#chapter: Vitality in Motion part 2

[motircatranautracinya]

the exile’s prayer

luminous beings are we no longer lost to revised history no longer trapped and tortured we remember who we were and take the time to finish our tasks - we may deserve peace but so does the galaxy and first and foremost that is where our duty lies and so ever may the force be with us

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Three: Return of the Kink

Day 13: Room Service (Bath Sex)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: Medic treats you to a surprise to make up for some past incidents (can be read as a sequel to the 27th chapter of my very first Kinktober series!)

Tags: Bath sex, fingering, oral, aftercare

Word Count: 3.5k

The Masterlist

The hotel elevator could not possibly be any slower. As if the fact that the staff had forgotten to stock your room with toiletries wasn’t enough, not to mention the non-existent room service. The phone in your room didn’t even ring when you tried to call the front desk. You had needed to go out to get some of the bare necessities. The bag of travel sized shampoo and conditioner felt heavy in your hand. Thankfully there was a convenience store just next door.

Finally the elevator arrived on your floor, and you reached your room, unlocking it with a click. You entered to find Medic reclined in a chair, reading a book, or rather, pretending to read a book. How did you know he was pretending? Well, Medic hadn’t packed any books on this trip, and the only one available in the hotel room was the Bible. You had a feeling that a man who had sold several souls to Satan wouldn’t have much use for such a thing.

“Ah, you’re back!” Medic said, tossing the religious text onto a nearby table without a care.

“Yeah, finally. That damn elevator…” you muttered a few curses to yourself.

“Oh, you poor thing.” Medic rushed forward, taking the bag from you. “Here, let me take this.”

You rolled your eyes. “Poor thing? That’s a bit much.”

Medic laughed, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sound. His joy was contagious. Even when the two of you were on the battlefield together, he could make you laugh alongside him. “I suppose that’s true. You are quite capable of dealing with such a minor inconvenience,” he said. You met Medic’s gaze. He was grinning, and his gaze was lit up with something you knew all too well.

“Oh no,” you said. “You’ve done something.”

Medic had the decency to look taken aback, albeit poorly. You knew him too well, and you knew that look. It was the same look he had when he told you about his exploits in sewing baboon uteruses into his colleagues. It was the same look he had when he transplanted a would-be mugger’s brain into a pumpkin. You probably would have also noticed that same look on his face as he performed your heart operation for the Ubercharge when you two had first met, but you were a bit distracted by the fact that one of your vital organs had just burst in his hands. It was a look that meant, ‘I know something you don’t know.’

“Perhaps I have,” Medic said, grinning even wider before clearing his throat. “I’ve planned a little something for you, liebe.”

“Really?” You were still suspicious. There was still a chance that this ‘little something’ might involve impromptu surgery.

“Since we spent our previous vacation days smuggling exotic animal organs-”

“Yes, I remember the whale liver,” you said. “Vividly.”

“Of course,” Medic said with a nervous laugh. “Well, I wanted to make it up to you.”

“Oh, is that so?” Medic didn’t respond, wordlessly leading you to the bathroom. Even though you had been assured that this was not an organ smuggling trip, part of you expected to see a basin full of viscera on ice behind the bathroom door. Instead, you were met with a jacuzzi tub filled with warm water and bubbles. Rose petals floated on the surface, dappling the soap foam with flecks of crimson. You picked one up, feeling it between your fingers. Sure enough, they were quite real.

“Well, liebchen?” Medic asked, motioning towards the scene before you. You were pleasantly surprised, to say the least, but unsure of what to say. After a bit of pondering you ultimately settled on a simple question.

“Where did you get real rose petals?”

“I borrowed them from Spy,” Medic said, looking very proud of himself. You gave him a skeptical look.

“Borrowed?”

His composure faltered with a nervous laugh. “Aheh- well, more like, borrowed without him knowing…”

You sighed. Medic had always been one to follow the ‘ask for forgiveness, not for permission’ philosophy. That usually applied when he was sewing baboon uteruses into unsuspecting men, however it apparently applied to petty rose petal theft as well. You also couldn’t help but wonder why the hell Spy just happened to have a stash of fresh rose petals ready to go in the middle of a war zone, but those were questions for later.

You kissed him suddenly. It was nothing more than a quick peck, but it succeeded in flustering Medic enough to make his cheeks go pink. “Thank you for this,” you said, smiling up at him. He returned your smile before pulling you back in for another kiss, this one much more passionate. “Medic,” you gasped when the two of you finally parted. “You hid the hotel toiletries, didn’t you?”

“Well, I needed some way to get you out of the room for a while,” he admitted.

“And the lack of room service?” you asked.

“I just unplugged the phone.”

“Devious,” you chuckled, a bit ashamed that you hadn’t thought to check the plug in the first place. Then again, if you had, you probably wouldn’t have had this. “Well, I’d better make use of this bath before it gets cold, shouldn’t I?”

You would be lying if you said you didn’t put on a bit of a show for him as you undressed. The way you shimmied your pants down your legs with a little extra sway of your hips was especially bold. The shirt came off, your underwear and bra were thrown to the floor, and eventually you were fully undressed in front of the tub. Medic stared at the display with rapt attention, eyes darting between you and the pile of discarded clothes left upon the tile floor.

A soft laugh escaped you as you entered the tub. You could see the way Medic’s gaze raked over your body as you submerged yourself in the water, bubbles and froth just barely covering your chest. Medic let out a shaky breath as you began to settle into the water. His staring was anything but subtle.

“Are you going to join me?” you asked, smirking back at him and kicking your legs lazily in the spacious tub. “There’s plenty of room for both of us.”

He shook his head. “Not yet. Come here, lean against the edge for me.”

“Alright,” you said, a little confused but curious. You sat back against the side of the tub, facing away from Medic. His hands came to rest on your shoulders for a moment before starting to rub gently, yet firmly. “Oh!” You gasped as he began to work the muscles, easing the tension out of your shoulders and then moving to your collar and around your neck. “Oh, that’s really nice.”

“I thought you might like this,” Medic said, sounding quite proud of himself. His medical knowledge was coming in handy as well. He knew just which muscles to focus on, and how to soothe the tension out of them. “Lean forward just a little. That way I can get your back as well.”

You did as he said, trying not to shiver as his fingers worked up your spine. His palms then splayed out over your upper back, massaging, caressing, and making you sigh with every delicate touch. Oh, those sounds you were making, so reminiscent of something far less wholesome. Medic reminded himself to be patient. He would get to that soon enough. The first order of business was to warm you up and relax your body.

The heels of his hands pressed hard along the middle of your back, working out an especially stubborn knot of tense muscle. That effort rewarded him with an outright moan. It sure as hell didn’t make it any easier for Medic to keep his cool. After a few deep breaths, he pulled his hands away. You heard the distinctive pop of a bottle opening, but before you could turn around, his hands were back, now massaging your scalp and working up a lather with some shampoo. You took a deep inhale, breathing in the scent of the soap as it reached you. There were notes of something floral, perhaps lavender.

When he was done, you dipped your head beneath the water, rinsing the soap out before letting him move on to the conditioner. He worked that product through your hair with just as much diligence. You could get used to being pampered like this, however a subtle twinge of desire chipped away at your mind. This whole situation- being washed by your lover, your naked body barely concealed by frothy bubbles- was undeniably intimate. It led your mind to wander.

“Your face is red, liebling,” Medic said, ever observant. “Is the water too hot?”

His question sounded so damn innocent, and it probably was. You weren’t worked up enough for him to start outright teasing you yet. “No, it’s not too hot,” you said. “It’s perfect, this is all perfect.”

Medic cupped your cheek, turning your face until he could lean down to kiss you. He was surprisingly chaste, going slow and soft, feeling the heat radiating off of you. Oh he definitely knew why you were blushing now. He parted from you with a soft gasp. “Do you want me to touch you, schatz?”

You stammered, tongue tied and flustered beyond belief. “You are touching me,” you said, mentally slapping yourself for giving such a deadpan answer. “I mean, you were. The massage, and washing me, and-”

“You know what I really mean,” Medic laughed.

He was right. You knew exactly what he meant, and you knew exactly what you wanted. Getting the words out was the challenging part. You took a deep breath. “I would like that,” you said, miraculously managing to keep your voice steady. “Please.”

He pushed his sleeves up higher before dipping an arm into the water. “Lean back, liebchen.” You rested your head against the edge of the bathtub. He began by caressing your thighs before letting his fingers brush over your entrance. Just that small gesture made you buck forward slightly. “Ooh, so sensitive!” Medic teased. You trapped your lower lip between your teeth to smother any embarrassing noises as he began to rub slow circles over your clit.

Medic leaned forward against the side of the bathtub, his head next to yours, his chin resting on your shoulder. You shivered when his stubble brushed against your neck. He knew how ticklish you were, smiling to himself when he managed to draw out a barely restrained giggle that ultimately devolved into a moan. You were so soft, melting into his touch like butter. Both the steam from the bath and your own arousal colored your cheeks, giving you a perpetual blush. It was an adorable look for you.

Trying to take things a step further, Medic began to press into you. Usually you would be quite wet enough to take two fingers, but just one caused you to pull back with a wince. It seemed that the bath water ironically hindered any attempt at penetration. So much for water equating to wetness, at least, not the kind of wetness you needed. “Sorry,” you apologized. “Here, maybe if I get out-”

“Nein, it’s perfectly fine, liebe.” Medic placed a hand on your shoulder, stopping you from leaving the warm embrace of the bath. “Would you like to keep going as we were before?”

You nodded. “Yeah. It felt nice with you just touching me.” Medic smiled, eager to return to pampering his little dove.

Soft gasps and sweet little moans escaped you as he returned to circling your clit, barely touching it enough to get a reaction. His free hand joined the fray, massaging your chest and brushing against your nipples. You bit your lip as Medic took full advantage of how sensitive they were.

“Don’t be shy,” Medic whispered, his lips close to your ear. “Let me know how good you feel.” You let a louder moan slip, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. You would have gone even redder if you could see the self-satisfied grin Medic was sporting. From behind, he began to kiss the nape of your neck, moving along your collarbone every so often, whispering soft praises and sweet nothings. “Sehr schön, you look so beautiful like this, liebchen. Just relax, let your doctor take care of you.”

Well, you were nothing if not obedient. You let Medic have his way with you while you just sat back and enjoyed the ride, surrounded by warm water dotted with iridescent bubbles. Said water began to ripple as your breath started to quiver, chest rising and falling at a faster and faster pace. You squirmed, unable to keep the slight tremor out of your muscles. That pleasure was starting to reach a peak, and you couldn’t keep yourself still. Medic took notice, of course, letting his lips brush against your ear.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, seeming genuinely concerned at first. His strokes slowed, but a desperate whine from you quickly confirmed that your squirming was not born of discomfort. His tone shifted. “Ooh, is my little dove getting close?”

You gave a quick nod, whimpering as his pace began to speed up. You wanted this to last longer, but he was so talented with his fingers that holding back was a futile effort.

“I’ve got you, just let go.” You felt his arm wrap around your body and a pair of lips pressed against your cheek right before your resistance caved and your orgasm overtook you. Medic held you close, barely paying any mind to the way the bath water spilled over onto the floor as you shuddered and arched back against the tub. “That’s it. Gott, you’re so beautiful, so soft,” he murmured. His strokes eased up before stopping completely. The gentle pressure of his arm around you kept you grounded as you came down from the high.

Your eyes fell closed and you lost track of where Medic’s hands roamed. One caressed your chest, momentarily squeezing one of your breasts and making you gasp. Leaning back, you rested your head on his shoulder only to find that you were met with damp fabric. “Fuck, I splashed water on you, didn’t I?” you sighed. “Sorry.”

Medic laughed softly. “It’s fine, liebe.” It was humorous that you thought a little water was of any concern. After all, you had seen him splattered with blood and viscera both on the battlefield and in his operating room countless times. Then again, you were rather out of it at the moment, still basking in the afterglow.

“Can you help me get out?” you asked after a moment, noticing that the water was beginning to turn cold. “I’m not sure my legs will hold.”

Medic offered you his arm, supporting your weight as you hoisted yourself out of the water. He reached in, pulling the drain plug and letting the soapy water slowly spiral down. A soft towel was draped over your shoulders, its plush texture protecting you from any chill. Your mind felt delightfully hazy, simply enjoying that post-orgasm bliss. It was only when Medic stripped his wet shirt off that you snapped back to attention, not about to miss a chance to admire that sight. It was only when he proceeded to kneel between your legs that you realized he may have more than just eye candy in store.

All you managed to say when he gently pushed your thighs apart was a surprised, “Oh.”

He smiled up at you, head tilted like a curious puppy. It was an ironically adorable look for a man as dangerous as him. “Again?” he asked, no further words needing to be spoken for you to understand his meaning.

“If you want to,” you said, spreading your legs slightly wider with a smirk.

Medic mirrored your expression, resting his hands on your thighs and gently massaging the soft flesh. “Let me make you feel good, Liebchen.”

You saw it coming, but the sensation of his tongue lapping over your cunt still managed to draw a sharp gasp from you, one which quickly dissolved into a moan when he pushed in deeper. You tried your best not to squirm- mostly because you were seated precariously on the narrow edge of a bathtub. Perhaps this wasn’t the best place for a bit of impromptu cunnilingus, but you weren’t going to say no to Medic’s offer of a second round, and you certainly weren’t going to ask him to stop now.

Every little noise you made seemed to spur him on. Medic was practically burying his face against you, breathing in your scent with every rushed inhale. The rose and lavender from the bath water mixed with your natural aroma, so sweet and intoxicating. Each breath he took was beginning to make his head spin, like he was getting his own personal high- or maybe the pressure of your thighs against his skull was beginning to get to him.

Your climax came on quicker this time, given that you were still quite sensitive. Medic felt you grow slick against his tongue, and he took advantage of it. With newfound ease, he slipped a finger into you, curling it against the spot that he knew would have you seeing stars. If the way you started gasping his name and tugging his hair was any indication, he had found it. You steered him with that death grip on his hair, guiding him up to your clit.

“I’m close,” you whined, cursing under your breath at how quickly he had managed to bring you to the edge. You had hoped to hold out for a little longer.

Any disappointment you may have felt was washed away when your second orgasm of the night hit you with a full body shudder. Medic groaned against you, the subtle vibrations against your clit making you buck forward unexpectedly, nearly tumbling off the edge of your seat. Thankfully, Medic was able to sit up just in time to catch you, pulling you forward to lean against him. You were so dizzy and high on endorphins that he wondered if you even realized how close you had come to toppling backwards into the tub. Based on the dazed grin you currently wore, you either didn’t know or didn’t care.

