#but i've never really realised. the lasting effects.

[perdidit-vulpes]

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[bringbacktim]

America² part two

It's been a long time coming and I'm so so so sorry for making you guys wait this long , the fanfic writer curse of having the worst luck caught up to me recently. This got wrote in shifts so might not be the same quality throughout. Not edited or proofread. Written whilst I was half asleep most of the time

Word count: 5.5k words

Warnings: smut , unprotected sex (don't do this irl) , face slapping, curse words , use of cock dick pussy etc ,I think that's it

I am so glad this season is over" Oscar said as he had his last bite of food

"Can't wait to just dissappear for winter break" Y/n agreed as logan hummed in agreement

"Are you going back to florida or are you going to do some traveling?" Oscar asked logan

"Yeah are you going to have a fuckboy Winter break like you usually do or did everyone finally realise how awful you are?" Y/n teased

"Haha , I never had any fuckboy winterbreaks but I've heard about how you've been slutted about in past season breaks" logan said only realising after how mean it was and how he shouldn't have said it in such a public setting

"Slutted out? Jesus Sargeant, you almost sound jealous " she laughed knowing she'll definitely get some new dirt on him, already knowing some humiliating kinks he has,when he inevitably either Jack's off on the other side of the hotel wall with his porn way too loudly or when he brings some girl back to the hotel to celebrate the last race of the season

"You wish" he scoffed and rolled his eyes

"Now now children" Oscar said leaning into his role of their mother whenever they insulted each other

"So what are you and lily doing for winter break? Going anywhere nice?"

Y/n asked cutting logan off from his snarky remark

"Hopefully somewhere hot and far away from you two" the Aussie replied getting an "oi" in reply from both of them

"Rude, you love us really" Y/n scoffed

"What like you and logan love each other"

"Yeah! ... wait no " logan said realising Oscar wasn't being nice

"How do they let you drive an f1 car man , they should give you a 5 lap headstart cause is there even a brain up there" she joked knocking on his head and saying "nope hollow" after to which he winced and rubbed his head

"Are you guys coming to the after party?" Oscar asked wanting to party with his friends

"Depends if logan is going" Y/n said

"And how big the place is" logan added

"It's got to fit everyone we work with in so I'd say pretty big, plenty of space to hide from each other or sneak off in a dark corner and do god knows what" he added laughing when their faces contoured in disgust

"Let it go Oscar, we're not gonna fuck before the end of the season, but I will be attending the after party" Y/n said getting her coat and leaving

"God what is her problem?" Logan said watching her walk away ,his eyes definitely didn't graze down to her ass as she angrily stomped away or anything why would you think that .

"Sexual frustration I think" Oscar joked which earned him a punch to the shoulder from the male American who walked off aswell not before calling Oscar a perv

At the hotel they all relaxed for a bit and then started to get slowly ready for the after party. Y/n deciding to blast some fun music not caring about the guy she shared a thin wall with . Obviously a mistake as he came stomping from his room to hers with a scowl on his face as he angrily knocked on her door . Expecting one of her friends she was going to the party with she opened the door in the sports bra and pyjama shorts she put on after her shower discarding her shirt when she heard the knocks

Swinging it open and revealing the last person she ever expected left her with a Shocked expression on her face and an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach about what she was wearing , crossing her arms over her chest to cover the skin there , but that only gave the effect of a push up bra which didn't really help logan trying desperately not to look down there while she complains that he's at her door for literally no reason

"Did you hear me ? I said why are you standing at my door?" She asked snapping her fingers infront of his face

"Oh right, can you turn the music down I can't hear myself think in my room" he said trying to shake the inappropriate thoughts he was having

"Well I cranked the volume up cause you usually jerk it or bring some girl back at this time and I didn't want to hear it, so you're welcome"

"I didn't thank you , and why would I . For creepily knowing when I jerk off ? You probably do it the other side of the wall to me" he accused

"Don't act like oscar didn't tell me about the time you called someone else my name when you came" Y/n said with a smug look

"In my defence i thought you two had the same name"

"I heard her say she her name was valentine, incase you haven't noticed thats nothing like Y/n. Just admit you want us to hate fuck just as much as oscar does"

"Fuck off , just turn the music down" he said walking back to his room *and definitely not thinking of how his hands or dick would feel in between her boobs* god what is with his mind today

It took him longer to get ready than usual thanks to the thoughts he was having , and the bulge in his trousers that wouldn't go down no matter what innocent thought he tried to imagine

He was half dressed in a nice shirt and was trying to put his jeans up his legs before quickly realising the bulge in his boxers was not going to go down and he would have to do something about it

Putting some music on to get him in the mood and so the girl on the other side of the wall that he may or may not be imagining stroking him right now instead of his own hand won't hear his desperate whines

Trying to get this over with so he can go party with his friends , he quickens his pace and starts to slightly flick his wrist in a way that has his head lolling back and leaving him breathless

"Fuck-" he moaned out hoping the music masked it and she wouldn't be able to hear it or the skin against skin

He was delving into his deepest dirtiest fantasies to try for once to bust in under 5 minutes

She was in her room on the other side of the wall being bombarded with questions from Oscar about where logan was, whether he was ready to go or not etc as if she was his babysitter . She tried knocking on his door but got no answer, she knocked on the door that connected the two rooms and again no answer but she could hear music playing so assumed he just couldn't hear her so she opened the door just enough so she could get a peek to make sure he was decent and then was going to knock on the wood

But when she saw him doing the last thing she thought he'd be doing right now , her hand didn't come up to knock on the door as fast as it probably should have, but seeing him head pressed into the pillow eyes closed as his chest heaved with every whine or strangled moan that escaped his mouth the waistband of his boxers down enough to let his cock escape but still keep him covered , his glorious slightly sweaty veiny arms working hard to keep up with the fast pace he had set for himself

Y/n found herself mouth agape stood in his doorway wondering why him moaning was so incredibly hot to her and why her feet were walking closer to the bed

"Y/n" he moaned stopping her in her tracks , especially since his eyes were closed and he definitely wouldn't have heard her walk in due to the music blasting . She wouldn't admit it , but it did make her heart beat a little quicker

She put her palm over her eyes as she turned to music off to make it look like she hadn't been staring , this caused him to sit up quicker than anyone ever has and cover himself with a pillow that was beside him

"Y/n!! What are you doing here?" He asked feeling rather exposed

"Oscar kept asking me about whether you were ready or not and you're door was locked and you didn't hear me knock" she explained palm still firmly over her eyes

"You can take your hand away I'm not doing anything" he said trying to make this less uncomfortable

"Are you sure this isn't a plan to get me to see your dick?" She said trying to fall back into her hating him persona

"Don't act like I didn't feel you staring as you walked in"

"You didn't even know I walked in!" She accused

They hadn't realised Oscar had walked in through the open door until he spoke up

"Nice to see you're ready like I said to be logan" he said scaring both of them

"I'm half way done okay , just let me get my pants on and we can leave"

"Okay do we need to turn around while you put your cock away or what?" Y/n joked half hoping he'd say no

"Woah woah wait , what were you two doing before I walked in ? You were watching him wank weren't you?" Oscar accused the pair infront of him

" Can't believe you'd think so lowly of me , you couldn't pay me to watch that"she said

"Yeah cause you can watch it for free through a crack in my door like the creep you are" logan bit back

"Oh I'm the creep? Who moaned who's name whilst getting off tonight me or you?"

"I mean I didn't hear you getting off but I'd take a chance and say you" he smugly laughed

"There is way too much sexual tension right now and it smells like dick and balls so we'll leave you to get ready and meet us in the hallway" Oscar said before his friends had the chance to fuck infront of him

After they got back to Y/n's room Oscar was bombarding her with questions about logan moaning her name since this wasn't the first time logan had said her name whilst aroused

It was no longer than 10 minutes later when logan met them in the hallway and they were getting in the taxi to go the party

When they got there everyone went their separate ways and found their friends who they would spend most of the night with

Oscar and logan did meet up throughout the night , mostly so Oscar could try and get a confession out of logan not that he ever did , much to Oscar's disappointment . He also spoke to Y/n to see if she would give him any indication that she liked logan romantically but she was nowhere near drunk enough

The party was more boring than they thought it was going to be partly because toto didn't crowd surf that year and partly because neither Y/n nor Logan could stop thinking about what would've happened if Oscar hadn't have walked in . Would she have given him a helping hand , or mouth , would he let her stand and watch him get off to the thought of her , would they do the things he was imagining ? The world may never know what would've happened because of the Australian that bounced in the room

Thanks to the free bar and friends shoving drinks into the sexually frustrated and confused pairs hands the thoughts about each other were kept on the back-burner well atleast until they were both in their hotel rooms one last time before winter break where they could do whatever they wanted while thinking about whoever they wanted

Unfortunately, nothing happened in the club as they couldn't find each other and they had some self respect as to not fuck in the disgusting club bathroom

They thought they were in the clear of not seeing each other until the next season started in three months which meant they could spend that time pretending like they weren't developing feeling for each other , but post season testing slipped both of their minds and they would have to see each other on track one last time that year

They had two days to try and act like they still hated each other , but that was proving difficult as everytime one of them closed their eyes they would relive the scene that happened in his hotel room days before

In post season testing , they let reserve drivers or f2 drivers have the chance to drive an f1 car so logan and Y/n weren't needed until the second half of the day so we're free to watch or just entertain themselves until it was their turn

They mostly stood around in their respective garages going over data or scrolling their phones in their driver rooms

Logan was being hard on himself based on the data from the season and how bad he felt he did , which was a sad sight to see. Y/n was in a similar position as annoyingly enough the Americans finished one after the other in the standings which just gave every reporter and journalist another way to compare the two

Her and oscar did visit the Williams garage so Oscar could try and cheer him up Y/n was only there as she was talking to Oscar as he walked towards the garage , but it was clear he was ticked off and needed to blow off some steam. While Oscar was thinking of how to take his mind off of the had results Y/n was stood daydreaming which didn't really help logan as the last thing he needed was to have her stood infront of her race suit tied around her waist showing her tight fireproofs as she stood there looking pretty . She had to be doing it on purpose he thought

They were meant to be setting up to get logan on track , but George had just crashed his Mercedes and red flagged the session which meant more waiting in the Abu Dhabi sun and the inappropriate thoughts he couldn't get out of his head weren't helping with the heat

What also didn't help was when he saw her get out of her car , ass pushing the limits of her race suit as she gripped the halo , oh how logan wished her fingers were wrapped around something else

When she came and knocked on his driver room door to see if he wanted to go find somewhere to eat while they get the race going again , he thought his head was going to explode from the thoughts he definitely shouldn't be having as he saw her leaning against his door frame asking a polite question that Oscar definitely made her ask . It was the straw that broke the camels back when someone dropped what he assumed was a piece of equipment in the garage making her boobs jiggle as she jumped

He strode over to her as she just looked back confused because he hadn't answered her question but instead pressed a firm kiss to her lips . When he pulled back there was obviously a bewildered look on her face because to kiss her out of the blue is crazy enough but to do it infront of whoever could see them was another level

She pushed him into the room before returning the kiss as his hands slipped to her waist

"What was that for?" She asked not actually caring she thought she'd ask for when Oscar asked her after she told him

"Oscar said I need to let off some steam and I think I've found a perfect way" he laughed as his fingers traced the sliver of skin where her fireproofs separated

"You're so annoying" she whined as he made no move to take any clothing off of her

"Shut it ,we don't have time for foreplay, but you're probably wet enough for me to take you right now" he teased as his fingers trailed down her body and inside the bottom half of what she was wearing as she pulled his clothes over his head and kissed him again tongues fighting

As they made out and stripped , he walked them both to the little sofa in the corner of the room and sat down . As their lips separated she was going ask what position he wanted to do ,but he patted his lap before she could

"Protection?" She asked not fancying getting an sti from the fuckboy of miami

"In my bag , side pocket" he lazily pointed not bothering to get up and get it

As he stroked himself while she went up and got the condom he pinched himself to make sure he wasn't having another dream

When she rolled the condom on and sunk down on him he realised this was better than any dream he'd had because it was actually real

"Fuck" he moaned as he leaned his head back on his hands and watched her ride him hissing as he was almost too big on the way down

"Am I going to do all the work or are you going to help?" She asked trying to catch her breath not bothering to stop moving her hips

He didn't answer and instead just grabbed her hips and gave some rough thrusts before rubbing her clit furiously as she whined in his ear and bit his shoulder to stay quiet as she came on his cock

"Clean yourself up and then you can suck me off before we have to go back to racing" he said knowing there was nothing in his room she could use to clean herself but couldn't bring himself to car

"How charming sargeant" Y/n said in a monotone voice as she pulled her underwear up her legs and just deciding to make a run to the toilet before she gets in the car

"I let you come first , what's more charming than that?" He asked

"Maybe not a half assed fuck before a race" she said getting on her knees infront of the sofa as she took the condom he was wearing off

"Just suck my dick so you can go back to your own drivers room" he said pulling her hair into a makeshift ponytail and dragging her face closer to his cock

She had barely gotten past the head before she could feel her lips stinging from being stretched so wide

"You should see how much of a slut you look like right now" he said forcing her to take more than she ever had before and choked back a gag

When she hollowed her cheeks and took him to the base he swear he was seeing stars , but when she came up for air he wasn't impressed "shit do that again" he said as he slapped her cheek as she looked up at him with those teary eyes that almost made him bust a nut

When she didn't do as he said he slapped her again and again until she obeyed and called her some other derogatory name

"You're drooling all over my fucking lap , you better clean it up after" he said as she let him fuck her mouth as she brought her hand up from its resting place on his thigh to play with his balls

"Not my fault there's no space left in my fucking mouth"

When she moaned around his cock and sent vibrations and tingles up his spine he swore he had never cum so hard or so much but she swallowed every drop

Not much was said between them whilst getting re dressed and trying to make it look like they weren't just fucking . Thankfully the engineers had very loud tools and music playing in the garage

Post season testing went better than expected as both Americans made their way into the top 10 . When Oscar congfatulated both of them they were standing further apart than they usually were and weren't making eye contact , but he assumed they just had another pointless argument

Logan and Y/n spent alot of that night trying to decide whether that was a mistake or whether they wanted to do it again . Y/n made it clear that she wouldn't be just another one of his girls and that he would have to commit to her even if they were just friends with benefits

Logan had been invited on a lads holiday with a few of his friends from back home and oscar , which took up alot of the winter break and meant he had alot of time to think about Y/n and how he wanted their relationship to pan out. He saw alot of couples on this trip and his feeling for her were definitely growing . He liked all the sex they had but also loved the domestic stuff like hearing her talk about her day over the phone or her asking his opinion on what outfit she should wear

Over a very horny facetime call Y/n had mentioned the idea of flying to wherever he was and just fuck until they had made up for all of the lost time

It was a good idea in theory , but trying to book a flight close to Christmas was just as hard as you'd imagine , but that gave logan time to plan how he was going to ask her to be his girlfriend

They had video called every night for the next few weeks until she was flying to wherever he was in the world and they couldn't wait. He was going to just ask her when he met her at the airport as he knew she didn't like big gestures. He just hoped she felt the same

"Logie" she exclaimed as she practically ran towards him hugging him when she met his eyes in the crowd of people

"Don't tell Oscar I borrowed the rental car for this" he laughed as he kissed her temple because her face was hidden in his chest as they continued hugging

