#engineer mark x yn

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

tiny Captain

[boiohboii]

How would that keep us safe?

(Kimi Raikkonen x pregnant!wife!reader)

Inspo

When a formula 1 driver's car fails on them, they would a. be angry, b. go straight to their engineers, c. stay in the team's motor home.. but not kimi raikkonen, no sir, especially not with his pregnant wife on a yacht on her own.

or

in which Sebastian Vettel, Mark Webber and Jenson Button make fun of the infamous ice man for being head over heels for his wife so he just decides to double down.

WARNINGS: not proof read (when do I ever proof read this stuff), no sense of timeline whatsoever, just a small crackhead fic that came to mind. Thank you insta algorithm for the Kimi edits, the man is so fine omg, solid dilf right here people.

Masterlist

"God," yn huffed as she, for an accurate description, waddled alongside her husband, Kimi Raikkonen into the Mclaren garage "if you don't keep it in your pants next time I will chop it off."

"Yes dear." Kimi replied with a smile on his face, hiding his laughter as best as he could to spare himself the lecture that would inevitably make him laugh harder- he can't help it, his wife is much more adorable trying to give him an earful with her puffed cheeks, stomping feet and her belly looking like it's about to pop at any second.

It hadn't even been 30 minutes before yn started to feel the heat getting to her, making her fan herself with the collar of her shirt while glaring at the fan that evidently did nothing to help her out.

"Everything alright dear?"

"No, no!" yn turned to look at her husband "it's so fucking hot i feel like my skin is melting off and your daughter wouldn't stop kicking my bladder so no, nothing is fucking alright!"

While the engineers around gulped, scared for their lives, Kimi bit his lips to avoid smiling at his very cute, frustrated wife. He had gotten used to her snapping at him whenever any little thing annoyed her, he knew it's the least he can do and she always apologises so no harm done really.

"It's okay, here, how about you go watch the race from the yacht? Will that be better?" Kimi whispered as he stood behind his wife with his hands underneath her belly, lifting it up to give his wife some rest.

"Oh my god," yn groaned in relief "I really needed that, I love you."

Staying like that for a few minutes, yn agreed that it would be much better if she watched the race from the yacht in her swimming suit, the atmosphere and the clothing would definitely make it much more comfortable for her. And just as she was about to leave, new company arrived.

"Ohhh, did he piss you off enough to leave him before a race?"

"Damn Kimi, don't make a pregnant woman that mad, especially not your wife."

The voices of Sebastian Vettel and Jenson Button joined the couple, along with the laugh of Mark Webber.

"Oh, shut up." As much as Kimi tells yn that he would rather eat chalk than willingly hang out with these guys, he is indeed fond of them.

"He didn't piss me off," yn pulled her husband down so she could kiss him, smiling upon hearing two of the three newcomers groan and a whistle (of course it's sebastian) "i just feel like I will burst any second so I am going to watch the race from One More Toy"

"What the fuck is one more toy?"

"Oh, it's kimi's yacht."

"Our yacht."

Placing one palm on her belly while his other rests on her cheek, Kimi smiled at his wife "be safe, yes?"

"Yeah, of course."

Giving her a kiss on her forehead, Kimi let go of his wife, watching her head towards his yacht with the help of one of the interns.

"Be safe." Came the mocking voice of Jenson Button

"I'll be so safe." Sebastian continued as they both reincarnated the way Kimi and Yn were standing a few seconds ago; Jenson's hands on Sebastian's stomach and cheek

"I'm going to kill you on this track."

Deciding to join, Mark stood in between Sebastian and Jenson, breaking up their proximity and placing his arms around their shoulders "but how would that keep us safe?"

"An engine failure, yet again from Mclaren."

"It seems like Raikkonen is the one who will retire this race, what a shame."

"Everyone was hoping for him to win this race, he had been phenomenal these past few races giving one stellar performance after the other, truly a waste to see him go this early into the race."

"Well, it looks like Kimi is going to walk to the garage."

"That is insane, it's like a 20 minute walk, no?"

"And we are back, and oh my god, there is Kimi Raikkonen in his yacht, he hasn't got a shirt on, with his wife on his lap, the father to be could not care less in this moment ladies and gentlemen."

"What a legend, the Iceman strikes again everyone, leaving the race to be on a yacht with his family. And oh my god, it seems that the couple are having the time of their lives on their yacht 'one more toy' with snacks all around and their hands all over each other."

[astonmartingf]

MISERY ; MW2

mark webber x rbr race engineer! reader

. . . fuck sebastian vettel and fuck his goddamn race engineer who he can't help but think about all the time. he's bitter, jealous and in misery.

amgf finally i've moved everything 🎉 yay! everybody cheered!! i'm so happy and excited, i'm going home for the week and i'm writing the heck out of that alo fic and doab will be finally over 🫠🫠🫠

death of a bachelor ; masterlist

[2009]

With the way the Australian was acting one would say he’s bitter. Fighting the urge to roll his eyes every time you laughed at something Seb said, which wasn’t even that funny. Maybe you were trying to be civil, but Mark wasn’t having any of it. 

Not only was he fighting for his seat in Red Bull, with the addition of a newer and younger driver he was about to be replaced. The team finally made a car competitive enough to race for podiums, but instead of attacking for points he’s left behind the dust of his teammate Sebastian Vettel.

YN who was now assigned to Vettel- are not only starting to form a better relationship, but also score more points. Not that YN nor Vettel was to blame, the sport is already complicated in a way with changes and upgrades, not everything is constant. 

And as much as Webber wanted to work with you, with how things are looking it’ll be better with both of you to do different things. You were Vettel's race engineer, and he stuck as the second driver.

[2010]

He can’t seem to pinpoint the root of his frustrations, but every time he hears your voice in the background of the team radio, talking and congratulating the fuck out of Sebastian and his pole position, he turns into this miserable monster who wants nothing but to silence you.

This of course hasn’t got unnoticed by the younger German driver who was observant, nosy, and attached to you by the hip. It seemed like wherever you go, Sebastian would follow like a lost puppy on the track. 

Which only irked the driver more, adding to the long list of unexplained frustrations in his head, eating him up. “You know, with how much you’re frowning, it’s shocking it hasn't formed into a unibrow yet.” 

Mark glanced up to see the one and only Sebastian Vettel with a goddamn awful smirk plastered on his face. Clearly he knows what’s up, rolling his eyes as the Australian raised his middle finger in front of the younger driver.

An audible gasp left Sebastian’s mouth, “You shouldn’t do that to me, I can help you know-” teasing the older driver.

Raising his brows Mark pulled Sebastian closer to him, whispering in his ears, “I don’t need your help mate, now go on and annoy someone else.”

“So… I should just go talk with YN then.” 

The mention of your name whips his head back to Sebastian, smirking as if he caught him in action. Pressing his lips into a thin line, Sebastian nods, slowly putting two and two together.