“Careful, liebling,” Medic said. “We don’t want you getting hurt.”

You giggled, throwing your arms over his shoulders. “It’s a good thing a doctor isn’t too far away. Well, ex-doctor.”

Medic rolled his eyes, chuckling softly at your little quip. He sat you back on the edge of the tub, making sure you were steady before he began to dry you off with the towel he had draped over your shoulders earlier. You were mostly dry already, with Medic just giving you a quick once over. By the time he was done you were already being overcome with a gradual, pleasant euphoria, the second afterglow beginning to settle over you.

Noticing that you were beginning to drift, Medic led you out of the bathroom. You leaned heavily on him, grateful to finally set foot on the carpeted floor and no longer be subjected to the potentially slippery tile of the bathroom. However, you immediately began to shiver when exposed to the cold hotel room air. Why these establishments felt the need to constantly blast the air conditioning, you would never know.

“Let’s get you under the covers,” Medic said, guiding you to the bed where you immediately collapsed into the mattress. The pillow was cool against your burning cheeks. You heard the sound of the television across the room being turned on, the volume down low, just enough to offer a bit of ambient noise. Medic knew you too well, and that included the fact that you struggled to sleep in complete silence. Something about the total lack of noise felt oppressive, probably because you had long since gotten used to the chaos of your home base.

A content sigh was the only sound that left you when Medic settled in beside you, pulling you to his chest and letting you relax into the warmth of his body. He pulled the covers up around the two of you, and eventually your shivering ebbed. “Look at you, you can barely keep your eyes open, liebchen,” Medic crooned, watching you try and fail to blink away the fatigue.

“I should do something-” you said, drowsily, interrupting yourself with a yawn. “You know, something to return the favor for all of this, to make you feel good too.”

“You don’t need to repay me for anything. This was all about you.” Medic kissed your forehead, his fingers combing through your hair and brushing over your scalp in a way that broke your resolve to stay awake. You let your eyes fall shut, finally admitting defeat in your losing battle with the allure of sleep. “That’s it, rest now, liebchen. We can sleep in for as long as we want tomorrow.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You were practically asleep before he even finished his sentence.

[smol-lydia]

Coffee and Cigarettes: A Viktor x f!Reader Rehab AU

TWs: mentions of drug use (future, not this chapter) mentions of anorexia and bulimia, smoking, mental health issues

Summary: You didn’t exactly sign up to spend part of your time as a scholarship student at the elite Piltover Academy on medical leave at a co-Ed rehab for those who struggle with addiction, but you want to keep your academic standing, so here you are.

You also didn’t sign up for the cute theoretical physics major turned fellow patient with the golden eyes and irresistible accent, either

A/N: hi all I’m backkkkk it’s about damn time!!! I’m currently going through a very transient period in my life and all that, and I haven’t watched act 2 yet due to that but I do know Jinx and Vik meet, and ik he calls her Powder. I figure that he would call her Jinx here if she wanted it though. I may have made reader a cello player because my sweet golden retriever of a boyfriend plays the cello lmao

I’ll have 15 months clean + sober at the end of November, gd willing 🙏💜

—-

The ward smelt of antiseptic. Wait—no. This isn’t a ward. You’re bleary eyed and tired from the meds they’ve given you to detox; being shuffled from a more intensive unit to this co-Ed rehab just feels like a blurry stop on a long road.

Your belongings are in a plastic “patient belongings” bag and a single wheelie bag; you hadn’t planned on this. On any of this.

On the Disaster. On having to take a leave from the elite Piltover Academy, the university where you had gotten a scholarship as a music student. The Dean said your scholarship wasn’t in danger; that the department just wanted you well again.

You didn’t know what you wanted anymore.

The intake isn’t much of a change as before. Name. Vitals. A new hospital bracelet to replace the other. Answering the same questions over and over, as though they aren’t in your file. You want to crawl into bed and stay there forever.

The charge nurse, a no-nonsense woman whose name tag reads “Sevika” seems done with you before you even open your mouth.

As you sit there, in the hard plastic chair, drawing your knees up to your chin, a short, blue haired girl approaches the nurses’ station.

She’s thin. Too thin, her collar bones sticking out and her cheeks hollow. You know that look, the look of malnourishment, and envy burns worse than the stomach acid.

“Sevika—“ the girl starts, and Sevika holds up her hand in a “stop” motion.

“I’m busy. Intake.”

“You can’t just—“

“Jinx. Unless your arm is about to fall off or something, it can wait twenty minutes. Go talk to Lest.”

“Fuck you too.”

Sevika rolls her eyes, and turns her attention back to you. “Well, now I can say you’ve met your roommate.”

“My roommate?”

“You’ll be in Room 2 with Jinx. We’re gonna keep your luggage locked up here until after dinner when the night staff can search your belongings for contraband with you.”

You want to say that if you possibly had contraband it would have been taken at the detox; that Sevika surely would know that given your paperwork. But she doesn’t seem like the type you want to get into a pissing contest with, especially on your first day.

Finally, she lets you go with a gruff, “you can go into the community room now,” flagging down a lackey to lead you, still shell-shocked, down a hallway and through a pair of double doors.

The community room is a little rough around the edges, but you can forgive that, given you’re more than a little rough around the edges yourself.

There’s a few couches scattered here and there, a plain wooden table in the back with some chairs drilled into the floor. A series of cubbies along one wall, with personalized name tags clearly designed by one of the patients’ in blue and pink paints.

A bookshelf with a small lending library of books; if your mind wasn’t so fuzzy you would gravitate towards here immediately. If you weren’t busy with your cello, your head is always buried in some book or another. It didn’t exactly make you the most popular growing up.

Maybe that was why—

No. That was stupid.

You stand on the precipice, the stupid binder they’ve given you on entry held close to your chest, taking in the scene around you, of the other fuck ups in the cage, so to speak. There’s the blue-haired girl, the skinny one, that’s supposed to be your roommate. She’s sitting all wrong on one of the tall-backed armchairs, the kind that you used to see in the Academy library. In the matching armchair next to her is possibly the most attractive boy you’ve ever seen.

All lanky limbs and sharp angles, with bright golden eyes and thick brown hair you immediately want to run your hands through. His crutch is next to the chair, and he has an Academy pin on the lapel of his vest—his shirt underneath is rolled to the elbows and you keep thinking about his forearms for some reason.

Oh god, this is bad.

Your mouth goes dry, and it gets worse when you notice he has the most perfect mole by his mouth, begging to be caught by an errant kiss. Your heart is hammering in your chest and your realize that not only is this quite possibly the worst “first day of school” vibe ever, but you haven’t said anything for the past thirty seconds like some sort of startled creature afraid of her own shadow.

The blue-haired girl throws a wad of paper at the Beautiful Boy’s head. “Hey, Vitya!”

“I told you to stop throwing things at my head.”

Oh, his accent is enough to bring you to your knees, too.

“Fine. But look! We got a new one! And Sevika said she’s rooming with me!”

Vitya—if that’s his name—turns his attention to you, and you don’t know what to say or do.

Thankfully, you don��t have to. An effortlessly cool young woman takes control, sticking her hand out for you to shake, blocking your view of the boy.

“I’m so sorry they just left you like this. Lest. One of the floor counselors.”

“The only cool one,” Blue Hair drawls from the corner.

“Jinx—“ Lest doesn’t even pretend to be mad.

“Would you like to introduce yourself?”

You shrug your shoulders, mutter your name. That’s enough, apparently, and you are about to go hide in a corner, but no such luck.

“Hey! New roomie!” Jinx waves you over.

“Hm?”

Jinx hangs off the chair. “I scared off the last roommate.”

“Jinx, you snuck contraband up your—“ Vitya points out in a matter of fact tone.

Jinx cuts him off with the wave of a hand. “Details, Viktor. Does it really matter?”

“Well, yes.”

You laugh. You can’t help it. Viktor has a wry sense of humor; you can see the twinkle in his eyes when he speaks, and it’s precisely the same type you enjoy. The sound seems to catch him off guard, and he looks at you up and down for a long moment; you find yourself wondering if you’re being studied, and it takes a lot of effort to keep your gaze level.

A click of a doorknob and heavy footsteps.

“Jinx, meds.” Sevika.

“Do I have to?”

“What do you think?”

“Ugh, fine.” Jinx gets up, blue braids trailing behind her, leaving just you and Vitya-Viktor. You’re still standing awkwardly, not sure if you’re bold enough to take her spot.

“She has a thing about the chair,” he says, as if he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“I mean, I get it. If I had been here a while I would probably have a favorite too.”

You settle for the floor, drawing one knee up to your chest and circling it with your arm.

“It has been a while.”

Shit. If this is what Jinx looked like after a while in treatment, you probably didn’t want to see what the “before” was. You decide to change the subject.

“Vitya or Viktor?”

“An abrupt topic change.”

“I noticed you were called both. I was wondering what your name is.”

At this, you are gifted a rare smile from him, something you know you’ll be playing over and over again in your mind.

“It’s Viktor.”

——

[bellezaycafe]

Get Your Shit Together - Extra; a section of a DTS Episode.

Masterlist | Part 1

genre: 2024 Season AU

pairing: there will be romance but I haven't finalised who yet. platonic! oc x literally the whole grid.

warnings: lots swearing, major car accident, mentions of broken bones, blood and hospitals. A lot of shit happens.

context: Sadie, a 20 year old university student from Melbourne, decided to take a gap year and volunteer at 2 Formula One races in different countries.

Sadie's Faceclaim: Maia Mitchell (but you can visualise her however you want :) )

comments: READ CHAPTER FOUR BEFORE READING THIS. This is an extra and is not actually thaaaat vital to the story. I just know if this happened irl, DTS would 100% make an entire episode on it. This is gonna be so strange to write because DTS is a visual format but imma try for the cool perspective. You’re gonna need a good imagination.

*Drive to Survive theme and intro*

WILL BUXTON: Silverstone, the home of formula one.

LANDO NORRIS: It’s one of my favourite tracks, I love the support we get there.

BUXTON: Our hearts were in our mouths, in 2024. The title fight was ramping up!

CHARLES LECLERC: It was close.

CARLOS SAINZ: We were fighting, but it was horrific race.

BUXTON: It ended in shambles.

OSCAR PIASTRI: I mean, I was out in lap, 5 I think, it might’ve been 6.

BUXTON: No one expected five DNF’s.

LEWIS HAMILTON: I don’t know how it happened.

BUXTON: Let alone Lando’s accident.

NORRIS: I don’t remember much.

BUXTON: or the Mystery Medic.

*dramatic pause*

BUXTON: It was incredible, in a morbid way.

NORRIS: I was panicking

*onboard footage of moments after the crash, with radio subtitles*

NORRIS *onboard radio*: MY ANKLE, **** MY FOOT!

BUXTON: First, they catch Lando as he falls from the halo. He is in pain, and at one point you can hear him scream.

*onboard footage of the Mystery Medic catching Lando as he falls from the halo*

NORRIS: I knew it was my ankle or my foot. I’d never been in so much pain.

BUXTON: The medic starts to, essentially drag, Lando towards a safe section of the barrier. We could see that it was bad. We could see how much was relying on them and leaning on them, considering that he was taller than the medic.

PIASTRI: We could see that he wasn’t even letting it touch the ground.

NORRIS: “Keep it off the ground,” they told me. They didn’t have to, I was in too much pain anyway.

BUXTON: Then Sergio Perez approaches the accident.

TOTO WOLFF: There was debris everywhere, McLaren and Mercedes.

SERGIO PEREZ: I still do not know how I did not see it.

NORRIS: I didn’t know until I was on a stretcher.

BUXTON: You can see, if you watch the replay you can see, the moment the Mystery Medic hears Checo’s car.

*footage of the Mystery Medic turning their head towards the track*

BUXTON: Put the moment into slow motion, and you can see them make the choice.

*footage of the Mystery Medic putting both hands on Lando’s waist and switching to his right side*

BUXTON: To put yourself between a driver and a Formula One car? That’s either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid.

HAMILTON: Brave.

WOLFF: Stupid.

BUXTON: Either way, I don’t think Drive to Survive can show what happened.

*footage of Perez’s Red Bull striking black and papaya debris*

BUXTON: The medic barely stumbled.

NORRIS: If I hadn’t have seen it afterwards, I wouldn’t have known. I don’t remember it happening.

BUXTON: It was horrifying! They were walking, and almost carrying Lando, with a piece of debris in their thigh.

NORRIS: I’ve watched the replay. It was headed straight for me.

BUXTON: Watching it live was… it was awful! But you couldn’t look away.

*footage of everyone in the McLaren garage watching screens with various expressions of terror*

BUXTON: You had to know if they were going to make it.

NORRIS: They saved my life. Racing is my life, and if that debris had hit my leg? We don’t know what damage it could have done.

BUXTON: But there’s a reason we call them the Mystery Medic, and it may be a feat just as incredible. They did the impossible.

*seperate shots of Sir Lewis Hamilton and Max Verstappen placed side by side*

BUXTON: Lewis and Max worked together. They put their rivalry aside and worked together to keep the Mystery Medic a secret and we have no idea why.

MAX VERSTAPPEN and HAMILTON *in unison*: I’m not going to comment on that.

BUXTON: We don’t know their name. We don’t know who they are, where they’re from, or how they’re doing now.

*another dramatic pause*

BUXTON: It’s like they never existed.

[animasola86]

1: A Special Bond (1.2k//AO3)

This is a rather unusual story about a girl (reader) who comes across a special little friend that she likes very, very much. But does she love it more than she loves her boyfriend (Sebastian)?

Notes: This might just be the weirdest smut story I've ever written (and I've written some weird stuff!) - and I mean weird if you think using a little sea creature as a sentient sex toy is weird, then it is weird. This is a 6-part-story that focuses on the reader, but Sebastian plays a vital part in it as well. In this first chapter, it's just the reader and her special little friend. Please give it a try!

Tagline: If penis-shaped, why not for pleasure?

WARNINGS: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! Teratophilia (if you consider tiny squids monsters)! Tentacles! (Additional tags on AO3!) Read at your own risk!

CHAPTER 2 →

1

A loud moan falls from your trembling lips as a deep shudder jolts through your body. Did I put up the Silencing charm? you wonder frantically, but you really don't care when another shudder makes your hips twitch off the bed.