"I wouldn't get my boyfriend in trouble on his lads holiday now would I? I'd be a terrible girlfriend if I did" she laughed as he looked at her mouth agape

"You talk in you're sleep , i think it's cute how much detail you put into this" she said as they walked out of the very small airport which she was thankful for as they weren't being mobbed by fans for once

When they got to the hotel the sweet cute couple effect had worn off and they just wanted to well and truly fuck . Logans friends had unfortunately booked an activity for them that he had no idea about so had to leave her all alone is his hotel room no matter how dirty the things she would whisper in his ear in hopes he would stay were

He did manage to leave early as he faked some illness

"Logan?" Y/n questioned as his door unlocked

"Y/n" he said eyes softening as he looked at her laying all comfy on the sofa wearing his clothes

"You took sooo and I couldn't find any WiFi password or the TV remote so I couldn't even watch any porn while you were gone" she said sadly as he sat next to her

"I got back as soon as I could , none of them wanted to let me come back here" he said leaning in and kissing her with such passion

"Don't try and butter me up sargeant , I've been horny for hours thanks to you" she said putting her hands on his shoulders and making sure he knew he was to blame

"If you want some angry sex all you had to do was ask baby" he said leading her to the bedroom

"Fuck me like you're mad at me then " she laughed as she almost tripped over both of their feet

"I saw your burner account comment that on my Instagram by the way" he called her out as he fell back on to the bed and she made her way onto his lap

"Theres no proof that it's me" she said laughing as she ground on his lap

"I just have a feeling" he said his hands coming up to hold her hips

"I just love how riled up you get, you really give it to me"

"So are you going to suck my dick like you're mad at it or are we skipping foreplay" he asked not knowing how much more friction and pressure he could take as she moaned almost angelically in his ear

"Surely you'd be compensating me for making me wait?" She said giving him the eyes

He didn't need to be told twice, laying her down on the bed as he kissed his way down her body as she tried to rid them both of atleast their shirts so she could feel some skin against skin

After he had pulled her sweatpants down her ankles too impatient to take them all the way off and let her kick them off while he rubbed her slit and clit through her underwear enough to make her gasp and her him to just take them off , he pushed them to the side while gathering some slick so he could easily push 2 fingers in just to make her moan at the unexpectedness of two at once and cause he still wanted to tease her with no preparation but going from how wet she was she had definitely either been thinking inappropriately the entire time she was waiting or got off atleast once already

"This all for me?" He asked knowing it was but loved to see her get embarrassed at how wet the thought of him got her

"Shut up" she said very lightly pushing his head as she couldn't reach his shoulder in retaliation before hiding her face in her hands

"Don't worry I think it's hot how much you love the thought of me" he said pinching her clit before replacing his fingers with his tongue while his hand went up to cup her breast over her bra

"If you don't hurry up and make me cum I'm going to knock on someone else's hotel door and see if they'll be able to" she said trying not to break character which is easier said than done when logan sargeant is eating you out as an apology

"Oh fuck don't stop" she threw her head back and kept his hand in place that had made its way into the cup of her bra and was toying with her nipple

"You're all mouth Y/l/n" he laughed as he came up for air face glistening in the lamp light

It only took logan no more than 4 more minutes of the combination of rolling her clit in one of his hands while the other toyed with her nipple and his tongue rapidly ate her out not caring about how much noise the pair were making

"Am I forgiven?" He laughed not bothering to wipe the evidence off of his mouth

"Only if you dick me down in the next 30 seconds" she breathlessly laughed as she pulled him into a sloppy kiss full of teeth and gums not caring about the taste of herself on his tongue or lips

She held his face in her hands as they continued to make out while he made quick of getting his trousers and boxers down his legs and stroking himself quickly before asking if they needed to use any protection as he couldn't remember if he had any left

"Just pull out or pay for a plan b tomorrow" she said putting her faith in his reaction speed

"So all I had to was ask you to be my girlfriend and I'm allowed to hit it raw?" Logan said eyes wide imagining all the times he wished he could go raw

He lined himself up and pushed in slowly while he watched her arms sling around his shoulders as her head lolled back and her back arched as she moaned

When he bottomed out and thought how he'd never get used to how snug her walls were around him his mouth agape as he realised how hard it would be and how much mental strength it would take him to not cum inside her . Especially when she raised her head to look at him and she looked in such a state of bliss as she bit her bottom lip as to not let a moan out from him just being inside her

"God please move" she begged as she tried to get closer to him by putting her legs over his shoulders to gain any friction or just anything but was met with no avail

And who was he to deny her that pleasure , his hips snapping into hers with such force he thanked God that he headboard wasn't near a wall because it would be making a rukus for the person on the other side

He let her lay there eyes closed and head back for a solid three minutes before he stopped thrusting in and had only the tip in which made her look up to figure out why he stopped, not before he cupped the back of her head and forced it to look down to where their bodies met

"You wanted me to fuck you so badly that you flew all the way here and yet you don't have the decency to watch what you begged me for" he scoffed as he resumed thrusting his grip not faltering on her head to make sure she was watching what he was doing

Oh how they hoped no one was around to hear any of this

For the remaining days that they were both staying at the same resort they fucked like rabbits and on evert surface you could imagine , having to have condoms delivered to their hotel rooms as they couldn't stay away from each other for long enough to go buy some

Unfortunately for them , there had been a room switch as two of the boys they were there with had gotten in an argument and didn't want to share a room anymore so polite Oscar swapped and had a room the other side of logans wall , where he heard alot of the facetime calls he had late at night to god knows who and when he was fucking who he thought was some random girl he picked up from the island they were on . He chose not to say anything until he heard room service deliver something to Logans room next door and heard Y/ns voice answer the door and thank the person giving them the food which made him swing the door open and knock on the door ready to demand answers

"Where is she?" Oscar asked

"Who?" Logan replied

"The girl who answered the door two seconds ago"

"Why"

"Because she sounded exactly like Y/n who I told you countless time you'd hate fuck , so where is she?" He said not bothering to beat around the Bush

He had no excuse to get himself out of this one so just pointed in the direction of the bathroom" Don't tell her you heard us she'd be so embarrassed"

Oscar strode over to the bathroom and knocked . No longer than a second later Y/n opened the door sheepishly knowing she'd been caught

"How long have you guys been hiding this from me?"

"Not long , we only became official today,but-"

"How long have you been fucking" he asked not sure if it was an appropriate topic

Y/n looked to logan to see if she could actually tell him how long it'd been . With the nod of his head she mentally tried to remember the first time " post season testing" she said

"Wait, is that why they couldn't find you guys that day?"

"Didn't know they were looking , but yeah I guess"

" I have alot of people to collect bet money from , have you announced anything yet or are you keeping it a secret?" He asked wanting to know when he would get his cash flow

"Were not sure yet , probably going to give it a few months before telling people"

"Thats fair , how long is Y/n staying with you then?"

"I've got like 3 days left before I go back to America and hopefully catch up on a year's worth of sleep" she laughed

"Based from what I've heard from the other side of that wall , you definitely aren't getting any sleep here" he laughed

"Oscar!" She said slapping his chest in embarrassment

[wolven91]

Beers With The Fellas

"Hey guys, you coming round to mine tonight? Got a bunch of drinks in." Asked the human suddenly, surprising the work crew.

The rest of the crew looked up from where they were packing away their tools to the diminutive creature. The 'new' additions, that were the humans, were still finding their feet in the wider society despite it being over a year since their disastrous debut. It had to be admitted that they had taken to it rapidly now that they had given a proper opportunity.

That said, they often had odd ideas that left the other races scrabbling to react correctly.

The crew was a mixture of races, none of which really mixed outside of work. It wasn't that they specifically didn't like each other or had unfounded prejudices, it was just... not done? The various races had multiple clashes with one another. Everyone present hadn't been involved in the fighting or even knew someone involved, but it was s still a fact that their respective governments had a cold relation, if at all. The slender taurian, looked to the robust ursidain, who looked to the towering ssypno. When a new species joined the wider community, it was required, expected or demanded that they be given an opportunity to show how they can add to the community, how their culture reacted to others.

It was just good sense, a fresh set of eyes on established processes. Especially saying of just how much the galaxy had stagnated over the last few hundred years. There were rumours that nothing had changed, not even a new recipe in all that time. At least not until the humans showed up.

In the distant past, some races like the vulptanis had interesting technology to add, or others, like the esquinines, had an inspired governmental process. But the humans? Well, they had none of these overt boons.

But what they did have, was ideas. Odd ones, but every now and then a tiny change here or there had a ripple effect that confounded established processes down the line. Some good, some bad.

So, when the human was stood there, arms wide, a broad smile plastered over her face and offered the team to come to her domicile for 'drinks', the crew hesitated when they realised their first gut reaction was to say no. Afterall, you didn't invite practical strangers into your nest, den or home, colleagues or not it was done.

"Sure?" replied the taurian, always first to side with the human, even to his detriment. Male taurians were meant to know how to handle any social situation after all, it was why he oversaw managing the haphazard group.

The ursidain, a male who hadn't quite decided if he liked the tiny, stick thin creatures yet, rolled his eyes whilst facing away from the group, he'd wait, let the rest of them decide before throwing in his own choice with the popular choice. The ssypno clapped his hands together with a joyful look plastered across his face.

"I've never seen a human home before! Of course! Do you need me to bring anything?"

"Only if you want something specific to drink, a friend of mine works in logistics; a bunch of beer, or rather what was described as beer. The kegs got damaged and the snooty sluggat who they were for refused to accept them. They were paid for so he basically gave me a bunch as he needed the warehouse space, should be enough to tide you guys over and I made sure to have plenty of food in so-"

"What time?" Asked the ursidain, not intending to interrupt the human, but to be fair he'd need to go and get washed first. At the mention of food his head had whipped round, ears perked.

"Soon as you're ready, all I'm going to do when I get home is get changed. Apparently, the comet that flew by earlier today has a tail that'll give us a bit of a light show." She explained. It was as a good excuse as any, the ursidain would get to eat, the ssypno would get to satisfy his curiosity and the taurian would suffer through, but watch, monitor and learn what he could.

The team broke up and went their separate ways. It was barely a few hours later, that the trio of aliens met up with one another again as they navigated to the human's apartment. It was an interesting travel, the human's home was a secret, they were banned from revealing it and were escorted at one point by a squad of canids to ensure they weren't being followed. As the 'B' repair team, they were used to getting the crap jobs, the jobs the rest of the teams didn't want. So the fact they got an escort and were brought to a very nice hab-block with all the airs and graces that came with that life?

It stroked their egos ever so gently, endearing them to the human for this opportunity. No rich citizen would invite 'their kind' here normally. Not unless a toilet was broken.

Stepping up to the door, they scratched their claws down the metal plate to announce themselves and moments later their human colleague let them in with a smile and a flourish.

"Hey! Come on through, I rigged up an ice bath on the balcony so if you got anything that needs cooling down, you can stick it in there. Foods next to the doors too!" The female human finished with a chuckle, lightly elbowing the ursidain in the rotund belly. The giant brown bear grinned at his weight being acknowledged; he'd tried hard to ensure he kept up appearances, it was nice that someone other than a fellow ursidain finally paid him a compliment. To the ursidains, to be accused of getting thin was on par with the worst insult one could think of after all.

Stepping through the door, the home wasn't too far removed from the standard template, but the home itself had some odd styleistic choices. The ssypno made no effort to hide his curiosity, moving around, running his fingers over the counter tops. Everything was too small, but he loved the rugs that tied to room together, plus it was nice to have something other than the cold floors beneath him.

He shamelessly stole the idea of rugs everywhere for his own meagre home.

The whole team eventually settled on the balcony that overlooked 'The Great Glass Ceiling' that was the ceiling and sides of all the spinning circular station that residents this side of the station enjoyed for an unobstructed view of space. At first, conversation was hesitant, the nervousness of meeting co-workers outside of a work environment was alien, but with drinks and food available, eventually the walls came down. They settled into the banter they had during the day, realising that they were no different from who they were at work, just more relaxed.

The comet's 'tail' was a sight to behold as micro-meteors lashed the station's shielding creating a display of shooting stars that were hard to come by outside of specific planets. Even the shield added its own glowing display that coloured the darkened residential district.

What came from this evening was a noted high cohesion of the team by upper management and the taurian manager. All of a sudden, during work hours they were far more in sync with one another and became even more so over time. Their efficiency skyrocketed from a lower end of the average to being classed as 'ideal' by the station AI. Upper management, obviously wanted to recapture this lightning in a bottle. So began their plan to enforce 'team building exercises' for all workers outside of work hours. This initiative ended as a unmitigated disaster and almost universally hated when employed with the various other races.

The Administrator of the station instead decided to recreate the original environmental settings while instructing nearby stations to do the same and see what would happen. Several food and drink deliveries were 'refused' for various false reasons and marked as 'free to be taken'. The human, and other humans on other stations, time and again, took the opportunity to share their wealth with their colleagues. Each time the various races took part with these 'drinks with the guys/girls' there was a noted positive increase to their work-life interactions.

Mind bogglingly, they invited near strangers into their homes or to established bars to simply 'make friends' with any species, not just their own.

The social engineering of humans, seemingly unintentionally, was a boon to any workplace should they have access to what was needed, meaning free booze and food, and placed with staff that were openly welcoming to newcomers. It was quietly designed that this would happen should a human appear in a station and request work.

Humans were excruciatingly rare still, but if one enquired about any open positions, a role was created in rapid order where the 'recommended' settings of human friendly crew were available. Each time and every time, the overall productivity, morale and team cohesion increased once the human began making friends in their own strange alien way.

The various AIs of each station communicated with one another and simply made the conditions easier for these humans to work their magic. For the cost of a single delivery of consumables, these humans made work teams who were struggling into top notch employees.

[stil-lindigo]

hello lindi! i've been following you since you were starting out pulse, and it's been an honour to see you grow both as an artist and as a person⏤the way you approach sociopolitical issues with strength and optimism is simply incredible, and it teaches me a lot about my relationship with activism as well.

in that vein, i wanted to ask a question. on twitter, i've seen people asking others to completely cut down on posting personal art or about special interests and focus 100% on talking about palestine for the whole week. while i am doing it the best i can, i have some reservations and doubts about this approach of striking, especially since it's not a sentiment i'm seeing on any other social media platform or even on different twitter communities.

i just wanted to get your opinion on this⏤do you think it's effective or necessary? i fear i may be being too pessimistic about it, which is the last thing i want to do.

thank you always, i hope these asks aren't wearing on you.

hello anon :) It inspires a lot of awe in me that you're still here after four (five?) years - i'm extremely honoured and humbled to have earned your patronage for so long.

for the twitter/social media strike, I have the stance where I don't think the message for palestine is dampened by people still posting about their special interests, mainly for a few reasons.

While it would have been incredibly powerful to have a general posting blackout besides pro-palestine messages, it was never going to realistically happen. There are people who aren't online who won't learn about the strike until it's too late, people who maintain a main and an alt and only post fandom stuff on the alt (which is private or has 12 followers so who cares, they'll post their genshin husbands), people who just prioritise their escapism over anything else. I can't hold it against them too, because trying to impose a "you can ONLY post about palestine" decree (even for just a week) will breed resentment in droves, which i think would make the movement lose steam incredibly fast. For most people, social media is escapism. It's a privilege afforded to those who can turn off their phone, or close a tab and leave all the horrors behind. But at the end of the day, we all do it, and to some extent I think that balance is necessary so that you stay sane. Activism is a lifestyle, not a brief stint, where balance has to be maintained to make sure you can do as much as you can for as long as you can.