“There is something going on with you two… YN had mentioned you a few times in our conversations.” 

Mark knew better than to react, there’s no way he knows. But the thought of you speaking about him, he couldn’t help his curious nature. Turning around slowly he could hear the German’s stifling laughter. “Spill it.”

“On second thought, I think it’s time for my debrief with YN. I guess you’ll have to figure it out next time.” Shrugging his shoulder, Sebastian walked the other way leaving Mark no time to chase him.

“For fucks sake… Get a grip Webber.”

[2011]

The only thing that developed from last year was his relationship with Sebastian, it boosted the morale of the team but more importantly it put him in conversations with YN. From a bystander’s view it’s embarrassing to see his efforts go to vain.

Especially with Sebastian’s new found knowledge, he teased the Australian often. This time he learned not to blame YN, hearing Seb talk about how you’re always busy prepping and forming strategies, as well as the pressure to perform in meetings.

He could barely catch you since you were all over the paddock, nose buried in different papers looking at data, triple checking results for Sebastian. On the way from the small set prepared for the DHL Fastest Lap Award he was shocked to see YN walking beside him.

“Congratulations on your award.” Mark froze, he had not expected this at all. He’d been looking for you, biding his time to form a conversation, yet here you were congratulating him.

“Are you looking for Seb?” Mark spoke without speaking, wincing at his reply- there were definitely better responses but why would he assume you’re looking for Seb after congratulating him.

“You don’t like talking to me much? Seb has been talking a lot about you, you’ve gotten quite close these past year.” Mark stayed silent, waiting for you to say anything more.

“But I’m not here for Seb, I came looking for you actually. You deserve that award, and many more. I guess I’m just proud of you.”

This revelation came as a surprise to Mark. Bewildered, he asked more about your statement. “I thought you hated me.”

“I don’t think I ever hated you Mark, if anything else- you should hate me.”

Brows furrowed in confusion, Mark was lost. But he knew he would get his answers soon, “Why would I hate you?”

Placing your hands deep in your pockets, slouching as the corners of your mouth form to a frown, “I disappointed you Mark. Though, I’m glad to see you winning now. You did it by yourself, and I know you will continue to do better.”

[2013]

It all happened too fast. In the corner of the pit wall you stare at the screen as you watch Sebastian overtake Mark, you froze. You wanted nothing more than to run and leave, but at the same time you were stuck in your seat like a deer in headlights.

Hearing the radio beep, Sebastian’s voice was drowning in your train of thoughts and in the background you picked up the voice of Mark speaking to his own engineer. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath before responding to Sebastian.

The whole situation is out of hand, and despite you not agreeing with his actions, you have to focus on your work that needs to be done and prioritized before anything else. Just like you always have.

At the end of the podium celebration you found yourself hiding inside the team garage away from both drivers, knowing fully well you couldn’t take the stress from it all. As much as winning with Sebastian felt good, not only for the team but for your career, it also brought out the worst parts of yourself.

You didn’t know you could be this calculative, greedy, and the hunger from wanting all the wins took a toll on you, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally had you drained. You felt miserable, and worst of all- you felt yourself to blame for what happened. 

All you wanted to do was run away, there was no longer a voice of reason- the sport became unenjoyable for you, and there was no longer hope for you to get back and enjoy the sport like you used to.

Sitting in silence, you jump at the sound of Mark’s voice muffled behind the door. “YN? Can I come in?”

“It’s okay to come in.” Your voice comes out thin, hiding your face in your arms. “Are they looking for me?” Peeking over, you catch Mark kneeling down beside you.

“Nah, they’re just cleaning up. Are you feeling okay? Do you want to talk about it?”

It took you a few years to approach Mark once again, blaming yourself for his past results. As a race engineer it was your responsibility to support and ensure the drivers of their performance. You worked hard behind the screens, drowning yourself in data in the hopes of finding ways to improve.

You sit in silence, slowly relaxing as you lean on Mark’s shoulders, “It’s not your fault you know, not now and definitely not before.” 

“How are you so sure of that?” 

Mark hummed in thought, “Because I spent all those years blaming myself as well, I thought I wasn’t capable of putting out results and when you were with Seb, I can see your genuine happiness whenever he’s winning. Something we never got to experience together, I think it’s unfortunate but it’s definitely not your fault. You should know that, I don’t blame you now.”

You nod to yourself, “You blamed me before? I’m glad to hear that, I was inexperienced and only had myself to blame.”

You feel Mark laugh as his shoulders rise and fall, “I definitely cursed you in my head more times when we were together, but I learned then. And look at us now, we’re definitely better than before.” 

“I’m sorry, Mark. I could’ve done more.” Pressing his lips, Mark nods to himself.

“I understand YN. I wouldn’t lie if I say I’m not flattered that you chose to support me, but don’t ignore Seb for too long.” 

“I’m not ignoring him at all, I just want space to think clearly.” You rise from his shoulders, facing him for the first time. Your eyes puffy from crying.

“And, what did you think about?” Mark asked, wiping the tears rolling from your eyes.

“I’m thinking of quitting after the season.”

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yourinstagram it's been a while in the paddock but good luck to our boy oscar <3

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aussiegrit thank you for coming and for the nonstop support love ❤️

sebastianvettel let's meet up soon

yourinstagram sure seb, i miss you and hanna

user1 their boy oscar WOW

user2 why are you casually dropping this????

user3 i'm here from twitter and it's a mess

user4 i just read the webyn thread

user5 we're all here from twt???

oscarpiastri thank you so much for coming to see me!

yourinstagram good luck on your first race! we're proud of you

user6 yn left and came back as MOTHER!!!

user7 this is single handedly making me look forward for the 2023 season in the hopes of seeing mark and yn on the paddock

[ham1lton]

no bc ur so right abt charles 😭 he's having the time of his life pretending it's like a super select club!!

other people i was thinking of were lando (specifically cringe fail loser bf!lando), oscar, logan, mick, george, jenson, and seb bc . . . its seb. the more people he gets to be a menace to the better <3

(this is the same anon who sent the reverse harem, "i can fix him" complex, toxic!oscar x adhd!yn, jenson accidentally fucking up his phone trying to have a reason to flirt with engineer!yn, and oscar losing his nonchalance bc mark did not distract jenson from flirting with engineer!yn asks) (i'm typing this out and realizing how much i've been on your blog . . . oops)

would it be okay if i was🌻 anon?

