visit yap central! 

*the set up is a big living room, there’s two couches, mics propped up. the room has a very calming aura, there’s fairy lights and blankets on the couches. as well as plushies and throw pillows. on the couch to the left, kat, riki, and you are seated, adjusting your seating positions to be comfortable. on the couch to the right, jungwon, giselle, and sunoo are seated. jungwon sits back down after standing and gets comfortable*

jungwon: okay the camera is on now 

sunoo: kat i can’t take your costume seriously 

*all laugh in unison, riki is pointing at her, laughing and even after everyone is done he still can’t stop.* 

yn: for audio listeners we’re dressed as mario kart characters and kat is.. 

kat: YOSHI *in yoshi voice* 

riki: *still laughing* it’s the tail man 

giselle: this might be the best theme we’ve had so far 

sunoo: no no the one where we switched clothes was funny 

*girls laugh at the memory, jungwon groans and rolls his eyes* 

jungwon: okay no the girls chose bad clothes on purpose that day 

riki: i think we were set up 

yn: i lost a beloved crop top that day 

jungwon: it was way too tight around my arms! 

giselle: that’s surprising considering you have noodle arms 

riki: false *makes buzzer sound with mouth* he actually has been going to the gym more often 

kat: what improvement won *claps* 

sunoo: oh my god did i tell you guys about the comments on my skin care video with jungwon 

yn: no? the one where you opened the PR package right?

kat: wait can you give me some of those? 

giselle: yeah same 

sunoo: of course, thank you dr jart by the way for the package! *he looks to the camera, giving a peace sign* 

jungwon: what the hell were the comments?

sunoo: no yeah basically some of them were like oh how cute, or just about the skincare then the others were saying me and jungwon were a cute couple. 

*riki moves the mic away to laugh at sunoo, you and jungwon gasp.* 

kat: honestly i was expecting ship edits of me and yn 

yn: SAME! 

giselle: that’s so cute you guys are official!

*riki continues to laugh while jungwon glares at giselle, then looks to the camera* 

jungwon: me and sunoo aren’t dating hate to break it to you all

sunoo: you aren’t even my type calm down 

riki: rejected in front of the whole world how do you feel jungwon? 

jungwon: anyways beep- 

giselle: wait before we sign in can we get a water break 

yn: yeah i have to go to the bathroom

jungwon: i literally told you guys to go before 

yn: would you want me to piss on your carpet 

giselle: how would twitter feel knowing you let your editor go thirsty

jungwon: *sighs* go hurry up 

*you and giselle walk out of the room, talking but mics cannot pick it up* 

kat: did you guys see the whole brooke schofield and clinton kane thing? 

sunoo: oh my god yeah.. that shit is crazy 

riki: what happened 

sunoo & kat: basically- oh no you go first 

jungwon: one of you say it 

*kat looks to sunoo, nodding for him to speak* 

sunoo: basically brooke, the co host on cancelled, dated this singer named clinton kane and he full blown LIED about every aspect of their relationship like he said his whole family died but they didn’t and he faked having an australian accent. 

riki: rip you can’t make your mom jokes

jungwon: *laughs* no but there’s no way 

kat: no yeah and she made like a tiktok series kind of exposing him and they’re just going back to back. 

riki: what does this dude look like 

sunoo: *snorts* look him up on tiktok. clinton kane 

*both riki and jungwon get out their phones, typing away. the two of them look at their phones then each other. jungwon and riki start laughing* 

kat: i know! like how did she date him *laughs* 

jungwon: brooke dated HIM? 

sunoo: YES! that’s what i’m saying 

jungwon: look at his teeth he probably has gingivitis 

kat: ugh his breath probably stinks all the time 

*you and giselle come back into the room, confused at the conversation at hand and taking your seats. riki stares at his phone confused then looks to everyone else* 

riki: wait he’s not a ginger 

yn: what? 

riki: his hair is brown idiot 

jungwon: wait what are you talking about 

sunoo: riki are you on the right account stupid 

riki: i literally am. you said he has gingivitis, he’s literally not ginger 

*giselle gasps and starts laughing, causing the others to laugh. riki laughs nervously* 

riki: what

giselle: gingivitis means the tar on your teeth, not being a ginger 

sunoo: oh my god *wiping his tears away, still laughing* 

*riki groans, making everyone laugh, once collected jungwon clears his throat, sitting up* 

yn: thank god we came back to that 

giselle: i know

riki: okay guys that’s enough it’s not that funny

sunoo: oh it is. 

jungwon: alright, can we sign in now? 

*jungwon looks to everyone and they nod, each getting comfortable in their spot* 

jungwon: beep beep! you’ve arrived in yap central im your co host for today, mario. 

riki: and i am your second host, luigi

jungwon: starting from the far left we have 

kat: yoshi *in yoshi voice, waving to the camera* 

yn: princess daisy! *you show your crown, smiling.* 

giselle: princess peach! *she gives the camera a peace sign.* 

sunoo: and i’m toad *he giggles at his hat, the top of the toad.*

yn: i think out of everyone’s i love kats costume 

*kat laughs, pulling her yoshi onesie hood over her head. making the others laugh and smile at her.* 

jungwon: she’s so lucky she’s in a onesie me and riki have these stupid ass gloves 

riki: i don’t know man it’s kinda sick 

sunoo: *taking a sip of his water* is it not uncomfortable 

giselle: it’s giving mickey mouse 

riki: it’s giving your mom 

sunoo: guys riki discovered your mom jokes today 

kat: well your mom has ligma 

sunoo: the fuck is ligma 

yn & kat: LIGMA BALLS!!!! 