You kind of have to realise that nobody can reach through a screen and police someone's social media use or thoughts. I've been observing the general rules of the strike, but to be fair I'm in the boat where that's not very different to how I've been posting for the past few months anyway, so it's no big sacrifice on my part. There are people out there on social media right now who deserve shame for their "escapism". The type to proudly boast about muting words like "palestine", "israel", "genocide" - they're callous, and cruel, and lonely souls searching for a brief high in attention and outrage. But I am seeing people on my feed observe the strike, I am seeing more resources about Palestine, I am seeing dipshits get shamed. The strike's goal to push Palestine resources to the forefront of the feed, to get it trending, has (so far) been working.

So...this was longwinded but - tldr; we were always gonna have people who prioritised their fandom over a genocide so you can't really be too disappointed by it (well, you can, but I'm not since it's just a "*shrug* that's how most people are"-type situation) but there are people who are observing the strike halfway and people who are doing it all the way and they're lifting us all up, so the strike's call to action did work and is currently doing what it's supposed to.

[bts-hyperfixation]

Outside of the Fox

Chapter 30 of 35

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Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

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"I wonder if they know they've stunk out the entire house?" Seokjin chuckles.

He and Namjoon were preparing for dinner, or more aptly Namjoon was watching Seokjin prepare for dinner. They hadn't realised the two of you were home and upstairs until it was too late, the pork belly needed to be watched and they couldn't escape back into the garden where it was safe. 

"I'm not sure how they couldn't know," Namjoon says.

The air around them permeated with the overly aromatic scent of lavender and rosemary. Namjoon tried to take shallow breaths to stop it from affecting him, but he couldn't help shuffling uncomfortably on the barstool as he got hard at just the thought of what Jimin might be doing to you upstairs. He flicked his wrist to distract himself but the pain seemed to have the opposite effect. 

Seokjin watched Namjoon out of the corner of his eye as he flipped the pork belly over to sear it. He wasn't as unaffected as he was trying to act either. The older man bit his lip as he tried to focus on the task at hand, but his mind kept running to thoughts of the bear sitting across from him. 

They had been sleeping in bed next to one another for the entire week and Namjoon hadn't made a single move past kissing, it was driving Jin mad. When Namjoon invited him on the family trip after their little tiff he had assumed they would take the next step in their relationship as soon as they had the chance. He had thought about making a move himself, but Namjoon had seemed so on edge so early on in the holiday he hadn't wanted to push and since then the moment hadn't seemed right. 

However, watching the way Namjoon was squirming, now might've been his best chance to take the next step. The pork belly was just about ready to take off the heat in order to rest, and the scent of lavender had just spiked. It was too tempting not to take his shot. He turned off the gas and placed the pan on the back of the stove while Namjoon's attention was elsewhere. 

The younger man's eyes had glazed over as he pinched the skin on his hand again. Seokjin slips around to the other side of the breakfast bar, sidling in behind Namjoon. He raises his hands up to Namjoon's strong shoulders and begins to massage them. Immediately Namjoon tensed up rather than relaxing, although Seokjin had expected that. 

He leans in and blows gently against Namjoon's ear before whispering to him. 

"Why don't you let me help you unwind Joonie?" 

"I've never been good at letting myself go," Namjoon confesses.

It's clear that he tries to relax into Jin's touch but it's halfhearted, so Jin gives up on the massage and goes straight for the gold. He trails his fingers down along Namjoon's biceps, squeezing the muscles gently and then he moves on to his forearms. He plays with Namjoon's fingers for a little while and the younger man leans back into him. 

Jin's fingers drop into Namjoon's lap, he walks them along the thick thighs, teasing his way up and down the bare skin, Namjoon's swim trunks bunching around the top of his legs as he sits. Each time Jin's hands get close to Namjoon's centre, the bear moans just a little, more sensitive than usual as he drinks in yours and Jimin's scents in the air around him.

Just as Seokjin brings his hands to the apex of Namjoon's thigh, just a hair breath away from touching his goal when Namjoon's hands cover his.

"I don't think we should be doing this in the kitchen," Namjoon says.

"Why, I'm not scared of an audience, are you?" Jin teases.

He presses his lips across Namjoon's shoulder

"For our first time together I had really hoped for something more romantic." Namjoon sighs.

The younger man swivels in his stool until he is facing Jin properly. He reaches out and wraps his arms around Jin's small waist, his hands coming to rest on the doctor's bum as he pulls him in closer. 

"We have had plenty of romantic moments this week Namjoon and you haven't made a single pass at me," Jin rolls his eyes.

"I didn't know you wanted me to make a pass at you, I didn't know we were there yet," Namjoon stumbles over his words.

Jin chuckles over him being so easily flustered. The older man leans down and kisses Namjoon on the nose. 

"You think way too much, you know that?"

"It's hard to turn my brain off," Namjoon says sheepishly.

"Then for god sake man, just let me help you," Jin responds in mock exasperation. 

Namjoon relents, his hands coming away from Jin's bum. He fluttered his fingers around Jin's torso until he reached his shoulders before grabbing onto his broad shoulders and pulling him in for a kiss. They waste little time in deepening the embrace. Jin pushes Namjoon up against the breakfast bar, almost climbing into his lap.

The doctor nibbles at Namjoon's lower lip making him gasp and Jin takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into the kiss. 

Jin grinds his erection against Namjoon's leg, moaning at the relief the slight friction awards him. 

"I knew you would sound pretty like this," Namjoon mumbled.

"You haven't heard anything yet," 

Jin pulls back from Namjoon and takes his hand. They take off towards the stairs, giggling at each other like naughty schoolchildren. They don't even bother to close the door behind them, too eager to continue their elicit escapades. Jin pushes Namjoon onto the mattress and wastes no time mounting him. He flicks his hips against Namjoon's, brushing their crotches together through their swim shorts.

Namjoon groans as Jin works their hips together. 

"How about I get you out of those swim shorts?" Jin murmurs, leaning down to nibble on Namjoon's ear.

The bear nods enthusiastically, so Jin wraps his fingers around the waistband of Namjoon's trunks and yanks them down. He had felt Namjoon's size a number of times now but nothing compared to seeing it in its full glory. His mouth waters at the thought of wrapping his tongue around the length.

"No wonder you have so many happy mates," Jin beams. 

He wriggles back off of Namjoon's thighs until his eyes are in line with Namjoon's crotch.

He wraps one hand around the length and bends to lick at the precome dribbling from the tip. The salty taste does nothing to quell the way his mouth watered. He swallowed hard and then opened his mouth wide to fully encompass the top of the shaft.

Namjoon's toes curl. Jin's warm mouth felt like heaven on his skin. He reaches down to thread his fingers into the other's dark locks, tugging a little as the older man's hand begins to twist at his base. 

"You're making me feel like a teenager again, I don't know how long I'm going to last," Namjoon whines.

If anything that turned Jin on more. The fact that Namjoon was so sensitive drove him nuts, the man jerked at every small change in his ministrations. He grinds his own crotch against the bed to try and relieve some of the pressure in his own trunks. 

He thrusts into the duvet at the same pace as he bobs his head. He hollows his cheeks and sucks harder, willing Namjoon to cum down his throat. He can feel a knot tightening in his own stomach and is embarrassed to say he was so pent up he was going to spill over and make a mess of his swimwear. 

But he was determined to make Namjoon come undone first. 

He removes his hand from the shaft and reaches for Namjoon's balls instead. He fondles them carefully, testing the waters of what the other man can handle.

"Tug them harder Jinnie," He moans.

His fingers wrap tighter in the older man's hair. Jin does as he is told, using a much firmer grasp as he fondles Namjoon's testicles.

With one final groan and a harsh tug as a warning, Namjoon cums hard down Jin's throat, a bonfire scent filling the air as the pleasure rolls through his body. 

Jin shivers as the smokey smell mingles with yours and Jimin's already sweet odour. He pushes his harshly into the blush blanket and cums hard in his shorts.

"Did you just?..." Namjoon asks, lifting his head from the mattress to look at the panting man between his legs.

"Let's just say you might need to check on dinner while I change into something... fresh,"

"Dang I was so hoping to return the favour..." Namjoon pouted.

"Well, we will just have to rack up a round two later tonight." Jin shrugs.

"I'll hold you to it." Namjoon grinned.

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Luckily dinner had survived without the pair watching over it. 

You and Jimin had emerged from his room around twenty minutes before dinner was served. You had done your best to air out the bedroom, hoping the overwhelming combination of your scents had been contained by the locked door, but something about the sheepish looks around the table told you that it'd done a terrible job. 

You tried to keep your eyes down and on your food, but your cheeks felt hot with the prickly feeling of being watched.

From the corner of your eye, you could see a similarly bashful expression. It hadn't escaped your notice that his scent was also lingering heavily in the air. 

"So... anyone got any idea what they want to do for our second to last evening here," Taehyung asks, ignoring the awkward air.

"I thought I might go for a night swim," Jungkook chirps up.

"That sounds fun bun, maybe I'll join you," Taehyung winks suggestively.

Jungkook's ears turn a deep scarlet and he shovels more food into his face.

"I could do with a swim too," Jimin says.

Jungkook looks immediately relieved.

"Hobi and I were thinking of taking advantage of the jacuzzi. Y/N, would you like to join us?" Yoongi asks.

"Yeah, I feel like we haven't spent enough time together today..." Hobi flutters his eyelashes at you.

"Didn't you pair wake up in her bed?" Jin points out.

"I'm not sure how those two points are related..." Hobi pretends to be oblivious.

Jin shakes his head but drops it anyway. Neither he nor Namjoon are forthcoming with their plans but the flirty looks from Jin and general evasiveness from Namjoon made it easy to guess what they might be thinking.

The air of awkwardness lifts after Taehyung's icebreaker and dinner talk continues as it usually might. It's much later than any of you realised by the time dessert is cleared away but that doesn't;t prevent you from going about your earlier plans. 

Taehyung stays behind to tidy up as the rest of you disappear into the night. 

You change into yet another revealing bikini and make your way to the hut at the bottom of the garden where you'd discovered an indoor jacuzzi away from the main house. It's a beautifully dimly lit room with the tub sunk into the floor,  padded seating around the edges, and a minifridge for drinks in the corner. Hoseok and Yoongi are already sitting in the tub waiting for you.

Well maybe not waiting for you.

The two seem rather wrapped up in one another. They each hold a glass of champagne, arms linked as they toast to one another and take a swig. Yoongi is pretty much in Hoseok's lap, with barely any space between them. 

You clear your throat and they turn to look your way.

Hoseok releases a slow wolf whistle at the sight of you. Yoongi's eyes rove over every inch of your body, drinking you in. 

"Hurry up and climb in Y/N... before you get cold," Hoseok summons you forward. 

You lower yourself to the floor and slide into the wonderfully warm water. Stress you hadn't even realised you had been holding on to releases into the steam as the jets hit your back. The moment you settle, the two men separate to flank you on either side. 

"So... Y/N, how was your date with Jimin?" Yoongi said, a hint of teasing in his tone.

"It was a really nice picnic," You answer, not sure how much they suspected.

"When did you guys come back? We missed you this afternoon," Hoseok pouts.

"I... I don't really remember, not too late I don't think..."

"Having trouble remembering are you? Yeah, Jimin's tongue tends to cause amnesia..."

Your mouth opens and closes like a goldfish, coming up short when thinking of a way to deny the accusation without lying. 

"Oh Y/N, I'm just teasing," Yoongi chuckles.

He reaches out and places his finger under your chin, tilting your face towards him. He kisses you softly, tracing the line of your lips with his tongue. Hoseok follows his lead, kissing water droplets from the nape of your neck. Your body twists of its own accord, leading you to lean against Hobi's chest. His mouth follows the line of your shoulder, and he nips at the sensitive skin, leaving tiny bruises behind. 

As Hoseok's movements become more bold it feels as though Yoongi only becomes more apprehensive. The older man pulls away from you to watch the way your head lulls back onto Hobi's shoulder in his absence. You don't notice too much as Hoseok's arms encircle your waist pulling you fully into his lap. But Hobi notices the lack of resistance. 

"Puppy? What's wrong?" Hoseok asks, sitting you upright.

"Nothing is wrong, can't I just enjoy the show?" Yoongi deflects. 

"Not when you've been talking about us ravishing Y/N all week no." 

Yoongi's ears turn red as he lashes out and hits Hobi mockingly on the shoulder. The human only laughs in response. Your own cheeks heat up at the suggestion of the both of them talking about you. Hoseok reached out and caressed Yoongi's arm comfortingly.

"Is it the girl thing?" He asks.

Yoongi nods in response, suddenly shy.

"What girl thing?" You ask.

"Remember when we went on our first date?" Yoongi asks, you nod "Remember when I said I had never pursued a woman before? That means I've never been with a woman... you know sex-wise either..."

He doesn't look at you as he confesses his insecurity. It's oddly reassuring to know he is almost as nervous as you are to progress to the next step. Your afternoon with Jimin had certainly put your main concerns at ease, but it didn't really do much to quell the butterflies that flutter around your stomach every time you feel Hobi move his hands around your bare stomach. 

"I told you Jagiya, I'll guide you through it," Hoseok winks, cupping Yoongi's cheek.

"What do you mean by guiding him through it," You ask, twisting in his arms to look at him.

"Why don't we just show you?" Hoseok replies.

He lifts you from his lap onto the edge of the hot tub. You shiver as the cool air hits your damp skin. Hoseok drags his hands down your legs, pushing them apart just a little and then he backs away. Instead, he takes ahold of Yoongi's shoulders and guides him into the empty space between your legs.

One of his hands travels up, tangling in the hair at the nape of Yoongi's neck. Yoongi's hands fly to your knees to balance himself as Hoseok begins to force his head down. He grumbles a little at the pressure but allows the younger man to take control. 

"Now worship her thighs like you do Namjoon's," Hobi instructs. 

His voice is low and sexy, focus in his eyes as he watches Yoongi move, like he was born to command. 

"Now that is something I can happily do," 

Yoongi's eyes glint mischievously and he closes the rest of the gap between his mouth and your thigh. He licks a long stripe until he almost reaches your bathing suit, but his tongue disappears just before he touches the fabric. Your toes curl just thinking about how close he came to your centre. He bites his way back along where he had licked and then repeats his actions on the other side. 

His hands draw circles along your skin to compliment the movements of his lips. 

"Now that's a nice view," Hobi admires.

He floats back to the other edge of the jacuzzi to watch the show. Licking his lips in time with Yoongi's movements. 

You struggle to decide where to look. Hobi looked so sexy looking at you, but the man between your legs was practically begging for your attention, and then your brain was fighting for you to close your eyes and just enjoy the sensations. You're close to dragging Yoongi exactly where you want him when Hobi holds his hand up and instructs him to stop instead. 

"Y/N, lift your hips darling, let him take those bottoms off for you, they look very uncomfortable,"

You do as you're told, and Yoongi makes quick work of rolling the lycra down your legs and out of the way. 

"Such a good boy," Hoseok purrs and Yoongi flushes, "Now this is the really fun part. Yoongi, lean in and kiss her,"

Yoongi stands in the water, takes your face between his hands, and kisses you until you are breathless. His tongue plays delicately with yours, dancing around as his lips move expertly against yours. 