OFC U CAN <3 and don’t apologise!!

i was thinking whether or not engineer yn would be super professional during work times. she’s like ‘i’m not your girlfriend, i’m your engineer’.

charles takes this as a challenge. he’s like ‘ms engineer ur so very pretty… do you have a boyfriend 😋’ and yn is like 🤨😒

george is very much supportive of this… he’s very professional. he even emails her their date nights with an itinerary.

logan is supportive in the sense he’ll avoid her until they get home because he’s scared he’ll do something stupid like call her a pet name or refer to their home life and yn is like noooo it’s okay u can be the exception <3

oscar is supportive but too supportive. if yn is like ‘hey oscar you left ur shirt at mine last night. here you go’ he’s like ‘wow thank you ms yln whom i have NO outside connection with! how did my shirt get there?’

lando always forgets. he walks in and he’s like ‘hi my beautiful smart gorgeous girlfriend.’ and yn is like ‘engineer not girlfriend.’ so he leaves, walks in again and is like ‘hi my beautiful smart gorgeous engineer.’

jenson just does what he likes and yn giggles.

[shuxiii]

Everyday pt. 8

Hanni Pham x reader pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5, pt6, pt7, pt8, pt9, pt10, pt11, pt12, pt13

a/n i am dying, credits ''every day'' david levithan

TW: homophobia

a/n me messing i saw hanni in edits today and pictures I had to make chapter 8, still credits all to ''every day'' by David levithan, edit: I'm losing my sanity

Day 6006

The phone rings.

I reach for it, thinking it’s Hanni.

Even though it can’t be.

I look at the name on the screen. Austin.

My boyfriend.

“Hello?” I answer.

“Hugo! This is your nine a.m. wake-up call. I will be there in an hour. Go make yourself purdy.”

“Whatever you say,” I mumble.

There’s a lot I have to do in an hour.

First, there’s the usual getting up, getting showered, and getting dressed. In the kitchen, I can hear my parents talking loudly in a language I don’t know. It sounds like Spanish but isn’t Spanish, so I’m guessing it’s Portuguese. Foreign languages throw me—I have a beginner’s grasp of a few of them, but I can’t really access a person’s memory fast enough to pretend to be fluent in any of them. I access and find that Hugo’s parents are from Brazil. But that’s not going to help me understand them better. So I steer clear of the kitchen.

Austin is picking Hugo up to go to a gay pride parade in Annapolis. Two of their friends, William and Nicolas, will be coming along. It’s marked on Hugo’s calendar as well as his mind.

Luckily, Hugo has a laptop in his room—since it’s the weekend and a school computer isn’t an option, I am going to risk checking in. I quickly open my email and find something that Hanni sent only ten minutes ago.

Yn,

I hope it went well yesterday. I called her house just now and no one was home—do you think they’re getting help? I’m trying to take it as a good sign.

Meanwhile, here’s a link you need to see. It’s out of control.

Where are you today?

H

I click on the link beneath her initial and am taken to the home page of a big Baltimore tabloid website. The headline blares:

THE DEVIL AMONG US!

It’s Haruto’s story, but it’s not only Haruto’s story. This time there are five or six other people from the area claiming to have been possessed by the devil. Much to my relief, none of them besides Haruto are familiar to me. All of them are older than I am. Most claim to have been possessed for a time much longer than a single day.

I would think the reporter would have been more skeptical, but she buys the stories uncritically. She even links to other stories of demonic possession—death-row criminals who claimed they were under the influence of satanic forces, politicians and preachers who were caught in compromising positions and said that something very uncharacteristic had come over them. It all sounds very convenient.

I quickly run Haruto through a search engine and find more coverage. The story, it seems, is going wide.

In article after article, there is one person quoted. Essentially, he says the same thing every time:

“I have no doubt that these are cases of demonic possession,” says Rev. Anderson Poole, who has been counseling Watanabe. “These are textbook examples. The devil is nothing if not predictable.”

“These possessions should come as no surprise,” says Poole. “We as a society have been leaving the door wide open. Why wouldn’t the devil walk right in?”

People are believing this. The articles and posts in the comments sections are legion—all from people who see the devil’s work in everything.

Even though I should know better, I shoot off a quick email to Haruto.

I am not the devil.

I hit send, but I don’t feel any better.

I email Hanni, telling her how it went with Jiwon's father. I also let her know that I’m going to be in Annapolis for the day, and tell her what T-shirt I’m wearing and what I look like.

There’s a honk outside, and I see a car that must be Austin’s. I race through the kitchen and say a hurried goodbye to Hugo’s parents. Then I pile into the car—the boy in the passenger seat (William) moves into the back with the other boy (Nicolas) so I can sit next to my boyfriend. For his part, Austin takes one look at my outfit and tsk-tsks, “You’re wearing that to Pride?” But he’s joking. I think.

There is conversation around me the whole car ride, but I’m not really a part of it. My mind is completely elsewhere.

I shouldn’t have sent Haruto that email.

One simple line, but it admits too much.

From the moment we hit Annapolis, Austin is in his element.

“Isn’t this fun?” he keeps asking.

William, Nicolas, and I nod, agree. In truth, the Annapolis Pride events aren’t that elaborate—in many ways it feels like the navy has turned gay and lesbian for the day, and a ragtag assortment of people have come along to cheer it on. The weather is sunny and cool, and that seems to cheer everyone further. Austin likes to hold my hand and swing it like we’re walking down the yellow brick road. Ordinarily, I’d be charmed. He has every right to be proud, to enjoy this day. It’s not his fault I’m so distracted.

I’m looking for Hanni in the crowd. I can’t help it. Every now and then, Austin catches me.

“See someone you know?” he asks.

“No,” I say truthfully.

She’s not here. She hasn’t made it. And I feel foolish for expecting her to. She can’t just drop her life every time I’m available. Her day is no less important than mine.

We come to a corner where there are a few people protesting the festivities. I don’t understand this at all. It’s like protesting the fact that some people are red-haired.

In my experience, desire is desire, love is love. I have never fallen in love with a gender. I have fallen for individuals. I know this is hard for people to do, but I don’t understand why it’s so hard, when it’s so obvious.

One of the protestor’s signs catches my eye. HOMOSEXUALITY IS THE DEVIL’S WORK, it says. And once again I think about how people use the devil as an alias for the things they fear. The cause and effect is backward. The devil doesn’t make anyone do anything. People just do things and blame the devil after.

Predictably, Austin stops to kiss me in front of the protestors. I try to oblige. Philosophically, I am with him. But I’m not inside the kiss. I cannot manufacture the intensity.

He notices. He doesn’t say anything, but he notices.

I want to check my email on Hugo’s phone, but Austin isn’t letting me out of his sight. When William and Nicolas make a move to get some lunch, Austin says he and I are going to go our own way for a little while.

I assume we’re going to get lunch, too, but instead he pulls me into a hip clothing store and spends the next hour trying things on, with me giving my outside-the-changing-room opinion. At one point, he pulls me into the changing room to steal some kisses, and I oblige. But at the same time, I’m thinking that if we’re inside, there’s no way Hanni is going to find me.