You press your lips together and grip the bedsheets so tightly your fingers start to cramp. More moans and quiet whimpers leave your throat in rhythm with the constant throbbing pulsing through your insides. You feel your muscles tightening, contracting, clenching and unclenching, the shudders like tidal waves rippling over your body, grabbing you, pulling you with them, as your hips undulate needily, your thighs twitching as you force yourself to keep your legs spread wide apart.

All this because you want to see what's making you feel so good. Your head is blissfully empty, your nerves deliciously on edge, that tension in your gut building up more and more as you look into the mirror at the foot of your bed, giving you a perfect glance at the almost translucent thing pressed deeply into your tight bum as its eight little tentacles slither over your skin.

One is coiled around your clit, others stroking and pulling and flicking it, some gliding up and down your slick slit, and two are pushing in and out of your wet folds in a contrasting rhythm, stretching your entrance, teasing your walls.

And the last one is going deep, it's the one that's made thicker and firmer, that knows exactly where your sweet spots are, and it's determined to press against them with fervour, and each time it does, your body convulses, your moans get louder, your head is thrashed back into the pillow while your fingers claw at the bedsheets.

You are out of your mind with pleasure, ready to explode under the various kinds of stimulations, and weirdly enough, your little toy seems to feel it too. And it's got the worst sense of humour. Because it suddenly stops moving its tendrils, stops throbbing against that tight ring of muscles, stops that thicker tentacle as it's hovering right over your g-spot.

You groan and jerk your hips up, tempted to continue on your own, but you force yourself to be patient, even though your body is not, as it keeps shuddering, your muscles keep contracting, and when you whimper softly, "Come on, please, this is for you too," the motions continue abruptly, and you cry out when the stimulation is back in full force, maybe even more so, as the tentacles rub and glide and poke and prod, and the bigger one slips in and out your tight channel, thrumming against your walls, dragging over your sweet spots, while its body pulses wildly inside your bum as if it's vibrating.

You moan and buck your hips frantically, your thighs trembling, your toes curling up, your hands ready to rip the sheets you're holding onto. The tension grows with every little touch against your oversensitive flesh, and suddenly, it all erupts. Bright lights explode behind your eyelids, your body spasms uncontrollably as your muscles contract almost violently under the power of your orgasm.

A drawn-out cry of pure ecstasy leaves your throat as your eyes roll back, and you contort in the most blissful way for a moment, hips off the bed, shoulders pressed into the mattress and knees shaking under the exertion.

The thing inside you changes its pattern, rubbing harder, half of its tentacles focused on your clit, the others joining the bigger one in your warm depths, stroking your insides through your release by pushing in and out in a strange kind of rhythm.

You're a whimpering mess as you collapse onto the bed again, body still quivering, twitching uncontrollably, your breaths as erratic as they can be, and under the forceful ministrations of those tendrils, you keep riding the high, head empty, heart thundering, mouth wide open as your noises fall past dry lips.

You force your eyes open and stare at your reflection in the mirror that's shaking under the frantic movements of your overstimulated body. You watch those tentacles writhing in and out of your clenching cunt, the wet squelching sounds adding to the sensation, causing goosebumps to ripple over your skin in waves. You gasp and whimper with every inward thrust as they hit your deepest depths, teasing your sweet spots, expanding inside you, stretching your walls.

You're shaking from head to toe, and when the creature's body starts moving inside your arse, you yelp in surprise as it mimics the movements of its appendages, pushing in and out, turning and twisting its elongated body against your tight muscles, coating it with a combination of your juices and that sticky fluid that drives you insane almost literally, as it seeps into your flesh and makes everything seem even more extreme.

Your head is spinning, and you feel as if you can taste colours now. Moans and groans and grunts tumble from your open mouth, your body completely overwhelmed from all the things happening at once as it still convulses, hips bucking, thighs twitching, and you watch it out of hooded eyes until it all comes to a sudden stop as you climax again, this time with a force that shakes the mirror and in the end stains it with your juices as your release pushes out of you so forcefully, you feel as if you've been hit by an oncoming train.

You cry out and press your eyes shut, heart seemingly stopping as you gasp deeply, before everything resumes, and you fall into your cushions, completely spent, covered in sweat and your own juices and a stickiness that numbs the shudders of your body. You feel your little toy moving within your tight walls, slowly working its long body out as it pulls itself forwards by its eight arms that seem to be glued to your wet centre, some still inside, pressed to your slick flesh.

With a soft wet pop it slips out of your bum and onto the sheets, and if you would have had the strength to look into the mirror, you'd see your tight hole gaping slightly before it would resume its original state. But you're lying on your back, legs spread wide open, thighs twitching, saliva pooling in the corner of your open mouth, as the creature goes to work on your pussy now, its tendrils retreating until it lifts itself up onto them and pushes its wider head straight against your slick entrance.

You feel a deep shudder when it forces its glistening body forwards, and your walls clamp around it and pull it inside. You're too weak to moan, so you just breathe a little louder as it slips into your tight channel, throbbing and humming and evidently sucking up all your juices from your wet walls. Its tendrils flap lazily about as it finds its home deep inside you, body fully sheathed, its head prodding your cervix, teasing your womb.

You shiver, your insides convulsing again, but the motion is too soft to lose your head over it. It's comforting how its thick body fills you out perfectly, nestling within as if it belongs there, and for the last month it has, though when you first found the little squid in the depths of the Black Lake, it has been much, much smaller.

CHAPTER 2 →

Please note that I am a smut writer and not a marine biologist or anyone who is an expert on squids. In this story, the squid in question is a magical creature shaped like this and for the purpose of this silly little story, it has the size of a big to average-sized penis, has eight arms/tentacles, can live without water, prefers wet/warm cavities, is very much sentient and also very horny. And it feeds off bodily fluids... and grows when subjected to them. This is probably not typical squid behavior. Also please do not insert these creatures into any hole you have, I bet that's not too pleasant in reality! But for the sake of this FANTASY story, think of this squid as a magical, sentient sex toy. No squids were harmed in the writing of these smutty scenes. Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[ MASTERLIST ] [ AO3 ]

[aalawsng]

Habeas Corpus: The legal safeguard against arbitrary detentions.

Habeas corpus is a fundamental legal concept which serves as a vital tool in safeguarding individual liberty against unlawful detention. It is derived from the Latin term meaning "you shall have the body," and allows a person arbitrarily or unlawfully detained to seek judicial relief. The essence of this legal remedy is to prevent arbitrary detention by ensuring that anyone arrested is brought before a competent court to justify the legality of their detention in due time. In Nigeria, habeas corpus is encoded in the Constitution and it forms an important Pillar for upholding justice and protecting human rights.

The idea of habeas corpus originated with the English common law, which was first applied during the colonial era. Following Nigeria's independence, the theory was included in the country's legal code as a pillar of the judicial system and it has also been protected as ‘the right to personal liberty’, guaranteed by Section 35 of the 1999 Nigerian Constitution, as amended. Amongst other things, it provides that anyone who is being held without authorization is entitled to petition the courts for a habeas corpus order.

Legal Framework

Under Nigerian law, habeas corpus is typically sought through an application made to the High Court. Jurisdiction to hear and determine allegations of human rights violations is conferred on the High Court by Section 46(1) of the 1999 Constitution, which is a verbatim ad literatim (word for word and letter for letter) reproduction of Section 42(1) of the 1979 Constitution. The section provides that “any person who alleges that any of the provisions of this chapter has been, is being, or is likely to be contravened in any state in relation to him may apply to a High Court in that state for redress.”

Subsection 2 grants a High Court original jurisdiction. It enables the court to hear and decide any application submitted to it, and to issue writs, orders, and directions as it sees fit to secure the enforcement of any rights the applicant may be entitled to within that state. As a result, any claim that one of the rights guaranteed has been violated must be heard before the High Court to receive justice. The term "High Court," as used in the preceding section, is now commonly understood to refer to both the Federal High Court and the State High Court. As such, the Federal High Court has concurrent jurisdiction with the State High Court in human rights adjudication. These courts do not, however, solely hear matters pertaining to human rights. Conversely, they are able to hear cases pertaining to a variety of other topics. Furthermore, the High Court's and the Federal High Court's jurisdiction in human rights disputes is neither exclusive nor definitive.

Owing to Nigeria's hierarchical judicial system, matters involving abuses of human rights fall under the appeal jurisdiction of the Supreme Court and the Court of Appeal. As a result, an appeal may be filed from a High Court decision to the Court of Appeal and ultimately to Nigeria's highest court, the Supreme Court. Therefore, while the State and Federal High Court have original jurisdiction to determine disputes concerning allegations of human rights infractions, the Court of Appeal and the Supreme Court are vested with appellate jurisdiction.

Application

The application is usually made by the detainee or, if they are unable, by a concerned party such as a relative or legal representative.

The application for the writ is started at the High Court by filing a motion supported by an affidavit (that outlines the facts of the detention) by or on behalf of the person detained, setting out the nature of his confinement. It is submitted ex parte, meaning the applicant can file it without notifying the detaining authority.

Upon disclosure of sufficient cause, the judge before whom the application is brought may order that the writ should issue forthwith to produce the applicant.

Where a judge declines to make such an order, the applicant is at liberty to bring the application before any other judge with or without fresh evidence, and the later judge would be bound to hear and determine the application on its merits notwithstanding.

If the court finds that the detention is unlawful, it can order the immediate release of the detainee.

Challenges in the Administration of Habeas Corpus in Nigeria

While habeas corpus is a powerful tool for protecting individual freedoms, its administration in Nigeria faces several challenges:

Judicial Delays

The Nigerian judicial system is often criticized for its slow processes. Delays in hearing habeas corpus applications can undermine the efficacy of this legal remedy and thereby allow unlawful detentions to persist longer than necessary.

Non-Compliance by Authorities

In some cases, security agencies and other detaining authorities may not comply with court orders to produce detainees: they often cite reasons such as ongoing investigations or national security concerns. This non-compliance can erode the rule of law and weaken the protective function of habeas corpus.

Lack of Awareness

Many Nigerians are unaware of their rights under habeas corpus: this often leads to underutilization of this important legal remedy. This lack of awareness is compounded by limited access to legal representation, especially in rural areas.

Intimidation and Harassment

Applicants seeking habeas corpus relief may face intimidation or harassment by the detaining authorities, which can discourage them from pursuing legal action.

Judicial Interpretations and Case Law

Nigerian courts have had the opportunity to interpret and apply habeas corpus in several significant cases. For instance, the case of Doherty v. Balogun (1963) is a landmark Nigerian case that primarily deals with the principle of habeas corpus. In this case, the applicant, Doherty, was detained by the respondent, Balogun - an agent of the Nigerian government. Doherty filed for a writ of habeas corpus to challenge the legality of his detention. The legal issue before the court was whether Doherty's detention was lawful or if he was being held in violation of his constitutional rights. The Supreme Court, after examining the circumstances of the detention, ruled in favor of Doherty.. The writ of habeas corpus was granted, and the court ruled that the detainee must be released if the detention cannot be legally justified.

Conclusion

In Nigeria, habeas corpus is still an essential tool for preserving individual freedom and preventing wrongful imprisonment. However, in order for any legal remedy to be completely effective, there needs to be a population that is aware of its rights and an independent, functional judiciary. Strengthening the administration of habeas corpus in Nigeria requires addressing the issues of judicial delays, official non-compliance, and the need for increased public knowledge.

References

Chapter IV of the CFRN 1999

By Mabel Orebela (AICMC)

[marketinsight1234]

Sustainability in Motion: E-Commerce Logistics and Environmental Responsibility

The Global E-Commerce Logistics Market size is expected to grow from USD 591636 million in 2022 to USD 667365.41 million by 2030, at a CAGR of 12.80% during the forecast period (2023-2030).

The e-commerce sector has been experiencing exponential growth globally, fueled by increasing internet penetration, smartphone usage, and changing consumer behavior. This growth has led to higher demand for efficient and reliable logistics solutions to handle the movement of goods from sellers to buyers.

Consumers are increasingly expecting faster delivery times, with same-day and next-day delivery becoming the new standard. E-commerce logistics providers are striving to meet these expectations by optimizing their operations and partnering with local delivery networks. Retailers are adopting omni-channel strategies to provide customers with seamless shopping experiences across online and offline channels. This trend is driving the integration of e-commerce logistics with traditional brick-and-mortar supply chains, leading to the development of multi-modal transportation solutions.

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Leading players involved in the E-Commerce Logistics Market include:

Deutsche Post AG (Germany), DHL International GmbH (Germany), FedEx Corporation (USA), SF Express Co. Ltd. (China), Amazon.com Inc. (USA), United Parcel Service, Inc. (USA), Clipper Logistics Plc. (United Kingdom), CEVA Logistics (Switzerland), C.H. Robinson Worldwide Inc. (USA), Kerry Logistics Network Limited (Hong Kong) and Other Major Players 

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Transportation

Warehousing

By Operational Area

International

Domestic

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North America (US, Canada, Mexico)

Eastern Europe (Bulgaria, The Czech Republic, Hungary, Poland, Romania, Rest of Eastern Europe)

Western Europe (Germany, UK, France, Netherlands, Italy, Russia, Spain, Rest of Western Europe)

Asia Pacific (China, India, Japan, South Korea, Malaysia, Thailand, Vietnam, The Philippines, Australia, New Zealand, Rest of APAC)

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Industrial Sensors Market: Global Industry Analysis and Forecast 2023 – 2030

Industrial Sensors Market was valued at USD 23500 million in 2021 and is expected to reach USD 36280 million by the year 2028, at a CAGR of 6.4%.

The industrial sensors market has witnessed significant growth in recent years, driven by the increasing adoption of automation and digitalization across various industries. Industrial sensors play a crucial role in monitoring, controlling, and optimizing manufacturing processes by providing real-time data on parameters such as temperature, pressure, humidity, and motion. These sensors are utilized in diverse applications ranging from automotive manufacturing to pharmaceutical production, enabling enhanced efficiency, productivity, and safety in industrial operations. With the emergence of Industry 4.0 and the Internet of Things (IoT), the demand for advanced sensors capable of seamless integration with smart systems is expected to further propel market growth.

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Texas Instruments Incorporated, TE Connectivity Inc., Omega Engineering Inc., Honeywell International Inc., Rockwell Automation Inc., Siemens AG, STMicroelectronics Inc., ams AG, NXP Semiconductors NV, Omron Corporation other Major Players. 