Hoseok allows it to go on for a short while before threading his fingers back into Yoongi's hair and dragging him away from you. 

"That's not where I meant puppy," He chuckles, looking between Yoongi's eyes and your exposed heat. "Let me show you." 

Hoseok opens your legs wider and slots himself between them. Yoongi becomes enraptured by the younger man, he watches intently as Hobi blows softly against your heat.

"Ready sweetheart?" he asks winking up at you. 

You nod, eager to see if he is as good as he seems to be suggesting. His tongue flicks across the small gap and teases the hood of your clit. He grins and wastes no more time. His tongue licks a long stripe along your pussy, the tip of his tongue delving into your hole, collecting your slick and smearing it along the rest of your folds. 

You are mesmerised as you watch the way his cheeks hollow as he sucks at your clit. You hear a moan escape and it takes a moment to realise it's neither yours nor Hobi's.

Yoongi's fingers are turning white as he digs them into his legs, leaning in to get a better look at what Hobi is doing to you. 

"God, you taste too good, maybe I don't want to stop and let him try," Hoseok moans.

Your head leans back as his tongue works faster. You reach out and Yoongi's hand meets yours holding on tightly. Two of Hoseok's long fingers join his tongue in his ministrations. He plays with your hole only for a moment before they push inside. 

"Now love, I know you can't see this part but you need to move your fingers like you're summoning her to you," Hobi instructs, punctuating his point with a harsh curl of his fingers inside you.

He turns to look at Yoongi to make sure he is paying attention, a line of spit and slick connects him to you as he speaks. The sight is sinful. Even worse when his free hand tugs Yoongi in by the chin for a kiss. The jackal practically cries when he tastes you on the other man's lips.

"Please let me try Hobi," He whines.

You never thought you'd hear him whine like that. 

"You can try after I finish her off Jagiya, I'm sure she can finish more than once for us," He promises.

Then Hobi turns his attention fully back to you. You crush Yoongi's hand as Hoseok's tongue goes faster and deeper. Your stomach ties knots around itself as your legs straighten of their own accord. You cum hard on his tongue, panting as he continues to work your clit long past your crest. 

When he finally moves away, Yoongi muscles him out of the way, desperate to taste you from the source. Any apprehension he was feeling prior to this moment seems to evaporate as he devours you. It's hard to tell if his tongue is better than Hoseok's or if just the oversensitivity of having just cum.

"I knew he'd be good at that," Hoseok whispers in your ear, propping himself up beside you on the edge. 

He has you lean against him again, supporting you as Yoongi pushes against your thighs to get better access to you. It takes no time before you're cumming again, Yoongi lapping up every drop. He doesn't stop until you cry out and push at his head. He still makes a point of kissing down your thigh as he pulls away, darkening the bruises he had left earlier. 

Hoseok tilts your head to kiss you softly. Yoongi stands to join the pair of you at your level, nosing into your kiss. It's awkward to kiss two people at once, but not unpleasant. It makes the three of you giggle as you fight one another for kisses. 

"Do you think you could manage one more orgasm, sweetheart," Hoseok asks, "I really would love to watch you come undone on Yoongi's cock, I mean look at how hard he is for you." 

Hoseok reaches out to grab Yoongi's crotch and your eyes follow the movement. Yoongi's cock strains against the limiting fabric of his trunks. 

"I...I think I might be able to," You try.

"Don't force yourself angel, we can entertain each other if you've been... tired out," Yoongi says.

"No, no I can do it," You assure them.

"That's a good girl," Hoseok beams, proud.

Yoongi wraps you in his arms and pulls you back down into the water with him, sitting you in his lap. Hoseok backs away to take in the whole view. 

"I think it's time to get rid of this," Yoongi says, untying the top of your bikini.

The fabric falls into the water and Yoongi's hands come up to cup your bare chest. His thumbs flash over your nipples and he chuckles as you quiver under his touch. You grind absently into his lap, his erection poking you in the back.

"Yoongi love, I think it's time to get rid of your... confines too," Hoseok suggests. 

He holds a hand out to you so you can stand and Yoongi shirks his trunks away. 

Yoongi guides you back down onto his shaft, they both help you to lower yourself slowly until you are fully seated with Yoongi buried deep inside of you. The water ripples around you as Hoseok disposes of his own swimwear in favour of also being nude. 

You can't look away as you see Hobi grab his cock, lazily jerking himself off as his eyes stay glued on the two of you in front of him.

"Go on then," He nods at Yoongi.

The jackal does as he is told thrusting up into you in time with Hoseok's hand. As Hobi speeds up so does he hitting hard into your most sensitive area, you tip forward to relieve the pressure slightly but you only succeed in encouraging him. His hips snap harder and faster. He massages your breasts as you bounce in his lap. 

You're closer to Hoseok now and he bends forward to peck you on the lips, his free hand wiping a tear from your cheek. 

The water sloshes harshly around you as the pair move in tandem. 

You see Hoseok bite down on his lip moments before he cums, the string of white flying up to land on your face. He has the decency to look a little ashamed as he does his best to wipe it away from your eyes. Your tongue flicks out before you think about it, tasting him on your lips. 

"That was far too sexy to be reasonable," Hoseok groans, kissing you again. 

Yoongi seems to agree as he pulls you back by the shoulder, settling you properly in his lap as he cums deep inside of you. One hand wanders away from your chest to play with your clit. 

"I'm starting to suspect you never needed my help here," Hoseok says, raising an eyebrow.

"I've watched enough porn," Yoogni shrugs.

Your entire body shakes as your orgasm washes over you, it feels almost like you're peeing as you cum hard, slouching back against Yoongi completely tuckered out. 

"Okay, I think we should get you dry and into a nice warm bed," Hoseok says, clambering out of the tub. 

Yoongi helps to push you up to Hobi's awaiting arms. Hoseok wraps you up in a fluffy towel and holds you close, keeping you warm as you dry off. Yoongi fetches a towel for himself and for Hobi, slinging the fluffier one around the human's shoulders. 

"How're your legs Y/N, still got enough energy to walk back to the house?" Yoongi asks, taking you from Hoseok's arms to lean up against him. 

"I think so," You confirm.

The pair lead you back into the villa and up into their room. There's no sign of the others as you pass, but you aren't really inclined to look for them at that moment. 

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"This entire place reeks of sex now" Jungkook laments to Jimin the next morning.

He had gone to bed all riled up with no one to take out his frustration on. Jimin had crawled into bed with Taehyung after their swim, and you, Hoseok, and Yoongi had shut the door to their bedroom hours before the three youngest had returned from their swim. He had intended to find Namjoon and Jin but the heightened smell of  Jin's citrusy scent suggested it might be best to leave well enough alone.

After their long talk last time he had felt left out, Jungkook was trying desperately to be happy for them all, knowing it was not a reflection on him. But it was their last day and he had started it far too grumpy. 

"Aw Jungkookie, we can have breakfast outside if you'd prefer... Although the dining area might be a little too close to the jacuzzi hut to really avoid that smell," Jimin chuckled. 

Jungkook didn't find that funny. He grumbled into his coffee. 

"Aw bunny, if you're feeling left out, I'd be more than happy to help you join in," Taehyung says, ruffling the man's hair as he comes into the kitchen.

The poor bunny turns vermillion as his coffee suddenly becomes the most interesting thing in the room. Jimin shoots Taehyung a look that suggests it was a poorly timed joke. Taehyung shoots one back that suggests it wasn't a joke. Jimin chokes on his own coffee as the panda pulls out the chair beside Jungkook, grabbing the pitcher of juice from the middle of the table and pouring a glass for himself. 

"What do you say Jungkook, fancy a romp? I've been thinking about you all week in those little trunks of yours." Taehyung winks.

He wraps an arm around Jungkook's shoulder and Jimin fully expects him to shake it off, but he doesn't. Instead, he leans into the embrace. Jimin raises his eyebrows but doesn't say anything for fear of ruining the moment, he thought Jungkook would still be a little scared of intimacy with the newer pack members. 

Taehyung lays his cheek against Jungkook's head looking unbelievably domestic, something close to comfortable, if only Jungkook's cheeks would de-flush back to his regular tanned tone. 

"I was thinking of spending the day by the pool again, perhaps we could share one of those double loungers on the far side with the gossamer curtains?" Taehyung suggests. 

Jungkook just nods, reaching out for a pastry to shove in his mouth as a distraction.

"Great," Taehyung beams, "Care to join us Chim?" He winks.

"Oh, I'm not going to miss this," Jimin grins.

Taehyung doesn't know what he has gotten himself into. 

Slowly the other members of the pack stroll into the kitchen, lazy smiles on each of their faces. 

Seokjin walks in first, he also ruffles Jungkook's hair and the youngest preens at the touch.

When Yoongi enters, he kisses each member sitting at the table. Even giving Taehyung a quick peck that the panda rushes to deepen before the jackal can pull away. 

Hoseok makes himself comfortable immediately, he stretches out in one of the chairs, taking a pastry from Jungook's plate. He then steals Taehyung's juice to take a swig rather than pouring his own. Yoongi hits him around the head but still waits on him handing him his own mug of steaming coffee.

Namjoon practically dances into the room, high on the happy scents of those who matter to him the most in the world. He stoops to scent each one, not even thinking to hesitate as he reaches Hoseok, who thankfully accepts the scenting with no issue. If anything the human wished he had a stronger inclination to do it in return. 

Finally, you stumble in, legs still a little weak from the day before. You barely make it over the threshold before Jungkook's hand shoots out and grabs your wrist. He tugs you gently and you fall into his lap with no resistance. His nose buries into your scent gland and he takes a deep breath. 

"You smell so pretty when you're this happy." Jungkook sighs dreamily.

He picks up one of the croissants from his plate and brings it up for you to take a bite. You do so happily and then he takes a bite for himself. 

"Are we planning to do anything today? I'm feeling a little tired if I'm honest," You say

"I bet you are," Taehyung mumbles so only you and Jungkook can hear him.

"No, I think we should hang around the villa, and make sure we are all packed and ready. I want everyone to go and fetch your passports to give to me so I can keep them safe," Namjoon directs.

"We are not giving you our passports Joonie, I love you but you'll lose them immediately," Yoongi points out. 

The bear has the audacity to look offended for a moment, before reconsidering.

"Give them to Jin," He concedes.

Everyone agrees and when you've all finished your dinner you escape to make sure all of your possessions are packed up and ready to go. 

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Taehyung doesn't give Jungkook the chance to back out of spending the day with him. As soon as you have finished finished packing up your room the man disappears in search of the bunny. 

He finds him and Jimin still in their room packing up a plethora of burrowing materials Jungkook had insisted on bringing so his room in the villa would feel like his room in the house. Taehyung grabs some of the pillows and pushes them into a vacuum bag ready for Jimin to suck the air out of. 

The three continue to pack in silence for a little while until everything is finally gathered and the only things left out are pyjamas for tonight and their travel documents. 

"I'm going to run these over to Jin," Jimin says, collecting the passports from the duvet.

The red panda scurries from the room, leaving Jungkook alone with Taehyung. The panda grins suggestively making Jungkook fidget. Jungkook had forgotten that technically pandas are predators until he saw that glint in Taehyung's eye, the glint that made his heart feel like it was going to burst from his chest. 

Jungkook's ears tucked down and he slowly started to back away as Taehyung advanced at an equally slow pace.

"You don't need to be scared of me bunny, I just want to show you a good time," He holds his hands up in surrender, stopping a couple of feet away from where Jungkook had backed himself into a corner.

Jungkook's eyes opened comically wide as he glanced around the room to try and find an escape. Taehyung readjusts his stance, seemingly remembering who he was dealing with, he steps to the side to allow Jungkook to run away if he really wanted to. 

"I...I'm not scared..." Jungkook puffs out his chest.

"Really? Could've fooled me..." Taehyung shrugs.

Jungkook rolls out his shoulders and shivers as the stress shakes through his body. 

"How about we head outside? Out in the open with everyone else?" Taehyung suggests holding out his hand for Jungkook to take.

Jungkook nods quickly and takes Taehyung's hand. His palm is sweaty but Taehyung doesn't let go. They make their way into the garden and find the rest of you all lounging around. Namjoon has you in his lap, reading to you lazily. Yoongi and Hoseok are tossing a ball back and forth in the pool. and Jimin and Jin have yet to emerge from the villa. 

Taehyung leads Jungkook past all of you to the double lounger he'd had his eyes on all week. The padding is far more comfortable than he was expecting. He sinks onto the chair and then pulls Jungkook down on top of him. The bunny freezes for a moment, hands braced on Taehyung's bare chest before he seems to remember himself a scurries off to the side. It makes Taehyung chuckle watching the flustered younger man, he is just too cute. 

Taehyung follows the bunny, rolling onto his side. He runs a finger down Jungkook's surprisingly chiselled abs. Jungkook squeaks as his stomach tenses up. Taehyung kisses Jungkook's shoulder just to hear him squeak again.

"Leave the poor guy alone," Jimin reprimands, sliding onto the edge of the lounger.

"If he wanted me to stop he would tell me, wouldn't you bun?" Taehyung asks.

He props himself up on his arm to look at Jungkook more directly. It seems Jungkook's tongue has disappeared but he nods enthusiastically.

"See" Taehyung sticks his tongue out at Jimin. "Jungkook is a good boy, he knows when to tell me to stop."

He leans in a teases Jungkook with soft kisses. Jungkook moans, his lips following Taehyung's every time he pulls away. 

"Guess he does know what he wants," Jimin shrugs.

Jimin rubs his hands along Jungkook's calves as Taehyung continues to play with kisses, not quite leaning in to kiss him properly. Jimin's fingers wander as he watches Tae, he makes his way over JK's knees and up his thighs, scratching as he goes. He can see the bulge growing quickly in Jungkook's pants as he gets riled up, it wouldn't be long until his switch flipped and Taehyung was in for an experience. 

"You know Tae, you might want to stop messing around if you want to get what you're going for..." Jimin suggests.

"I think I know what I'm doing here..." Taehyung says.

Still, he takes the advice and kisses Jungkook passionately. The hand he isn't using to balance draws up to Jungkook's nipples. He pinches a twists the dark buds and whisper against the younger man's lips.

"These are so pretty baby, I hate that you're going to be wearing a shirt more after today." 

Jungkook's reply sounds more like a growl than the whine that Taehyung had been expecting. He pulls back to find Jungkook's eyes are no longer wide and innocent, but focused and thin. He looks at Taehyung like he is hungry, making the older man swallow hard. He barely has a chance to take a breath before Jungkook is rolling them over and pushing him down. 

Jungkook licks Taehyung's scent gland possessively while Jimin chuckles watching the scene unfold. Taehyung looks mildly terrified and extremely turned on as Jungkook takes over the seduction. He had planned to worship the younger man until he was finally completely comfortable with him, but this worked too. He let Jungkook claim him, lying still as the bunny's tongue ran wild across his neck and shoulders.

Jungkook releases a low rumble that sounds like he is purring. 

Taehyung is unbelievably endeared by this confident side of Jungkook.

"Does this happen a lot when he is horny?" He asks a very amused-looking Jimin.

"Uhuh, He is like our own little wind-up toy. Turn him on and watch him go," Jimin shrugs.