*everyone bursts out laughing at the immature joke. sunoo does not look amused yet still laughs along*

jungwon: it’s the way i saw it coming too 

riki: i saw your mom coming 

yn: pause?? 

sunoo: oh that’s not 

giselle: boyfriend! i’m nervous! 

*you, kat and giselle all giggle at her little reference* 

riki: wait no- 

jungwon: dude my mom watches this 

riki: i’m sorry miss yang i didn’t mean it 

jungwon: SHES MARRIED. 

riki: okay then what do i call a married woman?!? 

kat: mrs, not ms. 

riki: see was that so hard. *riki looks to the camera, interview style.* i’m sorry mrs yang i promise i will never say anything like that again 

jungwon: yeah she doesn’t watch the pod man, but thanks for apologizing to all the mrs yangs out there! 

*you and kat hold back your laughs as you look at riki. riki then rolls his eyes and jungwon earning a smile from him and opens his phone to the questions he has pulled up.* 

riki: everyone ready for the first question?

*they all nod, shifting in their seats a little to get adjusted. you sip from your water, giving your attention to riki and making sure the mic doesn’t pick it up.* 

riki: it’s kinda deep, is it easier to love or be loved. 

giselle: *gasps* that’s good one 

jungwon: it came from the patreon 

riki: since i asked the question let’s start on the other side, sunoo. 

sunoo: i think being loved has like a feeling you can’t  replace you know. 

yn: i agree, it’s like everything comes like full circle when you’re being loved by someone. it’s a really good feeling. 

sunoo: i do think though, to give love and to be loved has like its cons too. say if you were in a one sided relationship and you were giving love to someone who wouldn’t want it back, it hurts a lot. 

jungwon: it’s just draining on the person overall. 

kat: but i feel like if you were on the other side of that isn’t it equally as bad? you know if you were being loved by someone who you didn’t love back it’s just another issue because you feel like you owe them your love 

giselle: i agree with you, kat i do but i think it’s so much more tolling on the person giving love because it’s like you’re giving a part of yourself to someone else to cherish and hold. 

sunoo: wow that was poetic 

giselle: i know right? 

kat: yeah i get what you mean

giselle: giving your love is just so much deeper. sure to be loved is such a great feeling but giving your love isn’t just surface level, it’s like you actually love that person so much, and it’s so passionate too. 

riki: but that can be said for the other perspective too

giselle: you’re right 

yn: i honestly think being loved is something everyone gets to experience once in their lifetime, it’s not only limited to intimate relationships 

jungwon: ahh you have a point 

yn: you get to be loved by your parents, friends, anyone really who cares about you. it’s a good feeling and i think that almost everyone should have that kind of feeling in their lives. 

sunoo: what would you describe it as? 

yn: i think it’s different for every relationship. like for example being loved by my family is the thing that nothing can replace, it’s like a warm hug after a long storm. it’s familiar and it’s a feeling that i just think i would give the world to have all the time. 

riki: im the same way, even though i don’t live near my family anymore i miss them like crazy all the time. like my moms hugs. 

sunoo: ughhhh my moms hugs, im gonna drive by and hug her after this 

kat: are you gonna open the door and just give her a big fat hug and leave 

sunoo: you make me sound like a situationship who fucks you then leaves 

giselle: not our fault you worded it like that 

jungwon: i agree with you though yn. i do think that being loved just offers so much more than just intimate relationships. 

riki: i do too. but i see giselles point too. why did i have to pick the best question ever. *riki groans but smiles in the process, making kat slap his arm.* 

sunoo: you just wanted an ego boost. 

niki: perhaps. 

jungwon: i think that it’s a tie, both of them have their pros and cons 

kat: that’s a good way to end it 

sunoo: didn’t know it was a deep podcast today 

riki: sorry *laughs nervously* 

yn: no it’s okay i liked the question *you smile to riki, rubbing his shoulder* 

giselle: yeah same 

jungwon: well then you guys are gonna like this next segment. 

kat: wait let me guess would you rather?

jungwon: no

kat: scenarios?

jungwon: no kat-

kat: opinions on the [BLEEP]?!

*the group look to each other, then burst out laughing.*

giselle: fuck i’m gonna have to edit that out 

kat: what?

sunoo: we cant talk about the [BLEEP] thing remember. 

yn: yeah or else it’ll be our neck. according to [BLEEP] 

jungwon: guys stop bringing it up now we have to bleep all of that 

kat: sorry.. *she smiles nervously at jungwon and giselle and they both wave her off*

jungwon: what i was trying to say is that our next segment is blind ranking

sunoo: oh my god i love these

yn: same 

jungwon: topic is first dates 

riki: okay well i can’t participate i’ve never been on an actual date 

*sunoo moves his mic away to laugh at riki, riki stares at him to shut him up* 

jungwon: yeah that’s why i chose it for our episode dumbass. anyways there’s five of them so here’s the first one. a music festival  

kat: oh my god 3 duh 

yn: ehhhhh 5? 

kat: *gasp* what 

giselle: yeah im with yn 

sunoo: yeah 5 

kat: why that’s so fun 

yn: it’s too sweaty like i had to be super comfortable to even go to head in the clouds with riki and won

giselle: i feel like that’s cool to do if you’re already dating but first date? i don’t think so 

jungwon: majority rules sorry kat 

kat: yall are fake 

riki: okay next one is a classic, the movies 

sunoo: honestly 4 

giselle: maybe 3 i don’t know it’s very like highschool

yn: yeah i see what you mean. i think it’s just weird because what if you’re watching a popular movie and neither of you really like it. also you can’t really talk to get to know the person 

jungwon: personally this is a 5 for me 

kat: it’s so like.. middle school 

riki: doing that damn arm stretch. 