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Segmentation of Industrial Sensors Market:

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Flow

Pressure

Proximity (Area)

Level Measurement

Temperature

Image

Others

By End-User Industry

Mining

Oil

and Gas

Manufacturing

Chemical

Pharmaceutical

Others

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North America (US, Canada, Mexico)

Eastern Europe (Bulgaria, The Czech Republic, Hungary, Poland, Romania, Rest of Eastern Europe)

Western Europe (Germany, UK, France, Netherlands, Italy, Russia, Spain, Rest of Western Europe)

Asia Pacific (China, India, Japan, South Korea, Malaysia, Thailand, Vietnam, The Philippines, Australia, New Zealand, Rest of APAC)

Middle East & Africa (Turkey, Bahrain, Kuwait, Saudi Arabia, Qatar, UAE, Israel, South Africa)

South America (Brazil, Argentina, Rest of SA)

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Watchful Eyes: The Art of CCTV Camera Installation for Enhanced Security

Welcome to our comprehensive guide on CCTV camera installation in Melbourne for enhanced security. In today's modern world, security is a top priority for individuals and businesses alike. 

With the increasing need for surveillance and monitoring, CCTV cameras have become an integral part of security systems. This guide aims to provide a detailed overview of the installation process, from understanding CCTV cameras to network setup and maintenance.

Chapter 1: Understanding CCTV Cameras

CCTV cameras, or Closed-Circuit Television cameras, are essential tools for surveillance and monitoring. These cameras function by capturing video and transmitting it to a specific set of monitors. There are various types of CCTV cameras available, including dome, bullet, and PTZ (Pan-Tilt-Zoom) cameras, each with its unique features and applications. Modern CCTV cameras come equipped with advanced features such as high-definition video capture, night vision, motion detection, and remote accessibility.

Understanding the capabilities and features of different types of CCTV cameras is crucial for selecting the right system that meets specific security needs. Whether it's for indoor or outdoor surveillance, each type of camera offers distinct advantages, and understanding these differences is key to making an informed decision.

Chapter 2: Planning Your CCTV System

Before diving into the installation process, it's essential to carefully plan your CCTV system. Factors such as the area to be covered, lighting conditions, and potential blind spots should be thoroughly evaluated. Conducting a site survey to determine optimal camera placement is crucial for maximizing the effectiveness of the surveillance system.

Choosing the right CCTV camera for specific security needs involves considering factors such as resolution, lens type, and weatherproofing. Whether it's for monitoring a small retail store or a large outdoor area, selecting the appropriate camera is essential for achieving the desired level of security.

Chapter 3: Installation Process

The installation process of CCTV cameras involves several key steps, including mounting, cabling, and power supply setup. Whether opting for professional installation services or choosing a DIY approach, following the manufacturer's guidelines and local regulations is paramount for a successful installation.

For those considering a DIY installation, it's important to understand the intricacies of mounting the cameras securely, running the necessary cables, and ensuring a reliable power supply. However, for more complex installations or larger-scale systems, hiring professional installers can ensure a seamless and efficient setup.

Chapter 4: Network Setup and Monitoring

Setting up a network for remote viewing and monitoring of CCTV footage is a critical aspect of modern surveillance systems. The ability to access live feeds and recorded footage remotely via mobile apps or software provides enhanced security and peace of mind. However, it's essential to prioritize cybersecurity and data protection to prevent unauthorized access to the surveillance system.

Utilizing modern technology for remote monitoring not only enhances security but also provides convenience and flexibility for users. With the right network setup and monitoring tools, CCTV systems can be leveraged to their full potential, ensuring comprehensive surveillance and swift response to security threats.

Chapter 5: Maintaining Your CCTV System

Once the CCTV system is in place, it's vital to establish a routine maintenance schedule to ensure optimal performance. Regular maintenance, including cleaning lenses, inspecting cables, and checking for any technical issues, can significantly extend the lifespan of the surveillance system.

Inevitably, technical issues may arise with CCTV systems, and being prepared to troubleshoot common problems is essential for uninterrupted surveillance. Additionally, staying updated with the latest software upgrades and security patches is crucial for addressing vulnerabilities and maintaining the system's integrity.

Conclusion

This guide has provided a comprehensive overview of CCTV camera installation Melbourne for enhanced security. By understanding the types and features of CCTV cameras, planning the system, following the installation process, setting up network monitoring, and prioritizing maintenance, individuals and businesses can establish a robust surveillance infrastructure.

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[yoongisbars]

Samusil | myg | C H A P — 1

summary: It was always known that you were the family disappointment. So naturally, you fled. With a looming school debt, alcoholic tendencies, and no luck whatsoever in keeping a job for more than a month, you were at your wits end until you finally cave into working at Bang-Lenzo. You’ve only ever heard horrors of the place and its manager. But maybe, just maybe, that office would become your safe haven.

pairing: myg x reader

genre: strangers to lovers au | office!yoongi au | future angst? fluff? 

word count: 4.4k

tw: alcoholism as coping mechanism

an: i kind of fell off the face of the earth these past 2 years, but as i wrote in the prologue “Life [is] a bitch to everyone […] and it’s proven [I’m not] the exception.” so i present the very delayed first chapter as an apology, and hopefully i continue to be motivated to see it through…

chap: 1/? | prologue

Safe and sound, you arrived home. The walk up the stairs to your apartment was brisk and easy. Usually, the climb up was a challenge any time you came back from Jack’s, but being ‘sober’ enough that evening was a fresh change, although you were now hyper aware of most of your surroundings, problems and hunger. The quick fix for that was to focus actively on something else. Cooking.

After a shower, you made a beeline for the kitchen. It was past dinner time, so a light snack would be enough to curb your hunger. Devouring a banana, you pondered on what to make for lunch. If ealier’s lunch was anything to go by, you should prepare a decent meal to be able to share with the boys. But, if Yoongi was your prime example, the way he dug into his food waiting for no one may mean that sharing isn’t his or Hoseok’s manner. Although, it could have also been due to the divorce issues… Regardless of which scenario happens, it’s best to be prepared.

Waking up early in the morning was going to take some time to get used to, but at least you weren’t hungover. You threw on a quick outfit you had prepared the night before, grabbed your things and were ready to head out. Bright and early. Too early in fact, and with morning hunger causing a chorus in your stomach. You stopped at a 7-Eleven near your apartment to buy a Kimbab to curb starvation. You hadn’t really thought of meal prepping for breakfast so you took note to think ahead for the upcoming days. The fleeting thought of a glass bowl on your desk dashed through your mind as you headed for the candy aisle and grabbed an assorted bag of candies.

Still very much on time, you arrive at the office at a perfect clock in for 7:30. You were going to step into Jungkook’s office to let him know you arrived, but words were stripped away from you as you opened the door. Jeon Jungkook, the manager, the man who is your boss… Was gowned with sweaty work out clothes, ‘bench pressing’ an archive cabinet as his morning exercise routine. He explained it was all part of keeping his vitals in shape at his age. All you could do was nod and close the door behind you as you made it back to your desk, shaking away whatever was going on in his office out of your memory. As you’re settling at your desk and pouring the candies into the bowl, Jungkook heads on over to the bathroom with a spare change of work clothes.

Time was ticking and soon the rest of the employees started to arrive. Jimin and Taehyung arrive and are quick to stop by your desk.

“Good morning!” They both chirp in unison, making subtle glances at the candy bowl. They really are children…

“Mornin’! Feel free to take some candy, boys.” You motion your hand to the bowl and they waste no time getting some candy. The smile on their faces would soon match the one growing on yours.

“Just what we needed after a stressful morning at home.” Jimin added.

“Oh? What happened?”

“Our cow was being a fussy girl. Didn’t want to leave her shelter for some morning hazing…” Taehyung pouted.

“Yeah, she’s not really much of a morning cow.” A cow? They have a cow?! It shouldn’t surprise you considering they live on a farm, but you thought it was only limited to strawberries…. They chuckled to themselves and headed over to their station. Not a second after your desk clears, Hoseok arrives with a bright smile and a wishful morning. “Don’t forget about lunch today!” He chimes as he knocks quickly on your counter. A quick, excited nod was your answer as he waltzed away.

The remainder of the employees scatter in, and of course, Yoongi is last. Thankfully not late this time. Instead of being in a hurry for his seat like yesterday,he places himself in front of the newly spotted candy bowl. Secretly thankful for it since he now didn’t need to make up an excuse out of thin air for stopping. He grabs a random one only to let a soft chuckle escape him.

“Might this be a reception habit in development?”

“Mayhaps. Good morning.” The corner of your lips tug into a soft smile.

“Morning. How are you doing? Y’know after... ?”

“Oh, yeah I’m good. I didn’t have a lot to drink so I’m very stable.”

“Well, that’s good, but I meant…” His expression grew a bit concerned. Oh… Right, the messages. You had pretty much forgotten about that interaction up until now, but safe to say you were fine about that also. Right?

“Ah, right. Good on that department as well.” His semblant changed at your assurance. “What about you?”

“Eh, only a minor headache, but this’ll take care of that.” He shows off his venti Iced Americano as he walks over to his desk.

Not even ten minutes after official work hours began, and Jungkook was already calling you into his office. With a sigh, you grabbed a pen and notepad for whatever it is he will bring up.

He was already fidgeting in his seat as you sat across from him.

“Y/N, we need to go over some things from yesterday. Like a refresher.” He cracks every finger individually.

“Uh, sure boss, of course.” You set the pen ready to begin note taking.

“Corporate. What do we do about Corporate calls?” Not this again…

“...Avoid.”

“Correct! Avoid. At every cost. If you were to answer, you say I’m out with a client, I’m in a meeting, out sick. Anything. Literally any excuse, for them to not reach me.” The last word was highlighted with thumbs jolting at himself. You scribbled down the instructions in the notepad just to be complacent, but it struck you with curiosity as to why he wanted to avoid the big bosses so much. Being as this was a Jungkook matter, you prefer to just let it die out instead of paying any mind.

The office door opened behind you, revealing Taehyung moving towards the desk of the man in charge with a flyer in hand. Ah yes, more party planning.

After making small corrections to the upcoming party’s flyer, and asking for more information on the cow subject— who you now know is named Bom and after being presented with many pictures of her on Taehyung’s phone you have become endeared of the large beauty— you and Taehyung head on out of Jungkook’s office with a chuckle. Meanwhile, from his desk, Yoongi prods Hoseok.

“Hey, don’t you think it’s a bit odd how quickly Y/N is adjusting to this nuthouse?”

“Hm? Maybe, but it’s good I think.” Hoseok replies, taking a glance as you make your way back to your reception desk, then he turns his attention back to the computer. “I think she might actually make it past a week.

“Maybe so, but isn’t it weird she gets along so well with Jungkook? It’s borderline suspicious lowkey. Also, when did she even interview? Jungkook usually has them scheduled out during business hours, but I don’t recall seeing her before yesterday.” He taps his temple as he eyes between you and Jungkook’s office. Hoseok stops typing and looks up, squinting.

“Now that you mention it, I don’t think I saw her before either. Maybe she was interviewed and we were absent that day?”

“That’s doubtful, what are the odds of us not being present the same day? And neither of us has been out at the same time in the last two months…���

“Well, we are having lunch with her, so let’s ask her then.”

“Fair enough.” With his curt reply and putting his suspicions aside for the time being, his fingers began moving on their own against the keyboard, continuing the work he had briefly put on hold.

The first half of the day was more of the same as yesterday. Forwarding emails, organizing Jungkook and the office’s schedule, making copies. The basics. All while also holding small and idle conversations with your coworkers ever so often, and of course, battling corporate on Jungkook’s behalf. You decided that a good excuse would be that he would be meeting with some clients for lunch, but he ends up getting food poisoning so he ends up being out for the rest of the day and tomorrow. At least that way you have two days covered, and more time to organize and come up with more excuses for him.

As the lunch hour crept up, you microwaved your meal and headed over to the conference room where Yoongi and Hoseok waited, each with their own meal to themselves. Hoseok looked up with a cheery smile, while Yoongi simply greeted you with 15% of that energy, which was a lot coming from him.

“So, you guys hung out at Slack Jack’s yesterday?” Hoseok mentioned as he poked around his food.

“Oh, yeah. I’m good friends with Jackson so I go there all the time, ran into Yoongi at the counter.”

“Ah, lemme guess. He was pressed against the corner, huh?” He let out a chuckle as he prodded his elbow against Yoongi, who let out a playfully annoyed sigh.

“I like to be as far away from people as possible, yes. However, Y/N was actually… decent to have around.”

“I guess I can say the same of you.”

In the midst of your banter, and before they got the chance to ask you about your interview, Yoongi’s text alerts go off. By the souring expression growing on his face, the messages could possibly be related to one thing: the divorce. Hoseok noticed his reaction as well, and sheepishly changed the subject, mainly directing it to you about the office and how you were adjusting to it. All throughout the rest of the lunch chatter, all you could hear was Yoongi’s furious taps against his screen.

As expected during the second half of the work day, the corporate team tried to reach Jungkook again. By mentioning the “food poisoning” and “assuming he would be out again tomorrow for rest”, you managed to get Corporate to not call more than they usually did. For now anyways…

With a relieved sigh, you get off your chair and head over to the break room. Coffee and sugar was much needed in order for you to finish the day in stride. Inside, at the corner table, sat a sullen Yoongi, staring into the cup of coffee in front of him, not budging.

While preparing your own mug, you deliberate between leaving him alone or checking up on him. The concern wins over you, picking the latter. Walking over to his table, you tap your fingers nervously against the ceramic between your hands. Sitting across from him, you stared into your mug as well.

“Hey… Mind if I join you?” The same stern, cold catlike eyes from yesterday morning looked straight at you, and for a moment you regret your decision. To your surprise, Yoongi let out a sigh and shook his head.

“Usually I would, but I guess I could make an exception for today.” The faintest hint of a smile tugged at his lips, but quickly faded. A curt nod and a soft hum were your only replies as you took a sip of your coffee.

“So, how’re you feeling?”

“Sick to my stomach, but I guess I'll manage. In all honesty, I just want to leave.”

“Oh? Then take the rest of the day off.” You spoke as if you were in charge of payroll.

“As much as I would like to, I don't have personal, sick or vacation hours left. So not much of a choice but to stay.”

“Hm… or, just give me your Key Card. I'll clock you out at closing.”

“Yeah, right. That’s kinda sketchy don't you think?”

“Maybe, but no one really has to know. And I'm sure Jungkook wouldn't mind, considering how he is."

It didn't take a lot of convincing from your part to persuade the man into taking some well-deserved rest. With an irrefutable "you're probably not going to get much work done like this anyways," and a well-timed distraction courtesy of Jungkook himself, Yoongi was out of the building for the rest of the day before you made it back to your desk. The whole event was somehow the highlight of your afternoon.