While Austin debates whether the skinny jeans are skinny enough, I find myself wondering what Jiwon is doing at this moment. Is she unburdening herself, going along with it, or is she defiant, denying that she ever wanted help in the first place? I picture Beomgyu and Soobin in their rec room, playing video games, not having any sense that their week was disrupted. I think of Keeho later tonight, preparing his clothes for church tomorrow morning.

“What do you think?” Austin asks.

“They’re great,” I say.

“You didn’t even look.”

I can’t argue this. He’s right. I didn’t.

I look at him now. I need to pay more attention.

“I like them,” I tell him.

“Well, I don’t,” he says. Then he storms back into the changing room.

I haven’t been a good guest in Hugo’s life. I access his memories and discover that he and Austin first became boyfriends at this very celebration, a year ago this weekend. They’d been friends for a little while, but they’d never talked about how they felt. They were each afraid of ruining the friendship, and instead of making it better, their caution made everything awkward. So finally, as a pair of twentysomething men passed by holding hands, Austin said, “Hey, that could be us in ten years.”

And Hugo said, “Or ten months.”

And Austin said, “Or ten days.”

And Hugo said, “Or ten minutes.”

And Austin said, “Or ten seconds.”

Then they each counted to ten, and held hands for the rest of the day.

The start of it.

Hugo would have remembered this.

But I didn’t.

Austin senses something has changed. He comes back from the dressing room without any clothes in his arms, looks at me, and makes a decision.

“Let’s get out of here,” he says. “I don’t want to have this particular conversation in this particular store.”

He leads me down to the water, away from the celebration, away from the crowds. He finds a somewhat secluded bench and I follow him there. Once we sit down, it all comes out.

“You haven’t been with me once this whole day,” he says. “You aren’t listening to a word I say. You keep looking around for someone else. And kissing you is like kissing a block of wood. And today, of all days. I thought you said you were going to give it a chance. I thought you said you were snapping out of whatever it is that’s been afflicting you the past couple of weeks. I am sure I recall you saying there wasn’t anyone else. But maybe I’m mistaken. I was willing to bend over backward, Hugo. But I can’t bend over backward and walk around at the same time. I can’t bend over backward and have a conversation. I guess when it all comes down to it, I’m just not that damn flexible.”

“Austin, I’m sorry,” I say.

“Do you even love me?”

I have no idea if Hugo loves him or not. If I tried, I’m sure I could access moments when he loved him and moments when he didn’t. But I can’t answer the question and be sure I’m being truthful. I’m caught.

“My feelings haven’t changed,” I say. “I’m just a little off today. It has nothing to do with you.”

Austin laughs. “Our anniversary has nothing to do with me?”

“That’s not what I said. I mean my mood.”

Now Austin is shaking his head.

“I can’t do this, Hugo. You know I can’t do this.”

“Are you breaking up with me?” I ask, genuine fear in my voice. I can’t believe I’m doing this to both of them.

Austin hears the fear, looks at me and maybe sees something worth keeping.

“This isn’t the way I want today to go,” he says. “But I have to believe that it isn’t the way you want it to go, either.”

I can’t imagine that Hugo was planning to break up with Austin today. And if he was, he can always do it tomorrow.

“Come here,” I say. Austin moves in to me and I lean into his shoulder. We sit like that for a moment, looking at the ships on the bay. I take his hand. When I turn to look at him, he’s blinking back tears.

This time when I kiss him, I know there’s something in it. When he feels it, it may come across as love. It is my thanks to him for not ending it. It is my thanks to him for giving it at least one day more.

We stay out until late, and I am a good boyfriend the whole time. Eventually I lose myself a little in his life, dancing along with Austin, William, Nicolas, and a few hundred other gays and lesbians when the parade organizers blast the Village People’s “In the Navy.”

&n

bsp; I keep looking for Hanni, but only when Austin is distracted. And, at a certain point, I give up.

When I get home, there’s an email from her:

Yn,

Sorry I couldn’t make it to Annapolis—there were some things I had to do.

Maybe tomorrow?

H

I wonder what the “things I had to do” were. I have to assume they involve Minji, because otherwise, wouldn’t she have told me what they were?

I’m pondering this when Austin texts me to say he ended up having a great day. I text him back and say I had a great day, too. I can only hope that’s the way Hugo remembers it, because now Austin has proof if he denies it.

Hugo’s mother comes in and says something to me in Portuguese. I only get about half of it.

“I’m tired,” I tell her in English. “I think it’s time for bed.”

I don’t think I’ve addressed her questions, but she just shakes her head—I am a typical, unforthcoming teenager—and heads back to her room.

Before I go to sleep, I decide to see if Haruto has written me back.

He has.

Two words.

Prove it.

[slightlymore]

please bear in mind I'm also writing my master thesis rn and I'm slowly dying of a slow death

[rat-that-writes]

Werecat!Y/N x Engineer Mark | Headcanons

a/n: ok so you have a human form and you have a lil kitty cat form and these are hcs for the latter. also this is set as not on the ship bc mark cooks and theres food and a pet store so ?? idk maybe ur back on earth lol

tw: the word tiddy lol??? other than that idk but send an ask if you see anything!

taglist: @softladyhours

ok first of all when you first turn into a cat with him he is PANICKING

what should you eat???? cat food???? human food???? he doesn’t want to give you cat food because he feels like that might offend you????? HELP????

you end up eating some chicken and veggies he cooked you and it was WAY better than any cat food youve ever had

he also gives you both milk and water bowls because he doesnt know what else to do lol

he is kind of clueless with animals so he tries to look for something to keep you entertained because god knows how long you’ll be in your little tiny cat body

he finds a twig and tapes some string and feathers to it because he doesn’t want to leave you to go the store because hes scared you might get crushed and die for some reason

but you are not a huge fan of the makeshift cat toy and he is so lost hes so worried what does he do ???? help him

you might have to go sit on his lap to calm him down

your fluffy little head is so cute to him and he eventually stops panicking when he pets you for a while

then he has a brilliant idea: take you to the pet store with him

you adamantly refuse to get in a box or a bag and since he doesn’t have a cat carrier he just picks you up, places you ever so gently on his car seat, and makes sure to buckle you up before he heads into town

when you get there he just carries you around like a teddy bear and asks you if you want any of the treats or toys or anything only to then realise you still cannot speak, only meow

so he just holds you out to some products and if you paw them or meow he puts them in the cart

(he ends up buying way too much stuff but… youre too cute to resist shhh)

when you get back home you’re pretty tired so you go curl up on a pillow and mark literally stares at you the whole time because oh my god you are so cute

if you do the loaf thing he will be overjoyed and take literally hundreds of pictures of you from all angles

when he goes to lay down as well, you get up from your spot to go sit on his chest and do the making biscuits thing with your paws (tiddy biscuits as Softie calls them)

he will actually cry out of happiness upon this sight and you have to meow at him to get him to start breathing again

he loves watching you run around the house you are so small and fast and cute and your little legs are so fluffy

he goes to sleep with you curled up by his shoulder, purring in his ear which makes him fall asleep almost instantly

but when he wakes up and you’re back in your human form he is so relieved

he cuddles you extra tight after and apologises for being so spooked but you tell him he did so good for his first time in that situation and you know he’ll do even better the next time

“as long as you don’t bring in any dead birds, i think i’ll be ok”

“what about mice?”