*everyone laughs at riki’s joke as he fake yawns to stretch his arms and put it around kat, making her laugh even harder.* 

jungwon: i was abusing that card in highschool 

yn: it’s so corny eww *laughs* 

kat: no it’s kinda smooth if someone can pull it off 

sunoo: i remember i did the counting shoulder thing in middle school 

yn: oh my god i remember that 

riki: i never heard of that one 

kat: like 1, 2 *she counts her own shoulders* and 3 *she puts her arm behind riki, him laughing as she did it* 

giselle: that’s a good one 

jungwon: so movie 4?

kat: yep movie 4. 

yn: this is so fun

jungwon: the next one is go karting 

sunoo: OOOOO

yn: might put this as a 1 

kat: okay but what if they choose a really really good one for the last one 

yn: ugh you’re right 

sunoo: im saying 2 

giselle: lowkey 3 

yn: noooo its so fun. like its playful and it’s not too much talking where it awkward. and then after that you can grab food and talk 

riki: that honestly sounds perfect 

kat: okay you’re convincing me 

sunoo: let’s stick with two because i know they’re gonna pick a good one 

giselle: okay yeah 2 

riki: next one is eating. like going out to eat 

yn: 3 it’s a safe choice 

giselle: yeah it’s safe 

sunoo: oh my god what’s the last one i’m excited 

jungwon: sitting at your number 1 spot is a date in the park 

kat: oh..

*you and sunoo side eye one another, and start laughing* 

riki: you guys fumbled 

giselle: ugh we should’ve put go kart at 1 

jungwon: i would’ve put go kart at 1 too

yn: okay park isn’t that bad 

sunoo: no it’s bad imagine all the bugs. and there isn’t a single cute park where we live 

kat: that’s definitely 5 

giselle: yeah i agree 

yn: what time are we at won? 

jungwon: about an hour. you guys ready for a break 

riki: yep, i’m gonna go grab water 

kat: yeah i have to use the bathroom

*riki and kat get up, moving their mics. they both walk out of the room. the rest of the group continues to scroll on their phones, checking notifications. giselle laughs and sets her phone down* 

giselle: did you guys see the top albums of all time? from apple music. 

jungwon: *snorts* yeah, yn what’d you think about the list 

yn: oh i loved it, i think there was too much classic rock on there but my girl lauryn hill sitting pretty at number 1 

sunoo: i love that album, like it’s so good 

jungwon: frank ocean was top 5 i think we’re getting an album 

*giselle laughs, shaking her head* 

giselle: i fear we won’t be getting one for a while. 

yn: no but imagine not knowing who lauryn hill is? 

*sunoo and jungwon side eye each other but stay quiet to let yn go on* 

yn: you must have some shit music taste if you don’t know lauryn hill is all i have to say 

sunoo: must be an alpha male 

*giselle, you and sunoo laugh. jungwon looks at sunoo, holding back a laugh* 

jungwon: cmon we weren’t gonna talk about it 

yn: speaking of alpha males let’s talk about alpha male podcasts. have we ever covered that? 

giselle: don’t think we have 

sunoo: it has to be rage bait 

jungwon: well no have you seen andrew tate, he was like so serious about it. 

yn: i think alpha male podcast are so stupid. like you must be so sensitive about your masculinity if you have to run a podcast all about it. 

*riki and kat enter the room, taking a seat* 

kat: what are we talking about? 

jungwon: lauryn hill and now alpha male podcasts

riki: i fucking love lauryn hill 

kat: alpha male podcast should be wiped off the face of the earth

giselle: and they invite like instagram models on there and like flame them for no reason 

jungwon: they are like the bane of this existence 

sunoo: honestly is it just me or like recently has there been an uprise in podcasts 

giselle: no i get what you mean 

yn: i think when all those like old youtubers started doing podcasts they became popular again. 

riki: everyone and their mom has podcast 

kat: dude we have a podcast 

riki: yeah.. we’re everyone and their mom keep up 

*you laugh next to him, shaking your head* 

jungwon: you guys ready for the last question 

giselle: mhm 

jungwon: so as surprising as it is we’ve never talked about aux etiquette on this podcast. what do you guys think proper aux etiquette is? 

giselle: i think proper aux etiquette is playing music that everyone listens to 

jungwon: yeah.. *jungwon glares at kat, making you and riki laugh. kat furrows her brows in confusion*

kat: um hello im an amazing dj 

sunoo: you’re in fact not 

yn: yeah babe 

kat: *scoffs* what! wait do you guys seriously not like my music? 