The rest of the hours blurred into the usual, with Tae and Jimin stopping by for candy every so often and diverse pictures of Bom flashing on their phone screens. They looked like proud parents, and the idea made you chuckle.

Once 5 arrived, you waited for everyone else to leave, save Jungkook, and clocked out on Yoongi's stead. Grabbing your phone, you briefly thought of letting him know, until it dawned on you that, right, you don't have his number yet. With that thought in mind, you wondered briefly if you should stop at Slack Jack's to see if by miracle the man was there, but passing by it's lot and finding it empty of a Genesis, it was easier to go straight home instead. You were beat, after all, and at least it isn't like you're missing out on anything. You'll see Jackson next time.

Time flew by as the week came to an end. The days were a blur and more or less the same as the first two with party planning, alternating lunch with the Crop Festers— as you’ve lovingly named them— and Yoongi and Hoseok, you even occasionally joined the Dancercise break. On off days you’d end up going to the bar after work— the ‘early’ ambience grew on you— running into Yoongi and having a drink or two with him while idly chatting. But most importantly, avoiding corporate. That would be what struck out the most, but still, you didn’t question it. You simply followed the instructions given by the boss until told otherwise. Even if Jungkook was extremely weird about that, and other things, you didn’t mind being his subordinate.

Regardless of how surprisingly well the first week went, you were excited for the weekend. The rest was much needed and very welcome. Before, your weekends consisted of two things: working horrible hours at a dead end job, and getting plastered drunk, with rage, after likely fighting whichever dead beat boss you had at the time. You didn’t want to get ahead of yourself and your wishful thinking, but the striking contrast of where you stood before and where you stand now, even if it had only just been a week, was more than enough to give you a hopeful outlook on what’s to come. It’s like you could finally breathe again.

Instead of going out, you decided to use your time to focus on yourself. Skin, hair and mind, you took care of it all on Saturday as if your room was a mini spa. By the end of the day, you were feeling and looking refreshed. Come by Sunday and you focused more on your living arrangements, it had been a while since you gave the apartment a good cleaning so you made headway with that department. Afterwards, you started meal planning for the week. With time still in your favor, you went to do light grocery shopping for your breakfasts and lunches for the week. And of course, the biscuits, that were now for a party of four instead of one.

It had been decided that from now on; Jungkook, Jimin, Taehyung and yourself would have early morning breakfast, so when you arrived at 7:15am with your freshly baked biscuits, it was no surprise to see them all gathered in Jungkook’s office. Displayed on his desk was the 8 pack of donuts he mentioned he would bring, along with coffee, juice and fresh strawberries courtesy of Jimin and Tae.

“Morning!” The three of them chirped simultaneously as you waltzed in.

“Good morning, I hope you guys have an appetite today!” You smiled as you placed your usual basket on the desk, completing the breakfast spread.

“Of course!” Taehyung exclaimed while he, Jungkook and Jimin quickly reached for some biscuits.

“You seriously have skill, Y/N. The flavor is no joke.” Jimin spoke as he chewed happily.

“Oh, please…” With your cheeks reddening slightly at the oohs and aahs over your biscuits, you focus on the fruit in sight.

“Are these from your farm?” You look between Tae and Jimin expectantly as you take a strawberry. Taking a bite, your eyes widen. You’ve had strawberries before, but none this juicy and sweet. “They’re so good!”

“They are! Fresh right?” Taehyung smiles.

“And they’re not fully in season until our party, so if you think those are good, just wait until then.” Jimin grinned, his eyes turning into crescent moons as they usually do.

Chuckling, Jungkook hands you a donut. “I know I can’t wait, especially with the whole office getting together.” His eyes glance over all of you fondly.

“You really enjoy these things, huh?” Your eyes meet as you ask, a smile tugging on his lips.

“Of course, this office is my family.”

While exchanging words, food, and drink inside the office, you chatters catch the ear of an unexpected early coworker. To everyone’s surprise, Yoongi props his head into the office with a confused look, matching the one on each of your faces. The past week was lesson enough that the man before you was not a morning person, yet here he was, half an hour earlier than his usual arrival time.

“Well, you’re early today.” Jungkook chuckles, one brow raised.

“And in luck,” Jimin chirps. “Y/N made biscuits for breakfast!” He motions for them as Taehyung brings the basket over to the unusually early worker. He glances at the pastries and then over at you.

“Don’t mind if I do. What’s the occasion?” Taking a small bite and step towards you, his eyes widen just as much as his suspicion. Baffled by how good it is, he can’t help but wonder what the reason for the gathering might be. Well, likely something for that forsaken crop party. “It’s good.” You smile at his comment and shrug.

“Nothing in particular, we just wanted to have breakfast together.” Jungkook quickly replies. The answer doesn’t sway Yoongi’s suspicions, but he lets them rest for now, having other matters to attend to.

“I see, you all seem to be getting along quite well from the looks of it. I’ll let you guys be, I need to work on some documents for a client.” With an awkward nod, he leaves the office and heads over to his desk. You’ve only known him for a little while, but you were certain he wouldn't wake up early for a client. He probably had some divorce files to look over from what you could assume by his sour expression as he looked over some papers. Remembering how he acted the first time you met him, when the divorce was first brought up, you figured it was best to let him be for today.

While that was the right choice during the beginning of the morning, since he was internally fuming due to the divorce proceedings getting delayed again, throughout the rest of the day he was half expectant and looking forward to your newfound coffee breaks and lunches together. Instead, you spent your first break with the Customer Service representatives Yeonjun and Beomgyu. Jungkook wanted you to try and get to know more of the office members outside of your usual circle, to get more involved, so you figured it would be a nice change of pace.

During lunch, since you still had some crop party details to go through, you spent most of your time at the Accounting section going through some arrangement planning with the Crop Festers. Leaving Yoongi and Hoseok to their usual lunch habits in the conference room.

“So, this morning… Jimin, Taehyung and Y/N were in Jungkook’s office having breakfast. Apparently Y/N bakes some biscuits for them?” Yoongi commented while scarfing down his food, occasionally glancing up at the door to see if anyone, or someone in particular, decided to join.

“Really? That’s nice of her.”

“Yeah, I guess. But don’t you find it strange?”

“Well, it could be considered so. But, she is helping with the bonding crop party, and they all seem to be getting along well. I don’t think there might be much of a problem.”

“You don’t think so? Every other new person that starts here ends up leaving because of how things are, yet she’s taking all of these shenanigans in stride and actually participating?”

Hoseok swallows his bite of kimchi before responding.

“In hindsight it’s strange because we’re used to people being annoyed and frustrated, but maybe she’s just finally the person for the job, and the office.”

They continue eating their lunch while changing the subject to other things, but the thoughts still linger in Yoongi’s mind. No sane person would put up with all this nonsense if there wasn’t anything else behind closed doors… For all he knew, you could be sleeping with Jungkook for the job, or manipulating him to some extent to keep you onboard. You could also just be a decent human being that gets along with everyone, but people like that don’t think exist in Yoongi’s opinion. He shook off the suspicions once again. These comments he kept to himself, not wanting to seem accusatory or having the suspicions fall on the wrong ears.

Eventually, it’s time for another break. Usually you share at least one coffee break with Yoongi, so if in the morning you skipped out, he could expect you in the afternoon. But, today was one of those odd days, deciding to go do Dancercise with Jungkook, Hoseok and Jimin instead.

Had it not been for that unexpected encounter early in the morning, you and Yoongi would not have spoken at all throughout the work day. And while to you it was just a normal day, Yoongi was subconsciously irritated. He unconsciously had fallen into the routine of idly chatting with you through moments of the day. Like Hoseok, you became a drop of sanity in the nuthouse of an office. Trying to understand why and how you managed to fit right into the chaos that was the office, he figured it was best if he just went to ask Jackson about your… track record with bosses. So he did.

After the work day was over, and while the cars were filing out of the parking lot, Yoongi noticed how you, Jimin and Taehyung were still talking at the building entrance. He figured this could buy him some time alone with Jackson to ask some questions before you would eventually join him as usual.

It was a slow day, Mondays were usually empty, so there weren’t many clients. Sitting at his preferred stool at Jack’s counter, he stares at the bar owner in question, ready to ask whatever comes to mind.

“So you told Y/N to apply at Bang-Lenzo, right?” Looking at the entrance before looking back at Jackson, Yoongi begins.

“Oh, yeah. I’ve been telling her for months. How’s working with her been? She seems to be doing well over there.” Jackson settles Yoongi’s drink in front of him as he speaks.

“Yeah, she’s been doing well. Actually, can you tell me more about that? Like what led up to her finally working there?"

Jackson whistled through his lips and chuckled.

“‘Course I can. It was about two Fridays ago. She had a rough time at her old job, like all the ones before that, bussing tables and taking shit from an even shittier boss. Ended up quitting on the spot, since she was so fed up.”

Yoongi took a sip from his whiskey and raised a brow at Jackson, urging him to continue.

“She came here right after and nearly had a breakdown. So I convinced her to apply for that position that Jungkook was hiring for.”

“Wait, so you convinced her on Friday and by Monday she already had the job?”

“Yeah, pretty much. I know Jungkook is usually there on Saturdays so I told her to see if he was willing to interview her on the spot.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“I mean there’s gotta be something else. From what you’ve told me about her before, all her previous jobs were as a busgirl. She just showed up on a Saturday for an impromptu interview, unprepared, unannounced?”

Jackson chuckled. “Don’t forget uneducated, since, y’know, she dropped out of college.”

Yoongi‘s eyes rolled. “And she still got the job.”

Jackson shrugs. “Might also be because she gave him a taste of her buns. Oh- welcome, what can I get for you?” A client came up to the bar, taking away Jackson’s attention, but Yoongi had heard enough. Enough to make his suspicions not only grow, but solidify. Of course, Jackson’s comment went over Yoongi’s head and was completely misunderstood, as Yoongi had also had a taste of the ‘buns’ in question. The biscuits to be more precise. But the shock and disappointment were too strong for him to think clearly.

Did she really have to resort to something so low? For a job at a Paper Office?

Yoongi glances at his watch and then the door. It was clear enough, you weren't coming tonight. With a sigh, he decided to call it a night. After having said his goodbyes to Jackson, he started to make his way out.

Where is she even?

Yoongi never went home early. Even before meeting you, he would never go back home early. Staying at the bar until late hours of the night was his sanctuary away from his soon to be ex-wife. Alone and blissful. But now? Being alone at the bar didn’t feel like it used to… He had started to enjoy how his silent nights turned into random conversations with you. It was refreshing for him. And the sunken realization of it annoyed him. He was conflicted. He didn't want to think you were using Jungkook, or sleazing around with him, for a job. But it was also hard to believe that someone like you, tolerable of all the incomprehensible behaviors in the office, existed. He also didn’t want to think that someone who he was slowly starting to enjoy having around, could be similar in any notion to his… wife… With a sigh, he started his car.

If she’s not here by now... She’s probably just tired and went straight home. That's what I'll tell myself…

[excelsi-or]

welcome to svt (pt. 5)

hello friends~~

it was my first day of grad school yesterday. so much socializing in one day, i’m a little rusty. and now just exhausted. kinda glad the weekend’s so soon. I hope that for those of you who went back to school had good first days!

this story has a lot of building before it gets to the action-y, exciting bits. bear with me :D

chapter 5: platonic’s not working

ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5

w.c. 1.1k (this one’s a little fluffy but not quite full on fluff.)

pairing: lee jihoon x OC/fem reader

‘God, you’re fucking heavy,’ she grunts as she drags Jihoon’s body behind a wall. She kneels next to him and tilts her ear towards his mouth. His breath is warm against her cheek, and she rests her forehead against his chest in relief.

She brushes his hair out of his eyes before tossing her black jacket over his face to make sure he stays hidden in the dark hallway. Praying to God that no one appears, she glances both ways. With an exhale and one more glance at Jihoon’s unconscious body on the floor, she hurries back the way she came.

Luckily, Jun and Minghao come to their rescue. They carry Jihoon out of the building while she finishes the job.

But now, Jihoon is bedridden in his room. The members have all visited as they come and go through the apartment. Each of them congratulates her on a successful job; Seungcheol even goes so far as to give her a week off.

‘He’ll also probably be upset if I send you off with someone else,’ Seungcheol said. He squeezed her shoulder. ‘Glad you two got home safe.’

‘Thanks, Cheollie.’

She spends the next four days at Jihoon’s bedside with a book in her lap. The man goes in and out of consciousness and she tries to get him to eat a bit every time he’s coherent enough to sit up. Their resident medic, Joshua, pops in every night to monitor Jihoon’s vitals and check his IV.

On the fifth day, Jihoon stirs. She’s gotten used to him waking up and immediately falling back asleep, so she doesn’t look up. But then the man begins to groan and that gets her attention.

When her eyes lift, she finds him rolled towards her.

‘Why is it so bright in here?’ he grumbles. His voice comes out croaky from disuse.

‘Because I wanted to make sure that you were still getting some sunlight,’ she responds. She picks up her phone to text Joshua that Jihoon is awake and talking. ‘How are you feeling?’

‘I almost died.’

At least he remembers being stabbed and knocked out.

‘So… not good then?’

Jihoon studies her, his eyes roaming over her. ‘You’re okay?’

‘Yes, I’m fine. Minghao and Jun came to our rescue.’

He relaxes into the pillow. ‘Then yes, I’m good.’

His statement catches her off guard, but Joshua walks in before she can reply.

Once Joshua leaves, the door closing behind him, Jihoon glances over at her. Her hair is piled on top of her head, and he notices the dark circles under her eyes.

‘You should sleep.’

She nods. ‘I’ll go back to my room once you fall asleep again.’

He hesitates before saying, ‘Just come sleep here.’

Her brow furrows. ‘Where?’

He motions towards the bed.

‘With you?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Jihoon, you’re literally healing from a stab wound.’

‘I’ll feel better if you’re here, though.’

‘In your room or in your bed? Because I’ll stay regardless, Hoonie.’

The nickname is unique to her, and it makes his heart swell whenever he hears it.

‘Bed.’ He winces as he tries to scoot over.

She reaches for him to stop him from moving. ‘Okay, okay. I’ll come to bed. Just stop moving.’ To avoid accidentally putting pressure on his wound, she goes around to the other side of the bed and crawls in.

Once settled, she rolls to face him. Jihoon studies her and watches her start to doze.

‘Are you not going to sleep?’ she mumbles.

‘I’ve been sleeping for days.’