😐

(pls dont do that to him)

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Mayhaps a Space Mark x Captain Reader?

So, you know the scene in Avengers: Endgame with Tony’s arm mangled from the Infinity Stones? I thought it’d be cool if the Captain had a thing similar to that, but less lethal, if that makes sense.

I was wondering if you could do something with the reader with serious ptsd from everything that happened, overworking themselves to the bone, realizing that the spot Mark yanked the crystal out had become infected or something. The reader has a horrible long and pulsing wound that goes up to their shoulder from having the crystal so long, and they knew it would scar, but this is so much worse, but they convince themselves they are fine, but then eventually Mark and the crew realize the reader is seriously hurt when the reader almost passes out in the hallway. Mark argues with the reader, telling them to just let him see, and they panic, knowing how he’ll react, but Mark finally pulls their sleeve up and finds the wound.

And stares. And stares, hearing CC scold the Captain and saying how they could have lost their arm to infection if they had left it like that much longer. He then shakily patches it up, not letting anyone else near it, because it was his responsibility. He did this to them.

Reader passes out sometime during all this, and when they wake up, Mark is at their bedside and won’t meet their eyes, bringing them water and shakily asking them what else they need, before the reader says his name and he just absolutely breaks down, sobbing, apologizing and crying.

Angst and comfort and pining and confessions please? 🥺❤️

'God, it’s worse than I imagined-’

“Ouch.”

Wincing as your fingers barely grazed against the pulsating wound, you stared at it in the bathroom mirror, wondering how you let it get this bad. 

It all started when that damn crystal was ripped out of your flesh. You still remember how it was so painful you couldn’t even speak or cry out...you were just in total shock the whole time. And you obviously knew it was gonna scar, though it never gave you much trouble.

At least not until now, as it transformed into this horrid thing that trailed all the way up to your shoulder. The flesh looked like burnt muscle, with bluish blisters embedded in its mass.

Feeling your stomach lurch, you sucked in a breath and rolled your sleeve back down and put your gloves on.

You’ll deal with this later. You had other matters to attend to as captain. The duties didn’t stop just because the colony was getting set up.

Not only that, but you couldn’t tell Mark about this. Even after getting out of that messy timeloop, you never told him that he accidentally scarred your palm...and you definitely didn’t plan to show him what became of that scar.

He would be devastated.

And what about the rest of the crew if they found out and panicked?

That would be messy, and you hated messes. So you figured you’ll carry on as usual and see if your assistance was needed anywhere. Surely everyone was wondering where their trusty captain had run off to. It’s surprising that nobody’s spamming your messages yet..not even Mark.

But as you left the room and trekked down the corridor, your uniform suddenly felt unusually heavy. And you could feel your arm throbbing and your breaths becoming labored.

‘Maybe I just need to get this off..’ You figured, removing your helmet. However in doing so, the pain sharply swelled up and you hissed in agony, dropping the gear to the floor and startling a few nearby crewmembers--Celci included.

“Captain? You dropped this.” She frowned as she picked up the helmet and gave it back to you, though she noticed how exhausted you looked. “Cap? Is..everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m..I’m all good, CC. I just got butter fingers today.” With a tired smile, you tried taking it, though you nearly dropped it a second time and quietly cursed at yourself.

Now your sleeve was irritating the wound, and you itched it furiously.

“CC! Are you messing with the captain’s helmet?!”

You froze. ‘Oh shit..why now?’ 

He’s here, too.

“No, Mark.” The cryo lead huffed as she put the helmet down. “They have trouble carrying it, and..they don’t look so good either. Like they’re running a fever.”

Immediately, Mark’s glare vanished into a look of concern as he saw you sitting against the wall, and he knelt down. “Cap? Are you sick? Do you need anything?”

“N-No, no..I just..need a minute to rest my legs.” You tried staying calm, but it was failing with the anxiety welling up inside your chest. His staring didn’t help matters, either.

“Captain, don’t think I haven’t noticed. You’ve been working your tail off all day. And you’re sweating bullets. Maybe you should take off the jumpsuit-”

“No!”

He flinched at your shout, and even you seemed surprised as you shrunk back and clutched your arm. So much for trying to stay calm and not worrying anybody. “I mean..I..I’m sorry. It’s been a long day.”

"What’s wrong with your arm?” Mark asked.

“Nothing.”

“...then why are you holding it like it’s broken?”

“Nothing is wrong with it, Mark.” The panic was starting to settle in as you scowled at him, wishing he would just drop the subject. “I-If you don’t stop asking, I’ll...I’ll...”

“You’ll what? Demerit me for being concerned about my captain’s well-being?!” Now he was growing irritated, too. “If nothing’s wrong, then can I see it?”

“.......”

“Captain-”

“You’re not gonna like what you find..” You finally muttered, realizing that you can’t stop him. He was too stubborn and concerned for his own good...and you knew it was only going to hurt him in the most painful way possible.

But you just sighed and looked away, closing your eyes as you felt Mark gently take your arm and roll up the sleeve a little bit.

That was more than enough to horrify him.

You expected him to react with disgust, though when you bravely opened your eyes, he was just staring at it. Even as he took off your glove and found the crystal-shaped scar in your hand, he didn’t show much of a reaction to that either.

His eyes only stared and stared...

“My god..what happened?!” Celci was shocked, but you were barely able to focus on her words.

Your blurring gaze remained on Mark as, with trembling hands, he dug up a roll of bandages from his pocket and wrapped them around your arm. He did it as gently as he could, ignoring the concerns of anybody who walked by and asked what happened to you.

They didn’t understand.

None of them would understand.

Because only he knew what caused this.

Because he did this to you.

His guilt only grew when you eventually lost consciousness right as he finished, and he was oddly stoic as he quietly ordered the medical team to get a stretcher, operators, and medications ready.

It was all he could do to keep himself from breaking down in front of them.

..............

Hours later you came to and woke up in a bed. You sat up a little, recognizing your surroundings as the medical bay built within the colony. It was definitely more spacious than the infirmary back on the Invincible II, with your own individual room.

As you took in the scents of clean chemicals, you realized you were just in your uniform pants and sleeveless white undershirt. You looked at the bandage on your arm, covering your wound from fingers to shoulder. It wasn’t hurting anymore, thank goodness.

Though..it left you thinking about Mark and wondering if he was doing alright.