riki: well no it’s just whenever you’re on aux- 

jungwon: which is all the fucking time 

*you and sunoo laugh* 

riki: like i was saying whenever you’re on aux, you always try and get us on to the music you listen to and it’s just shitty house music like *starts imitating one of the songs* 

kat: you guys don’t appreciate taste 

jungwon: you mean noise? yeah we don’t 

*kat laughs* 

sunoo: hot take i really don’t want music when im hanging out with my friends 

yn: your worst take yet 

sunoo: okay what the fuck 

riki: i’m sorry but pitch silence? fuck i’d go crazy in a car with kat and yn 

yn: rude 

riki: you two talk soooo much 

kat: not our fault you’re a nonchalant emo 

jungwon: *laughing* fuck 

giselle: i agree with sunoo to an extent like it depends on what we’re doing. if we were going to a club or something i’d want to get hyped up but on the way back i would want to debrief 

sunoo: yeah i agree with that

riki: let’s rank us in terms of aux 

jungwon: kat is dead last 

kat: your music taste isn’t amazing i don’t know why you’re talking 

jungwon: least i can admit it 

sunoo: the girls are fighting.. 

yn: i think it goes kat in last, then sunoo 

sunoo: wait what 

yn: your music taste isn’t like versatile. no hate it’s just not great on aux 

sunoo: yeah well yours is shit too 

yn: don’t care *you stick your tongue out at him making him stick it out back, the two of you giggle*

giselle: i think first place is between riki and yn 

yn: my brother just another me 

*you and riki fist bump each other, giggling* 

jungwon: it’s gonna go to their big fat egos 

riki: frank ocean is never gonna release an album ever again 

jungwon: take that back 

riki: your mom 

kat: as much as i hate to say it jungwon might be second. it’s tied between you and giselle 

sunoo: so we agree that kat should never get aux 

giselle: she’s always fucking arguing for it too 

*the group laughs* 

yn: like damn if you’re gonna fight for aux atleast put on music we all like 

kat: ugh fine i will next time 

riki: next time im getting aux 

jungwon: we’re gonna hear emo music the whole ride 

riki: to be emo is to be free 

giselle: rikilations

sunoo: what time are we at? 

jungwon: an hour thirty ish. should we end it? 

kat: i mean did you guys have any other questions 

riki: nah i didnt, did you? *he looks to jungwon* 

jungwon: nope 

giselle: okay sign us out then 

riki: thank you for staying with us today at yap central we hope you enjoyed your stay. 

jungwon: remember to subscribe, like, comment, and share this video. check out our bio for resources and sign up for patreon. peace! 

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— ˚₊‧⁺˖THE LIGHTNING ON TRACK | THE PRE-SEASON TESTING

fandom. formula one & mcu

about. it's pre-season testing time!

content warnings. smau & written parts, written in 3rd person & lowercase, not edited & proofread

word count. 1.1k

notes. we're dipping into the season, slowly but surely... this took me some time to finish, i literally didn't know what to write for testing ://

"we are here in bahrain, pre-season testing for all teams in 2025, welcome everyone!" croft greets the whole world, as live footage is shown across the devices. the camera spans over the whole track, to each individual paddock until stopping at the final one, in blinding white.

"the season is starting with a bang, for the first time in formula one, we will see a stark owned team on the track! in white and chrome they are, an iconic design and everyone is eager to see what the stark manufactured cars can do!"

"how right you are, david! welcome, i'm will buxton and i have someone of interest with me here. right here, in front of the stark racing garage- y/n stark, number 95, one of the drivers for stark racing. so, y/n, tell me, how are you feeling? are you ready for the first time in the car?"

"hello will, thank you for having me. well, it's not quite the first time in the car, we had a testing back in miami at the end of january, but it's something different to be officially here now. but i'm feeling confident- we have our data, the predicted numbers and we think we'll be able to achieve them."

"so, no major upgrades or changes planned?" y/n shakes her head with a grin.

"do you really think i'm going to answer that question? ask me again, when we're done." will laughs at that, nodding his head in understanding.

"understandable, but i will hold you onto that! gonna knock on the garage doors three days later." y/n laughs again, head thrown back. "but, y/n, how does it feel to be on the paddock? have you met the rest of the drivers yet? made any new friendships?"

"well..."

"can you turn that off?", carlos gruffly asks his teammate, who just waves his hand at him as answer. with a groan, he stares at the tv, showing the first driver interview of the day, y/n stark. her voice washes over him, empty answers of being excited to properly meet everyone and maybe even bond with a few drivers.

"i don't know why you're so obsessed, perceval." charles immediatly splutters, waving his hands to deny the accusation.

"i'm not! but it's so interesting! tony stark is literally here, aren't you at least a bit excited? arthur said that y/n is like him!"

"what, arrogant? self-centered?"

"carlos! stop being so negative! i meant like- a genius! someone who raced with her back in f3 is friends with arthur, i forgot his name, but apparently y/n constantly does calculations while she drives. that's why she's so good overtaking." carlos just sighs and leaves charles to whatever he's doing right now. he has no interest in this circus.

