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The Moon Knows Our Secrets (1)

Exes to Lovers!AU | Hybrid!Jungkook x Hybrid!OC | Soulmate!AU

genre: angst, smut, exes to lovers, vampire/werewolf hybrid (emphasis on werewolf), soulmates, forced proximity

rating: explicit

description: He doesn’t remember loving you. How could he, when you’re the one who erased his memories? You run into him a year later at a wedding. The year after that he’s reported missing and you go off to find him. Then you wonder: did he ever forget you?

word count: 9.1k

warnings: blood, blood-drinking, one injury, flirting, TXT is mentioned and they’re horny brats but protective!JK swoops in, ANGST, mentions of compulsion, past deaths, JK smokes for like, one second, fire, resentment, but trust me, they will fall for each other all over again, two-shot 💖

smut warnings: OC goes into HEAT at the worst time, kissing, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, squirting, overstimulation, (more intense smut to come in part 2)

a/n: This is an epilogue for my series Moonstruck (inspired by TVD), but it can be read as a STAND-ALONE! You do not have to read Moonstruck (but it will be more satisfying if you have 😉). I love this couple and they deserve their (steamy) happy ending. They both embody the “right person, wrong place.”

Part 1 | Part 2 |

“You’re going to forget the fact you ever loved me. I’m just the girl who had a crush on you and trained with you, nothing more. I want you to live your life freely. If we ever cross paths again, don’t approach me. When I’m ready, I’ll come to you and you can decide then if you’ll have me. You’ll remember then. I love you, Jungkook.”

You first saw him again at a wedding.

When you arrive at the venue, your eyes scan the sea of strangers for him like an automated response. You clutch onto the chain of your purse, the tight squeeze in your chest never seeming to disappear. Once you’re sure of his absence, the tension in your shoulders fades.

Round tables are arranged around a central dance floor, so you sit at the closest one, joining in the crowd’s applause despite not knowing what’s happening. The happy couple is swaying to romantic jazz music played by the live band, their adoring smiles perfectly matched.

“What did I miss?”

Your old classmate chuckles when she notices your presence, using her fingers to count as she lists off her answers. “The ring bearer, flower girl, the da-da-da-da piano introduction, the vows, the kiss, the first dance—so pretty much everything. Surprised to see you here.”

So are you. It took you hours of hyping yourself up before deciding to attend. You never RSVP-ed properly, allocating all your time to getting ready instead. Not that you had anyone to impress, but it’s a wedding. Sweatpants weren’t going to cut it.

“Can everyone please have a seat? We’re going to hear the best man give his speech!” That authoritative voice belonged to Kim Namjoon, the headmaster of BTSU (Be The Supernatural University). His dimple smile emerges when he notices you and he waves excitedly, dropping the microphone in the process. 

You giggle. “See? I didn’t miss everything, Lia.”

She hands you a glass of champagne, then clinks the glass against your own. “Okay, Ms. Fashionably Late. At least you look hot.”

The guests take their seats while the couple sits at the head table near the dance floor. There’s a small stage next to them and on it is a microphone stand under a beautifully decorated archway. A blanket of silence washes over the crowd as anticipation rises, but the best man is nowhere to be found. Murmurs spread quickly as heads turn in confusion.

“I’m here, I’m here!”

You don’t have to look to know who that voice belonged to. The glass in your hand trembles, on the brink of shattering under your tightening grip. Your mouth parts open in shock, your heart rate beating so loudly that it rings in your ears, drowning out the noise of the crowd’s applause as the so-called best man gets on stage. 

Jeon Jungkook — your ex-boyfriend.

Could you even call him your ex? Your history was, in a word, complicated. Boyfriend and girlfriend weren’t labels you two were fortunate enough to share. Bound by trauma, forced into despair, crippled with pain — the “relationship” in question was toxic. 

“You’re going to forget the fact you ever loved me…”

A hybrid had many advantages — compulsion included. With one look, you ordered him to forget having loved you and then left. Traveling the world healed you and the thought of returning to your college campus never once crossed your mind until a year later.

Your old professor sent you a text — a wedding invitation to be specific. Though the gesture was sweet, you preferred staying blissfully ignorant. You almost deleted it. However, F.O.M.O was a crippling feeling, so you ultimately gave in. 

You were aware the chances of running into Jungkook were high, but that’s why you arrived late on purpose. You had let your guard down too easily, assuming he might’ve left early or not bother showing up at all. What a fool. 

The fairy lights strung across the venue illuminate him with a gorgeous golden glow as he steps onto the stage. You hold your breath as the world seems to slow down, taking in his features. 

His hair used to be longer and shaggier; you teased him for having a mop-head back then (lovingly). Now it’s half long, with shaved sides and a slight mullet. He wore a simple white shirt, layered with a classic black blazer and matching dress pants. Several square box chains surrounded his neck, complimenting his silver hoop earrings and lip ring (when did he get that?). His accessories sparkle under the lights, almost blinding, as if he were a living filter. 

Damn. He’s only gotten more gorgeous. 

Jungkook quickly adjusts the microphone stand to his height, then presents a bunny-tooth grin. “Hello everyone! Sorry, I’m late. I had forgotten my script.” He shakes the index cards in his hands gently, causing a ripple of laughter through the crowd. “It’s an honor being both Hoseok and Yoongi’s best man.”

Jung Hoseok was your old classmate, who used to be the alpha of the werewolf pack senior year. But then along came Jungkook, who stole the title from beneath him after challenging him to a duel. Funny how he is now his best man. 

Min Yoongi was the one who invited you, a research assistant at your university. If you had to describe him in a phrase, it’d be: “Actions speak louder than words.” You knew his intentions when he sent the invitation, so you had to come and support him the same way he’s done for you. 

Jungkook peers down at his script before placing a hand on the microphone. 

“I’ve known Yoongi and Hoseok for years now and their love is truly special. They’re often private with their affection, but we know how they would go out of their way for each other. My favorite part is whenever Hoseok compliments Yoongi, he’d—”

“AaarrghhH!!!” The obnoxious scream is from Yoongi himself, who had stood up and faced away from the crowd. People crack up at his hilarity, including Hoseok who is clapping his hands like a seal. 

“Yes. That. Exactly that,” Jungkook says, followed by a soft chuckle. “The two play off each other well. Hoseok brings joy to everyone and it’s infectious. I’ve never seen Yoongi happier than when he’s with Hoseok.”

Yoongi rubs the nape of his neck, a shy smile gracing his features as he sits back down. Hoseok places his head on his partner’s shoulders, sighing in content. Jungkook flips to the next index card and clears his throat.

“Yoongi and Hoseok are people I like from the bottom of my heart. They’re like family, and I’m so glad to be a part of their story. We were able to come to where we are right now because everybody was all together.” His lips tremble slightly as he holds the corners of the card with both hands, tears slowly welling up in his eyes. His head hangs low for a moment but then he looks up, forcing a smile on his face. “Sorry, I’m getting emotional.”

You almost shout it’s okay! but nothing comes out. Fortunately, a couple of folks blurt out comforting words that make him laugh as he quickly wipes his tears away. He rolls his shoulders back and blows a small raspberry with his lips to reset. 

“These two have both helped me through so much. When I almost lost my life. When I lost my friends. When I wanted to give up on myself,” His eyes scanned across the venue as if simulating eye contact with each guest. “And especially when I experienced the biggest absence of my life with…”

His words are cut short at the same time your breath hitches. It’s a split second, but you’re sure. You’re sure his gaze fell on you, his expression stiffening slightly while you let out a silent gasp. The world seems to be at a standstill until he crumples the cards in his hand and tosses them aside. He lets out a half-hearted laugh, gesturing to the large projector screen he prepared earlier. 

“Enough about me!” he exclaims. “I made a compilation of the couple’s best moments. Enjoy!”

You don’t pay attention to the video playing despite the roaring laughter from the crowd. Someone shouts something about the couple wearing colorful animal sheet masks, but your eyes are glued to Jungkook. He exits the stage, heading back to his group of friends at the table furthest from yours. They give him a pat on the back and he’s back to smiling as if nothing happened. 

Was it your imagination? Maybe he wasn’t looking at you. You finish your champagne in one gulp, slamming the glass down without meaning to. The sharp sting in your palm makes you realize your actions as you groan, the deep cut across your hand oozing blood. 

“[Y/N], are you okay? Oh my gosh, here.” Lia is quick to grab the cloth napkin, wrapping it around your hand and tying a knot. 

“Thanks, but I’m fine. I’ll heal anyway.”

“Still, how did this even happen? What’s got you so tense?”

You say nothing, but she follows your line of sight and purses her lips. “Are you looking at the wolves? Is it Jungkook?”

“No,” you say quickly. “I’m gonna go to the restroom and wash the blood off.”

Before she can interrogate you further, you make a break for it. It was difficult walking in your nude heels, each step feeling like you were sinking deeper into the grass. The fairy lights help you see in the dark as you pass by the greenery of the garden, the flowers being your favorite part. You’d stop to smell them but didn’t want the blood to stain their lovely petals. Your feet finally reach a cobblestone path and you see the restroom building up ahead. 

There’s a handwashing sink outside. Once you turn on the faucet, you unwrap the cloth around your hand and wash the excess blood away. The cut had partially healed already — another perk of hybrid blood — but it still felt nice.

You find yourself lost in thought as the cool water flows onto your hands. You tell yourself there’s no way Jungkook was looking at you. He doesn’t even know you. At least, not in the way he used to. 

“I’m just the girl who had a crush on you and trained with you, nothing more. I want you to live your life freely.”

Ah. Right. You’ve been reduced to a mere stranger now. The depressing reality makes you sigh as you turn off the water. 

That’s when you hear it. Footsteps. Heavy ones that grow louder from behind you. The hairs on your neck stand up as you turn around.