Then as if a higher being from above heard you, the door opened and you saw your head engineer stumble in with a glass of water. His gaze was downcast, refusing to meet your eyes; not even as he shakily set the cup down on the small table (which also held flowers native to the planet and get-well-soon notes). A few water droplets spilled, but that was the least of your worries.

Instead you watched Mark as he sat in the chair by your bedside, his head still bowed. “M-Morning cap, can I...get you anything else?”

He was very much not alright. 

His voice sounded so monotone, yet so broken at the same time.

This was exactly what you dreaded. So you tried to be gentle with your wording so he didn’t think you were upset with him.

“I’m okay, thank you Mar-”

But before you could finish saying his name..he broke down into tears, hands rubbing at his face as he sobbed quietly. “Wh-Why...Why didn’t you tell me...I..I did this to you?!”

“I didn’t want you to worry.” You frowned with guilt. “It’s my own fault for letting it get this bad. You have every right to be mad at me.”

“..h-how could I ever be mad at you when I’m the reason you got infected i-in the first place?” With a tearful voice he finally looked up at you, face tinted red and eyes puffy. “You didn’t give yourself that s-scar...i-it was my fault..”

Your heart broke further as he choked out those words. Those exact same words he said about the warp core..

Indeed, it was a traumatic experience for both of you. Especially for him, knowing he’s hurt you several times and tried blaming you for all the problems he caused..thinking you were betraying him and the universe and...

But he just sniffled and looked at you directly. “The doctors..brought down the swelling and removed those blisters. Th-They said your arm would still be functional. Might take a few days, though..”

“That’s still good news.” You nodded softly.

“Yeah. Celci was going on and on about how lucky you were..not to need an amputation. God, I..I-I can’t even imagine if that had to happen because of me.” He laughed tearfully, voice breaking into sobs again. “I-Imagine me screwing up that badly, huh? Wouldn’t that be funny?”

Shaking your head, you sat up more to hug him, unable to bear seeing him this upset. And you let him cry into your non-infected shoulder as you held him as tight as you could.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, [y/n].” He didn’t mean to say your actual name, but he was so crushed by the “what ifs” and felt this gut-wrenching heartache inside of him--the fear of losing you or being the reason you lost a limb eating him alive. In this moment, saying your name felt natural.

“It’s alright, Mark. I forgive you.” You patted his back. Even if you only had one good arm left, you’d still give the best hugs that you possibly could to this man.

“Y-You’d still forgive me if-?”

“Of course. Neither of us could’ve known it could infect me like this. And if I needed that procedure to save my life, then..that’s fine. I’ll learn to live with it. Besides, I could get myself a cool robot arm.”

You heard him laugh a little bit through his tears, his stubble tickling your skin. ‘At least he’s feeling better now.’ You sighed softly in relief as you stroked his hair absentmindedly. 

He gazed at you tiredly, a smile on his lips; though he did something unexpected as he pulled you closer and rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed. You were flustered, but shut your eyes, too, holding onto each other for a few moments.

After some time Mark pulled away, taking your hands. “[Y/n], there’s something I’ve..been meaning to tell you.” He cleared his throat. ”I was so terrified to lose you, both today and in that wormhole-warp core fiasco. I didn’t think I’d ever get the chance to say this, so I’m going to right now: I...may or may not have...f-feelings for you that you may or may not reciprocate...?” He murmured quietly, averting his gaze.

Even he sounded unsure of himself, thinking this was too unprofessional. 

Maybe it wasn’t the right time, but he was so afraid that there wouldn’t be a “next time”. Anything could happen to him or you or the crew tomorrow or tonight...with all you’ve been through there’s been missed opportunities and no second chances for some things.

And this was a huge risk he was taking--a risk that could end with him being heartbroken and you never looking at him as anything but a head engineer.

Yet when he nervously looked up at you, all he could see was your warm smile, feeling your hands tighten around his.

And in that moment he found no reason to fear or doubt you anymore.

Because you felt the same.

[incorrectinspacewithmarkiplier]

En!Mark, holding a rock: The Captain just gave this to me and said "I feel like you deserve the moon but all I can give you is a rock".

Allu: If you don't marry them, I will.

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

*bangs fists on desk* CAPTAINEER RAAAH

[adewild1-blog]

Just Another Indy Muso Trying To Break Even (Part 3)

#adewildingmusic

So here it is, the last part of my long-winded whine about the unfair way in which modern Indie Musicians are treated by the big bully boys (no need to mention them, you know who they are by now)!

So at the end of my last blog I told you that I’d give you some indications of Outgoings v Incoming money, that I’ve earned from the release of my debut solo album “Ghosts Of My Past”.  

It’s actually a bit tricky to quantify the actual outgoings, especially when you take into consideration the amount of time it takes takes to write each song to begin with. Also every song is different so will take an alternative amount of time to record engineer and produce! 

Lets say for arguments sake that it took 2 hours to write each song (in reality it could take anywhere from 20 mins to 20 years!.)  Any normal profession would charge an hourly rate.  So if I say, again for the sake of arguments that I charge a very reasonable rate of £20 per hour.  There are 12 songs on the album, so that’s 24hrs of my time x £20 per hour = £480.  

Then there’s the time spent actually recording each song.  Again I’ll have to round this up to an average number. I think 10 hours per song is a reasonable amount of time, my songs are pretty simple affairs musically, so usually just involve recording me singing the main melody and two or three backing vocal parts, and an average of four different guitar tracks.  So that's 12 tracks x 10 hours each = 120 Hours x £20 per hour = £2400.  

Other costs involved in the recording process will usually include session musicians.  I only used one session musician, that was a Bass Guitarist who played on all 12 songs on the album. Luckily for me he did it as a favour, but for the purpose of illustration I will say that he also charged £20 per hour and spent 2 Hours per track, i.e., 1 hour to work out and rehearse the bass lines and 1 hour to record them (yeah I know he’s very quick for a Bass Guitarist!).  So again that’s 12 songs x 2 hours = 24 x £20 = £480.  

Now we come to the fees for the mechanics of the recording, this could be split up into the actual Recording Process, Mixing, which is very basically to get the right balance of the different sounds, and Mastering, which is again very basically to make sure that the volume levels are OK for playback on various devices and radio etc.  

Very often this might be done by a number of different people and at a number of different places or businesses.

In my case the album was recorded, mixed and mastered at the same studio and by the same Engineer.  This is where it gets a bit tricky for me, as again the owner of the studio is a personal friend of mine, so I got my album recorded at “Mates Rates”, which I’m not going to divulge. So for this exercise after checking out various UK recording studio prices I’m going to use £300 per day for the actual recording studio hire with an engineer, which again is a very reasonable price for a smaller studio. Expect to pay £1000+ for somewhere like “Rockfield”!  Each song would take approximately 1 day to record, so that’s 12 x £300 = £3600.