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ 🏎️ ˖⁺‧₊˚—

kevin watches the interviews from the sideline, completely satisfied with how everyone is hounding y/n and leaving him in peace. of course he had his fair amount of questions and interviews, but much less than his teammate.

it has been a whirlwind, ever since he joined the team. strange, for a while, everything seeming so futuristic, but now his glasses feel like a another part of his race suit he's putting on every day.

the team has been welcoming, open to his input, but it's very clear to him that y/n is their star driver and he's the support. and he's alright with it. of course, winning a championship would mean everything, but he knows he's not going to continue this forever. especially not when he has a kid, he's missing so much... something he dislikes, because family means everything to him.

this is why his contract is only for two years. if he wishes to continue and his results at the end of the season are steady, tony promised him a seat as long he wishes for. he is incredibly thankful for this offer, fully knowing that this kind of support doesn't exist in formula one.

"ready to go?", he asks, after y/n's press officer ushers her out of the mob called journalists.

"so ready to go", she grins. but they're not alone, the netflix camera's immediately surround them and capture their walk to the garage. people part from them, staring openly at the drivers. one of the most iconic footage later shown in the drive to survive documentary.

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ 🏎️ ˖⁺‧₊˚—

"so, here he goes, kevin magnussen for stark racing, leaving his side of the garage. the car is looking incredible, i really like the color!", comments crofty and the other men immediately begin to chatter as well. throwing in rumors and hearsay about the team, they expertly fill the silence of kevin doing his first lap on the track.

"last to leave the garage and on the track, all eyes are on stark racing- oh and there he goes, picking up the speed!"

"his tyres seem to have warmed up- woah! look at the smoothness! kevin seems to be home in his car, his struggles from the last season are nowhere to be seen", adds jenson, while the cameras continue to follow the white car with the number 20.

"and there he goes! on medium tyres, setting the third fastest lap already, this looks definitely promising." will shares his own thoughts, reminding the viewers that there is definitely a possibility of stark racing going at least one or two seconds faster.

"by the looks of it, the stark racing team seems to be satisfied- honestly can't tell much, the glasses are hiding too much", jokes another man and all of them laugh. "bloody starks, am i right?"

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ 🏎️ ˖⁺‧₊˚—

the testing days are filled with endless laps and data, followed by long hours of debrief. they've already proven that they're fast, slotting themselves on the upper half of the grid, sticking close to the more experienced teams.

speculations are thrown around, is stark racing sandbagging? of course they must be, while others think that this is the best they can do. neither of the drivers or the team principal lose a word on it, instead they repeat always the same statements.

"we delivered what we predicted."

"we tested our theories, confirmed or debunked them, so the past three days have been very productive."

"we're exactly there where we want to be and we know our next steps."

empty words and yet the journalists pounce on them as if they're the next headlines. the whole world watches with eagerness as stark racing finishes up their debut in formula one and they impatiently await the first race of the season.

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@pansypinetree said Shane has a camera, Sam and Sebastian get freaky, and then I got possessed.

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"You're the only guy with a good camera"

"You'd do us a solid."

"I can only ask you man, y'know"

Grumbling to himself, digging into his closet, Shane pulls out a big gray bag, and sigh. The fuck did I agree to this for. he thinks, opening the soft bag. Everything is still there. His old camera, two batteries, empty tapes…

He presses on the faded on button, hoping it would either break, or shows that the battery's dead, that the lens is fucked up, anything really.

No, it dings and works like a charm. All those years sleeping in his closet with everything else from his past, and it dares work like a fucking charm.

Shane groans, replacing everything in the bag and hauling it on his shoulder. Despite being all innocent-like, Sam definitely knows how to play him like a fiddle and Shane hates that, or rather, hates to admit that he got used.

But there he was, on his way up to the mountain at an ungodly hour, for a favor. Now, to give the kid some credit, he did hound Shane for days, if not weeks. From the day he learned he had a camera. A professional one at that. And the know how. "We can't use a stationary camera, man, that's not the vibe we want." Bloody hell, what was he even meaning by "vibe"? It's not like these type of stuff needs any kind of…directional input, a storyboard, a scenario, a stagehand and whatnot.

Not like Shane was shy about the stuff. He clearly had watched his share. And none of them seemed to have had any work or thought put into it. The idea, and end goal, was pretty clear, wouldn't take a genius to film, cut, edit. Put some nice ambient light, prepare different angle shots, make sure the axis of action is respected… If he still had access to all the props he had back at uni he could also plan some nice boom shots…

What the fuck is he thinking now… Sam and Sebastian asked him to film their… Ugh. Love making, not prepare the next Mysterium.

Walking up the the mountain's house, Shane is met with the smell of smoke.

"Told you he'd come." He hears a loud whisper, followed by a groan. "Hey man!" Sam's voice rise from the dark bushes. Next to him, the red smoking dot of his boyfriend's cigarette.

"Mh" Shane only replies, replacing the heavy bag on his shoulder. He looks away in the distance, the dark path stretching in front of him, then turns to the house. All lights are off. "So, erm" He starts, not looking at any of them. "Where d'you want that?" He cringes at his words, sounding like the start of the most corny ass porno in the world. Why on Yoba's third tit did he accepts to do this in the first place.

"Sebby's room." The blond replies, enthusiastically, pulling on Sebastian's black sleeve. "Thanks bud, you're the only one we can ask to do something like that."

"Yeah, so you said." Shane clears his throat, almost tempted to ask why, if not that he's the only pathetic patsy a hundred miles around.

"You're the only one who knows we're a couple, after all."

"I'm, wha-?"

"Cm'on Sebby." Sam pulls on his boyfriend again, cigarette now done and thrown on the ground. "It's gonna be fun."