Jungkook is approaching you, his stride long and confident. Your brain must have been rewired to put him in slow motion because he’s like a model walking down a runway. You can’t believe your eyes and are torn between running away or staying put. He’s closer now. Your heart skips a beat, the anticipation crushing you. Stay put it is.

“If we ever cross paths again, don’t approach me.”

Yet here he is. Approaching you. Had the compulsion not worked on him? Did he remember you all this time? Well, your answer comes when he walks right by you without sparing a glance as he enters the men’s restroom. You blink a few times, stunned by what took place.

Well, that proves it; the compulsion was still effective. You look at the bloody napkin in your hand, clutching it tightly. 

“What, is he blind? He didn’t even ask if I was okay. This is a huge red flag, literally!” You wave the fabric around like a crazed woman, having half a mind to chuck it across the building. After sulking for a minute, you compose yourself and prepare to head back.

That’s when an unpleasant smell creeps its way into your nose. It’s harsh, like the smell of acetone and burnt wood, and you cough uncontrollably. The acrid fumes are suffocating as you wander around the restrooms for the smell. 

“It’s coming from the men’s side…” you mumble to yourself. 

“When I’m ready, I’ll come to you and you can decide then if you’ll have me.”

Ignore it. It’s not your business. Yet your feet are already stomping inside, where your ex jolts in alarm at your sudden presence. 

“Hey, just because you’re a hybrid doesn’t mean smoking is okay!” The cigarette dangles from his mouth when his lips part in a small “o” shape, seconds from falling. You swipe it from him, drop it on the ground, and crush it under your heel. His doe eyes are larger than before, but your actions render him speechless. “It’s a gross habit and causes bad breath. So… yeah. Don’t smoke. Even if you’re practically immortal it’s not good for you.”

You spin around and close your eyes, cringing at your meddlesome behavior. You should leave before things escalate. 

“Are you okay?” Your eyes flutter open. He must think you’re deranged! “Your hand… is that blood?”

You look down, noticing the cloth in your hand was no longer white, but a deep crimson that seemed to permeate nonstop. 

“Oh, this is nothing. It’ll heal soon.”

He circles and gets in front of you, holding out his hand. “May I take a look?”

Whatever compels you to give your hand to him is a mystery, but you do it. He removes the cloth first, then inspects your palm, concern etched in his features. Blood continues to ooze out of the gash, but all you can focus on is the warmth of his hand enveloping your cold one. It reminds you of holding a hot cup of coffee in the morning except in this case, your cortisol levels are spiking. 

“It’s not good for you, you know,” he says with a soft smile. He directs his gaze from his hand to your own. “Getting cuts on such pretty hands. Who did this to you?”

If you had a brain, you didn’t anymore. You feel it short-circuiting, the hints of protectiveness in his voice setting sirens off in your mind. “No one… I accidentally broke a glass.”

It comes out as a whisper, but he acknowledges your response with a gentle “hmm.”

“This won’t do. It’s not healing fast enough,” His eyes shift up to meet your own. “You’re practically dripping in my hand.”

How can he say such things to you with such a straight face? The double entendre is blatant, but calling him out for it would only expose your impure thoughts.

“Shall I clean you up?” You don’t miss how he says “you” and not “it.” His irises glow a ruby red, matching his blood-shot sclera. Protruding veins appear under his eyes as he opens his mouth wide enough to exhibit his sharp fangs. It’s a hauntingly beautiful sight.

“That’s okay, you don’t—you don’t have to.” 

“Maybe I want to. Besides… I was smoking to curb my cravings. You took that away, so I need something else to satisfy me.”

You gulp. “And you think my blood will do that?”

He flashes you a smirk. “I��d like to find out. If you’ll let me.”

He doesn’t remember. He doesn’t remember. He can’t remember. Right? 

You agree with a soft “okay” and Jungkook doesn’t hold back. He sticks his tongue out, licking up the blood that overflowed onto his thumb first before following the stream up to your palm. He presses his lips onto the gash and sucks, earning a small gasp from you. This catches his attention, and he stares at you. His pupils are dilated, the primal look in his gaze so enrapturing. 

The pit of your stomach is on fire as he continues feeding from the palm of your hand. His tongue comes out to play, swiping back and forth, leaving no spot untouched. It tickles, but you’re too tense to move a muscle. 

Then he moans. It’s low at first, but then he closes his eyes and does it again. This time it’s more guttural, and he presses harder against you like he was starved.

“Ow,” you say, wincing when his fangs pierce your skin. It coaxes more blood to come out, and he visibly shudders.

“Sorry, I—Fuck,” His breath is uneven as he pants, drunk on your taste. He furrowed his eyebrows like he was mad, fighting against his primal urges to devour you whole. “I’ll be more careful. Please let me finish, please.”

Oh my god. He’s begging you. It’s too adorable to resist. He opens his eyes when you don’t reply, and you quickly give him your consent. His technique, if you can even call it that, grows sloppy as he rushes to clean up the mess he made. It’s like he was embarrassed, which makes your heart grow fonder. 

Once he finishes, his lips come together and make a loud smooching sound. He kisses the spot once again, lovingly, and then pulls away. You’re shocked to see the cut is no longer there. 

“Delicious. Sweet, with a hint of spice.”

You’re flattered by the handsome blood sommelier but retract your hand, hiding it behind your back while clearing your throat. 

“Um… Thank you.” That sounded more lame out loud than in your head, but nothing else seemed appropriate. 

Jungkook rubs the excess blood from the corner of his lips with his thumb. “It was my pleasure.” He sucks it and then releases his thumb with a loud pop.

Discomfort washes over you with how quiet the restroom gets, but you don’t break the silence. Instead, you turn around and head for the exit. 

“You’re [Y/N], right?” Three steps. That’s how far you got. “We were in the same year together.”

You grab onto the chain of your purse again. “Yeah. We were.”

And you leave it at that. 

You walk around to ease the buried feelings threatening to bubble up to the surface. Aside from the reception in the garden, the rest of the campus is quiet. Not a single light is on from the buildings you pass, your heels following the moonlight instead.

You pass the library, the gym, and the fine arts hall, but your steps halt at the girls’ dormitory. Memories flood your mind one by one: decorating your room, staying up late studying for exams, and the time when Jungkook slept over and—no. Shit. Don’t think about a love that’s lost. 

A weighted sigh comes as you sit on the steps, giving your feet a much-deserved break. You hug your knees, tuck your head down, and rest it in your folded arms as if you wanted to hide from the world. Why the hell did you think coming here would be easy?

His touch lingers in your mind as you replay the moment. The way he held your hand, the way he was concerned for your well-being, and the way he fed off your blood was far more intimate than you expected. Then he said your name.

It ignited a yearning you thought you had suppressed.

“I should leave…” you say out loud to no one in particular. 

“And miss the group picture?”

You lift your head slowly like you were caught red-handed committing a heinous crime. You’re greeted by pointed black dress shoes, black dress pants, a white shirt and black blazer, silver necklaces, and soft doe eyes that could melt anyone’s heart. 

“Jungkook…”

His eyes light up, a tinge of rouge dancing across his cheeks as he slips his hands into his pockets. “So you do remember me.”

How could I ever forget? “Well yeah… we were in the same year together.”

He scrunches his nose, amused at your usage of his past words. “That’s it? We were sparring partners, we went on missions together, and I’m pretty sure you saved my life by turning me into a hybrid,” Your jaw falls to the ground while his lips curve into a playful grin. “Ring a bell?”

The logistics of your compulsion weren’t specific as to how much Jungkook would remember. Then again, you didn’t erase his memory of your existence, so it’s natural he would remember some basic things. 

“Wow, you have a good memory. Um… yeah, I guess that covers the extent of our relationship.”

He quirks his eyebrow, sounding far too happy for your liking as he says, “We… have a relationship?”

You put your hands out in a stop motion and shake them in a panic. “No! Not at all. I–I meant that’s all we are to each other. Nothing more, nothing less. Just old classmates.”

“I see. What a shame though. I feel like we would have… should have gotten to know each other more back then.”

His voice has a trace of longing, but you dismiss it for friendly conversation. “Really? I was too focused on my studies anyway. You wouldn’t have liked me.”

He nods. “Considering how you stomped out my cigarette? Yeah, probably not.”

You scoff, a playful glint in your eyes. “Excuse me for looking out for you.”

“Never asked you to, but I’ll admit, I enjoy the attention.” You both laugh and then he extends his hand out to you. “Come on. Let’s go take the group picture together.”

“Oh, it’s okay. I’m not fond of pictures. Yoongi and Hobi don’t even know I’m here, so it’s not like they’ll notice.”

“I’ll notice,” You stare at him, watching his smile fade and how serious his demeanor becomes. “Your absence is significant, especially to those who care about you. They’ll remember it for the rest of their lives.”

You are about to speak when he adds, “Besides, the formation is off and we need one more person to fill in the gap.”

With a roll of your eyes, you swat his hand away and stand. “Alright, I get it. Let’s go.”

He smiles, puts his hands back in his pockets, and leads the way back. You follow him to the garden where guests are lined up in neat, staggered rows. Most of them have their arms crossed, some tapping their feet anxiously, while the rest have their hands on their hips. Even the main couple in the front row are mouthing words you can’t hear, but the way Yoongi slaps a hand to his forehead makes you aware of his distress.

“Oh!” Hoseok shouts with a jump, pointing his finger in your direction. “They’re here!”

Everyone expresses their relief with a “thank goodness” or “about time” as you and Jungkook make your way over. 

“You found her!” Namjoon says, holding up his hand for a high-five. Jungkook walks by too fast to notice, so you high-five him to ease his embarrassment.

“Wow, is that [Y/N]? You look incredible.” The man next to Namjoon gives you two thumbs up and you smile at the compliment. 