"That might've been nice to know before I ended up pinned under him,"

Jungkook continues marking his territory with kisses and nips, seemingly oblivious to the conversation going on around him. 

"But that would've taken away from my fun. Are you really complaining about it?" Jimin raised an eyebrow.

"Absolutely not." Taehyung grinned, turning back to the man in his lap. 

He threaded his fingers into Jungkook's hair and tugged until the man's lip fell upon his own. He nibbled at the bunny's bottom lip until it started to swell, taking his time to enjoy the heavy feel of the man atop him. Jungkook's hips moved of their own accord, grinding down against Tae's crotch. The pair moan together succeeding in making Jimin just as hard as them. 

The red panda reaches down inside of his shorts to palm himself for relief. He starts with short languid motions favouring his tip with his thumb as his eyes stay glued to his lovers as they finally explore one another. 

"Let me be on top Kookie, show you what I can do for you," Taehyung asks.

"No," Jungkook replies. 

He shuffles down in Taehyung's lap and returns to his tongue's earlier exploration. He flicks across Taehyung's scent gland briefly releasing another plume of chocolate into the air. Then he licks down to Taehyung's nipples, taking each one between his teeth, sucking and nibbling at the buds until they are pebbled to his satisfaction. He finishes his exploration of Taehyung's torso with a brief dip into his navel, making the panda jump beneath him.

"Kookie, did you know Taehyung really, really likes to see his pretty skin when it's all purple and bruised? Especially along his hips. Why don't you see what damage those bunny teeth of yours can really manage?" Jimin encourages. 

The eldest has started moving his fist a little faster inside his shorts now as Jungkook follows his directions.

Jungkook carefully folds down the waistband of Tae's shorts so he can see his full 'V' at the bottom of his torso. A small amount of pubic hair peaks out over the top of the fabric. Jungkook starts on the left side, biting hard at the very top of Taehyung's hip bones making him shout. 

Jimin glances behind him to see everyone's eyes glance in their direction but he holds a finger up to his lips and winks. You all immediately go back to minding your own business, although some of you can't help a few wandering glances. 

Jungkook briefly admires the sharp imprint of his teeth, leaving tiny little bruises in the shape of his jaw on the previously unmarred skin, then he continues his way along the v-shape sucking smaller bruises in his wake. He stops just as he reaches the pubic hair, tempted to reveal even more but deciding better of it for now. Instead, he mirrors his actions on the other side, creating more angry red marks.

"They look so pretty Jungkook," Taehyung compliments, glancing down at his new decorations. "Will you let me worship you yet?" 

"No!" Jungkook giggles.

He moves back to straddle Taehyung's hip once more. He takes hold of the older man's wrists and pins them above his head. Then he kisses each of Taehyung's cheeks, then his forehead, and finally his mouth. He grinds hard against Taehyung, laying his claim by pressing as much of his body as he can to Taehyung's as he has his way with him. 

Mostly, the panda just takes it, chuckling a little as he gets more worked up but is powerless to do anything against him. He isn't used to not having the control it's... novel. It feels like Jungkook might be working towards something big.

And then Jin is calling them inside for lunch. 

Jungkook's ears go red as he comes back to himself. He squeaks and tries to scurry inside to meet the others for dinner before Taehyugn can comment. But Jimin stops him from bolting.

"Why so jumpy bun? That was hot as hell," Taehyung says, sitting up so he can kiss Jungkook one more time, "I only wish we had time to finish,"

"Maybe we will have a chance this evening," Jimin suggests.

Jungkook just nods, hoping they don't expect him to speak properly. He moves to get up and follow the others inside for lunch, only for Jimin to pull him back.

"We might want to wait and cool down for a little while before heading in bun," He says gesturing to the tents in each of their pants. 

By the time they do make it inside, you have all mostly finished your sandwiches, snacking on crisps and salads as the meal winds down.

For the rest of the day, it is suggested that you all spend time together, rather than off on your own. And so you do, playing games in the pool and cuddling up to watch movies under fluffy blankets until the early hours. leaving you all with only short naps before you have to leave for the airport and return to reality.

Next

Masterlist

Send me asks - doesn’t have to be fic related. Can be smutty, thirsty, fluffy, angsty, whatever you’re feeling regarding BTS. Can be literally anything doesn’t have to be BTS

[ken-dom]

tell me something about lars realizing how big his hands actually are

This unintentionally got kinda long for something that’s not really a fic, so it’s under a readmore! @heresthestorymorningglory gave me the most delicious idea for this and I’m giving her full credit for the bit where Lars thinks about choking.

(fluff and nsfw, afab!reader, fingering, choking mention, bruising)

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Lars knows he’s strong. He’s stronger than he realises, yes, but he knows he’s really good at chopping wood and that being good at it requires more than average strength. He knows he’s tall too; taller than most when he stands up straight. He knows he’s generally big, but he isn’t really aware of the effects his size can have.

Like how powerful it makes him feel when you’re pressed flush to his chest, fingers intertwined with his while you sway to the soft jazz that fades into the background as you tune in to one another’s breathing instead.

In a flash of inspiration, Lars dares to slip his hands out of yours and place them at your waist, holding you close to him. You can hear he's holding his breath. It's intimate, and, dare he think it, a little sexy to hold you like this, and when he’s overcome with a sudden urge to lift you, feeling bold, does just that — seamless, graceful and easy. He surprises even himself.

You feel small in his gentle, steady grip. His palms and fingers splay out over your back, softly exploring. He covers almost every square inch, and he likes that. He likes feeling big and strong when he holds you, like he’s protecting you, keeping you safe… making you his.

The realisation of his actual hand size, though? That comes later on. When your physical relationship develops from chaste kisses and innocent handholding to making out and touching.

Sliding inside your underwear, his fingers are caressing and careful. His breath catches in his throat and his cheeks burn when he feels how wet you are, and his head swims because this is just as he’s imagined it would feel. Better somehow. Real.

When his middle finger strokes through your folds and pushes inside, he gasps at how tight you feel around him. He’s stretching you with just one finger, thick and long and elegant, beckoning you to the brink with a precision that makes you wonder how on earth he’s never done this before.

And later still, when he’s buried to the hilt inside you and his confidence allows him to explore his desires a little further, as his hips snap against yours, he considers how he could wrap just one hand around your throat. If you wanted it. He won’t do it. Not yet. But he likes how small your throat looks in comparison to his hands and the way his fingers could tighten around it. He feels a thrill run through him at how easy it would be. He knows it won’t be the last time he thinks about this.

The marks he leaves on your body are just as appealing. He apologises profusely the first time he leaves some, tears stinging his worried eyes while he’s busying himself with aftercare and comes across a series of fingertip shaped bruises at your hip. Those very fingertips trail over the purpling flesh as he wracks his brain, trying to think of ways he could make this better, make it up to you.

'I've hurt you,' he sniffles, trying to pull himself together.'

'I liked it,' you answer, surprised he doesn't already know.

He never thought you’d actually enjoy it, the way he did when he lost control and growled into your ear that you’re his, holding your hips still in his unfathomably tight grip while he ravaged you, and his fingertips dug so deep into your flesh that your own pleasure peaked with a strangled cry of bliss.

Blushing, he looks a little closer, this time with admiration in place of concern. He smirks when he really sees for the first time just how big his hands must be, just how powerful and strong. And most importantly, what they can do to you.

[fushiglow]

am i the only one who still thinks megumi is coming back???

let's talk about the 230 leaks!! once again, satoru proved he's him and i never doubted him for a second, but every week more and more people seem to lose hope for megumi and i feel like i'm on another planet?? maybe i'm just coping, but i think there are more signs in 230 that he isn't down and out yet:

gojo is visibly concerned when megumi tanks unlimited void. why would he care if he wasn't trying to save him? yeah yeah, water is wet, but lots of people have been worried about this. clearly, gojo hasn't given up on megumi yet, and he's way smarter and stronger than me!! so, if gojo hasn't given up, neither have i.

we see megumi for the first time in ten chapters!!!! sure, he's not looking too hot right now, but as long as we can see him, he isn't gone (he's still in fetal position so he's gonna get his maki moment, trust!!)

we also see megumi's soul, or at least gojo does. the visual when he realises that megumi took the hit is very similar to the visual from the 'my soul knows otherwise' moment in shibuya. there are two orbs this time — presumably the larger one is sukuna and the smaller one is megumi — but again, i think that as long as gojo can see his soul, sukuna hasn't succeeded in sinking it.

gojo's last line in the chapter is a direct reference to the first time he fought sukuna in front of, you guessed it, megumi!! i don't know whether it's a message from gojo to megumi or a message from gege to the readers, but gege never self-references by accident. was it just a little 'hang in there' to megumi, or are we gonna see some of the beats from the first fight play out again??? 👀

a couple of thematic things which i think work in megumi's favour too:

seeing the smiling faces of gojo's students getting behind him RIGHT before sukuna starts thinking about love and strength and solitude feels kinda 'power of love and friendship' to me. maybe gojo isn't as alone as he thought and perhaps that's the edge he has over sukuna OR sukuna is about to pull out whatever yorozu gave him... or perhaps what tsumiki gave megumi????

on that note, i really didn't get what gojo said about megumi's soul adapting to the 'process' of unlimited void rather than the effect. we'll have to wait for the translations but, knowing gege, it's probably ambiguous on purpose. however, it's yet more crumbs about the whole body/soul connection. the fact that sukuna didn't expect it to affect the brain of the body he's occupying is very interesting, no????

look, gojo said he's gonna take care of things, so he's GONNA TAKE CARE OF THINGS 😤 (god i hope i'm not clowning)

i think this chapter beats 229 as my favourite of the fight so far though. i know some people are bored of this arc, but i've really enjoyed the unpredictability of it. i will concede that the cliffhangers have felt a bit icky at times, but i'm not gonna blame that on gege. at the end of the day, they want sales.

i'm giving up guessing what's gonna happen week-by-week though, because gege just keeps throwing curveballs. i think it's safer to stick to broader predictions based on the themes already established, because it feels like they're increasingly coming to the forefront.

anyway, this actually started out as an essay about gojo's character before i decided i really wanted to talk about megumi. guess i'll post that tomorrow because 230 has got me feeling FEELINGS about this man. with tomorrow's episode on top of that, it's a hell of a week to be a gojo stan!!

[coralpolyp]

I'm not dead!

Hey look here's a redraw of the really terrible bit of digital art I did for last year's Mar13 day as proof! Apparently I didn't even finish the first one on time! Yikes!

I'm well aware that it's been a minute or two since I last posted anything on here or on AO3 - to be more precise, it's been since Splatoon 1 died and I wrote that 8000 word depressing thing - I don't know why 8000 words always seems to be my sweet spot, but it's good to know that I have one. That being said, and with Side Order: Dark Side Mix currently MIA, I thought it'd be a good idea to to have what it is that I'm doing right now on-record in some capacity, for the one or two people who were wondering.

The next few weeks are exam season, so I don't think it's going to be smooth sailing per se, but Dark Side Mix will be completed. After running into a snag with the opening act - namely with the fact that it sucks - I started reworking the entire fic from top to bottom under a new name...and then I lost motivation to do that because perfectionism set in, and I haven't really touched it in a little while.

In the time that I've been away from it, I feel like I've become increasingly aware of how that perfectionism negatively effects me and my work - namely the fact that very little of it actually exists. I mean, sure, people seem to like the stuff that does exist, but there isn't much, and a lot of things are unfinished - usually because I placed too much value on the potential of "the idea", and spent so long labouring over the start of it that by the 10,000 word mark I had realised the flaws of the idea and lost interest in it.

I can't help thinking that's a bit lame. Every other writer has 100s and thousands of words of terrible amateur works they can go back to and laugh at, before they created the masterpieces they're known for now, and my story is that I just kinda show up every once in a while.

I think there's a real beauty to that - creating for the sake of creation, with no fucks given. Maybe this isn't the finest example, but I finally started listening to My Dad Wrote a Porno recently and...I mean... the sheer lack of fucks given is well and truly a gift that keeps on giving. Same goes for Philosophy of the World. Or SMG4 back in like 2014. Or old Eddsworld stuff. There's just a certain carefree joy (or existential dread in the case of the Shaggs) to it all that you never get anywhere else. It's like the difference between a 30 second gesture drawing and 6 hours of carefully-deliberated-over anatomy.

All that is to say - Dark Side Mix is a fundamentally flawed story. It is not high art, it never will be. I should probably just get it out there in it's entirety for the world to see in the time I have available to write, and then move on to the next "brilliant-idea"-that's-actually-just-ok. Nobody likes an "idea guy" - what good is it to spend one's entire life going around saying "I never finished this story, but it was great in my head, and the bit that you can actually read was alright too,"? Creativity should be about getting in there, making a mess, and having fun - let fanfiction be fanfiction, with that being addressed to nobody but myself, because nobody else needed to hear it.

Oh, also, another reason for my absence besides creative block and exams - I'm getting into comics! That, and practising my art fundamentals a whole bunch - I don't think my drawabox is particularly interesting to look at, so I haven't exactly been posting it. I've decided that I want to try giving an idea I had for what would've been another depressing Squid Sister 8000-worder the comic treatment, although you shouldn't expect to see that anytime soon, considering how long it's gonna take, and the fact that I would want to release something like that in no more than two parts.

[tackytigerfic]

WIP Snip Saturday

Hello friends. Life is crazy atm but trying to work away on my writing as much as i can. This is a snip from my eternal work-in-progress, a wartime AU in which Harry didn't defeat Voldemort and there's a war still going on seven years after the Battle. In this bit, Harry and Draco have discovered a sort of time-travel device that allows them to move between other universes. Harry is just back from another world, fallen fast asleep, and is now waking up. Unedited. Does anyone else want to share a snip? I feel like I've lost track of so much over the last few weeks, and I miss fandom.

The bed was very comfortable, and the light was dim, and Harry wanted to die.

“I want to die,” he announced, just to underline the fact, but the effect was ruined by his voice cracking down the middle and causing a coughing fit.

From beside the bed, Malfoy made a quiet amused noise that was somewhere between a laugh and a scoff, and primly poured a glass of water from a large bulbous sweating jug that sat on the bedside cabinet. The second Harry saw it, he felt desperately thirsty all of a sudden, and the desire to drink was so strong that he heaved himself up in the bed so he could grasp the glass and gulp it down, then a second, and some of a third, before he—gasping—set the glass down again.

“Shall I crack on and order the coffin, or do you think you’ll last the night?” Malfoy enquired. “Only I had thought of popping down to the kitchen and making a cheese toastie, and if you’re not about to expire imminently, I could knock one up for you too.”

“Don’t tease me,” Harry said. “Because I truly believe that only a cheese toastie could bring me back from the brink.”

“Can you walk?” Malfoy asked briskly. “Only, it’s been a few hours now, and I know it’s a big house but you’re Harry Potter, you know, and people will be keeping an eye out for you. And—” Malfoy looked down at his little notebook, which was full of sprawling scribbles and, at one margin, a doodle of what looked to Harry to be his own head in sleeping side profile, his mouth slack with sleep, which was really quite rude when he thought about it “—if you end up spending the whole evening in my room, people might notice.” He coughed delicately, and Harry couldn’t see his face properly, but there was a creeping flush of pink up the back of his bowed neck, and all of a sudden Harry realised what he was suggesting people would think.