Shane stays in the back as they walk towards the dark house. He watches them hold hands, Sam even resting his head on Sebastian's shoulder. What did he mean, nobody else knows they're a couple? It seemed so obvious? Frankly you had to be blind, or stupid, not to see the incessant swooning and flirting and…everything. Surely people in Pelican Town weren't that oblivious…Or bigoted?

Nah. They were just blind.

Sebastian unlocks the door, and signs at Shane to keep quiet as he makes them walk in the house. Come to think of it, that was the first time he'd ever set foot in the house up the mountain. It was as huge inside as it was outside. And clean. Damn. So clean.

As they walk down to the basement, Shane is hit by a mix of scent. The tobacco, ambery undertone, laced with moss and musk, yeah, that's Sebastian's bedroom alright.

The room is definitely messier than the rest of the house, and could benefit from an open window, but Shane really isn't one to judge anyway, as he considers his own room.

Sebastian closes the door behind him and Sam, locking them in. Shane gulps, he knows it's to avoid anyone barging in. And yet.

Shane lets the bag flops off his shoulder and onto the floor. He crouches in front of it, getting the equipment ready, rediscovering his lenses and the way they used to feel in his hands.

"Right." He starts, clearing his throat. "What's the occasion 'nyway? Have some functions on this thing." He jokes.

"Been together for five years…" Sam admits, looking at Sebastian who finally smiles. "Thought it'd be a cute thing."

A cute thing? Shane would laugh if he wasn't taken aback by the statement. Five fucking years? And even their parents have no clue? Bloody hell.

"Woah, that's, uh. Yeah." He mumbles, standing up, heavy camera in his arms.

"Was Seb's idea actually." Sam adds.

"Saw you film that commercial thing." Sebastian finally opens his mouth. "Looked like you knew what you were doing. Plus when we learned the camera was actually yours, y'know." He stretches, before reaching in his pocket for another cigarette.

"Sebby…"

Quickly, Sebastian shoves the pack back in his hoodie's pocket as Shane chuckles. Right, they really are an old couple

"Right." Shane repeats, propping the camera up on his shoulder with a groan. "Suppose we don't have all night. Any specific angle you want? Or, like, light? I guess if we put a cloth on that lamp over there that'd be a nice softbox."

"A what? Man, you do know your stuff." Sam laughs.

Sebastian guides his blond boyfriend to the bed to let him sit. He then turns to Shane.

"Nothing too fancy, really." He says quite matter of factly. "As long as we can see Sammy take it" He growls towards Sam who, at Shane's surprise, blushes.

"Sure." Shane clears his dry throat. "Any objections on angles?"

"What do you even mean, dude?" Sam laughs.

"Y'know, eye level, medium shot, close up, full shot…"

"Oh there will be full shots alright." Sebastian grins, laughing at Shane's blush. "Come on man, just… Do what feels right?"

"Yer the one wantin a damn cameraman." He grunts, stretching his shoulder under the camera.

"Just do what Seb said, what feels right, yeah?" Sam's voice oddly sweet still reaches Shane who eventually relaxes his shoulders, exhaling loudly. "We don't want you to be uncomfortable doing it. We're thankful you agreed."

"We really are." Sebastian chimes in, sitting down next to his boyfriend.

"Yeah. Yeah, no, sure." Shane rambles, getting the camera ready and back on his shoulder. "W-whenever you're ready…"

He watches through the lens as Sebastian grab Sam's jaw, his thumb on his cheek, his slender fingers bringing him closer to his face into a kiss. Rather quickly, they seem to forget the camera pointed at them, or the out of place intruder behind it. Their lips meet in a sensual embrace from the get go, hungry, without any shame, finding each other tongue, filling the empty room with the wet sounds of their groans in their mouths.

Shane opts for a medium close up he pans into a medium shot. He fills his mind with the terms he learned back then. He has to.

As he switches to a cowboy shot, Sebastian places his hand on Sam visible bulge, and without a second thought, the zipper flies open. Shane slowly zooms on the fabric, lingering on the wet patch twitching with Sam's head. As he pans out, Seb's hand comes into shot, stroking Sam's length, tugging on the fabric, revealing Sam's cock poking through the elastic band.

Coming back to a wide shot (as wide as the bedroom allows him) Shane steadies his camera as Sebastian pushes Sam on his back, getting rid of his jeans and boxers, his lengthy cock bouncing back on his firm stomach. "Been ready for a while, Sammy?" Seb teases.

Shane had never really heard the carpenter's son utters more than two words, and they were always low and disdainful. Right now they were falling out of his mouth like whipped cream, sweet and floaty like a lusty candy cloud. "Good boy, getting all ready and excited for me."

Sam nods fiercely, his cock twitching at the praise.

Fuck, Shane really hopes his mic is catching everything. The sighs, the low exhales from both of them, the honeyed voice from the enamored broody man he never paid any attention. Before.

He settles for an eye level shot, softly crouching next to the bed, his lens focusing on Sebastian's mouth climbing Sam's strong thighs, his blond hairs raising, his skin trembling. With a grin, he lets his tongue roll out, shine taking the camera to reveal a piercing he uses to tease the blond one. Panning out, Shane catches just in time Sam's head falling backward as Sebastian takes him in his mouth.