“Jin…” You can’t help but hug him tight and he reciprocates. Kim Seokjin aka Jin was the head witch on campus and counselor. You’ve confided in him for years and seeing him again almost brings tears to your eyes.

“Alright, alright. That’s enough.” Yoongi pats Jin’s back, a signal to release his hold on you. You laugh and then embrace him next, earning an obnoxious groan, but the fond smile on his face shows his true emotions. “I’m so glad you’re here. Thank you for coming.”

“Of course. Thank you for inviting me.”

You stop hugging him to see Hoseok with his arms out already, his heart-shaped grin wide.

“Come here~,” You let out an “oof” sound from how tight he squeezes you. “We had no idea you were here! Jungkook convinced the cameraman to wait until he found you.”

You let him go and look over to Jungkook, who clears his throat as he looks off to the side. The apples of his cheeks are rosy, which you find endearing. 

“Here, stand in the front row next to me,” Hoseok says, gesturing to the spot between him and Jungkook. Jungkook takes a large step to the right, allowing enough space for you to squeeze in.

“Alright, now that we finally have everyone here…” the cameraman says out loud, throwing a harsh glare in your direction. You give him a sheepish grin in return. “Everyone needs to scoot over to my left please.”

The crowd obeys, but the cameraman’s displeased frown remains. “Now everyone needs to squeeze closer together.”

There’s some shuffling and you bump into Hoseok after Jungkook’s shoulder bumps into yours. 

“Sorry,” he whispers. You tell him it’s okay.

The cameraman crosses his arms. “Come on, you guys. Act like you like each other! Closer!”

Everyone scooches in again, but Jungkook’s hand brushes against yours. The touch is electrifying, and you forget how to breathe. You can’t process your emotions as the cameraman orders the guests on your side to turn their bodies inwards at an angle. Jungkook exhales and his hot breath fans the nape of your neck. You feel your palms start to sweat. 

“Three, two, one, smile!” You put on your most picture-perfect smile, the flash nearly blinding you. “One more! This time do a silly pose!”

You observe what others choose for their pose. Bunny ears are common, heart poses are also popular whether using arms or hands. Some stick their tongues out while others fake a dramatic gasp. You shift in your position when your heels betray you and you stumble backward.

As if on cue, a pair of arms catch you and you’re dipped like you’re in a dance class with Jungkook’s face peering down at you. His sweet cologne wafts into your nostrils, a nice blend of amber and rose. These moments only happen in movies — or so you think — yet he’s a fantasy that somehow becomes your reality. 

The camera shutters and captures your deer-in-the-headlights expression and Jungkook’s, who mirrors after you. It makes the cameraman let out a hearty laugh, and he’s not sure who the real married couple is.

“Are you okay?”

You nod and he helps you regain stability. Your hand touches your face, feeling the heat radiating off your cheek. The cameraman dismisses everyone and your friends jump at the opportunity to hound you with questions. 

Hoseok’s eager to go first. “Whatcha been up to, [Y/N]? It’s been so long since we’ve all been together.”

“Just traveling, not much,” you reply, forcing the muscles in your mouth to cooperate into a believable smile. 

“Hey, that’s her business. Don’t be nosy,” Namjoon interjects. Yoongi and Jin give each other a knowing look.

“You’re just saying that because she communicates with you the most,” Jin teases. 

“I mean, I was her mentor… can’t help it if I’m her favorite.” He pats his puffed-out chest twice, proud as he winks at you. You giggle and Yoongi joins in the conversation.

“Okay, if anyone’s her favorite, it’s actually me. But anyway,” he tilts his head towards the bar, “help yourself to a drink.”

“Ooh, I will. Do you have any recommendations?” you ask. 

“Do you want something strong? Fruity?”

“Get her what Jungkook got,” Namjoon says. Jungkook stands off to the side, his jaw clenches at his name being mentioned. “You like peach-flavored things, right?”

“Yeah. How’d you know?”

“Because he told me…” He notices the group shooting glares at him like daggers. It reminds you of when an idol spoils their next comeback by accident. “... Told me it was delicious and that anyone would like it. It goes down smoothly. Very yummy. Hah. Hahaha! Is that a saxophone?”

He leaves the group in a hurry with Jin chasing after him yelling, “No! Leave the sax alone! I’m not paying for damages!”

Awkward glances are exchanged between Hoseok and Yoongi, a silent two-player game of telepathy you weren’t a part of. You can’t compel Hoseok, but Yoongi’s human. One look and you’d know what he was thinking, but that’d be highly inappropriate to do that to the groom at his wedding. 

“I’ll order my own,” you tell the couple and they wave goodbye. Jungkook’s already retreated to his friends, much to your relief. 

Once you’re at the outdoor bar, your mood lifts upon seeing the bartender. She puts down the glass she was drying and rests her hands on the countertop.

“Well if it isn’t the original hybrid queen herself.”

The bartender is young, her oval face and sharp jawline giving her a cute, handsome aura. Her hair is short, about shoulder-length, and straight. Her eyes are large, emphasized by her dramatic makeup to draw you in until you’re lost in them. 

“Hi, Ryujin. Wow, I haven’t seen you in forever.” She had a white shirt underneath her black vest; you think it suits her tom-boyish charms well.

“Since vampire ability class, I know. What can I get you, beautiful?”

The smirk she sends you has your nerves sparking, and the palms of your hands sweaty. It was different when a girl complimented you. It felt more believable, flattering even. 

You shrug in response to maintain a calm demeanor. “Hmm… I don’t know. Maybe something fruity? Citrusy?”

She nods, grabbing a shaker and a bottle of liquor under the counter straight away. You watch as she juggles the two items in the air, covering your mouth at the thought of gravity ruining her trick. However, she caught them both with ease, moving at such a fast speed as she concocted your beverage. It’s an elegant performance, her movements fluid like it’s an art. She finishes by topping off your glass with an orange slice.

“Here you go,” She slides the glittery pink drink over, and you take a sip, allowing the fruity taste to coat your tongue. “Matches your dress.”

You smile at the thoughtful gesture. “It’s good. Tastes like peaches and grapefruit. What’s it called?”

“It’s something I came up with. I wouldn’t mind sharing the recipe with you after the event’s over.”

You don’t miss the flirty tone in her words and can only laugh. She was so refreshing and has always stuck up for you in the past when others called you stuck-up for being a hybrid. Who knew she would end up flirting with you at a wedding years later?

“So? What do you say?” she asks, her eyes brimming with hope. You take another drink and finish the whole thing despite your shaky hands. She gives you a fond smile. “If I’m being too forward, tell me.”

“No, I’m just nervous,” you blurt out, setting the glass down. “You’re really pretty.”

“Is that so?”

You’re about to respond when you feel your temperature rise. You clasp a hand to your forehead, which goes from warm to scalding in seconds. Sweat beads form around your temples as your breathing becomes harsher. You rest your elbow on the counter to keep yourself balanced, but your legs are burning too. It was like someone lit a torch from beneath you, cooking your flesh inside out. 

“Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Ryujin asks. You shake your head and your vision blurs, the lights behind her looking like a bokeh image. She hands a bottle of water to you, and you gulp it down, yet the fever persists and you feel worse. 

Ryujin sees your eyes widen in alarm as you peer down at your dress. She inspects it too, but doesn’t see anything abnormal. You rub your thighs together. 

“Fuck… I think I’m in heat,” you tell her. Your hand rummages through your purse and then you curse again, frustrated. “I’m out of suppressants!”

Ryujin snaps her fingers when a lightbulb goes off in her head. “Ask Lia.”

“Good idea.”

You blink to wet your eyes, regaining clarity of your surroundings before heading to Lia on the dance floor. She was all smiles with a guy until you bumped into her, your darn heels being the bane of your existence.

“Hey!”

“Sorry,” you quickly say, “I need your help.”

She takes one look, excuses herself, and brings you to a quieter space. Her hand reaches into her clutch and pulls out a lace handkerchief, dabbing the sweat off your forehead. Her touch is gentle and she asks quietly, “Are you in heat?”

Lia and Ryujin were best friends. Your sole encounters with her were because of Ryujin by extension, but even back then, you knew she was sweet. Wolves often looked down upon her because of her doll-like, docile appearance. However, she had enough balls to find friends in other cliques and was, what people say, a girl’s girl. 

“Yes, I feel like I’m dying. Ryujin told me to ask if you have suppressants.”

“I don’t. Do you not track your cycle?”

“I’m a hybrid! It’s random for me!” 

She grimaces, the pity in her eyes inevitable. “I’m sorry, I forgot. But you need to get out of here. Do you know how many horny young wolves are here with zero self-restraint?”

You shift your weight and a pool of discharge releases in your panties, the sticky sensation making you cringe. Lia brings out a travel-sized perfume spray and spritzes your entire body. A wheeze is forced out of you from the potent floral scent, but at least it will cover your pheromones long enough for a distraction.

“Hey everyone! The fireworks are starting soon, let’s go to the front of the school and watch!” Hoseok has his hands cupped around his mouth to carry his voice through the venue, catching the attention of all guests. Lia holds both your hands, looking you dead in the eye with a straight face.

“There. Use this time to find suppressants or get out of here. The perfume won’t last very long.”

“Thanks, Lia, I will.” 

While the crowd heads towards the front, you rush back to the restroom building. You’re a panting mess once inside, but you go into a stall, shut it, and pull down your undergarment. The fabric is soaked in slick and has a hefty weight—you have no choice but to discard it.

Grabbing toilet paper, you clean yourself up as best as you can. Then you step out, wash your hands, and exit the building.

“Hey there.” You almost topple backward from the sudden intrusion. Three guys are in front of you, all wearing the same, smug grin. They’re young, probably younger than you, but one thing’s for sure—they’re werewolves. 