“I didn’t think— I mean, we would never…”

Harry trailed off as Malfoy, still blushing, looked up and met his eyes. “Yes, yes, alright.” He sounded cool and distant, like he was already half out of the room. “No need to be quite so emphatic about it. You know that, and I know that, but who’s to tell what fervid imaginings people can get up to? Especially when it comes to a celebrity.”

Harry hadn’t realised just how much Malfoy had warmed up to him, until the warmth was suddenly gone.

“Furthermore,” Malfoy went on, giving Harry a damning look of appraisal that had him bristling, “you do look a bit fucked out at the moment, if you don’t mind me saying. You might want to fix yourself up before we go wandering the corridors together, just in case we somehow give people the wrong idea. Feel free to use my bathroom. I’ll just get on with my work while I wait.”

Harry was distinctly wobbly, but by the time he heaved himself out of the bed—Malfoy’s bed, he thought grimly—and tottered into the bathroom, he had started to feel a bit more like himself. Outside, he could hear the scratching repetitive sound of Malfoy writing at his desk.

“So, why exactly do I feel so terrible?” Harry called through the door before braving a look in the mirror. He did look a bit fucked out, he supposed, if people’s minds were to run that way. His hair was a disaster, like he had been thoroughly tossing his head around on a pillow, and fingercombing could only do so much. Worse still was the look of heat he still had about him, a gentle glow of sweat and exertion that gave him a softened exhausted look, which coupled with his heavy eyes and the creasemarks from the bedsheets on his cheek… well, he wasn’t about to test people’s appetites for speculation, he thought.

Malfoy was talking now, though Harry couldn’t quite hear him through the door, so he cracked it a little before he ran the tap.

“You haven’t passed out in there?” Malfoy’s voice sounded closer all of a sudden, like he was talking through the gap in the door. “I shan’t have to perform CPR, shall I? I don’t think I even know any CPR.”

“No, I’m surviving,” Harry reassured him, still clutching onto the edge of the sink. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I was just saying that you feel so dreadful because of the strain on your magical core. It’s the travel part, it takes an enormous amount of magical energy. You’re working against the laws of physics on a massive scale. It gets easier the longer you spend on the other side.”

“So weird,” Harry muttered to himself, then bent down to splash his face, patting the heat and sleep-puffiness away.

“Yeah, I don’t get it myself, really,” Malfoy said, sounding like he was getting into his stride. “My father was good on the logistics but I’m not sure that he considered the wider implications of—” and he was off, his voice a comforting background noise as Harry splashed around in the sink, and prodded helplessly at his hair for a bit, and brushed his teeth, and had a piss. All the while, Malfoy was talking about modal logic and planes of existence and core exhaustion as though Harry would possibly understand, or even be interested, but at least Malfoy was talking himself back into good humour. By the time Harry was looking fresher and less like he’d just rolled out of Malfoy’s bed, Malfoy was sufficiently cheered up enough to distract with talk of cheese as they padded down the corridor to the kitchens, and when Malfoy had shovelled the crisp dripping slices of sandwich onto two plates, hot and buttery and frilled at the edges with crisp lacy cheese, and Harry had located the relish and a jug of cider, even Malfoy was hungry enough to shut up and just eat.

Would love to read what everyone's working on, pls tag me. Also tagging a few people who i think are writing atm - @floydig @thehoneybeet @maesterchill @oknowkiss @shealwaysreads @skeptiquewrites @the-starryknight @stationintern @sweet-s0rr0w @wolfpants and anyone else, if you fancy it?

[misseviehyde]

MOVING IN

Jane was pretty pissed off when her fat, useless, lazy brother Morgan begged her to let him move in with her.

Mom and Dad had thrown him out again for his useless attitude and he had nowhere else to go.

Jane had always been soft and she agreed he could stay, even though she knew it would really piss off her husband Jason.

Jason was the only earner in the home. He was a successful business man and Jane had always wanted to be a stay at home wife and had nagged him into agreeing.

Jane told Morgan he could take the spare room and as predicted Jason exploded when he found out. After all now he had to support three people on his salary.

"That fucking useless brother of yours better be gone in a week. He's a parasite... a drain on society. I want him GONE. It's bad enough that you just sit around here living off me - but I refuse to support him too."

But two weeks later and Morgan was still there. Jason was becoming increasingly bad tempered and Jane begged her brother to do something.

"At least... get a job. There are medical trials in the paper... they pay well. Please do something to get Jason off my back."

Morgan sighed and wearily agreed to sign up to a well paid medical trial. He signed up over the phone and a few days later a bottle of pink pills turned up at the house.

Morgan had to take one pill a day and record the effects. The trial was well paid and Jack was satisfied when Morgan paid off some of the food bills he'd been running up.

"I still want that loser gone," he muttered - "but at least whilst we are stuck with him, he's earning his keep at last."

**********

The first change that Jane noticed about Morgan was the dramatic weight-loss. The pink pills seemed to have an immediate effect on his metabolism and within two days there was a noticeable difference.

Not only did weight start to slough off him, but he became more active. He began to rise earlier and even eat less. His body began to get slimmer and slimmer and a sudden interest in exercise only seemed to speed up the transformation.

The second thing she noticed was the effect on his health. Morgan's pale unhealthy skin began to take on a healthy glow and his acne cleared up. His lank, greasy hair seemed to thicken and become glossier. It grew at an astonishing rate and within a few days it had reached his shoulders. Blonde streaks now showed at the roots.

Surprisingly the three day old stubble he normally sported on his chin went completely. At first Jane thought he must be shaving it off - but after watching him for a few days - she realised it was just... gone.

Morgan was delighted with the changes... the pink pills were giving him a new lease of life and he was delighted when another bottle arrived and he was told to increase his dose to two pills a day.

His clothes barely fit him and so it was hard to tell under his baggy t-shirts and loose sweat pants - but there was something distrubing about his body shape.

The more Jane looked at her brother - the more she worried about the effect of the pills. His features seemed smoother, his skin silkier. His body hair seemed to have completely fallen out and there were curves to his hips and chest that she was sure didn't use to be there.

Her suspicions were confirmed one day when she came home to find Morgan in her gym clothes.

Jane's grey tracky bottoms fit his increased ass and wider hips perfectly and her gym top showed off his toned arms and abs. The plunging neckline of the top also revealed a growing well of cleavage.

Morgan's hair was now a dirty blonde colour half way down to his lower back and he seemed to have shrunk in height and mass. When Jane looked at him she saw a girl who looked a lot like her... only in some ways prettier.

"Morgan... those pills. You gotta stop taking them and you gotta get help. They're feminising you!"

Morgan shrugged, "Why would I do that? I've never felt better."

The door opened and Jason walked in. He did a double take as he saw Morgan.

"M... Morgan is that you? Holy shit, what the fuck have those pills done to you? How is this possible?"

Morgan giggled... he actually giggled and Jane suddenly noticed his voice was much lighter in pitch and tone. It sounded... feminine.

"I don't know but I'd say it's an improvement wouldn't you?"

Jane suddenly realised that Jason was looking at Morgan in a way he never had before. Approvingly. His hungry eyes were roaming up and down her brothers body. She felt a flood of jealousy and annoyance. Her brother had to go.

"Jason, he's still a useless freebooting loser. You were right. We should have kicked him out weeks ago. Pack your stuff Morgan."

"Wait!" cried Morgan in horror. "Please... I know I've been useless but thanks to these pills I'm changing. I can make everything up to you both."

"I'm not interested Morgan," Jane spat. "Jason and I want you out of this house!"

Morgan looked at Jason. His face took on a pleading expression. Soft pink lips twisted into a pout, big dark eyes fluttered enticingly. "IS that what you still want Jason?"

"No... wait... lets not be hasty," muttered Jason turning to look at Jane. "We can't just kick her out - not like this."

"Her?" asked Jane incredulously.

"Did I say that?" he scowled. "You know what I mean. Him I mean. We can't just throw him out... not like this."

They began to argue. Jane couldn't believe Jason had changed his mind. Morgan just stood looking at them, biting his lip like a naughty schoolgirl waiting to hear his fate.

"Fuck this... we'll make a decision later tonight," scowled Jason. "We need to calm down and think this over. I'm going to my office."

He turned and marched out and as Jane glared at Morgan and stormed up to her bedroom.

***********

Jane cried in her room for a few minutes. She expected Jason to come apologise, but when he didn't she decided she would go speak to him in his office.

Walking down the landing, she heard voices and pausing she listened at the door.

"Thank you for supporting me Jason, I can't believe my own sister has turned on me. I need you to protect me," came Morgan's voice.

"I already have a wife to look after, why should I look after you too?" snarled Jason's voice.

"Because Jason - you pay for this house and everything in it, but you don't get anything in return from her. No wonder you feel so angry. Your freeloading wife brings her freeloading brother here. She never gives you any attention and she just takes advantage of you. A guy like you deserves more. I'll find a way to give it to you if you let me stay. What do you want from me?"

"I... I just want you to make yourself useful. Stop being such a useless layabout and find a purpose in life. Those pills have made you fit and hot, you should use that to your advantage."

"Yes..." smiled Morgan. "Whatever you want."

Peering in through the crack in the door - Jane watched her feminised brother sinking to his knees in front of Jason.

"Wh... what the fuck are you doing?" he stammered as Morgan reached out and unzipped his fly.

"Making myself useful..."

Jason groaned as his dick sprang out. Jane's heart was beating and she thought she was going to scream as she watched her brother begin to pump her husbands dick.

"Don't you like this? I'm finally using my new body to my advantage."

Jane watched as Morgan leant down to her husbands stiffening dick and without any hesitation slid it into his mouth.

"Mmmppphhhhhh, *glug*"

Jason groaned in pleasure and his manly hands slid onto Morgan's blonde head and began to pump his head up and down on his rock hard cock.

"Yessssss suck my cock you little fucking slut. Fucking take it."

Saliva oozed out of the corner of Morgan's mouth and there were tears in the corner his eyes as he gagged and choked on dick. Glugging and moaning, his head bobbed up and down as he took the cock like a pro.

Jason was in heaven. Jane had never seen her husband so turned on. When she had sucked Jason's cock - it was nothing like this. It lacked this primal sexual energy.

"That's it you little fucking slut - you're my bitch now," groaned Jason in delight. "Keep making yourself useful and you can stay as long as you like. Ahhhhh I'm gonna fucking cum, take it all you slut."

Morgan's eyes widened and Jason's balls throbbed as he gasped and began to unload into his brother-in-laws mouth.

"Fucckkkkk if only your sister could suck cock like that," grinned Jason. "You're already better than her at that."

Morgan giggled, cum still leaking from the corner of his mouth. He swallowed happily.

"I was born to be a girl. Let me stay and I'll become better than her at EVERYTHING. I promise Daddy."

Jason shivered in delight. "Yesssss make yourself into my slut and you can stay as long as you like."

"Mmmmh, let me wash those pink pills down with your cum. I want this so badly."

Seeing the rapture in their faces Jane didn't know what to do. She should have burst inside raging almost ten minutes ago, but for some reason she had just stood and watched.

Worse... her pussy was wet and there was something kind of hot about watching her brother replace her.

Was she... enjoying this?

She went back to her room and fingered herself to orgasm as she cried. This was fucked up.

*************

Over the next week Morgan changed further. He had increased his dosage of the pink pills - but he also now embraced the transformation.

Jason stopped sleeping with Jane. Each night he would make some pathetic excuse so he and Morgan could be alone. Each night Jane would secretly watch as Morgan sucked Jason's cock and then she would get off to it.

One night as she watched, Morgan didn't sink to his knees as was usual. Instead he bent over the desk and flicked up his tiny skirt.

His tiny cock was caged in pink plastic and he spread his perfect tight asshole enticingly. In moments Jason was inside him, and the two of them moaned in joined pleasure as Morgan got fucked deep and hard.

Jason had truly made Morgan into his bitch.

Jane woke up one morning to hear banging next door in Morgan's room. She watched as he hauled out his old oversized clothes and replaced them with new female clothes.

She saw to her horror that Morgan had their credit card. Jason had obviously given it to her and he was now watching approvingly as his new slut filled her wardrobe with boots, miniskirts and crop tops.

The pills had almost finished their work now. Morgan's hair was now a bitchy blonde, his breasts were full and perfectly formed - every curve of his body was feminine perfection.

You would only have known he was a man because of the tiny micro-dick in those pretty panties.

And the fact that Morgan was a better woman and more attractive than Jane now just made her horny.

The couple had obviously realised she knew what was happening and once Jason knew that Jane wasn't going to object it was only a matter of time.

One morning at breakfast - Jason ordered Morgan to flip up his skirt. Moments later he was busy fucking the shit out of him whilst Jane watched helplessly.

"Your brother is finally of some use. He's my fuck-slut now," growled Jason as Morgan moaned and played with his tits as his Daddy fucked him in the ass.

"Mmmmmhhh too bad loser," giggled Morgan to Jane. "Your husband is mine now and I'm his obedient little whore."

The pink pills had turned her brother into a homewrecking bitch. Jane hated and worshipped her new sister in equal measure. She had discovered that nothing made her cum harder than watching her husband cheat on her.

It became natural to defer to Morgan. Her new sister began to become bossy and dominant in the home. Dressed in the most stylish outfits and looking like a Goddess - Morgan forced Jane to lick her boots and even eat Jason's cum out of her ass.

"Your useless lazy brother is gone," smirked Morgan as she played with her long blonde hair. "I'm your bitch of a sister now."

Jane was forced to watch as Jason moved Morgan into their master bedroom. Night after night she'd listen to them fuck next door - the pounding thuds and screams of ecstasy powering her own pleasure as she finger fucked her needy pussy.

She knew Jason would never fuck her again. She knew she was now a cuckquean and like some perverted bitch liked it. She knew she wasn't worthy to lick Morgan's boots.

Her sister had moved in - and there was no getting rid of her ever again...

[godfrey-the-chaos-duck]

PEOPLE OF DUCKBLR

I DID A THING

I made a little art book of Della's journey in the Spear of Selene! And I set it to the lyrics of Space Oddity by David Bowie!!!

So, here it issss (under the cut, it's LONG)

Listen to the song as you read for the best effect

Apologies in advance for making everyone cry over Della Angst

@justaboot @writebackatya @christianfoxymc @minaduck and all other Della stans out here, this is for you!

Ground control to Major Tom... Ground control to Major Tom...

Della leaves McDuck Manor, and faces the journey ahead.

Take your protein pills and put your helmet on Ground control to Major Tom

Della gets ready for takeoff. She initiates the launch sequence, there's no going back now, but it'll just be a few hours, right...?

Commencing countdown, engines on Check ignition, and may God's love be with you

Gyro (who I firmly believe LIVES in that lab or at the very least sleeps there a lot) wakes up to the sound of alarms blaring - how did she know it was here?!

Della has a picture of her and her family - little does she know...

This is ground control to Major Tom, you've really made the grade And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear

Gyro, in a panic, calls Scrooge, praying he'll wake up and answer.

Though it's two in the morning, he does.

Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare This is Major Tom to ground control, I'm stepping through the door

When Scrooge hears what's happened, he is understandably horrified, and rushes to the launch site at once.

And I'm floating in a most peculiar way And the stars look very different today

Della looks out at the stars. It's an unearthly beauty the likes of which she'd never imagined.

For here am I sitting in a tin can Far above the world

The Spear gets farther and father away from familiarity... from safety...