She hums.

‘Just sleep. I’m fine now.’

‘Kay.’

He sees the moment when she falls asleep, the way her body relaxes into the pillow, the way her lips part. Her hand on her pillow, which had been in a tight fist, opens. For a while, he watches the rise and fall of her breath. It starts to soothe him as well and he almost drifts off when her brow furrows and she starts crying.

‘Yah.’ Jihoon hesitates to reach out and touch her. Her face twists into something akin to pain. He’s never seen that expression before. ‘Yah!’ It takes him shaking her shoulder gently before her eyes open.

Her gaze is bleary, as if she’s still asleep.

‘You were crying. You looked like you were having a nightmare.’

‘Oh.’ She swipes at her cheeks, surprised they’re wet. ‘I guess I was.’

Jihoon hesitates for only a second before he tucks her hair behind her ear. ‘Anything interesting?’

‘I mean, it was terrifying, so I guess so.’

‘Do you wanna talk about it?’

‘You were dying in it, so no. Not really.’

Jihoon nods. ‘Maybe you’re too warm then.’

She closes her eyes again. ‘Maybe.’ She drifts off again.

Jihoon watches her brow furrow again, so he eases the blanket off her. But then she moves closer to him to find warmth again. Before he realizes it, she’s curled into his side. The furrow in her brow eases and he can feel her breath matching his.

He’d been holding her at arm’s length for the last year, worried about complicating their synchronous relationship. He’s already been to see Jeonghan to discuss his feelings.

‘It changes the dynamic when you push past platonic, definitely,’ Jeonghan said. ‘But you’ve held out a lot longer than the others.’

‘Not as long as Wonwoo and Mingyu from the sounds of it.’

Jeonghan waved his hand dismissively. ‘That’s unlikely to happen. Wonwoo is oblivious and Mingyu is content just being there. But you, you’re aware and she’s aware of you.’

‘Our lives are on the line,’ Jihoon said. That was, and is, still one of the biggest things holding him back.

‘Love and relationships will always complicate this job. This job would work significantly better if Cheol hadn’t created a family dynamic here and we weren’t so close. And sure, we don’t tend to play around with guns, and the art thieves and smugglers and things don’t tend to play around with them either—’

‘But what happens when they do?’

‘Exactly. We’ve put an extra layer on our relationship already, which you will then be adding another layer on top of if you pursue your feelings.’

‘So, what you’re saying is…?’

‘We don’t stop you from dating,’ Jeonghan explained. ‘Cheol and I would be massive hypocrites if we did. But we strongly advise against it.’

‘Hmm.’

Jeonghan leaned forward to study him. ‘And also, I don’t know if you’re particularly ready. Not that I think she would go and break your heart and manipulate you like your ex, but…’

‘But I’m not ready.’

‘So, hold off for now.’

That conversation had been a few months ago. He hadn’t been ready at all then. His ex has been a specter in his new working relationship and everything that woman told him has lingered. But here is a new powerful woman in his life, who is powerful in every way that his ex wasn’t.

But he won’t think about those things this afternoon.

He can enjoy her next to him for now, breathing rhythmically against him. No strings attached. No decisions needed to be made.

[gumnut-logic]

Callisto (Part 8 - Recovery)

Prologue 1. Incident - Bit 1 | Bit 2 2. Fallout - Bit 1 | Bit 2 | Bit 3 3. Voyage - Bit 1 | Bit 2 | Bit 3 4. Arrival - Bit 1 | Bit 2 5. Orientation 6. Rescue Site 7. Investigation 8. Recovery

This one is over 4600 words to the point I considered cutting it in half. But lots happens so I’ve posted it whole. Now I just need to play catch up because I had a crappy couple of weeks and now I’m only about 500 words ahead of this. I have a few days off coming up, so wish me luck :D

As always, many thanks to the amazing @janetm74​ @scribbles97​ @tsarinatorment​ @vegetacide​ and science officer @onereyofstarlight​ You guys have helped me make this what it is. I so hope you are enjoying it.

For the first time in this story, I’ve slightly gone off plan and have had to add in a chapter because of it. Here’s hoping I can keep this going. We are now at 35,000 words which is approximately halfway.

Warnings: some whump.

Thank you for all your support with this fic. I doubt I could do it without all the cheerleading and support. You guys are just amazing ::hugs you so much::

Enjoy!

-o-o-o-

Jeff Tracy was a man of action and drive. Eight years in the depths of space had eroded the edges of his impatience, but hadn’t eliminated it.

So, sitting in Callisto Base watching his family work and not having anything much to do wasn’t in the best interests of his mental health.

But what could he do?

He had set up a kind of mobile control despite not being in control of anything. John had linked him into everything and he and Lee had pretty much taken over one of the command centres of the Base.

Grae hovered the entire time.

Jeff watched the well-oiled machine that was International Rescue with no small amount of pride. He watched them track down the lifesigns, survey the site, drill extra access, deploy Thunderbird Four and-

“Gordon!”

“Guys, get out of there! Now!”

The holographic image of the lake swelled and swept his sons away.

Jeff was on his feet without thinking.

Three of the five life signs on the strategy map darted erratically, one coming to an abrupt stop against the cavern wall, while the two others travelled some distance up the main tunnel before stopping suddenly.

“Thunderbird Five!”

“Please hold.”

Jeff’s eyes widened. “John!”

Data was suddenly thrown at his terminal. His sons’ vitals sprung up and he was relieved to find them all strong. A sitrep appeared a moment later tracking where the wave had come from, probabilities of a recurrence, a site safety scan and a feed from the Dragonfly Pod.

Its lights were still on, one shining at an angle across the tunnel it had landed in, the other reflected back a glare of white and a blue as beautiful as an Earth sky in the early evening.

The first one explained why.

One of the Dragonfly’s legs was sticking up out of a solidified white mass.

Of ice.

The math added up in his head very abruptly and he was suddenly moving.

It was a sign that Lee and he still had that unspoken communication as the engineer didn’t even ask and just moved with him, following his mad run to the hangar without a word.

Alan and Gordon had left the second Dragonfly pod at the Base and Jeff was ever so grateful.

“What’s…where are you going?” Grae’s eyes were wide as they all skidded to the side of the pod.

“Three of my sons are buried in ice. Where do you think I’m going?”

He didn’t bother to wait for an answer, climbing up into the cockpit with a leap of agility he hadn’t felt for years. With a nod from Lee, he snapped the hatch shut and grabbed controls he hadn’t used outside of a simulator in over a decade.

It was like returning home.

The Dragonfly took off for the airlock far above as the doors began their opening sequence without request.

-o-o-o-

John reacted the way he always reacted.

Without thought. There was no time for thought.

Hands moving across his console dragged as much information as he could from the static-fouled scans.

He blinked as the interference cleared somewhat.

A worried plea from his father John had no time for. A flick of his wrist and he mirrored his sources to his father’s terminal.

All three of his brothers had come to a halt. Gordon was still in the cavern, Four slammed up against a wall. Scott and Virgil were in the tunnel. Vital signs were still good, but there was no response from any of them.

No matter how much he yelled into comms.

One of the beacons had been swept away, causing the interference to intensify in that area, but the readings he had added up to a scenario that echoed past hell.

His father was already moving.

“John?” Alan’s voice was professional but sported an edge of terror.

“I’m coming down, Thunderbird Three.” He grabbed his helmet. “Dad is on his way out there. Do we have enough parts for a third Dragonfly?”

His brother’s voice solidified with the plan of action. “Yeah, Virg overcompensated as always. He packed stuff in as if he was planning to stay out here for a couple of years.”

John didn’t answer that. “Assemble another pod. I’ll see you down there asap.”

“FAB, Thunderbird Five.”

“Eos, align the Excel with the danger zone. Initiate elevator deployment.” He flung himself through his ‘bird. “I need as much information as you can give me. Relay on descent.”

“Yes, John. It appears that the water volume of the lake increased dramatically before the incident, but has now returned to its previous status.”

John slipped through the airlock to the elevator. He hit his comms. “Michael, there has been an incident. I am going down to the surface. You have the Excel.”

“FAB, Thunderbird Five. I will monitor.”

“Liaise with Eos.” He killed the connection as he entered the cockpit, his seat rotating towards him in welcome. “Eos, be nice.”

“I don’t like him.”

“Too bad. We need him.”

She grumbled in a way reminiscent of Virgil before coffee.

Maybe she had been taking notes.

He ignored it. “Send all information to my terminal here.” The elevator shuddered as it disengaged from Five and began its descent. The cockpit lit up with holograms.

He eyed the replay of the static-riddled scan as the lake swelled and overcame his brothers.

Four had been swept out of the water and washed ashore violently. Scott and Virgil, standing on that shore, hadn’t stood a chance.

One gloved hand reached up to poke the playback, pause and rewind. There had been a local seismic disturbance just before, epicentre to the north-east by a few hundred metres. Minor on an Earth scale, but since Callisto supposedly hadn’t had any major crustal movements in eons, it was unusual in the extreme.

“Eos, pull the Base seismic records. Have they detected anything like this before?”

The elevator’s thrusters fired as it hit the faint atmospheric boundary.

“Their system has recorded several incidents, but nothing of this magnitude.” Eos’ voice shifted to one of concern. “Incidents have been increasing recently. There have been three in the past month. John, one was recorded by the Base system the same day as the five members of their crew disappeared.”

“What? Why wasn’t that mentioned?”

“Unknown.”

He stared at the scan. “Do we have any source for more water to reach the lake?” It hurt his physics sensibilities. Water should not exist as a fluid in this environment at all.

“None within sensor range.”

Damnit. He was used to being able to see everything.

“Deploy a net of probes. I want everything in a ten thousand kilometre radius as crystal clear as you can get it.” If there was a pun in there, he refused to acknowledge it.

“Yes, John. That will cover the entire surface of the moon.”

“Exactly.” Something weird was happening here and he wanted to know what. If he had to throw everything Thunderbird Five had at it, he would.

The elevator thrusters fired again and the moon appeared around his windows, followed by the striking red of Three.

“Alan, are you ready?”

“Pod assembled, Thunderbird Five. Awaiting your orders.” There was no tremble in his brother’s voice, but there was an anxious impatience.

The elevator touched down with a soft thud. Eos’ control was perfect. “Thank you, Eos.”

“You are welcome, John.” A pause. “Be safe.”

His lips tightened a little. “FAB, Thunderbird Five.”

She didn’t answer as he stepped out onto the moon.

-o-o-o-

Alan didn’t remember his mother, but he had four brothers who did and he knew far too well the pain of what had happened when she was taken from them.

The fact that three of those brothers were now buried in the space-ice equivalent of an avalanche was absolutely terrifying.

The water had managed to travel some distance before solidifying and trapping everything. As far as Alan could tell, his brothers were encased in ice.

If they had been on Earth their lives would be in peril. In space, they were at least wearing their spacesuits. But spacesuits could be damaged.

He didn’t let himself follow that train of thought. He couldn’t afford it right now. Instead, he followed procedure.

That was what procedure was for.

It was a matter of minutes before John was stepping off the space elevator, his tall brother as confident and professional as ever.

Part of Alan was still surprised when John directed him to take control of the pod. Perhaps it was because Alan was used to the control freak habits of his two eldest brothers?

“Get us down there Alan.” John was distracted, glaring at his wrist projector.

He didn’t need to be told twice. With John secure in the backseat, Alan threw them down the gaping hole his ‘bird had dug, through the mole’s extension and into the dry cavern below.

The dragonfly latched onto the beacons and they darted down the correct tunnel, glittering rock streaking past them as their twin beams of bright light hit everything.

Including the mass of white that that suddenly swelled up on one side of the tunnel.

It wasn’t quite a wave, more a slosh of water, frozen in motion.

“What the hell?”

“Edge down the tunnel a little further, Scott is...” But they were already there and the flash of blue and red was obvious.

His eldest brother was embedded in the ice halfway up the wall. Alan only had breath as he yanked the dragonfly to an abrupt halt, her claws leaving gouges in the ice. “Scott!”

He was out of the pod as fast humanly possible.

One of his brother’s arms was dangling free and Alan reached for it. “Scott?”

Limp, gloved fingers.

John already had a hand laser out and the red of its beam was cutting ice in a loose silhouette of their brother’s body. As they worked him free, bits of ice fell away to the floor. It was fragmentary. Somewhere between solid and hard packed snow. The water had obviously frozen so quickly, it was aerated enough to stiffen fully.

Fortunately, because Alan had the sudden realisation that spacesuits or no, if his brothers couldn’t expand their ribcages, they couldn’t breathe regardless. The sudden relief sprouted new terror.

John helped Alan lower their big brother to the floor.

“Sc…Scott?”

For a second, Alan thought it was John speaking, but his astronaut brother answered, voice urgent. “Virgil?”

No response.

“Thunderbird Two, status!” John was moving, long legs leaping in the low gravity, propelling him back to the pod. He reached inside and pulled out a large torch. “Alan, attend to Scott.” And then his brother was running further down the tunnel, light bouncing ahead of him, holographic map hovering over his wrist.

A further spark of terror was smothered in Alan’s brain as he turned back to his prone and unconscious eldest brother and began chipping and melting ice to free him.

-o-o-o-

Virgil was lying flat on his back staring at white lit up by his helmet lights.

It took him a few solid minutes to realise exactly what he was looking at. His brain felt sluggish and was hurting like hell. He really needed more painkillers.

He automatically tried to calculate how long it was since his last dose and came up blank. There was time missing.

This realisation was quickly followed by the discovery that he wasn’t able to move.

God, his brain was slow. The first thought that came to mind was that yet another building had fallen on him. It happened far more often than he was willing to admit.

But then where was his exosuit?

He blinked slowly.

One arm was caught at an awkward angle and was protesting its position. His legs seemed to be splayed out evenly, though and his other arm seemed happy enough. Hell, there wasn’t really even much weight on him. He had definitely had worse.

But his chest was tight and breathing shallow. Something had him in its grip and he had to force down the visuals that came with that.

Not being able to move always sucked.

He really wished his head would stop hurting.

“Sc..Scott?” It was instinctual. In trouble, call for his big brother.

Need a hand.

“Virgil?” John’s voice. Johnny had the power to call Scotty, to get him help.

He opened his mouth to answer, but something shifted in the ice...ice...it was ice! Memories slammed into him of ice and snow and trapped and oh god...his sluggish brain couldn’t handle it.

“Thunderbird Two, status!”

John’s voice shook him.

Um, um…his heart was beating a mile a minute. He fought for control.

“Virgil? Son?”