There’s a particular scent that emits from wolves. It’s earthy, like a pine tree, and you’d usually find it comforting but now? Fear crawls up your spine like a spider has latched onto you, its legs creeping up your back in a spot you can’t smack away.

The one in the middle had greeted you first. He has a youthful face, and sculpted cheekbones, which are easy on the eyes. Speaking of, that was his most striking feature. They are almost cat-like (ironically) with how wide and long they are. 

“Are you lost? Everyone’s watching the fireworks,” he says, his thumb hiked over his shoulder. You don’t respond. “Ah, I’m Yeonjun. This is Beomgyu and that’s Soobin.”

Soobin is the tallest. He shows off his dimple smile upon being introduced, which seems pure, but the way his irises shifted to goldenrod says otherwise. Beomgyu, on the other hand, had the most innocent baby face you’ve ever seen. However, you don’t miss the way he licks his lips while giving you a once-over.

“I’m [Y/N]...” You don’t know why you give them your name, but it slips out. Maybe you hoped playing along would lead them to spare you. 

“Oh!” Soobin says, his index finger pointing up at the discovery. “You’re the original hybrid the professors rave about!”

“Half-vampire, half-werewolf, right?” Beomgyu asks. Your double moon necklace glows as you form your fingers into a claw shape behind your back. A small flame ignites and you hold it there, waiting for the right opportunity. 

“Yeah. I guess,” you say. “Why don’t you boys go watch the fireworks? I’ll catch up.”

“Nonsense! As gentlemen, we should escort you. Unless… you’d rather do something else. Here. Now.” Yeonjun raises an eyebrow, but you scowl in response. 

“No thanks.”

Soobin takes a step forward. “Is there anything else we can help you with?”

Beomgyu takes two. “I’m sure the three of us can be of use to you.”

It’s not until Yeonjun approaches you that you cower, stepping backward until you’re stopped by the water fountains. “No need to be shy. No one’s around.”

Your blood is boiling, though you’re not sure if it’s from your heat or rage. What’s worse is you’re not mad at them; you’re mad at yourself. Their words spurred you on as arousal drips down your thighs, a sign of your body’s betrayal. You fear if this escalates, they’ll figure out you’re not wearing anything underneath. 

“Get. Back.” You reveal the burning flame in your palm, the heat emanating off of it close enough to Yeonjun’s face. He jumps back and places a hand on his chest.

“Whoa! She’s feisty. Or should I say… fiery.”

“Maybe we should head back. She can do magic. I thought hybrids don’t know magic,” Soobin whispers. Yeonjun laughs at the ridiculous suggestion, shoving his friend for his cowardice as Beomgyu inspects him for injuries. 

“Doesn’t matter. Look at her state now.” He points in your direction, seeing how you’re barely able to stand. Your breaths are quick, shallow and your heart is thumping around like it’s going to burst out of your rib cage. The fire in your hand diminishes to a mere flicker, and then it’s out. You try to bring it back with the flick of a wrist, but all that emits are tiny sparks. Shit. I haven’t been practicing long enough.

Your womanhood is craving something, anything to alleviate the agony. It’s screaming for release, and you hold your abdomen as a sudden cramp pains you horribly. Human females experience this type of thing monthly and you have to hand it to them. This type of pain requires endurance and fucking sucks. 

You fall onto all fours, clutching your heart which is seconds away from bursting. It’s beating so loud, you can’t even hear the vulgar things the youngins are saying as they rush over. Soobin grabs your right arm; Yeonjun has the other.

You thrash in their clutches, but they only mock you with their boisterous laughter as they force you to your feet.

“Hey, hey! We’re just trying to help,” Soobin says. 

“Unless you’d rather be on all fours,” Yeonjun teases. Beomgyu bends down to your eye level, a crooked smile on his dainty face, the true embodiment of a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

 “You’re pure temptation, you know that?” He leans close, his lips grazing the shell of your ear as he whispers, “Give up. Don’t put up a fight.”

“I don’t consent,” you say, a harsh bite in your words.

Soobin squeezes your arm, almost crushing it in his large hands. “Why? Is it because we’re young?”

“It’s clear you’re horny… we are too. Come on,” Beomgyu pleads. “We’ll take good care of you. Teach us what you like.”

“Yeah. And we’ll do the same.” Yeonjun holds your hand, inspecting it closely. “So soft. I bet your hand would feel so good around my—“

“Get your hands off her before I bite them off.”

Dizziness overwhelms you, so all you see is a blurry figure behind Beomgyu, and you shake your head to come to your senses. Once the man’s face comes into focus, relief washes over you, sending signals for your brain to let down your guard. The energy you so desperately clung to has depleted, so you close your eyes as your limbs turn into jelly.

Five seconds pass and the boys’ hold on you is gone. Someone else catches you before you faint, his scent familiar and comforting. 

“I got you,” he says as he lets you lean against his body. 

“Jungkook…”

“Can you stand?” You don’t know but nod anyway. “Good. Get behind me. You don’t want to see this.”

His broad back shields you from the three wolves, so you don’t even see the damage he inflicted upon them. Yeonjun was thrown into a tree a hundred feet away, the impact so potent that it split in half. Soobin and Beomgyu were fortunate not to collide into anything after being catapulted… except for each other. 

Soobin lands on top of Beomgyu and the smaller boy groans, pushing him off in a huff. He stands first and helps Soobin after. 

“Hey, we didn’t do anything wrong!” Yeonjun shouts as he scrambles to his feet, flaring his nostrils. “You and I both know she’s a bitch in heat!” 

You cling onto Jungkook’s blazer, and he looks over his shoulder.

“Is he right?” You don’t know if he asks to be polite because even you can smell your essence leaking. You hide your face in his back, flustered, but he feels you nod.

He redirects his attention back to the wolves. “That doesn’t give you the right to touch her. I suggest you leave before I make it physically impossible.”

Soobin scoffs while Beomgyu rolls his eyes. Yeonjun’s fuse was already lit and Jungkook’s sure there’s smoke coming out of his ears. You hear him crack his knuckles, the silence that follows deafening as you hold your breath in anticipation.  

“It’s three against two. Well, three against one, really,” Soobin says, laughing like he’s already won. 

“All I see is three smooth-brained pups who are pissing me off.” Jungkook’s eyes shift to a fiery goldenrod, the corner of his lips twitching as he smirks. “You’re aware that [Y/N] isn’t the only hybrid… right?”

You don’t see it, but their faces pale in comparison to earlier. Beomgyu covers his mouth, Soobin’s eyes widen, and Yeonjun growls. 

“There were rumors about more than one hybrid existing, but I didn’t think they were true,” Beomgyu says in a hushed tone. 

“She turned him? Fuck, they’re bonded then,” Soobin says. Yeonjun waves him off in a dismissive manner. 

“I don’t give a fuck. She’s not marked. We can take them.”

Jungkook has his fists up and changes into a fighter stance, but he feels you press your forehead against his back. It’s a searing sensation that scorches him even through the two layers of fabric he had on. He turns around and holds you by the shoulders.

“Hey, stay with me,” he begs. Your head is lolling back and forth as if you were inebriated. 

“It’s so hot… I’m too hot… I hate this, I hate this. Please… I need to cool down,” you beg. Jungkook takes a peek at the time on his watch, then bites his lower lip.

“Okay,” he whispers. “When I count to three, I need you to hold your breath. Can you do that for me?”

You mumble something Jungkook believes is a “yes” based on the beginning /y/ sound. 

“Three… two…”— he looks up —“one!”

A firework shoots up into the night sky, painting it with an explosive rainbow of sparkles. You cover your sensitive ears, but make sure to hold your breath as Jungkook uses his enhanced speed to whisk you away. More fireworks go off, muffling your tracks and making the youngins work harder to find you. 

However, Jungkook’s skills are unmatched. He sprints to the side of the school where the mountains are, and they follow suit. At the last second, he pivots and heads to the secluded area on the opposite side, where the lake is. 

The last memory you had here was something you blocked out to spare your mental health. You had almost died. But now this place was going to save you, funny enough. If you think about it, the lake had more happy memories than bad. This was where Namjoon trained you before you trained Jungkook.

You can picture it now as if it was yesterday. He, a newly turned werewolf, scared of what’s to come in his new life, and you, the school prodigy who had a crush on him.

Jungkook jumps off the dock with you in his arms, the splash overshadowed by the firework’s detonation. The cool water refreshes your sweltering body as you close your eyes, submitting to it. For a moment you don’t care about anything. Not how your makeup is smeared, how your curls are undone, or how your dress is ruined.

You feel strong arms hold you close, and an overwhelming sense of longing hits you in the gut. God, you missed him so much. Even without his memories, he still cares for you. Hell, he went out of his way to protect you.

Just when your lungs are on the verge of giving out, you’re pulled up to the surface. Your eyes flutter open as you rub the water off your face. Jungkook coughs, then cups your face with both hands.

“Are you okay?”

You take in his appearance for what feels like an eternity. His brown eyes twinkle from the moonlight, so beautiful and full of worry. You find it amusing how his hair is stuck to his forehead, the strands partially obstructing his view. Your hand pushes it out of the way without thinking like muscle memory, causing his breath to hitch.

“Thanks to you.”

Fireworks are still going off in the distance, illuminating you two in the crystal-clear water. Jungkook slowly removes his hands from you.

“Good. I um… don’t hear them anymore. They must’ve left. And the water should keep your scent hidden for now.”

“That’s a relief.” Jungkook places the back of his hand against your forehead but retracts it quickly as if he touched a hot stove. 

“Ow, oh my god. You’re still burning up!”

How naive were you to think it’d be over? You’ve experienced this once before, but that was with your first ex, who was at your beck and call for sex whenever you needed it. You couldn’t ask that of Jungkook. Not after everything that’s happened.

“I’ll figure something out. You’ve done a lot for me already and your clothes are wet.”