For the Mixing I’ve again looked at current UK prices charged and an average would seem to be about £30 per track. 12 x £30 = £360

Charges for Mastering seem to be somewhere about the same as the charges for mixing so that’s another 12 x £30 = £360

So let’s total it all up.  

My time for writing =  £480

My time for recording = £2400

Session Musician =  £480

Recording =  £3600

Mixing =  £360

Mastering =  £360

Total = £7680

Other costs that need to be considered, are Album Artwork, which in my case my son did for me and Artist Promotional pictures, which I did myself and actual artist promotion, which again I’m trying to do myself. So I haven’t added any costs, but if I had we would now be looking at a total outlay of around the £10,000 mark. 

I’ve not even mentioned the cost of the musical instruments and effects I’ve used in the recording and breakables such as guitar strings, guitar picks etc.

Ok, so now for the big reveal.  I used a company called “Distrokid” to distribute my album to all of the major Digital streaming platforms such as Spotify, iTunes, Apple Music, Amazon Napster etc, etc (that cost another $50 by the way). They then collect any monies paid to Spotify and hold it for you to be paid out on request.  

I released the album on 13th June 2020 and as of today 1st May 2021 (note that’s 1st May not the 1st April !) I have earned from all of these Digital Streaming Platforms combined the magnificent sum of:  $35 !  

 Yes you’ve read that correctly! $35 

Despite having well over 10,000 streams (just under 10,000 on Spotify alone).

So back to the Billionaire CEO of Spotify Daniel Ek, who let me remind you said that musicians need to release music more often to be successful, and that people who only release an album every 3 or 4 years aren’t going to cut it!  

Can someone explain to me how we are meant to be able to afford to release music more often when we are not getting paid a fair price for making it! 

I’m going to end it here, so that I can go and cry into my beer, but before I go, someone once asked me what I’d do if I won £1000,000. I replied I’d keep on making music until the money runs out! 

Thank you

Diolch yn fawr

[d-nghy-ck]

Requests in Progress:

Fluff: Haechan's first photoshoot with a female model for a fancy brand; white button up, hair slicked back, make-up accentuating the masculine features of his face. He exudes so much confidence, yet you can still feel the erratic beating of his heart when you place your hand on his chest

Smut: Jealous and unbridled Haechan, edging you to prove the unspoken point of how you’re his and no one else’s, faced with the inability to express the deep romantic feelings he reserves for you beneath his driven exterior 

Suggestive fluff: Haechan can’t help but admire how you look in his shirt.

Crack to smut (...): YN and Haechan joking over dinner how a type of pasta sounds like “dick” in Spanish (I both hate it and love it here)

Smut: “I wanna tease and kiss down his happy trail” - this isn’t even a request, but it’s about to be one, because now I want to write a bj piece, ty

The classic smut: Gamer Haechan. Planning my own twist on it that will remain unspoken until publishing. 

Smut: Haechan biting + marking. 

Complete Requests:

[ Appetite ] Suggestive fluff, Renjun: It’s dinner time, but you’re already prepping your palate with the taste of him.

[ Pearlescent ] Smut, established relationship: Soft, sweet smut with boyfriend Donghyuck at the beach. 

[ Gravity ] Fluff, slight angst. Astronaut Donghyuck x Engineer YN. 

[agroupiewhore]

Can you do a reader x Roger x John relationship would be like? I would love that😍😍

Oh look my dream threesome.

AN- still not fussed about spelling or grammar, if you dont like this sort of stuff then dont read it. Some sentences are nsfw. Like always this went on. Enjoy.

How you met- You had been friends with John for a while and always had admired him greatly, his coyness, his ability to make you laugh and the sound of his voice you found incredibly endearing. Your friendship had been teetering on the edge and you both felt you wanted more out of eachother, one of you just had to pluck up the courage. (Also his long hair 😍). John had invited you to one of Queen's concerts and ofcourse you excepted. You wore something pretty slutty since you were trying to impress him. When you arrived John was lost for words as to how stunning you were.

'YN o my, you look beautiful love'

'You think so' you turn so he can see your full outfit. Watching as his smile lights up. He then takes your hand, your heart flutters at this kind gesture, and leads you to where the rest of the band are sat.

This is when your eyes gaze upon roger for the first time.

You sit next to john who keeps a light hand on your knee but roger cannot stop staring at you, the way YHC cascades down your back, how your eyes light up at a conversation of your interest and the way the clothes you are wearing fit your body so well. He feels bad, he's heard john talk about his feelings for you but he just cant help it.

'Anyone want another drink' john asks.

'Sure'

John walks off to order the drinks as roger slides into the unoccupied chair. You swallow and try to avert your eyes back to the empty glasses on the table. You can't help but feel hot as roger loops an arm around the back of your chair.

'How long have you known john for'

You try to focus and not think about how silky roger's voice sounds, somehow soft but with a hint of roughness. 'A couple years. We were in the same class'

'I didn't realise they accepted supermodels into electrical engineering courses'

You feel yourself turn redder at his comment. 'What was it you studied'

'I would have been a dentist'

'If you were my dentist i would come more than once a year'

'I'd make you come everyday babe'

Poor choice of words YN you think to yourself. John returns with the drinks slightly glaring at roger's new position.

'Thank you' as he passes you your drink. You sip on it slowly eyeing both of them up.

There's no reason why you can't have both you think.

Roger likes to always have his hands on your waist or hips or will often shove his hands into your back pockets where as john prefers to be holding your hand and enjoys playing with your hair. Roger likes to kiss your neck and enjoys leaving hicceys in places where people can see.

'Roger' you groan as you start applying concealer (or whatever the equivalent was in the seventies) to your collar bones. Roger was sat on the bed leaning against the headboard, shirtless and smoking a cigarette. John's leaning against the door frame watching you get ready and admiring how you look in his shirt.

'Babe you know i like it when everyone knows your mine'

'Not just yours'

'I know' roger sighs.

'I mean could you kiss a bit lower next time'

'You make out like i'm the only one who marks you, have you seen the state of your inner thighs baby'

You watch as john smiles to himself and wets his lips.

'You were the one who told me to keep going' john said.

John much prefers going down on you because he loves the confidence boost he feels when he makes you orgasm. He's amazing at fingering you (come on we've all seen the bass solo in liar) and the feeling of your wetness dripping onto his fingers. And he loves to take his time when he eats you out. He is far more of a tease then roger.

'John please' you whimper as he strokes his fingers up you inner thigh. Roger is posistioned behind you nipping and sucking on your neck.

'What love' john smirks as his fingers lightly brush your soaking wet clit.

'John' you moan again louder.

'Use your words' he says as he plunges 2 fingers straight into you. Roger can feel you writhing underneath you and you can feel his arousal pressed into your back.