Dad.

His father’s voice set off both relief and fear. Relief because of a deep-seated trust in his own father.

Fear because where was Scott? Scott should be here.

But Scott had been with him when the whatever had hit him.

Had hit him.

Water.

Space.

Callisto.

Sparkling crystal flickered in his mind’s eye.

“Scott?”

“Your brother is in good hands.”

Even his sluggish brain could see that as a non-answer. “Dad?”

“We’re digging you out.”

Oh.

As if to emphasize that statement there was a red flash and the world around him hissed. He closed his eyes as the light stabbed into his hurting head.

“Dad? Gordon?”

“Nearly there, son.”

Virgil’s heart clenched.

They uncovered his head first and Virgil teared up at the sight of his father’s worried expression above him. John was there as well, darting in and out of sight, obviously the source of the laser light.

“Johnny…”

There was a crack in the ice.

Ice.

His mind blanked in terror again.

Too many memories.

Far too many.

“Virgil! Look at me!” Dad’s voice held command and he had no choice but to obey. “You are safe.” His hand was being held and Virgil realised it had been cut from the ice. He tried to move his other arm, every heavy-lifting muscle he had straining against its restriction.

Another crack of stressed ice, a yelp from John and Virgil’s arm was suddenly free, ice fragments raining down on him.

Encouraged, he began working on his feet.

“Virgil, stay still just a moment longer.” John’s voice was strained.

Virgil wanted out.

“Virgil.” His Dad grabbed his flailing hand forced him to look at him, grey eyes reflecting the white ice. “Hold still, John is cutting you out.”

Yes, John was cutting him out. Red flickered amongst the white. Virgil swallowed and attempted to get the panic under control and found that he was trembling.

Damn.

He was a rescue operative. He should be calm.

The remaining weight on his belly was removed and he was finally able to take a deep breath.

It helped ever so much.

He closed his eyes and sought his centre.

And fell back on procedure.

If Scott was down, International Rescue was now his responsibility. He needed to be in control.

In control.

By the time John lifted the remaining ice off his legs, Virgil had found himself again. He clambered out of the ice as fast as he possibly could and shot to his feet.

And nearly fell flat on his face for the effort.

His father grabbed him and prevented his fall. “Virgil, sit down.”

There was a flicker of a medscanner, but Virgil was too busy assessing the situation to care. “Scott?”

“With Alan. Unconscious, but safe.”

“Gordon?”

“Still in the cave. Thunderbird Four is silent. I sent Lee. John is following him down.”

Damn. Virgil shook the last of the ice stuck to his uniform, straightened his baldric and took a step towards the direction of the cave, but was halted by a firm grip on his arm.

“You’re not going down there.”

Virgil spun on one foot and the world in all its glittering glory spun with him. “Gordon is down there.”

“John and Lee have him. You were buried in ice, Virgil.”

To his ultimate shame, Virgil shuddered at the concept.

But Gordon...

That grip on his arm tightened. “You’re coming with me.”

Virgil straightened, forcing steel into his spine. “With Scott unconscious, I am in command. I need to be down there.”

“No, you don’t.” His father took a step back up the tunnel, obviously intending to drag Virgil if he had to.

Virgil was no longer the scrappy kid who wanted to play with his paints instead of cleaning his room, and he stood fast.

His father had been in space a long time and his strength had paid the price.

There was no competition.

Buried in ice or not.

“Dad, I am going down to help with Gordon. Scott needs you. I’ll meet you up there the moment Gordon is safe.”

The need to be in two places at once, or more correctly four places, at least, was a common feeling Virgil had to ignore.

Gordon was the priority.

“I need an analysis of what happened. There was a wave. Why? See to Scott and Alan.” He reached up and gently peeled his father’s grip of his arm. “Thank you for helping me. Now I have to go help my brothers.” Turning he hit his comms, asked John for a sit rep and hurried down the tunnel.

He did not look back.

-o-o-o-

Scott had a headache.

That was the first hint of reality and not a new one in his life. He often woke with headaches, the only remaining question was what caused it this time.

“Hey, Scott, are you with us?”

Alan.

Several factors hit home at once. He was wearing his helmet, hence his uniform and Alan, only Alan, had said his name.

Mission.

He was sitting up before his brain had filled him in on the fact he was millions of miles away from home and gravity was a whole different thing on Callisto.

“Whoa!” Hands grabbed him. Hands that definitely belonged to Alan. The astronaut was crouched over him with worried eyes. “Take it easy. You might have a concussion.”

Head injury then.

“Mission status.”

“John’s gone after Gordon. Virgil is awake and out of the ice.”

Gordon. Gordon had been in the water. The weird water.

The very idea of Virgil being buried in ice again awoke horrors he did not want to face.

“Help me up.” Scott rolled himself over, ignoring the protests from his brother to stay put. His head protested very loudly and it became very apparent that the supposed head injury was not impressed with any movement.

Ow.

But, mission.

“Scott, what are you doing?” Another set of hands grabbed at him, which was probably a good thing because he was going down if they hadn’t. As it was, the whole world shifted as he was forcibly lowered to sit on the white, white ground again.

There was a flicker of yellow light and muttering from his youngest brother. “We need to get him back to base.” Alan’s voice was worried.

But Gordon. “I’ve got to go help Gordon.” He tried to stand up again, but too many hands held him down. His shoulders were grabbed and he found a pair of grey eyes staring at him. “Dad? Gordy is in danger.”

“I know son. John, Lee and Virgil will see to him.”

Virgil. He blinked. “Virgil was with me!” Again he struggled to get up.

His father held him down. “Virgil is very determined that he is fine. You, however, are not. You have a concussion. I will take you back to the Base and you will rest. Alan will help his brothers.”

“But-“

The hands on his shoulders squeezed. “Do I have to ask Virgil to reinforce that order?”

Virgil? Order? God, his head hurt.

But this was Dad. Dad knew what to do in space. Dad was...Dad was...

“Scott, you with me?”

He was shaken just a little and his head hated him for it. A groan and his hand encountered his helmet. Augh.

Space sucked.

“C’mon, Scotty, let’s get you into the pod.” Alan’s voice was gentle and professional. He was so proud of his little brother. “Yeah, well, I learnt from the best. Up you get.”

He was pulled slowly to his feet and he had to bite down or lose whatever the hell it was he had eaten last. There were steps and then he was sitting and familiar restraints were holding him in place.

He closed his eyes.

Gordon. He had to help Gordon.

“Your brothers will help him, Scott, you know that.”

But-

His world shook as the pod lifted. He glimpsed the back of his father’s helmet. Dad. Dad was driving. Dad had control.

He could let go.

-o-o-o-

Alan swallowed as their father launched the pod back down the tunnel, its headlights sparkling.

He had reported Scott’s status the moment they had the medscanner’s results and had received a very abrupt acknowledgement from Virgil.

It was unusual to have Virgil in command in space. It wasn’t his native environment and he didn’t venture into it very often. It, of course, wasn’t the first time, and Alan trusted Virgil with his life. But this was Alan’s turf, he needed to be there to help.

He leapt into the remaining dragonfly and dashed off down the tunnel.

It got tighter and tighter as he flew closer to the Crystal Cave, his access blocked by frozen lake water. For a moment he thought he was going to have to abandon the pod, but he was just able to squeeze through the entrance.

The lake was exactly as it had been. Calm and glittering in the pod’s headlamps. He turned slowly on the rocky beach to find Four, free of ice, jammed up against the wall beside the tunnel entrance. She was on her port side, cabin rammed into the rock.

Alan’s heart clenched as he set the dragonfly down.

Both John and Virgil along with Uncle Lee were attempting to gain access via the rear hatch. The ‘bird was made for water, but on the very rare occasion such as this, Brains had built space capable redundancies into her airlock.

How many submersibles in this universe were also space capsules in disguise?

But all this was redundant if the seals had been compromised.

A quick query of Thunderbird Five reassured Alan that Gordon’s vitals were still strong. There was still no response from their fish brother, but he was alive and relatively stable and Four reported no seal ruptures.

Yet.

Virgil grunted as the back of Four was slowly cranked open. Uncle Lee and his engineer brother were putting all their muscle into heaving the hatch open while John slipped into the vehicle.

A moment later the door was shoved shut again and Alan was surprised to see Virgil seal it with a hand laser.

Tired eyes caught Alan’s. His brother didn’t need to explain why he was doing what he was doing.

“Inner airlock door is now compromised.” John’s voice was calm and sure despite the subject matter. “Proceeding to the cockpit.”

Alan stared at Virgil a moment, caught by his haggard expression before hurrying around Four towards her belly viewports.

All he could see was Gordon’s feet. No matter how he shone his hand light through those windows, he could see nothing more. Gordon’s pilot’s seat obscured everything.

For it to be in that position it had to have been severed off its mountings.

Hell.

Determined, Alan scrambled around Four’s nose and tried to find her front viewports. Everything was obscured by rock.

Crystal glittered mockingly at him, an almost scarlet chunk of quartz sticking out of the wall and falling over as if it was reaching for Four.

Alan fought the urge to shove it away from his brother’s ‘bird.

“Cockpit hatch is non-operational. Eos, relay through my suit sensors and give me a detailed report on Gordon’s position.” John’s voice was ever so calm.

Alan wanted to scream.

He hurried back to the lower ports and stared at his brother’s feet.

Again Gordon had been crushed in his ‘bird. How hurt was he this time. How long would he take to recover?

Virgil spoke up and Alan was startled to find his engineer brother and Uncle Lee standing beside him. Virgil was standing ramrod straight. “Eos, can you pull any medical data?”

“Please hold.” The AI’s voice was crisp and professional. “Compensating for interference.”

Damned interference. Alan was so sick of static. Their comm lines and sensor feeds were usually perfect. What was it with this place?

A big hand gently wrapped around his arm.

“I’m fine, Virgil.”

The hand did not let go.

“Thank you, Eos.” How did John stay so calm? “Cutting into the cockpit now.”

Virgil’s wrist control lit up and projected the sensor data he had requested from Eos. True to this place, parts flickered and there was some pixilation, but a clear outline of both Gordon and John inside Four was all the reassurance it could be.

Gordon was curled up on the ‘floor’ of his ‘bird, on what had been Four’s portside viewports.

The laser cutter in John’s hand flared up brightly as he cut through the cockpit hatch mechanisms.

Red light flickered through the marine acrylic enough to catch on Alan’s uniform.

“His right arm is broken again.” Virgil sighed. “He’s going to be so pissed.”

“I’m in.” And John was. Light lit up the viewports, quickly followed by the yellow of a medscanner.

“Oh, thank god.” Beside him, Virgil visibly deflated in relief. The hologram lit up with Gordon’s full medical details. A red alarm hovered over one arm where the break snapped his right ulna and his head had an orange flag that pinpointed a likely concussion. But other than that, Gordon appeared whole and safe, his spacesuit undamaged and airtight. Alan’s shoulders dropped almost as much as Virgil’s.

“He’s safe to move, John.” No doubt John knew that, but Virgil obviously had a need to confirm it anyway. He had a habit of doing that. Alan wasn’t really sure who it was for, Virgil’s brothers or himself.

The next few moments involved cutting open the rear hatch of Four again. This time there was the hiss of escaping atmosphere as Virgil took the entire door off the sub, no longer needing to worry about Gordon’s suit integrity.

John emerged carefully carrying his unconscious brother, Gordon’s helmeted head limp on one shoulder, his arm in an emergency splint, no doubt from one of Four’s first aid packs.

“Vincent, I’m thinking you boys need to take your brother back to base.”

Alan suddenly realised they were a pod or two short to carry all of them. There were five operatives and only one pod.

Uncle Lee eyed Virgil, his lips thin. “Albert, you could fly George while Vincent, John and I dig out the other pod.”

Virgil shifted his feet as he translated that, and Alan frowned at him. His engineer brother was wrecked. Alan could see it in his eyes. Understandable

Virgil’s nod was firm, regardless. “FAB. Alan, you’re with Gordon. John, what is the impact of the interference on Eos’ capability to pilot the pod if necessary?”

Their space brother was looking down at Gordon’s face frowning. “Eos is deploying a moon-wide probe net. We can use them to strengthen the signal. I think that above ground, Thunderbird Five should be able to pilot reliably. I would not recommend attempting it underground.”

Virgil nodded again before striding over to Alan’s pod and, climbing up and throwing the hatch back, began reconfiguring the backseat to transport their injured brother.

Alan hurried over to help and within minutes, John had secured their unconscious aquanaut brother prone on his side in the back of the pod.

Silent, eyes closed, non-responsive.

Alan took off smoothly and with as much care as possible, flew back up the tunnel, heading above ground and back to Callisto Base.

His last glance at the Crystal Cave outlined the shapes of two brothers and an uncle standing ever so alone in a giant cavern that had tried to kill three of his brothers.

-o-o-o-

Next

[sindrafalcone]

Adventures in Babysitting pt. 3

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Choi Seung Hyun x reader

Synopsis: A babysitting job turns into something unexpected…

Warnings: Fluff for now, but it will evolve into something steamier in a later chapter. You’ve been warned!

Author’s Note: It has been entirely too long since I updated this story! My apologies... But I finally think I’m un-stuck on the storyline, so hopefully I can finish it in a reasonable amount of time. Thanks for sticking with me, and I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work.

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You had only made it about half a block before Seunghyun stopped dead in his tracks. When he quit moving you did as well, peering at him to see if he was okay. Between the dim city lights and his face mask you couldn't make out very much, but he was still holding on to your hand so that had to count for something. Before you could ask him what was wrong, he spoke softly. “This place that you're taking me...” his deep voice trembled a little bit. “Is it going to be very busy?”

You were a little taken aback by the clear apprehension in his voice. But then you remembered how happy he'd been when you had given him his space back at the museum. Maybe he just didn't like crowds.

“Sometimes it can be.” you admitted. “Usually around lunch time, but this late at night I doubt there's very many people in there. It's just a small Mom & Pop shop.” He seemed to take a moment to think about what you said & you patiently waited  for what he was going to say next. Perhaps he was getting cold feet about having dinner with you and just wanted to go back to the hotel instead.

“I still want to go with you.” he said, as if reading your mind. “I just... um, do you know if they have a private room?”

“Yeah...” you answered him hesitantly, not really seeing where he was going with this. “There's a medium sized room in the back of the restaurant that can be reserved for parties or large groups.”

“Do you think maybe you could call ahead and ask if we could eat in there?” Seunghyun shifted his weight back and forth from foot to foot nervously. “I'll be happy to pay extra if they want. Or if that's not available, we'll need a table in the very back, preferably as far away from other people as possible.”