“I don’t give a damn about my clothes. Tell me how I can help you.”

*BOOM*

A red heart-shaped firework went off as you two stared at each other. Your gaze flickers from his eyes to his luscious lips and he doesn’t miss it. Maybe you don’t want him to.

“Why do you want to help me? We… We’re not that close.”

“Well… the thing is… I-I just…” He is so freakin’ cute. You might die from how endearing he is before your heat destroys you first. “Because.”

“Because?”

*BOOM*

“Because it’s finally just you and me.”

His answer is simple. There shouldn’t be any underlying connotations and yet, it reminds you of a past conversation. 

“We’re in this together. You and me. Okay?”

“Is it really you and me…”

“What do you mean?”

“Will it ever be? Just you and me?” 

“Now tell me what you need. Use me.”

Your pussy is throbbing so much that it’s agonizing. You just need a quick release, then you’ll be sane enough to go home without collapsing. 

“This feels…” So right, you think. “Wrong.”

His hands sneak around your waist. “Then let’s misbehave.”

He hoists you up onto the edge of the dock without warning as if you weigh nothing, and a grunt leaves his lips. It’s far too sexy to ignore, and your mind craves to hear it again. Then he places his hands on either side of your thighs and pulls himself up halfway out of the water, his face now directly in front of yours. 

“Tell me what you need. How can I please you?”

Fuck. You bite your lower lip when you realize the dock isn’t that tall—he’s at the perfect height to carry out the desires you’ve been suppressing. “I need to come…”

A water droplet falls off his button nose when he chuckles. “How do you want to come?”

You stare at his lips, which are thin yet plump at the same time, his lower lip being the bigger half. You think back to earlier when he sucked your palm. 

 “I want you to eat me out…”

He moves fast, almost like he knew what you’d say. His grip on the dock loosens, and he plops back into the lake but grabs your ankles, pulling you forward until your bottom is perched on the very edge. He spreads your thighs and rests his head between them, looking up at you like you were worth the entire universe. 

“Why don’t you lift your dress for me, gorgeous?”

You’re unsure what’s louder — the fireworks or your heart rate. If he keeps speaking to you in that low dialect, you may come right now. Your fingers bunch up the fabric at the hem and you slowly pull it up, exposing your pussy to his feasting eyes. 

“Fuck, what a beautiful pussy.”

You take two fingers and glide it up your folds, coating it in your slick. Jungkook watches, unsure of what you are going to do next. You lean forward, cupping his face with your other hand with a naughty glint in your eyes.

“Open.” He obliges, and you stick your coated fingers in his mouth. A muffled groan comes out as he sucks your fingers, his tongue swirling around so nothing goes to waste. “Good boy.”

You remove your fingers and he’s practically drooling, his eyes a bit crazed from your addictive taste.

“Please let me pleasure you, please.”

You don’t answer and run a hand through his damp hair, stopping at the back to grip it tight as you guide his head closer to where you need him most. He peers up at you adoringly when you hold him an inch away.

“Please me then.”

He doesn’t hesitate. His tongue licks a stripe on your sopping cunt, earning a shudder from you. Your thighs squeeze his head like a reflex, which only spurs him on to press his mouth harder against you. He begins to lap up your juices like a dog and you throw your head back, moaning at how insanely good it felt. 

You tangle your fingers in his hair and pull him closer if possible, the tight hold giving him a tinge of pain that ignites his carnal desires. He slurps your pussy like it was his last meal on death row, slithering his arms underneath your knees and holding your thighs hostage. You don’t know which noise was most obscene—your moaning or Jungkook’s.

Sneaking your free hand down, you use your forefinger and middle finger to spread your pussy lips wider. Jungkook’s excited and sinks his tongue as deep as it would go. You’re impatient now, riding his face as he tongue-fucks you. 

“Fuck, you’re so good to me, yes—oh god…” You don’t have it in you to say anything more coherent except for broken moans. Jungkook pauses for a second, and you whine at the loss of contact. Then you’re being stretched out as his two fingers submerge into you, nearly knocking the breath out of you. 

You lean back on your forearms as he begins to piston them into you, your wetness making it easy—too easy even. They slip out when he speeds up, and he makes up for it by eating you out and sinking his fingers back in simultaneously. 

You’re shaking, unable to hold yourself up any longer. Your back rests on the wooden planks as Jungkook flicks your clit with his tongue, his fingers drilling into you at a brutal speed and brushing your sweet spot. 

You see the last of the fireworks show go off, a beautiful explosion of silver sparkles and stars, as your orgasm finally comes. You arch your back and scream, but Jungkook doesn’t slow down. He can feel how tight your walls are constricting around his fingers and knows you need a few more seconds of bliss to be fully satisfied. 

Overstimulation was always a gamble. If pushed too far, you’d be in pain. But most of the time you welcome it. One second you want the pleasure to stop building, but then you crave that ache of clenching so hard until your body gives out. 

Jungkook stops again. This time he pulls himself out of the water completely and hovers over your body. His fingers plunge into you again, his speed relentless, and you swear you’re seeing stars (or maybe that’s the fireworks who knows). Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you say his name like a mantra.

“Come for me, beautiful. I want you dripping in my hand again.”

Your eyes are wide when warm lips are pressed against your own. But you submit and savor it, having missed his touch. Combining that with the way he curls his fingers inside makes you squirt. Hard. 

Your entire body convulses and you can’t even scream because Jungkook is determined to swallow them. The limitation only makes you come harder than before. Then again, you’re not sure if this is a second orgasm or a drawn-out first one. 

The involuntary gushing is an indescribable sudden wave of pleasure. You feel so relieved from the release, pushed to tears at how good it felt. Jungkook pulls away a centimeter to let you breathe, and you submit to the foreign feeling.

Oh my god, he made me squirt. I didn’t even know that was possible. 

He pulls his soaked fingers out and resumes kissing you, moving his lips in rhythm to yours. It’s so natural, almost like he’s done this before. Well, he has, but it felt so right. So loving. So… intimate. 

You place a hand on his chest and give him a gentle push. He pulls back a little, a melancholy look passing his face. 

“Will you stay?”

You can’t. He’s not supposed to be tangled up with you again. You erased his love for you for a reason; it wasn’t the right time. Any decisions made till now were because of your heat and your brain was finally back in command. 

“I can’t.”

He caresses your cheek. “Why not?”

Because I’m not ready to love you the way you deserve. Because I love you so much that I’m afraid things will fall apart again. 

“Because we don’t know each other,” You push him off you and stand, trying not to slip. Jungkook’s hands were already in position to catch you if you did. “Not really.”

As you walk away, he says something so chilling that it crystalizes your blood into ice. “You’re running away again.” 

You refuse to turn around. “It’s my choice.”

“What about my choice and what I want? Do you not care?” He stands up and tightens his fists. “Are you leaving for good this time?”

This… time? He doesn’t remember. He can’t remember.

“Goodbye, Jungkook.”

He watches as your figure grows smaller in the distance. His head hangs low and he fights back tears. You’ve made it clear what you want. He had to let you go.

A/N: I am currently writing part 2, don't worry! It's a long one, lol. This was also my first time writing in present tense. Loved it. I hope you enjoyed it too. Thank you for giving my writing a chance. 🥰

[kiatnirans]

*UPDATED VERSION*

So far 6 European fanmeets have been announced with 10 ships:

Jimmysea in France (Paris) on May 24, 2025

JimmySea in Germany (Berlin) on May 28, 2025

YinWar in Italy (Milano) on June 1, 2025

ThomasKong, AuauSave & TeeteePor in France (Paris) on November 01, 2025

Tickets for the Magic Fanparty will be available on Friday, 13th of June 2025 on billetweb.fr.

A side note: Please pay attention that when purchasing the ticket you cannot choose the seat in the system. The seat will be allocated manually according to the rules of first come first serve.

The Venue is the Forum des images, Rue du cinéma, Paris, France.

More information to find at magiccubeth

WilliamEst & AouBoom in Italy (Rome) on December 13, 2025

*UPDATED*

Tickets will be available on Saturday, 26th of April on fanmeet.justinbello official website. They have different pass packages with the prices listed for both ships. All of this happens at the Hilton Hotel at the Airport. More to see on gmmtv and fanmeet.justinbello

(and there will be a secret third couple - NOT CONFIRMED)

BossNoeul, PoohPavel & BoatOat in Italy (Rome) on December 14, 2025

The three couples will join WilliamEst and AouBoom for the JIB DREAM FANMEET in Rome. The different pass packages for BossNoeul and PoohPavel are listed here. The tickets for BoatOat are not available yet since they got announced today. The event will take place at the Hilton Hotel. More information to find at jusinbello official website or at their Instagram

[ryttu3k]

You've posted about Aus politics stuff. Maybe you can explain this one. Where I live, I have 5 candidates for the house of representatives. So I number the ballot from 1-5, so my first preference gets 5 points and my lowest preference gets 1 point. My friend lives in an area with 7 candidates, so this means their first preference gets 7 points? Is there an advantage to running in an area with more candidates or less candidates?

Hey there! Preferences work on allocation, not by number of points, which come into play if no candidate gets an absolute majority of votes (50% + 1 of all votes, so if an electorate has 10,000 voters, they'd need 5,001 votes to be elected). The order you list is the order your vote gets allocated.