Planet Earth is blue And there's nothing I can do

Della's journey is still going smoothly - for now.

*just pretend I did something for that instrumental break*

Though I've passed one hundred thousand miles, I'm feeling very still And I think my spaceship knows which way to go

Scrooge sits down at the comms desk, desperately trying to get a message through to Della.

The cosmic storm has started, and Della's a bit rattled, but not scared.

Tell my wife I love her very much She knows

Scrooge and Della are beginning to realise the gravity of the situation - she might not make it out of this one. Of course, neither of them wants to think that.

Ground control to Major Tom Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong

The Spear is struck by a fierce bolt of lightning borne from the stars themselves.

Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom?

Scrooge can scarcely bring himself to believe it - and neither can Della. The last time he'd heard her voice, and it was a helpless, piercing scream.

Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you— —Here am I floating 'round my tin can Far above the Moon

Scrooge bows his head in utter despair as tears begin to well up behind tired eyes. She's gone.

The Spear crash-lands on the lunar surface.

Planet Earth is blue And there's nothing I can do...

Della stares back to the world she left behind.

Scrooge mourns for the niece he lost.

[diana-bluewolf]

Yay, I’ve finally finished it!

Some stills from the video.

Have you ever wished Sebastian's side quest line ended differently? Yes, me too. That's why I made this video (yet there's still its own crisis in it, sorry). The first part of it mostly retells the beginning of their story from the game, but the ending is different.

I really hope you enjoy it because I've been working on this for ages, trying to get the hang of mods and AI voices. I've written some clarification further, maybe you’ll find it helpful after watching the video (to avoid spoilers).

Sebastian’s impulsiveness reminded me of that moment from the original HP stories, where Harry uses Sectumsempra on Draco. You know, an absolutely unfamiliar spell “for enemies” with unknown consequences from a mysterious book. 

In a normal state of mind Sebastian would have never hurt Ominis or, after what happened with Anne, he would have never doomed anyone, never mind his best friend who he does care about, to such fate. But Anne was getting worse, the relic was his last hope, he was desperate, his mind was in a mess. He was mad at Solomon, who seemed to do his best to prevent Anne from healing. 

When Ominis tried to stop him and take the relic away, Sebastian said that he won’t step back from a fight. Ominis unintentionally responded with the same words that Solomon liked to say about Sebastian, a powerful trigger. “He doesn’t know when to stop.” Sebastian’s exhausted mind interpreted it as “to stop saving Anne”, Solomon and Ominis’s images mixed up in his mind, so he lost it. His anger wanted them to feel what Anne feels. He cursed Ominis with a powerful dark spell, which he had learnt from Slytherin's spellbook by the logic “the better prepared we’ll be”. Sebastian regretted it a moment later but it was too late. Ominis had survived only because Chris (MC) had managed to get him to healers fast, but he still remained seriously ill afterwards.  

Sebastian and Chris were trying to find a cure. Eventually Chris discovered that ancient magic could take away dark energy that was ruining cursed people's health. Just like Isadora did with mental pain but safer, because unlike the latter dark energy isn’t supposed to be a part of being a human. Although Chris had been avoiding Dark Magic before, he realised that now he needed to attune himself to it a little, so that he could recognise its energy in a patient (Ominis and then Anne) and extract it. And that is where Sebastian's knowledge of Dark Magic turned to be crucial, because he guided Chris. 

They had managed to make a special potion, which together with ancient magic not only cured Ominis of Sebastian's curse but also had a side effect - it returned his eyesight. Let's imagine that he wasn’t born blind after all but he lost his eyesight in infancy because one of his brothers loved to fiddle with dark magic and Ominis came in handy as a training dummy. And the Gaunts covered it with a made up story about congenital disability. So when Chris rid Ominis of all the dark magic impact, it affected the eyes as well.

So, the main idea is - there would be no happiness, but misfortune helped. Sebastian did curse Ominis, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise of some kind. Though the price for Ominis' eyesight was quite high -  trust in Sebastian. Hopefully, they can sort it out eventually.

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Mods used:

“Male Face Replacer - Ominis Gaunt“ by JustAnOrdinaryGuy

“Unique Player Eye Shapes“ and “Brighter Eyes“

“Male Face Replacer - Sebastian Sallow“ by JustAnOrdinaryGuy

“UETools - Developer Console . FreeCamera . Debugging“ by Cranch

“Character Editor“ by nathdev

“Animations Mod Menu“ by YouYouTheBoxx

“Anne Sallow's Face“ by brucetesting123

“Party like it's 1890“ - Wizard edition by Aryksa

“Sebastian Sallow's Closet (Alternate Clothes)“ by leoisalion

“Ominis Gaunt's Closet (Alternate Clothes)“ by leoisalion

“Alohomora Mod” by Alfairy

“The Ultimate Wand Collection“ by Rosestorm

“Highlight Remover“ by HaywirePhoenix

“Emote with any npc” by nathdev

“AnyTimeCompanion” by Pez

[zcorners120]

a better boyfriend than him.

this is going to be based off the Dove Cameron song 'Boyfriend', < spotify link to listen to it ! {I'm aware the timeline is slightly weird, but let's pretend everything makes sense for the sake of the fic :)}

charles leclerc x vettel!daughter MASTERLIST

synopsis; you've been best friends with Charles for years, but once you go on a date with Lando, he must let his true feelings reveal.

warnings; swearing, jealous charles ;)

You and Charles have been best friends since you were 16, when your father, Sebastian Vettel introduced you to each other. You two were inseparable, hanging around the paddocks together and doing pranks on the drivers, causing mischief by stealing the mechanic's wrenches.

You were known to cause trouble together, and you two had never separated even now, in your twenties. Charles was very protective over you as a teenager, never letting you go on dates with other boys as they were all 'just horny'; according to Charles.

He took it as his duty to act like your older brother, and he was still cautious now.

"That was amazing Charles! P1 again, congratulations!" You squealed out, as he ran up to you from his car to lift you up into a huge hug, spinning you around.

"Couldn't of have done it without you here." He whispered to you whilst hugging you, seeing the mechanics clapping and waiting for him.

He momentarily parted ways with you to hug his team, as you turned around and saw Lando skidding into P2. You watched as he jumped around, happy and excited hugging his team. He worked his way over to you as you hugged him aswell.

"Congrats, you did really well out there." You said hushed.

You were good friends with the majority of drivers and people in the paddock thanks to your father and Charles, so it was normal for you to hug and congratulate them.

"Thank you Y/N. Y'know, I've been meaning to ask lately if you'd want to go out for a drink anytime soon." He rushed as his cheeks started blushing.

"Yeah maybe, that sounds pretty cool. I'll see when I'm free!" Watching as his face broke out into a huge smile, you had no idea that Charles was watching this happen behind you in shock.

"Hell yeah! Got a date with a pretty girl and P2. Feeling good." He shouted out childishly, jumping with glee.

You laughed with him, as you broke away to find Charles watching you with dark eyes.

"Mr pilote professionnel de voiture de sport, why are you angry?" You teased him with some of the French you know, wondering what changed his mood so fast.

"Why was Lando blushing like that with you?" He deadpanned, analysing as your face contorts into confusion, and then you realise what's really going on here.

"Oh big brother, you see, when an adult likes someone, they usually ask them out." You explained for him slowly, laughing as your sarcastic comment turns his face sour.

"I can be a better boyfriend than him." He said, without falter in his face.

"Huh? Charles what the fuck are you talking about?" You swore, in shock realising he was serious.

"I can do the shit he never will, I'll be up all night with you cause I won't quit." He smirked at his last comment, watching as you were aghast from what he was saying.

"I hope you're not doing this just to a prove some kind of point that I can't be with anyone." You said, barely a whisper as you looked down.

"I'm trying to prove a point that there's no one better than me for you. I have liked you since we met, and I cannot watch all these other drivers come after you." He confessed, taking your hand into his.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" You queried, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

"I was worried you wouldn't feel the same. Or that Seb would kill me, which he probably will." He laughed out, his cheeks rosy from embarrassment.

"Stop worrying Mr P1, and take me out already." You lamely winked at him, trying his effect as he starts laughing at you.

"C'mon then, Miss Vettel, you have the privilege of taking the winner tonight." He slung his arm around your shoulder, walking out from the secluded, quieter area of the track.

[where-theres-smoak-2]

The Rookie Series Thoughts (Major Spoilers seasons 1-6!)

So due to health reasons I have spent the last couple of weeks bedridden, which has sucked, but to pass the time I decided to watch the entire series of the rookie, I'd seen some gifs here on tumblr and thought it looked interesting and turns out it really was, I love this show, its got it all, action, emotion and sometimes pure goofiness.

So here are some random thoughts I had about the series as a whole I am going to stick the rest under a page break because I had more thoughts than I realised, just be warned there are spoilers from here on out.

I really liked the concept in the first season of Nolan being this older guy starting out as a rookie and how this is unusual, it was interesting to see him navigate being the oldest rookie and seeing in what ways that put him at a disadvantage but also how in many ways it was actually an advantage to him and how his life experience meant he was able to connect with people, he knew how to talk them down. I also thought him becoming a TO was a good move for his character and I love the dynamic between him and Celina.

I also love all of the characters in this show. I've really enjoyed seeing them grow over the seasons and seeing the relationships strengthen and change, they really do seem like a family. The group chats they sometimes have over the radio our always hilarious. I love how Grey is like the dad of the group and is constantly trying to get his kids to behave.

Tim very much has that protective oldest child about him, he might seem gruff but as Lucy always says, underneath he's a big softie who always has his friends backs, I loved the scene when Angela is wedding dress shopping and calls Tim because she's upset that her bridesmaids said she has to hide her baby bump, he gave her the best response and the scene was funny but it also showed a softer side to Tim and he was so supportive of her, show off that baby belly Angela.

Angela, Nyla, Lucy, Tamara, Bailey, Luna and Talia are all badasses, I love the sisterhood between all the ladies, I also love how different they all are but how they are all awesome in their own ways. I think the show does a good job of portraying strong women without falling into the troupe of just giving a woman typically male traits, like yeah she's a good fighter and doesn't like girlie things so that makes her a badass trap, they are still allowed to be women. Hope I am making sense there, there are all allowed to be there own person instead of just a cookie cutter 'tough chick' but are all also 'strong women' in their own right.

Jackson was also a really interesting character. I thought it was interesting how they explored how his father being this well respected cop had an effect on his own journey as a cop. Both the good and the bad sides of it. How he never really had any other dream than being a cop and how he had to explore whether that was really his own dream or whether he just went with that because he comes from a cop family. Also showing how he had to deal with the expectations of everyone knowing his father was this almost legendary cop along with his father's expectations for him. I was so upset when Jackson was killed, like I was so shocked by it and it took me a hot minute to accept that he really was gone.

It was also a shame to see Talia leave the show earlier on but at least she is still alive and just at another station. Still I really liked her character and wished we could have gotten more time with her.

Aaron and Celina are both really great additions to the cast as well. They both have these dark tragic backgrounds, Aaron being falsely charged with the murder of his friend and Celina having to go through her sister being abducted and murdered. It's interesting to see how this effects how they do their jobs and how they see police work. For Aaron I do think it helps him relate to those calls involving people who have been incarcerated in the past because he himself has experienced being in prison, it gives him a special edge. I also really like Celina's intuitiveness and how she is into the psychic stuff, aura's and dreams etc, I also like that although it throws Nolan he doesn't dismiss it, he helps her use it to improve her police work, its an interesting element to add and I think it makes sense for her character. I also really love Celina and Aaron's relationship, I love their friendship but I do wonder if they will eventually become a romantic pairing, they have kind of teased it but it also looks like they might chalk it up to being a result of the trauma they went through together. Honestly I am happy either way, like I said I already love their friendship so if they decide to keep them as friends that's all good, but if they do decide to shift them into something romantic I wouldn't hate it.

What I really love about all the characters is that they aren't perfect, they all have their flaws. You might not always agree with them or like what they are do but they are all growing and these flaws make them seem more real.

I also really enjoyed those special episodes where they are filming a documentary, there have been three so far, the cult one, the one covering Aaron's case and them solving Patrick's murder and the one with Jake and Sava. They are weird but in the best way possible. I don't think I'd like for every episode to be like that but they are fun as occasional one offs, like if they did one a season or every other season going forward I'd be happy. I love how goofy they are but also at the same time they are really engaging and suspenseful, like you are along for the ride just waiting for the next twist in the tale. I also love how they have those interviews with the police officers, those episodes are just really fun.

Ok so we have to talk about the ships, my favourite part of watching a new show is adding to my ship list and I am pleased to announce that there are some really good ships in this show.

I love Angela and Wesley, their dynamic at the start was really funny to watch because it was that kind of enemies to lovers type arc with the whole lawyer vs cop thing, I thought it was really funny when they are both arguing with each other and the criminal Jackson was arresting was like 'man they really dig each other.' They had a very passionate and fun dynamic and I really loved watching that grow into a steady loving marriage. Seeing them navigating marriage and parenthood, Jack is the cutest lil one, I love that they named him after Jackson and I am sure their new daughter is going to be just as adorable, have we been told her name yet, because I don't think we have? Anyway, I also like that it isn't also smooth sailing and that they do hit bumps in the road but that it is clear that they still love each other.

I also really enjoyed Nolan and Bailey's relationship, loved seeing them finally tie the knot in 6x02 and of course their honeymoon turned into a murder mystery type situation because its Nolan the bad luck magnet, but I do love how playful they are with each other and how they have that competitiveness. Similar to the Lawyer vs Cop thing that Angela and Wesley have going on, Nolan and Bailey have the whole Firefighter vs Cop thing which they play off as another fun dynamic between them. I like the whole, she runs into fires and he runs towards bullets line that they had, I also like that while they both worry about the other because they both have dangerous jobs, they both still respect that is part of the other's jobs and understands that they are capable and have been trained to deal with that aspect of their jobs. They have professional respect for each other as well as respect within their romantic relationship. I am excited to see more of them.

Nyla and James are also a really cute couple and their baby girl is the cutest but maybe its just me but I don't think we see this couple as much as the others, I wish we could see more of them. But I do enjoy their scenes together and I love that James' character isn't like a lawyer, cop or firefighter and how he's a community worker, its interesting seeing the perspective of someone who is a community member and is outside of the justice/service if I am making sense there. I just think James adds a new and interesting perspective to the show and I wouldn't say no to seeing more of him and of him and Nyla together.

Ok but now we have to talk about my favourite ship in this show, because they have taken over my heart and I am obsessed with them. Chenford, Tim and Lucy, I loved them from the very beginning and I have loved seeing their dynamic change and grow over the seasons and how they went from TO and Boot to literal soulmates who are deeply in love with each other.

The interesting thing about Tim and Lucy's dynamic in the first couple of seasons is that you could almost see Tim as being a bit of an asshole with all these Tim Tests he does on her, like he's just being mean and messing with her for the sake of it, but when he gets a new rookie and he's being really nice to her so Lucy confronts him and he explains that he trains his rookie's according to what they need. His new rookie had just got out of the military and needed help recognising that not everyone was the enemy and that people could be nice and kind. Lucy on the other hand kind of saw the world as sunshine and rainbows, she sees the best in everyone, she really is the sweetest, which is great in many ways but Tim had to show her that the world wasn't always a nice place and sometimes people do bad things and she should be on her guard sometimes. As much as the Tim Tests weren't fun for Lucy every one of them held an important lesson. The one where he said he's been shot and she had to call for help where was she, showed that it was important for her to always be aware of her surroundings and it pays off when Tim really is shot later and she saves his life, taking her duty belt when she went to the toilet taught how important it was to make sure the toilets were floor to ceiling or the belt wasn't secure and how important it was to make sure her gun was always secure so it doesn't end up on the street, the flour bomb taught her that using a radio near an IED can cause it to go off. So it wasn't just him being an asshole because, he had valuable lessons to teach her.