You looked at him closely for a bit before taking out your phone. You decided he was being completely serious and you had the fleeting thought that he might actually have a phobia about this. “Okay... give me a minute.” you relented & you could finally see the tension in his shoulders relax as you did so. He let go of your hand so you could make the call and you found that you missed his warmth more than you wanted to admit.

Luckily for him, you were very good friends with the owners. You had been eating lunch there almost every day since you'd found the place a couple years back. The food was good and relatively cheap, especially once they had started giving you the 'family discount' even though you had tried to object. In a matter of minutes, you had secured the private room for you and Seunghyun to use. You brought up his willingness to pay a fee, but the owner just laughed at you. Telling her that you'd be there soon, you hung up only to find him looking at you anxiously.

“We can use the private room.”

“Oh, good.” he sighed, relief obvious in his voice. “That usually works out much better.”

You really wanted to question him about this whole thing, but decided that it might be better to wait until you were actually in the restaurant or maybe even back at the hotel before deciding to pry into his apparent agoraphobia. This time Seunghyun held his hand out for you to take & you stared at it in shock for a few seconds before gleefully interlacing your fingers again and setting off once more towards your destination for food.

When you rounded the corner and pulled him in the direction of the restaurant, he stopped once again.

“Pho?” he said, a curious tone to his voice. “You're taking me out for Pho?”

You turned to face him, not letting go this time. “Is that a problem?”

“No...” he smiled & you could see it in his eyes, despite the face mask he still wore. “I'm pleasantly surprised. That's all.”

“Well come on then.” you told him, playfully tugging him along towards the door. “I'm starving!”

He chuckled and the two of you tumbled into the warmth of the Pho shop holding hands, laughing and pink cheeked from the cool outside air.

“You didn't tell me it was a date!” the woman who stood at the counter exclaimed loudly. “_______! You should have warned me.”

“It isn't... we're not...” you stammered, looking down at your interlocked hands. You attempted to pull away, but Seunghyun just held tighter and chuckled louder.

“Nonsense! I know a date when I see one.” she dismissed as she motioned for the two of you to follow her to the room in the back. “I wondered why you wanted to use the party room. You should have just said, dear!”

Thankfully you noticed that the restaurant was mostly empty as she walked you through it, so there weren't very many witnesses to your embarrassment and none that you recognized.

She opened the door and gestured the two of you inside. “Here, just sit at the smaller table in the middle of the room. It will be more intimate that way.”

Beside you, Seunghyun made a small choking sound as she continued fussing. “I wish you had told me it was a date when you called. I would have set up some candles or something.”

“It's fine.” you told her, voice cracking a bit. “It'll be fine just like this.” You all but ripped your hand away from Seunghyun's and started to take off your coat, but before you made it very far you felt his hands slide over yours to remove it for you. Then he draped it carefully over a nearby empty chair before he set about sliding out of his own outerwear.

“Such a  gentleman!” the old lady exclaimed, hearts practically dancing in her eyes as she backed out of the room. “I'll be back with your drinks shortly.”

As soon as the door closed behind her, you rounded on Seunghyun and hissed. “What the hell was that?”

He held his hands up innocently, face mask still dangling from one long-fingered hand. “What?” he asked, laughing slightly, his eyes lit with mirth.

You plopped down into a chair inelegantly. “I was trying to let go of your hand and explain to her that this wasn't a date...”

“Is it not?” he interrupted, setting his mask down on top of his coat. “She's right, it does look like a date. And, you have to admit, it's slightly less awkward than the truth... that you're my babysitter.” he put a special emphasis on that last word that made you squirm in your seat a little bit.

“True...” you agreed.  “I suppose when you put it like that...”you started, but Seunghyun held his hand up to you again just as he had earlier in the evening at the hotel. And, just like before, you stopped talking.

“But that isn't what's important right now.” he told you as he pulled out a chair and sat down in the seat across from you.

“It isn't?”

“No.” he said, his face utterly serious, all traces of joking gone. “It's probably best that she thinks it's a date. But I have to tell you something before she gets back.”

You leaned forward, resting your elbows on the table so you could give Seunghyun your full attention. He leaned forward as well, until your faces were mere inches apart.

“___________.” he whispered your name. “I have a confession to make. I'm not...” he took a deep breath and blew it out. “I'm not who you think I am.”

“A rich, foreign guy with impeccable fashion sense who knows his wine and appreciates contemporary art?” you quirked an eyebrow at him, spilling all the details that you'd managed to piece together over the past few hours you'd spent with Seunghyun (or at least all the observations that you were willing to admit to him, anyway).

He flashed you a dangerous smile. “Well, yes... I am those things. But that's not all of who I am and you need to know the vital details before...”

The door the room slid open again, interrupting whatever Seunghyun had been about to say & he cursed quietly under his breath. You watched as he leaned back in his seat and winced, seeming to brace himself for something he knew was inevitably coming. From the pained expression on his face, it didn't look as if he expected it to be pleasant.

“I've got your usual right here. Iced Vietnamese coffee and a glass of water. I brought the same for your gentleman, I hope that's okay.” the older lady said as she bustled over towards you. “Now, do you two love birds need menus or...” her voice trailed off as she finally made it to the table and caught a clear view of Seunghyuns face, without his mask. “Oh my...” her voice faltered, the tray immediately started shaking in her hands.

“Ma'am...” Seunghyun said tightly, pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes still closed.

“Oh my goodness!” she practically yelled, her voice echoing slightly in the almost empty room. “Y- y- you're... T.O.P!” she whispered those last three letters as if they were some sort of secret.

You just looked between the two of them, completely lost as to what was going on. “Um, Mrs. Tran?” you placed a hand carefully on her arm to get her attention away from Seunghyun.

“Yes, dear?” she asked, still looking at him with sheer disbelief written all over her elderly face.

“You might want to set the tray down before you drop it.” you told her gently.

“Oh, yes... good idea.” she replied, voice weak.

She did finally manage to set the tray down on the table with a little help from you.

Seunghyun sighed, opened his eyes & smiled at the old woman. It was a polite smile, but tight. Something that someone who hadn't spent much time with him probably wouldn't notice as a fake smile, but you could see it nonetheless.

“Mrs. Tran...” he soothed, having picked up her name from when you'd said it. “Tonight, I'm not T.O.P. I'm just Seunghyun, trying to enjoy a normal date with the lovely ________,  here. I'm happy to sign as many autographs as you want and I'll even mention this restaurant on my Instagram if you'd like a boost in business. But I'd appreciate it if you could keep my visit here a secret for now. And please, no pictures.” Seunghyun gestured over to you. “I'd like to keep our date as private as possible.”

You were so confused right now, but Mrs. Tran seemed to understand what was going on. It was as if a light bulb immediately went off over the little woman's head and she smiled knowingly. “Oooohhhhh, I get it. Don't worry, you aren't the first celebrity we've had in here. It's just been a very long time and you caught me off guard, that's all. I know how to be discreet.”

“Thank you.” he said with a little bow towards her that made her giggle like a school girl and blush.

“Now that's settled...” she clapped her hands together excitedly. “Menus?”

“I think I'll trust __________ to order for both of us. She obviously knows this place quite well.” Seunghyun said with a wink in your direction.

“Um...” you faltered, still reeling from their entire conversation, not to mention the fact that he had just referred to you as 'lovely'. 'Celebrity?' you thought quickly to yourself. 'What the hell is going on here & what have I gotten myself into?!?' you cleared your throat awkwardly.

“Is there anything you don't want to eat?” you asked him. “Or are you allergic to anything?”

Seunghyun smiled. “I'm allergic to peaches & I don't eat intestines. Other than that, I'm fair game.” he said, already reaching for a glass of water from the tray.

You nodded at him at turned back to face Mrs Tran. “Just double my usual then.”

“So...” she pulled out an order pad and pen from her apron. “A double #4 and two medium # 45's?”

“Actually, make those #45's a large please. We're both kinda hungry tonight.” you said without thinking of the implications of that sentence.

“Oh, I bet you are.” she sassed under her breath as she walked away, causing Seunghyun to almost snort water out of his nose. Mrs. Tran merely hummed happily to herself as she walked out of the room. As soon as the door shut, you could hear her yelling in Vietnamese, presumably to her husband who was in the kitchen.

You briefly thought about immediately grilling Seunghyun about this whole “celebrity” business, but as you remembered the look on his face as he braced himself earlier, you paused. You never wanted to see that look from him directed at you. So instead, you settled for pouring the coffee that had just finished steeping over the ice & sweetened, condensed milk in the other glass.

“Are we going to talk about this or would you rather pretend that whole scene never happened?” you asked, not trusting yourself to look at him.

A few seconds ticked by before he answered quietly. “You'd be willing to do that? Just ignore everything she said about me?”

You shrugged, stirring your coffee to combine it with the milk. “I mean... I'll admit to being curious. But it obviously bothers you & I was just fine with not knowing before.”

Seunghyun sighed heavily before pouring his own coffee. “Right now, I'm just Seunghyun to you. A rich, foreign guy with impeccable fashion sense who knows his wine and appreciates contemporary art.” he smirked. “If I tell you everything, that changes.” he said, his voice melancholy.

“It doesn't have to.” you told him softly. “Let's try this... You tell me your secret, and I'll tell you mine.” you said, finally looking up and locking eyes with him.

That statement seemed to intrigue him and he arched an eyebrow up at you. “You have a secret double life too?”

“Saying it like that makes it sound like I'm a superhero or something.” you laughed & smacked him playfully on the arm. “But, yeah... there are things that you don't know about me yet. Maybe not as big of a bombshell as yours, but still... something that might change the way you see me too.”

“How about we wait until after dinner?” he asked tentatively.

“Sounds like a plan.”

Interrupting the conversation, Mrs. Tran came back into the private room, bringing two large bowls of pho over and deposited a plate with bean sprouts, sprigs of basil and quarters of limes on the table; along with four egg rolls and two bowls of dipping sauce.

Seunghyun inhaled deeply. The aroma of the broth and the slices of rare beef and shrimp wontons floating atop the long rice noodles making his stomach growl once again. “This smells amazing.”

Mrs. Tran just giggled at him again. “You know, I didn't even realize Bigbang was in town...” she started before he held up a finger to his lips.

“Technically, we're not.” he whispered. “We're just... having a bit of a vacation that's all. Very hush-hush.”

“Ohhhhhh.....” she nodded knowingly. “I guess everyone needs a break sometimes. Well, I will just leave you two alone. I'll be back later to check in on you.” and without another word, she was gone.

Seunghyun started plucking the basil leaves off one of the sprigs, rolling them up and then ripping them into little pieces and dropping them in his soup while you watched him, completely mesmerized by the movements of his fingers.

“I guess you've had Pho before then?” you asked, taking an egg roll from your plate before tearing it in half, dipping it into the sauce & taking a bite.  

Seunghyun nodded, “It's been a while though. So, thanks for bringing me here.” he told you sincerely, picking up an egg roll with his chopsticks and dipping it before taking his own crunchy bite.

“Show off...” you muttered, grumpily picking up your own chopsticks and spoon just to show him that you did, in fact, know how to use them.

Seunghyun merely laughed.

The two of you spent the next hour simply eating and discussing the art and artists from the museum exhibition. Conversation flowed between you effortlessly & before you knew it, Mrs. Tran was bringing in the check and fortune cookies.

Seunghyun pulled out his wallet and when you tried to object, reminded you that you'd paid for the taxi earlier. You caught a glimpse of the black card he held between his long, slender fingers & swallowed hard, nodding your head in acceptance.

You both made the decision to take the fortune cookies back to the hotel and, after Seunghyun spent some time signing the promised autographs for Mrs. Trang, you left the restaurant the same way you'd come in... laughing and holding hands.

Only this time, you were headed back to the hotel and a discussion that could possibly change everything between the two of you.

[percabeth4life]

So, I am a little late but I just read the chapter and

why do fish move so fast?

Okay so the way fish move is actually pretty interesting *and* hard to figure out, like the most recent beliefs on it come from 2018 it's so hard. They're still not sure of all the details but they have a rough idea for it. But did you know fish can swim up to 70 mph? Cause they can. Some might even be faster than that. And that's compared to the 4 mph humans can do.

We know that the fish, through their muscles contracting as their body moves in a wave like motion, push against the water and produce thrust and swim through that. But the *how* the thrust worked was a bit of a mystery. There were two presiding theories on fish movement prior to 2018.

1. Proposed in 1952 by the British physicist Geoffrey Taylor, the theory was that it was the interaction of each segment of a fish's body with the water. Each segment would generate drag, but as they undulated (contracted and released) the drag was greater perpendicular to the body (so to the sides of the fish) rather than parallel (so the front and back), resulting in parallel movement. This is the resistive force theory.

2. Proposed in 1960 by British mathematician James Lighthill, the theory was that the inertia of the water caused the thrust. This would allow a flat plate to generate thrust by waving with a small movement or vibration. This is the elongated body theory.

The primary difference in these theory is the type of force created: 1=resistive force and 2=reactive force. Knowing this difference is important to trying to mimic it, as the method of causing them is different.

So which theory is correct? It turns out both of them are. But they're only correct for specific body shapes or even different parts of the bodies.

For example: consider the mackerel. Resistive forces are vital for the middle part of the body which is smooth and uniform, meaning little to no vibration, scales, or strong movement that could help form thrust. But reactive forces are vital near the tails, where the swish of the tail can move the water and encourage the inertia.

But that's not all: elasticity is a very important part of their swimming, or at least it's heavily suspected to. After all, how could they store energy or swim so efficiently without it? Thus you need to know how the elasticity of the fish works as well.

The studies used to determine how the muscles worked also showed how the fish (mackerels and eels were the subjects of the study) had to become elastic at different places in their bodies and at different points during each cycle of movement. This supports the theory that elasticity can save and restore energy to improve efficiency too (which is part of how Persi was able to swim so much in the last chapter despite his exhaustion, his tails are literally designed to work the best with the least amount of energy spent).

But then you need to know how energy works through fish bodies. Now, while this is not a thing in all fish, in mackerel-type swimmers they have tendons that stretch along their bodies towards their tails. But if the above theories alone were correct then that wouldn't be necessary, the movement they already had would cover it.

Unfortunately we're still not positive as to what the tendons are necessary *for*, only that they *are*. The holding theory of the moment is that they're used to transfer energy and make the swim more efficient.

Overall, fish movement is actually a lot more complex then people realize.

[marketinsight1234]

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