Let's say, for the sake of simplifying the numbers, an electorate has 50 voters, and four candidates - Labor, Liberal, Greens, and an independent. (Disclaimer for non-Australians: 'Liberal', here, refers to our right-wing party. I know. Labor is centre-left...ish, Greens are left.) To get an absolute majority, they'd need 50% + 1, or 26 votes. The primary votes (the number 1s on everyone's ballot form) are counted, and it ends up looking like this:

Liberals: 19

ALP: 18

Greens: 7

Ind: 6

The Liberals have more votes than the ALP, but still not enough for an absolute majority. Our independent has the lowest amount of votes, so the six papers that mark them as their primary candidate now go to whoever was marked as 2nd on the paper. (If someone voted for the independent 1st, Labor 2nd, their vote would then go towards Labor.) After their six votes are distributed, the results now look like this:

ALP: 21

Liberals: 21

Greens: 8

The Greens have picked up one vote, the Libs picked up two, Labor picked up three. But there's still no absolute majority, so now the Greens candidate has their votes dissolved. Most Greens voters tend to put the ALP as their major party, but we can say that there's one outlier who went with the Libs second. Their eight votes are distributed:

ALP: 28

Liberals: 22

The ALP now has a majority of 26 votes or more, and are voted in for that electorate!

The more candidates there are, the more stages there are in the process. Some of the minor parties and independents pick up minuscule amounts of votes, but they're still all counted and distributed until there's a winner. It doesn't necessarily mean it takes longer - if there are 200,000 voters in an electorate who vote for four candidates, those votes are still counted with the same consideration given to 200,000 voters in an electorate who vote for twelve candidates - but there are potentially more stages of redistributing and eliminating (unless, of course, a candidate wins on primaries - that 50% + 1 figure - in that seat, in which case the redistributing never happens).

Preferential voting is great, it means a given elected member will generally reflect a majority of the population of that electorate, even if an individual candidate doesn't get a majority. Just to use a broad generalisation, if 60% of an electorate leans left and 40% leans right, and their votes are, say, 30% Labor, 20% Greens, 10% a left-leaning independent, and 40% Lib, and Labor gets in based on the Green and independent preferences, it's a better compromise than the Lib candidate, since the Green and left-leaning independent voters will most likely align with Labor values than Lib values, and would have preferenced Labor over the Libs. The Libs might have got a higher primary vote, but the preferences mean that the left-leaning majority gets an elected member that's closer to their values.

It also means that you can vote for a minor party, like the Greens, without 'wasting' your vote. Voting for a third party is not wasting your vote like it is in America, which uses a different system. If you want to vote for the Greens, but are in an electorate where they're not likely to get in, you can put your second vote towards whoever you want, and once the Greens candidate is eliminated, your entire vote goes towards your second choice.

I hope this helped, and if you have any further questions, please feel free to ask! Just over a week to go until Election Day!

[grandprixgetaways]

Top 8 Insider FAQs for 2025 MotoGP Assen—Stress-Free Travel with Grand Prix Getaways

Heading to the fabled “Cathedral of Speed” in Assen for the 2025 MotoGP™ Netherlands round? Whether you’re a first-timer or a seasoned paddock pro, knowing the little details can turn a great weekend into an unforgettable one. Below, we answer some of the most common questions fans ask — so you can focus on the thrill of the race, not the logistics.

1. How Are Grandstand Tickets Allocated?

Grandstand seating at TT Circuit Assen is numbered and zone-based. When you book, you’ll choose a specific stand (e.g., Haarbocht, Strubben, or Ossebroeken) and a numbered row. Lower rows (closer to track level) sell out fastest, so book early if you want front-row views of the chicanes and braking zones.

2. Where Can I Find Camping Sites or Hotels?

Assen and the surrounding Drenthe region offer a range of options:

Campo Assen MotoGP Village: On-site festival camping with live entertainment.

Roompot Recreation Drenthe: A family-friendly holiday park just a 10-minute drive away.

Hotel de Bonte Wever: Modern rooms in Assen city center, with shuttle transfers to the circuit.  Book through official channels well in advance — places fill up during Grand Prix weekend!

3. What Am I Allowed to Bring with Me onto the Circuit Site?

Allowed items include:

One bottle of non-alcoholic drink (up to 500 ml)

A small snack (sandwich, fruit)

A foldable camping chair in grassy “Prato” areas  Prohibited items include glass containers, alcohol, large coolers, and tents. Check the official “What to Bring” list on the MotoGP website before packing.

4. How Can I Meet MotoGP Riders in Person?

While standard tickets don’t include paddock access, you can:

Attend autograph sessions held on Saturday afternoon near the main grandstand.

Upgrade to a VIP package for guided paddock tours and exclusive rider meet-and-greets.

Join fan-zone events where select riders make guest appearances.

5. What Is the Best Time to Go to the Circuit?

Practice Days (Friday): Ideal for a relaxed stroll, low crowds, and chances to see teams prepare.

Qualifying (Saturday): Peak excitement as grids get set — arrive mid-morning to catch FP3, then stick around for Q1/Q2 and the Sprint.

Race Day (Sunday): Gates open at dawn; arrive by 8:00 am to secure your seat and avoid the biggest lines.

6. Is It Possible to Ride to the Track and Purchase Tickets There?

Yes — on-site ticket booths operate each morning from 7:00 am. However, popular grandstands often sell out in advance. If you’re riding in, consider a General Admission ticket and be flexible about where you sit.

7. Are There Free Water Stations Inside the Track?

Yes — refill stations are located near every major grandstand and in the Prato area. Bring a reusable bottle to stay hydrated without extra cost.

8. What Is the Closest Airport to Assen?

Groningen Airport Eelde (GRQ): 25 km north of Assen, with shuttle buses timed to MotoGP sessions.

Amsterdam Schiphol (AMS): 150 km south; high-speed train to Assen takes about 2 hours.

Ready to experience every twist and roar of the 2025 Dutch GP without the stress of planning? Grand Prix Getaways delivers VIP-style travel — from curated hotel stays near the paddock to exclusive shuttle services, paddock passes, and guided fan-zone tours. Let us handle the logistics so you can focus on the track action. Book your bespoke MotoGP package today, and ride the excitement with Grand Prix Getaways!

[cheezbites]

Hi Sweetest🌻

Could I get anything you're comfortable writing at the moment with Alejandro Vargas x f!reader?? It can be a HC/Drabble/Fic, (N)SFW are both too cool.

There's just such less content for him, I'll be happy with anything you're willing to share.

Headcanons of Dating Alejandro

✎: thank u for requesting bb!!💕💕 imma drop something with val soonnn

♡Summary: Headcanons of dating Alejandro Vargas.

Bf!Alejandro loves going on date nights with you at fancy restaurants. Everything is on him - don’t even think about bringing your wallet. You’re his princess so just let him take care of you! He’s always so loving and affectionate with you after the dates. It’s just you guys, your fancy wine glasses and some delicate music faintly humming in the background. The music slowly drifts you to sleep as you fell asleep in his arms.

Bf!Alejandro is a high maintenance guy - probably more high maintenance than you. How do you think this man stays so gorgeous all the time? You guys have a fun time bonding over this. You’d do your skincare with or for each other every other night. He knows all the right acids and chemicals to apply and all these these vitamins and whatnot. He’s a professional when it comes to staying gorgeous and maintaining healthy skin.

Bf!Alejandro gives you an unlimited amount of pet names in Spanish, like ‘amor’, ‘mi vida’ or ‘querida’, among many others. They never fail to give you the same butterflies in your stomach with the way they just easily roll off his tongue.

Bf!Alejandro is old-fashioned and modern all at the same time. He’d say, “Ladies first” to have manners and possibly to stare at your ass as you walk in front of him and so maybe he can playfully slap/grab it. He holds your purse for you to slip something inside for you to find later, like his ring or some silver jewellery. He finds himself smiling when he sees you wearing whatever he left inside your purse.

Bf!Alejandro is the magician of the relationship; say anything and he’d make it come true to see a smile on your face. If you were to talk about a country or someplace that’s on your bucket list he’d have a first class seat booked for you both in no time.

-

“You know you didn’t have to do this,” you said, reminding him for what feels like the millionth time. You sat on your lavish plane seat that was allocated next to Alejandro’s, you found yourself sinking into the seat’s soft fabric. You never wanted to part from it although you only just sat down.

“You know I had to,” he replied, knowingly grinning at you before opening his fruit container he previously got from a flight attendant and popping one in his mouth.

Bf!Alejandro wore the tacky bracelet you gave him like his life depended on it. You only made it when you were bored, so you had no idea it would be this big of a deal to him. You made it his favourite colour, and added some charms, not thinking much about it. You were expecting it to be gone in the next week - day, even. But a whole month or two later and it’s still superglued to his wrist. It was extremely contrary and out of place to the luxurious gold and silver bracelets adorned on his wrist - but he still never forgets to wear it everyday.

Bf!Alejandro cares for you - a lot. He would go great lengths to take care of you even though you couldn’t even be bothered to do these things for yourself.

On a random weekday, you felt extremely fatigued and down in the dumps, refusing to move a muscle. You didn’t wake up not even to eat - even getting a quick snack seemed too exhausting for you. You don’t know what it was, but Alejandro miraculously fixed it.

You groggily stumbled over to the sudden knock on your door, sleeplessly rubbing your eyes. Your your fuzzy robe and slippers were still on as you answered. You were met with the sight of Alejandro holding a bag of your favourite, expensive and delicious takeout and a genuine smile on his face.

“I know you said you weren’t hungry, but I bought it for you anyways.”

You couldn’t help but beam a smile and chuckle,

“Where would I be without you?”

Bf!Alejandro gives a good message. After having long, stressful work days you’d have your shower before he gets to work. He effortlessly eases all the tense, sore and tender spots; unknotting them m like they were some flimsy ribbon. His hands were so warm and skilled, and you were in heaven receiving the most relaxing massage yet.

Bf!Alejandro goes out of his way to buy every single thing you have on your oddly specific and intricate shopping list. If he were to send you a ‘I’m shopping, do you want anything?’ you’d triple or quadruple text him everything you want, where their aisle is and the brands that made them. He’d go on a superficial adventure around the grocery store to look for and buy them for you.