"Sebby!"" He cries out, fisting his dark hair, helping him up and down his girthy length. Sebastian softly hums, grinning, Sam entirely in his mouth, before releasing him in a loud 'pop', and taking him again slowly.

Sebastian's slender fingers on Sam's hips, holding him into place as he writhes slowly, moving against Seb's mouth who is plastering his face against the blond curly hairs, suppressing wet gagging noises as Shane hears himself whisper a soft "fuck".

Placing himself on Sebastian's side of the bed, Shane focuses the camera on his working fingers grazing down Sam's hips to reach his thighs, sliding down to cup his tightening sack, slowly getting his fingers on the underside, making Sam arch. Shane slides behind the bed to get a shot as Sebastian point of view, watching Sam's reactions to his treatment, getting everything recorded.

Sebastian grabs Sam's cock, his other fingers still working between his legs. "You're gonna be a good boy for me now, Sammy?" He says in between breaths, stroking him at the pace of his mouth previously around him. "Be a good boy and cum for me, mh?".

With a whimper, Sam starts sputtering, ropes lacing his stomach and his sculpted chest in his sweet release, as Seb praises him more. "That's very good, my Sammy, so good." Seb whispers, not stopping his bullying on Sam's begging length, or tender skin.

Shane places himself back near the bed, capturing everything he can, trying to do everything he can not to think about the tightness of his own pants.

Without letting Sam recovers, Seb lifts him up, getting him on his knees, finally getting rid of his hoodie and his own jeans.

Shane adjusts the camera, getting Seb's whole body in the shot, his pale skin against the darker complexion of the blond one, the shine of his pierced nipples reflecting in the lens, and his now finally freed cock, hard and raised against Sam presenting buttocks.

"Make sure to get that." Seb says directly to Shane who jumps. He nods, obeying, focusing on Sam who's still panting, his shining cock still drooling from Seb's treatment.

Shane hears the soft clicks of a bottle opening and closing. He looks at Seb without moving the camera from Sam. Warming up his hands, he slowly caresses Sam's rear who arches up. "Good boy…" Seb repeats, inserting a finger slowly, circling on his way in, preparing Sam with such tenderness.

Shane now feels himself throbbing, begging to be let out. He bites his lip, ashamed, and takes a deep breath.

"Sammy, I think your fireproof cameraman has some issues." Seb snarks, leaning against Sam who turns his red face to Shane becoming redder, staying silent, camera still rolling.

Sam's smile almost reaches his ears. "Well, Shaney? Being a bit shy?"

Fuck, now his name is on the tape.

He slowly shakes his head, making sure the camera stays still, but they're both having none of it. He respects the first rule of camera handling, not being seen nor heard.

"An anniversary present…" Shane hears Seb whispers to Sam who opens wide eyes.

"You mean it?" He replies back.

"If he's happy with that." Seb nods towards Shane who takes a step back. "Don't be shy, Shaney" he grins, "We gotta take care of that one way or the other right? We're the ones to blame after all."

Seb climbs down the bed, walking towards Shane with such authority, such intent, his slender body almost made for the camera.

"Come on, Shane. We won't hurt you. Unless that's what you're into." He winks straight at the lens. "Y'know Sam has quite the crush on you, right?"

"Seb!"

Shane just blinks repeatedly. Well, he was the oblivious one clearly.

"I think that would make that five years mark really special to him if you join us." Seb continues, a shit eating grin on his face. Shane doesn't move, panting, stuck between the wall and Seb, only the camera and his damn erection between them.

With a laugh, Sebastian reaches to Shane's bulge. "Who knew Joja shelves' stackers was hiding such a package."

Fuck Shane thinks without moving or removing Seb's hand from his crotch. He was supposed to only film, nothing else, not getting involved. That's all he had agreed to, back then. Back then.

The tiniest nod is enough for Seb to kneel in front of him, unbuckling his belt. He chuckles, his lips nipping at the imprint of Shane's cock against his boxers.

"You'll love it." Sam chimes in. "Sebby is amazing with his mouth…" He almost drools, stroking his sensitive dick.

Shane continues filming, setting the camera on for a high angle shot, taking as much as he can of Seb's face against his growth, breathing heavily, impatient.

"Look how hard he is, Sammy, just by watching us. Now, you watch us Sammy, ok?" He whispers to his boyfriend, releasing Shane's cock of his underwear he lets fall at his feet. "Holy shit Sammy look at this."

Shane groans, what was the little punk doing, making fun of him? He hears Sam gasps, his eyes widening on Shane's girth who barely has time to register both their amazement as Seb licks his shaft in one swift lap before surrounding his head and slowly gliding down to his curls.

Fuck Sam was right, Seb is amazing with his mouth. So much so that Shane almost drops the camera. But he keeps it steady on his shoulder, making sure he's still capturing Sebastian wet and shiny lips around his cock.

He feels his pierced tongue on his skin, his hand surrounding him, touching him like he's never been touched before. Like he's not been touched in Yoba knows how long.

Shane lifts the camera to Sam, alone on the bed, licking his lips as he strokes himself, watching his boyfriend pleasuring another man with his knowing mouth.

"You've got no idea how many times I've thought about your cock, man." The blond one says in one breath, making Shane gasps involuntarily, a not quite whimper escaping his lips. Surely he couldn't mean that.

Was that what he was expecting tonight? The true reason behind their "camera" needs?

Damn if Shane cared at all in this moment.