But I also loved that their relationship wasn't just about what he could teach her but that he learns from her too. I really do think she softens him and helps him heal from the trauma from his abusive father, she helps him to become more open about how he is feeling. Watching them pull pranks on each other is also really fun, like Lucy doesn't just lay down and take it, she gives back as good as she gets. Like when she takes his money clip, or leaves him the bar tap or puts the booties in his locker.

When they do start getting into the romantic era of their relationship their scenes are just so so good, there are so many golden moments like right from their first kiss where they are practising being a couple before going undercover and then realise that it didn't feel all that fake. Got to love the fake dating turns to real feelings troupe. What I really loved about this plotline was how it was actually Tim who was more open about his feelings which was unexpected. Like he was the one that confronted Lucy in the hotel room when undercover and said that it didn't feel like pretend whilst she was still in denial and went with 'its just basic biology' sure Lucy sure. It was also Tim who asks Lucy out first and I love that whole scene, it is definitely one that I rewatched more than a few times. I love how vulnerable but intimate it was. How Lucy is scared to take it further and admits that Tim is the most important relationship in her life. How she says its not worth the risk but Tim says what if it is before taking that deep breath and asking her out. They are both just all smiles and you can see how happy they are with each other. I love how that conversation about it being worth the risk parallels with the conversation they have about how Lucy deserves someone who is worth the effort.

Other stand out scenes are their first dates in 5x10, both of them (though I would still argue that their first date was that double date they went on with Ashley and Chris because lets be real those two might as well not have been there Chenford were so wrapped up in each other), their first time in 5x12, their breakfast scene in 5x20, they are just so domestic, their 'I love you' scenes in 6x02 and the trophy scene in 6x03, but honestly I love every one of their scenes and I can't wait to see more of them.

I love seeing how supportive they are of each other, like how happy Lucy is every time Tim gets a promotion and how she reassured him that he wasn't like his father, how he supports Lucy with her undercover work even though he has issues due to his past with Isabel and how he tells her she could never disappoint her, which I think is really important for Lucy because she has always felt like she has let down her parents so I think its great that she has that support and reassurance from Tim.

Anyway I could talk about Chenford forever but I think I have rambled about them enough so I'll stop now and move on.

If there is one plotline or scene that really stood out to me over the whole series it has to be the one with Rosalind and Lucy's abduction. The show has alot of really great plotlines and covers some really important issues throughout the series but this one really is one that got me in the feels, like it wrecked me. I think Rosalind was a truly terrifying villain not just because of the crimes she committed, which are horrifying in themselves, but because of the way she relishes it, the way she gets enjoyment not just out of committing the murders and inflicting pain on her victims but because of the way she also gets pleasure from seeing her victim's loved ones pain and suffering too, its just so disturbing. Also how she continues to kill even from her jail cell by taking on acolytes to do her bidding like Caleb.

The one scene that always gets me no matter how many times I watch it is the one where Lucy is in the barrel buried alive and is singing dream a little dream, there's no background music or any other sound, its just her voice and they show clips of the team all searching for her. It's just such an intense and emotional scene and it gives me goosebumps and makes me want to cry every time, it just never seems to lose its impact no matter how many times you watch it.

The moment Tim finds her burial site and the whole team are just digging with their hands trying to get her out in time, when they get her out and she isn't breathing and again there is very little sound just a few notes of sorrowful music here and there, then she wakes up and just breaks down crying whilst Tim holds her, its just as heartbreaking and suspenseful and I cry, every time. I just think the whole team did an amazing job with that episode.

That whole plotline is terrifying, suspenseful and heartbreaking. Just the idea of being buried alive is horrifying to me, also the whole idea of her day of death being tattooed on to her is another thing that is psychologically terrifying. I do love what Tim said though about how Lucy can choose to see it as a mark of her biggest failure or what it really is a mark of the first day of the rest of her life and that it shows that she is a survivor. I do wonder whether she kept the tattoo or not because I don't think we are ever told in the show whether she went through with the removal or not.

I would like for the trauma this left on both Lucy and Tim to be brought back up again at some point. Whilst they did explore some of Lucy's trauma over what happened and some of Tim's guilt I do think there is even more to explore there, because it really was so traumatic. Like is that song still a trigger for Lucy, are small dark places? It could be interesting to see her working through some of the lingering trauma. Also I do feel like Tim is traumatised by what happened but in a different way, like during the episode where Lucy was abducted you really did see how it effected Tim in particular, he felt responsible for Lucy and was frantic to find her and I think it effected him more than he realised and that it stayed with him and now that he and Lucy are together and she is exploring undercover work I do wonder if some of his issues are also connected to what happened with Rosalind as much as his past with Isabel, but that is just speculation on my part.

Anyway going to wrap this up now, overall I really did enjoy this show and now that I am all caught up I am looking forward to seeing what's going to happen next with all of our beloved characters. I am also officially declaring myself a huge Chenford shipper and if you follow my blog then fair warning I am going to be reblogging every gif set I come across for the foreseeable future, sorry not sorry.

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hope you don't mind the rant but argh i finally realised why i feel so disconnected to survivor in comparison to how close jfo is to me

spoilers for those who haven't played survivor

but i really dislike major decisions made and i'm gonna babble on a little (i've had like eight panadol and two sleeping meds as of the last hour n a half so if this doesn't make sense that's why)

one that's been swirling around my head ever since i played us that it really felt like they brought cordova back JUST to kill him off. this also ties into my next point that i find bode's betrayal hard to believe as well. every role he had in the story could easily be replaced by someone such as cere, and i felt like the only reason he was there was to have someone for bode to kill to show how really evil he was but respawn didn't want to kill any of the main cast off. he's such a useless character in the plot that killing him off didnt effect anything LMAO

my next major dislike is, understandably, about bode :,) yes i know this can come off as making excuses for a character i was attached to since the trailers dropped but the more i think about it the more i really cannot understand both the timeline and the motive that was behind bode's betrayal. i kind of get the idea he was lax about betraying them UNTIL cal mentioned using tanalorr for the hidden path but according to the echoes you get after the game bodenis plotting and scheming the whole time... plus, you think that his whole motive relies on creating a safe place for kata on tanalorr where no one can find them but also like. you have two (technically three) jedi, a nightsister, and a whole clan of anchorites that kick the empire's ass every day. "will you be able to protect her when the empire comes?" fuckass have you SEEN cal use a lightsaber?? kata is safer with cal then she is bode

dagan was hella underwhelming too which disappointed me tbh i was excited for this high republic jedi to show us all this cool stuff only for him to die in like three seconds 😔

ANYWAY i hope this ain't too long but i'd love to hear your thoughts/criticisms on js bc i love the game and all the little bits are amazing but some of the decisions made have me a bit hrghh

Okay, friend, you asked for it ;)

The decision to bring back Cordova was an unexpected one, but the sight of him makes me cry happy tears every damn time, so it doesn't bother me at all. I take your point re: Cere being able to do everything he does, but part of Bode’s betrayal also hinges on him betraying Cere to Vader, who clearly wants vengeance after Nur (which is SO IN CHARACTER for Vader I can only lol. Petty bitch.), so Bode killing her wouldn't have had quite the same impact.

Because I was so convinced he was dead that him *actually* being dead didn’t strike me as ‘brought back only to die’. I would argue that killing him off did put them at risk of not being able to reach Tanalorr and defintely drove Cal to Nova Garon, but yes… Cordova's character probably lacks development and definitive purpose compared to the others… Although even as I say that, I find myself thinking of the logs he left behind in the various ruins on Jedha and the words of advice and I just can’t get mad. Plus there's that teeny hint that he's been unwell when Merrin asks how he's feeling. I see your points, yes, but I'm not too fussed by any of it.

Moving onto Bode...

So, here’s my interpretation of Bode, based on the post-game echoes and the little nuances that take on a totally new light on a replay. Bode is playing Cal from the very beginning. They are never friends from Bode’s perspective, and he is a master manipulator. He’s a textbook abuser – he lovebombs Cal with compliments and praise to cement their relationship, and does the same with everyone in his family. Plus, he used his knowledge of Cere’s location to further his cause with the Empire.

There’s also a power dynamic at play here because Bode was a Jedi Knight during the war while Cal was still a Padawan. Bode is older and more experienced with the world than Cal. He knows Cal longs for friendship, and he wields that against him more effectively than any weapon. Every action, every word, every choice Bode makes is solely to dig in deeper with Cal so he can and Kata can escape the Empire. Had Cal agreed that Tanalorr would just be for them, *maybe* Bode wouldn’t have betrayed him the way he did, but Bode is well on his way to the dark side because of his attachment to Kata. And Cal very nearly follows him because of his attachments to his family.

To me, this is what the Jedi Order meant by 'no attachments'. Jedi are allowed to love, but when that love becomes all consuming, when it becomes an obsession, that’s when the attachment becomes dangerous. Bode’s story is very similar to Anakin’s, he’s just not as powerful. Hasn’t got those Skywalker genes 😉  

Bode’s motive to me is clear – he *thinks* everything is about Kata, but actually it’s all about him. It’s about his grief and rage and fear because of his wife's death the terrible choices he made. Denvik promises that if Bode gives him what he wants (Cal and Cere), he will reveal which Inquistor murdered his wife. Bode is already in it for revenge, not his daughter's wellbeing. His choices are very pre-meditated. He is a parent, yes, and I can understand that overriding love of a child, but he is also a grieving husband who is so broken by his loss that his love for Kata has become too possessive. He is terrified of losing his daughter, and it eclipses his love for her. Kata is aware of this, and her love is also turning to fear. Bode is neglectful (he's always leaving Kata behind) and bordering on abusive at the end. He trusts no one but himself, and he even asks Cal at the very end if he can protect Kata. Cal says nothing because he knows he can’t – he’s tried protecting so many people, and he’s lost nearly all of them. He won’t make a promise he can’t keep, and that’s what completely breaks Bode. Bode doesn’t believe anyone *but him* can protect Kata because he has become completely consumed with fear and anger. Cal gave him a chance to make a better choice when he disarmed him. In fact, Bode had *so many chances* to make a better choice, and he didn’t. So, when Bode responded by choosing to try and kill Cal, Merrin *and* very nearly his own daughter, Cal had no choice but to put him down – hard. That second shot took my breath away both times I played the game because Cal knows he cannot save Bode and protect the people who matter, and by showing Bode mercy, more people will die. It's also about control - Bode tries to control everyone. Cal knows he can't, so he takes the only option left - killing Bode. Honestly, the more I think about that finale, the more intense it becomes. It's an astonishing moment.

I do wonder if the reason people struggle with Bode is because he is so nice, and he fits in so well, but it’s all fake and it’s all an act. Whether you saw it coming or not, that hurts. Cal – and the player – want so badly for Bode to be better than he is, and that’s the tragedy. Bode’s not capable of that. He has suffered losses just like Cal, but he couldn’t overcome them. It’s a lot to deal with emotionally!

And as for Dagan, I quite like him! Mostly because that final battle with him incorporates my favourite Star Wars thing – WEIRD FORCE SHIT. He’s also a mirror held up to Cal – this is what you could become if your obsession takes over you. I also think his relationship with Santari Khri is meant to show Cal the potential pitfalls of his relationship with Merrin if his attachment overcomes him… but we’ll have to see what happens next…

Gosh this got long. It's always fun to see other people's perspectives and share my own! Hope you've got some rest and feel better soon :)

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replying to @caozihuanismyson

"If that was love, Cao Pi didn’t need it. Didn’t want it. It was better to be indispensable than cherished. He needed to become something that could not be left behind. Something that Father could not live without." my jaw just fucking dropped #i love this. im in love. holy shit#HE NEEDED TO BECOME SOMETHING THAT COULD NOT BE LEFT BEHIND SOMETHING THAT FATHER COULD NOT LIVE WITHOUT#(im screaming louder so people in the back can hear)#(jk there's no one in the back cuz it's san guo on tumblr.com but still)#💀#thank u op i have ascended#also all the little details of ang trying to make up for father's absence for his lil bros..... when pi wiped his tears my heart broke#that part where cao pi imagined ang's last moments? holy shit i've never thought of it that way it's genius and horrifying#(ok i need a moment)#also............... i'm going insane about the part with fish and jade#and cao pi describing cao cao's expression of love towards cao ang as painful#and wanting to put him in his mouth like how soldiers keep their precious things safe#i thought this was going to be about ang's tragedy .... but it turned out to be about that and the horror of pi's existence#thank u for the meal op i'm so grateful

thank you so much, this is such a nice comment to wake up to!!!! it makes me so happy to have such dedicated readers who catch every single detail ;u;

Cao Ang has been my blorbo for a long time because he is a fascinating contradiction. he achieved nothing and did nothing of note, but seems to have left a significant impression on those around him. Cao Cao expresses regret for him on his deathbed. Cao Pi talks about how he should have been the rightful heir. Lady Ding was willing to disobey the most powerful man in the empire in order to get the smallest measure of justice for him. His death always struck me as, well, a feel-good narrative told by a guilty conscience. Cao Cao could have ordered any one of his bodyguards to give up his horse, but he didn't. It makes sense in the coldest, most logical way. Why lose an able-bodied fighter for a brat? You can always make more. I came up with a bunch of scenarios of what "really" happened, but in the end i realised it doesn't matter. Cao Cao still left his son to die. the horror comes from the ambiguity itself. I also wanted to explore how his actions would impact the remainder of his children. They realised overnight that they were all disposable and no one was safe. the real tragedy doesn't come from Cao Ang's death, but his father undoing all his hard work. Ang tried his best to give them love, curb their worst impulses, and foster good relationships between them, only for his father to stick them in the Sibling Royale. Climb to the top and uproot all your competition. ect. ect.

But I am an optimistic person and I believe true love can pierce the veil and save the day and all that. Cao Ang's ghost continues to haunt the narrative and in the end, he manages to effect his brothers in some way. Cao Pi comes to realise that, hey, this kinda sucks, actually. i think we're emotionally stunted and perpetuating the cycle of violence. maybe i don't have to trample all my brothers to preserve my own life. maybe i shouldn't become exactly like father. hmm much to think about. Cultural Context, for those interested:

funerary practices are not historical, but based on the modern shangdong ones i've experienced.

"putting your child in your mouth" is an expression of helpless tenderness. the full phrase is "i want to you hold in my hands, but i'm afraid of dropping you. i want to hold you in my mouth, but i'm afraid you will melt." i wanted to show this conflict within cao cao, the warlord vs the man. how his ambition corrupts him. ultimately, cao cao does not put his son in his mouth to protect him. he consumes him instead.

the opening scene is based on Cao Pi's poem "Traveling on the city wall." His poems are notable for being very emo, he talks about feeling isolated and unfulfilled despite having every worldly possession. I decided to connect it with Cao Zhi's (ahistorical) bean poem. the metaphor is less profound, but what can you do? he is the lesser poet after all ;))) .