Bf!Alejandro gets you the cutest, vibrant and most beautiful bouquets. Upon receiving them, your mouth hangs agape and swiftly transitions into a smile - you excitedly squeak instinctively each and every time. The next bouquet you receive never fails to be more impressive than the last one. You take care of these botanicals like they’re your children. Gardening every now and then was therapeutic for you anyways. You subconsciously admire the petal’s intricate details each time you watered them. There’s usually no occasion when he gives you flowers, he just feels like showing you with gifts and love.

Bf!Alejandro never fails to stress how much he loves you; how he would kill and die for you. His pupils noticeably dilate whenever he makes eye contact, and an uncontainable smile forms across his face when something reminds him of you in the slightest.

Bf!Alejandro’s face would be stained and speckled with distinguishable lip prints whenever you wore his favourite shade of your lipstick. He’s drawn to the feeling of your lips softly planting on his cheek; you never stop at just one kiss. It’s like you have to cover his entire face like a blank canvas that’s longing to be worked on with your lips as you tease him amidst kisses.

Bf!Alejandro says sweet nothings to you in Spanish that always seamlessly make your heart flutter.

You don’t understand a word he’s saying, well - maybe a word or two, but what you certainly do understand is his tone - that low, raspy voice with that teasing grin playing at his lips. There’s no way in hell he doesn’t know how it makes you feel-

Bf!Alejandro loves you - but he can be a bit passive aggressively in expression his love passive at times. It’s just what he’s used to, and you’ve grown used to it, too. You can’t deny that you adore his assertiveness in everything and anything he does even when it comes to loving you.

*+.Masterlist.+*

Ghost Version

König Version

Gaz Version

Price Version

Soap Version

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[carmyn-rambles]

C was in a horrible mood.

One of their sinks had been leaking for weeks, apparently. The water had been dripping onto the wood before, causing water damage, and apparently mold. They'd only found out this morning, and had to try and find out some sort of solution that wasn't calling a plumber. They didn't have the money for that.

They'd ended up scraping the mold off and throwing it away (quite possibly one of the worst experiences they had) and placing a cup to keep the dripping water from damaging anything further. The leak itself wasn't something they could fix at that time, so they left it alone.

Now, they were finally at their computer. They were seated in front of the monitor, signing as they pulled up their most recent project. The simulation had been running on the VM overnight, but it hadn't been completed that morning. Far too slow.

They'd left it alone while they handled the mold issue. T Now, the simulation had finished, but looking at the length of time it took to complete… They considered trying to make it faster.

The obvious solution would be allocating more storage to the VM, but they didn't have much more on their computer. It was taken up by all their other things, but they decided that they could start pruning.

C set aside all the completed programs and projects but default. They needed those. They looked at the list of remaining folders, the first of which was labeled 'backup_phone2008.'

They considered throwing it directly into the recycling. They didn't remember anything important that would be in that folder.

But, thinking about it, they only tended to backup important things.

They double clicked, opening the folder. At the top were a few files saved in formats their computer wasn't even prepared to open, so they just threw those into the recycling. They didn't have any interest in trying to figure out what they were.

Then, there were a few audio files. They had been automatically named after when they were saved, ranging from 2006 to 2008. Cyphen hesitated for a moment before clicking.

"Hey, J. How are you?"

They froze in their seat.

"No, I didn't expect you to answer, just thought I'd ask anyway."

C had no idea how they'd forgotten about these.

"You need to pick up your phone more often, I can't keep leaving voicemail on here."

That was the end of that message, but Cyphen still didn't move for what felt like an hour.

They selected the file, uncertain if they wanted to delete it.

It was just a worthless recording of his voice. They'd never wanted to remember him. They left him. They left him and ensured he couldn't follow them. They didn't want to remember him. He wasn't important. Not anymore.

They scrolled down, and listened to the next one.

"Hey, J. I know you're on your period, so I grabbed some of that chocolate you like. I'll be leaving it on your desk for you."

They remembered that.

C hated their period. Hated that suffering that was the women's privilege. They'd hidden all their menstrual products, so they never knew how he kept finding out when it was taking place. Had he hacked their phone? Looked too closely in the bathroom's garage bin?

They were never sure if they liked that he found out on his own, or if they hated it.

Cyphen clicked on the next one.

"Hey, J. I know you're busy, but do you think you could, uh, lock the back door? And do a cleanse on the computers, you know. Uhhh. Yeah."

They remembered that, too. Panicking over what might've gone wrong, getting out of bed in a rush, locking the doors, the windows, wiping the computers, hell, even the logs of anything they could think of.

And when he'd returned, he told C that it hadn't actually been a big deal. He just wanted them to get up and do stuff after being useless in bed.

Cyphen hadn't been able to argue why that hurt them so much.

What he wanted wasn't bad, and he had succeeded. There was no reason to get upset with the method. They didn't have a right to be hurt. It didn't matter.

They didn't say anything, but they remained upset anyway.

Cyphen clicked between the saved voice messages, ranging from so many different times throughout that period of their life.

"Hey, J. Pick up your phone. I'm not patient enough for this." "Hey, J. Think you can pick out an outfit for me? You know more about fashion than I do, I think." "Hey, J. I need you to add a deadline to the calendar." "Hey, J. I know you don't like your voice, but do you think you could pick up more often? It would be easier than leaving voicemails." "Hey, J. Remind me to work on the third project later today."

Some of them brought back vivid memories. Others had faded too much, only having blurred images and a vague emotion.

"Hey, J. Stop leaving me unanswered. When I message you, I need an answer." "Hey, J. The hell did you go? You didn't come home, I'm worried." "Hey, J. You can't just be upset and not tell me what I did wrong. That's not how this works."

Cyphen grit their teeth listening to those. They highlighted the whole section and finally threw it into the recycling bin, which they double clicked, moving their cursor to hover over the button that would immediately clear it out and delete those recordings forever.

They didn't click it.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Rachel Savage at The Guardian:

South Africans go to the polls on 29 May in elections in which the ruling African National Congress party could lose its majority for the first time since it swept to power in 1994 after the end of apartheid. Chronic unemployment, inequality, power cuts and corruption have contributed to a haemorrhaging of support for the ANC, which won the 2019 election with 57.5% of the vote.

Who are the ANC’s challengers?

The ruling party is battling against established opposition parties such as the economically liberal Democratic Alliance (DA) and the Marxist-inspired Economic Freedom Fighters (EFF). It is also being challenged by upstarts such as the uMkhonto weSizwe (MK) party, led by the former president Jacob Zuma, who is bitterly opposed to the current South African leader, Cyril Ramaphosa. Polls have consistently shown the ANC getting less than 50% of the vote. A telephone tracking survey by the Social Research Foundation had it on 44.1% of the vote in a 60% turnout model this week, compared with 39.1% a month earlier. Some analysts think the ANC could still scrape a majority, noting that phone polls often have significant flaws, including underestimating ANC support in rural areas where many poorer votes do not have phones.

[...]

How will the elections work?

Almost 28 million South Africans are registered to vote in national and provincial elections, less than half of the 62 million population. The 400-seat national parliament will vote for the president no later than two weeks after election day. There is no constitutional process for forming a coalition government. South Africa uses a system of proportional representation. Voters get three ballots – two for the National Assembly, each allocating 200 seats, and one for their provincial legislature. One of the national ballots will only have political parties on it. The second will be for one of nine multi-member provincial constituencies. Voters can either opt for a party, which will list its candidates’ names, or an independent.

Could the days of the incumbent African National Congress (ANC) having a majority in South Africa be over and be forced into a coalition to keep them in power? We'll find out in the elections today.

See Also:

MCI Maps Substack: Issue #182: South Africa Election Preview: The ANC Faces its Greatest Test

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

We are beyond excited to present for the first time in Australia a tribute to the cast of Outlander... Hublander - A visit to the Highlands!

This is a convention style event, with one day each full of fun, festivities and fantastic guests not to be missed, in both Sydney and Melbourne.

Hublander will feature Sam Heughan and other Outlander guests live on stage for stories and anecdotes as well as Question & Answers. Purchase merchandise and exclusives from the dealers, or pick up rare items from the amazing raffles and auctions. Do not miss out on your chance to meet the guests and acquire autographs and professional photographs! Along with the main event, there will be an exclusive VIP panel and guest meet & greets plus so much more!

All Guests will be appearing

- in SYDNEY on Saturday 24th February 2024 - approx running time 9am to 5pm (plus at the special Platinum event on the evening of Friday 23rd)

- in MELBOURNE on Sunday 25th February 2024 - approx running time 9am to 5pm (plus at the special Platinum event on the Sunday evening)

*Note: All guests appear health and work commitments pending.

Tickets will go on sale on this website, on the following dates:

MEMBERS PRESALE: On sale 27th November 2023 - 12pm AEDT

GENERAL TICKET SALE: On sale 28th November 2023 - 12pm AEDT

This event is not recommended for persons under the age of 15, based on noise, long periods of sitting, and mature language and/or topics.

All attendees require a ticket if over the age of 2. If under the age of 2 they can sit on your lap, however you will need to contact us after purchase so we can seat you in a special section that allows easy exit from the venue. No prams are allowed in the venue.

TICKETS - ON SALE SOON

This is a seated event. All tickets include access to all general panels, including Sam Heughan's general panel. All tickets allow you the opportunity to purchase photos and/or autographs with every event guest (until photo and autograph allocations are sold out).

Please make sure to read all ticket inclusions for any ticket type you’re considering. All ticket types and prices are listed below.

Tickets are posted by mail approximately 2 weeks before the show. International ticket orders are to be collected at the door.

Payment is by Credit Card only. A $5.95 ticket handling fee and 1.74% credit card transaction fee applies to each order. There will be no manual payment options available for this event.