"That made him twitch" Seb laughs, before applying his lips around Shane again, letting him rest against his throat before releasing him one more time. "I think he likes the idea, Sammy."

What fucking idea now.

Beaming, Sam climbs down the bed walking towards Shane. "Relax, now." He says softly. "Let me know if this is too far."

Too far? Was he having a laugh? His bloody boyfriend was pumping him at this very moment!

But the blond one takes the camera off Shane's hand and places it on the bedside table, facing them, before grabbing his head and softly applying his lips on his. Shane doesn't move, wincing at the pleasure Seb inflicts on him. Sam kisses him again, a shy peck on his open lips. And again, with more intent, deepening the kiss in a breathless moan, until Shane grabs him with a groan, finding his tongue, melting into his smiling lips.

Shane now has Sebastian lips around his cock, Sam lips sucking in his tongue, playing with his own.

The younger one undo Shane's hoodie, placing his warm hands on his soft belly, finding his fast beating heart in his hairy chest.

Shane could feel himself tightening, the overwhelming sensations of Sam lips against his, Seb mouth taking him whole, and Sam now stepping closer to him, his own cock hardening again against his thighs.

Softly, Shane raises his hand to surround him, making him gasp. "Shane…" He whispers between his lips. That's enough, too much even, and Shane explodes, fisting Seb's long dark hair, pushing Sam's mouth into his, his rows of cum shooting against Seb's throat, his head still bobbing up and down.

"Fuck!" Shane nearly shouts, pulling Sam's face away, forcing Seb to stop, grabbing the wall behind him to stay steady. "F-fuck…"

Seb stands back up, shiny lips extended in a grin, cum and saliva slowly dripping down his chin. "You're ready?" He asks his boyfriend who nods. Sam extends his arm to Shane, his vision a blurry mess, his high not quite gone yet, not even sure of what happened, but Yoba it felt beyond amazing.

Shane lets Sam guide him to the bed, where he starts softly kissing him again. "There's something I'd…really…really…like to do…to you…" He says, expecting Shane to bolts up and leave. Instead, the older one grabs Sam again, letting him fall into his lips.

"Ok…" Shane answers in a raspy voice. "Ok." He repeats, still finding his breath, but his senses now back.

On this answer, Seb hands Sam a bottle and a condom, before pushing Shane on the bed. "So, you're the good boy now, right?" Seb smirks.

"Fuck off." Shane replies, still twitching at the…unseemly…praise?

Seb laughs, watching Shane arching and jolting as Sam slowly prepares him. "Sorry if it's cold…" the blond one murmurs almost adoringly.

"I think you're being a good boy." Seb repeats, caressing his own length he guides toward Shane. "And while my Sammy takes care of you, you're gonna take care of me."

Of all the things that could have happened when he accepted this stupid thing, Shane had no idea this is how he would spend his evening. Filled with cocks and reveling in it.

Pressing himself against Shane raised legs, Sam slowly insert himself in Shane. And Shane squirms, softly, wincing, biting his lip, rolling his eyes. "Oh fuck…" he whispers.

"Sebby…" Sam reaches for Seb's hand he grabs tightly. "Sebby he feels so good…"

"That's great Sammy…Show him…Show him how good you are. And you, turn your head." Shane obeys, sweat already beading on his forehead, Sam thrusting inside him, Seb's length now against his tongue. "I knew you'd be a good boy too." Seb continues, his hips moving against Shane's face who is nothing but grunts, growls, and whimpers. "Fuck you're bloody right, he feels good, the bastard."

Shane takes both younger ones, his body veiled with sweat, his stomach and hairs covered with cum, his hardening cock bouncing on the soft skin, subject to their cocks and them joining into an awkward kiss as they both work in him, holding each other hands.

"Happy anniversary." Seb whispers, concealing a moan, resting against Shane's throat.

"Happy… anniversary…" Sam chimes back with difficulty. "Fuck Sebby I'm gonna cum."

"You better be taking everything." Seb commands down to Shane with gritted teeth who, really, couldn't refuse anything, drunk on cocks and sensation he thought out of grasp for so long. But he nods, closing his eyes, Seb coming in his mouth as he explodes on himself, followed by Sam's loud whimpers, soft high pitched pleased noises filling the room. Fuck Shane was now finding him cute, his flushed cheeks surrounding his mouth curved in a expression of pure bliss. Yoba he really hopes all this is caught on camera, making a mental note to make two copies.

Shane swallows all before gasping for air, Sam sweaty body falling on him, searching for his lips. "Thanks, man" He whispers between kisses. What is Shane even supposed to say, or even do?

He thread his hand through Sam's hair, watching Seb walking towards the camera to turn it off. He imagines now that his welcome has wore out. But Sam doesn't move.

With wide eyes, he looks at Seb placing both of them under the blanket. "He always falls asleep pretty quickly afterward." He explains. "Sure you don't mind staying, do you?" He places himself next to Shane on the bed, not waiting for an answer. With a smile, he pushes a strand of wild hair off Shane's sweaty forehead. "Thanks, man" He echoes his boyfriend. "When he wakes up, just gently nudge him to the side. He's a cuddler. But judging by how you're grabbing him I don't think that's a problem for you." He punctuates by kissing Shane, then kissing his boyfriend's forehead, inviting himself in Shane open's arm, both drifting off as peacefully as Sam did.