'John, i want you to make me come'

'Very well' he says as he moves his tongue down your body. And starts to move his tongue in ways you can only imagine.

'John i'm gonna come, i'm gonna come now'

'Them come for us' roger whispers into your ear. Just as you can feel your orgasm building john moves his mouth away causing you to gasp. He brings his head up, his lips coated in your juices.

'Roger do you want to swap'

You could have killed them both.

'Yeah why not'

This was one of their favourite things to do with you. When you were engaging in sexual activities one of them would bring you to the point of orgasm and then they would switch positions leaving you at their mercy.

'Why are you doing this to me'

'Because its fun' they both answer.

@deakydeaky (feel free to criticise 😂)

[yourjughead]

Ghosts part 3

Sweet Pea x Reader

Warnings: Car smut, it's been awhile. Fluff.

A/N: now so, first Sweet Pea smut....idk, let me know.

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3rd Person.

You drove along the windy Riverdale roads in silence, only the hum of the engine to be heard. Sweet Pea’ headlights cut through the darkness of the winter night, you could feel the bruise on your face start to emerge. Toni was never good at giving Christmas presents.

“So...you want to talk about it ynn?”

“No” you were rolled over on your side facing the car door.

“Okay… but not gonna lie you throwing Toni like that was kinda hot, reminded me of how you used to handle disobedience with the Juniors in the good old days”

“You mean before I fucked everything up”

“You didn't fuck everything up” his hand rested on your thigh comfortingly, you missed it.

“Do you think I should just leave again” Sweet Pea intentionally swerved the car to a side road suddenly before slamming hard on breaks, sending you both forward in your seats.

“Yn, if you're going to leave, leave now. I'll drive you to the bus station right now because at least that way I might get a goodbye this time-” a pang of guilt ran through you at his cut and dry words. He stayed staring dead on in front of him.

“-because I can't do this again. I can't get invested in you again only to have you leave me again. So if you're not willing to work for it then you might as well give up and go back to whatever drain you came out of because you're not allowed lead me on for your own personal gain. I won't allow it. I care too much” he then looked at you with saddened, panicked eyes.

“So, bus stop?” he looked back at the darkened road. You bit the inside of your lip before unbuckling your belt and climbing between the two seats into the back, beckoning Sweet Pea as you went. He obliged confusingly.

You met his lips with pure hunger, your arms went around his neck and his to your hips. You leaned backwards slowly, pulling him on top of you in the backseat, hunger growing ferociously in your kisses.

Sweet Pea pushed your head up and into the fabric, trailing kisses down your neck, nipping your collar bone.

“Oh ynn I missed you” he murmured. Thank God for tinted windows.

“Show me how much Sweets”

You pushed him back slightly but only to pull his shirt over his head, his muscles reacting to the sudden nip in the air before being pulled back down to you, your hands running up his bear chest. He aggressively pulled your shirt from your head, tossing it the same direction as his went. The familiar feeling of him biting and sucking down your chest was making you crazy. He pushed your legs open so he could kneel between them to steady himself, you wrapped your legs around him.

He hovered over you slightly taking in what was happening. You bit your lip.

“Oh you don't know what that does to me ynn”

“I think I have an idea” your hand ran over his bulge that was still concealed in his jeans but bursting to come out. He breath hitched slightly.

“Are you sure you want to do this ynn?”

“Well I'm on BC, in the back of a Mazda, at the side of some back road with a hot shirtless Serpent on a Friday night so yeah….you're right I don't” you winked pulling him back to your lips.

You both assisted each other in removing the rest of the fabric separating you both. Sweet Pea trailed your body with his tongue before catching you completely by surprise and nipping your clit harshly sending you moaning crazily. Your back arched as Sweet Pea left your inner thighs covered in hickeys. He moved his tongue inside of you and you couldn't help but run your fingers through his hair and push him deeper. The feeling of you tugging his hair and the sound of your moaning had Sweet Pea working up a sweat of his own.

“It's been so long Ynn I want you so fucking bad” he breathed against your heat.

“Just fucking take me then already Sweets” you pulled him by the shoulders to meet your lips again. You took this opportunity to mark him as your own, he thoroughly enjoying you being a little rough.

You both are unable to prolong the situation any further and Sweet Pea abruptly slipped inside you, your nails instantly digging into his back. You both moaning and groaning to the quickening rhythm. Sweet pea rubs your clit while still thrusting inside of you. He then pushed your legs further apart and used them to thrust himself deeper and harder into your core. He then moved his hands either side of you to support himself, allowing your legs to grip around him again. Sweet Pea buried his groaning mouth in the crook of your neck again.

“Fucking come for me ynn” your walls tighten almost at his command, tension building, building, building, bursting. You all but scream at the pure wave of pleasure provided to you by the Serpent. You back arching, legs shaking, still moaning and breathing heavy pushes Sweet Pea completely over the edge, grunting and grinding, becoming sloppy before hitting his own euphoria.

He flips you so now you're on top of him, cuddled into his chest he grabs the car blanket and tucks it over you both.

“Fucking hell ynn, haven't done that in awhile with you” you could only manage a nod, Sweet Pea shaking slightly beneath you.

“It's like riding a bike” You laughed playfully and you felt Sweet Pea do the same. He kissed the top of your head and drew little circles on the small of your back.

“Are you really going to do initiation again? You don't have everyone else seems to be okay with your….term of absence” he spoke after a moment of you two catching your breath.

“Yeah, it's the only way to starting making it up to Toni...plus that bitch has my jacket so” you both laughed again.

“You gonna talk to your dad tonight?”

“I'm not ready yet”

“He probably knows your back, he's expecting you I'd say”

“Well he's just going to have to wait a bit longer I'm hanging out with my boyfriend tonight” you chucked, adjusting yourself deeper into his cuddle before tensing entirely.

“Or umm what ever this is...we haven't talked about it really and umm that's fine….” You were mentally cursing yourself while Sweet Pea stayed quiet. Stewing.

“Do you need me to drop you to the bus stop yn?”

“No”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah I'm sure” you ran your hand up and down his chest.

“Well then yeah, your dad is just going to have to wait, you're hanging out with your boyfriend tonight” you looked at him smilingly before you both kissed again gently.

“We better keep driving before someone drives passed and thinks we're broken down” you reluctantly leave his chest and start to search for your discarded clothes, Sweet Pea doing the same. As if on cue a knock on the driver's window echoed in the car. Sweet pea quickly threw his clothes on and leaned his head around the front seat. There stood the familiar faces of your fan club.

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Much love Xx

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

quietly munching on the headcanon that they both have intensely bad nightmares and/or insomnia after the Wormhole Incident and are only at ease enough to get a good night's sleep when in each other's presence😭🤧

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

this one goes out to all my fellow Captains suffering through their time of month😩 (or any physical pain really. hang in there! you're tough and I'm proud of you!!)