Tickets will go on sale on this website, on the following dates:

MEMBERS PRESALE: On sale 27th November 2023 - 12pm AEDT

GENERAL TICKET SALE: On sale 28th November 2023 - 12pm AEDT

Please note - Seating is allocated by when you purchase your tickets, so the earlier you book the better your seats will be.

The Members presale is limited for this event to 4 tickets per member. You can purchase membership via the menu on this website.

This event is not recommended for persons under the age of 15, based on noise, long periods of sitting, and mature language and/or topics.

All attendees require a ticket if over the age of 2. If under the age of 2 they can sit on your lap, however you will need to contact us after purchase so we can seat you in a special section that allows easy exit from the venue. No prams are allowed in the venue.

Ticket purchases are non refundable. Please refer to our Terms and Conditions for more information.

—-SYDNEY Standard Day Ticket - $200

These are ONE day tickets for the HUBLANDER event on Saturday the 24th February 2024 in SYDNEY.

Standard Day Tickets include:

– Entry to the event for full day of programming and panels on Saturday, including Sam’s general panel (no VIP panels are included in this ticket)

– Access to merchandise vendors at the event

– Opportunity to purchase autographs and professional photographs on the day for all guests.

Please note that Standard Day tickets will be seated behind the VIP ticket section. Seating is allocated based on when you make your booking.

As photograph and autograph opportunities may be sold at the event on a row by row basis, early booking is strongly recommended.

+ SYDNEY VIP Ticket - $1,100

+ SYDNEY Platinum Ticket - $1,800

+ MELBOURNE Standard Day Ticket - $200

+ MELBOURNE VIP Ticket - $1,100

+ MELBOURNE Platinum Ticket - $1,800

Sydney, Australia - TBA

Melbourne, Australia - TBA

Please note: Venues are announced after tickets have gone on sale. All event venues are typically close to the City Centre and easily accessible by public transport.

SYDNEY

HUBLANDER SCHEDULE – TBA

To see an example of a typical Hub Event schedule please click here

Approx running times for a typical event are between 9am and 5pm for Standard Day ticket holders.

VIP and Platinum ticket holders may be asked to arrive anytime between 7am and 8am.

VIP Panels are scheduled during the day.

Platinum evening events generally start anytime after 6pm and can run between 1 to 2 hours.

MELBOURNE

Can't get to an event? No problem! We can provide absentee packs of autographs from the actors appearing at our events. Absentee packs will be made available within one month of each event after any preceding events have finished.

This is a great opportunity to have your photograph taken with the guests! Each photograph token purchased is good for one photo opportunity and includes a physical copy of your photo which will be made available on the day for collection before the autograph sessions start.

Please note that photograph tokens are limited and there are no other photograph opportunities with the guests.

Photograph Opportunities are purchased at the event on the day, and are sold on a row by row basis! You can purchase tokens using cash (no additional charges) or by Credit Card (1.74% surcharge applies)

Photograph Token Prices:

- Sam Heughan - $190

More guests coming soon...

Autographs are a great opportunity to say a quick hello to your favourite guests and get a piece of memorabilia signed! Each autograph token purchased is good for ONE autograph and you may either bring a personal item or photo to be signed, or choose an 8x10 print provided by Hub Productions at the autograph tables to have signed.

All Autographs are signed in person by the guests and are sold on a row by row basis at the event on the day. You can purchase tokens using cash (no additional charges) or by Credit Card (1.74% surcharge applies)

Autograph Tokens may be limited and guests may, or may not, choose to personalise their autographs.

Autograph Token Prices:

- Sam Heughan - $160

More guests coming soon...

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ABOUT US

DCA Enterprises’ The Hub Productions is an Australian owned company based in Sydney, that provides opportunities for fans to meet the actors, artists and behind the scenes stars that contribute to the TV shows, films and comics that we all so love and adore. more

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The non-stop flight from the UK to Australia takes over 16 hours. A visit just for two days in Australia, He’ll need more a day to recover for each time zone crossed 🥴🛫

THE HUB PRODUCTIONS

[softforloki]

Chapter 14: Magic Lessons

Chapter List

Word Count: 1,944

Summery: Loki teaches Raven a spell under her mother's watchful eye, all while his heart aches for this little girl that he doesn't dare to call his chid. Goddamn does he want to, though.

Warnings: Minor sexual implications towards the end. Nothing too explicit.

Selene had once joked that being a single mom meant allocating most of her money to taking care of her kid and her house, and anything on the side went to the garden in the back.

Loki wasn’t entirely sure she was kidding.

Technically, there were two small gardens in different planter boxes. One was for herbs like peppermint, tarragon, tyme, rosemary, and sage. The other held a flourishing vegetable patch, complete with green beans, carrots, and ginger, which Loki wasn’t entirely sure was a vegetable, but there was enough space for it to grow.

There was also the little plastic swing set that Loki had helped Selene erect. Raven had been so ecstatic about it, thoroughly dispelling Loki’s assumption that she wouldn’t be impressed with it for long. It was a month later, and she still spent several minutes every day swinging.

Today though, she wasn’t playing. It was lesson time. Loki had seated her on a spread blanket as he placed several of her toys on top of the grass.

“What are you doing?” Raven asked, brow furrowing as Loki set a soft dolphin push on the ground a few feet away from her blanket.

“I’m going to teach you how to summon things.” Loki replied, gently placing a small stuffed leopard on the swing. He backed a few feet away, then opened his palm to the toy. With a green shimmer, the leopard flew from the swing to his waiting hand.

“Woah.” Raven marveled, eyes sparkling as she watched Loki return the leopard to the swing.

“Now, you have to promise me something.” Loki said, turning to face Raven. “If I teach you this spell, you must promise me that you will not summon anything heavy or fragile. Your mother will never forgive me if I teach you something that will hurt you- and frankly I won’t either.”

The girl nodded enthusiastically. “I promise.”

“Good.” Loki smiled at her as he propped a stuffed minion to lean against one of the planter boxes. 

“Why are we outside?” She asked as Loki came to sit across from her on the blanket.

“Because Mum wouldn’t let me teach you how to magically throw things around in the house.” Loki chuckled, using Selene’s exact words.

Raven nodded, her gaze traveling to the side. She giggled, pointing to the house. He looked where she indicated to see Selene standing at the window, lips pursed as she looked out. Her eyebrows shot up once she saw she’d been spotted, and she wiggled her fingers in an awkward wave.

Loki’s smile was tender and affectionate as he waved back. He laughed as Selene ducked out of view, as if to try to hide her anxious hovering.

He spent the next couple of minutes trying to explain the theory as best he could before he let her try any practical application. He sifted through his memories of his mother teaching him the spell, his words coming more confidently as he heard them in her voice.

“I want you to think of a string that connects the center of your palm to the object you are summoning.” Loki said, gently taking Raven’s small wrist, and opening her hand. He put a finger to the center of her palm to illustrate his point. “When you call it to you, picture it traveling along the string. The visualization will help you to keep the object in the air and not drop it.”

The girl nodded, her face drawn in focus as she listened. She extended her arm, palm facing out to the dolphin in the grass.

“Got your string?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. When you summon the object, imagine you feel the tug of the string as you pull it towards you. It’s no different than tying a line to something and physically pulling it by hand to you.”

She nodded again.

“Are you ready to try?”

“Mmhmm!” Raven confirmed.

“Alright then. Remember, it may take a few tries to get it right the first time.” Loki reminded her, scooting back so he could watch her form better. “Whenever you’re ready, pet.”

Raven’s brow furrowed in concentration as she stared at the toy, hand still held out. For a long moment, nothing happened. Loki was afraid to try to give advice, lest he break her focus. However, he recognized the tell-tale signs of frustration in the tightening of her jaw and the tension in the wide splay of her fingers.

“Relax your hand.” He whispered, holding his palm up to show her.

Raven quickly corrected her form, but didn’t unclench her jaw. Another few tense seconds passed. Loki saw movement out of the corner of his eye. A quick glance to the house confirmed that Selene was back at the window, spinning one of her rings around her finger with an unreadable expression on her face.

Just as Loki was about to open his mouth, Raven gasped. He looked just in time to see a faint flicker of pink curling around the stuffed dolphin as it scooted forward a few inches, before the color fizzled out.

“I did it! Kinda.” Raven exclaimed, looking to Loki as though she needed to confirm what just happened.

“You did! That was wonderful!” He praised, grinning from ear to ear.

“But it didn’t go all the way.” She said, momentary elation fading into disappointment.

“No, but you made progress.” Loki soothed, gesturing to the plush. “You moved it, that’s an impressive feat.”

The girl still looked unconvinced, so he got up to try to make his point. Loki walked over to where the dolphin had been moved, trying to estimate how far it had gotten. He wished he’d had the foresight to mark in the dirt where the toy had first been placed; all he had to go off of was his memory.

“I would say you made it about six or seven inches.” He estimated, squatting near the toy. “That’s very good; it’s about as far as I got on my first go.”

“Really?” Raven tilted her head, as though she couldn’t fathom the thought that Loki had ever been less than proficient with magic.

“Yes, little one.” Loki chuckled, coming back to sit on the blanket. “And what’s more, I started learning magic when I was a few years older than you are now. From my perspective, you just did something incredibly impressive for your age.”

Her eyes widened slightly, and she nodded slowly. “Okay. So, that was good?”

“That was very good.” Loki nodded. “Would you like to continue?”

“Yes.” She nodded again, more firmly this time. 

“Deep breath, try to clear your head.” Loki reminded. “See the string, feel the pull, you know what to do.”

Raven giggled, closing her eyes to center herself, just like Loki had taught her so long ago when she was still struggling to control her medium-like abilities. He glanced over his shoulder to Selene’s window, unsurprised to find her still standing there. This time however, she was smiling at Loki like he’d just done something truly spectacular.

And he felt like he really did.

. . .

“This is gonna bite me in the ass, isn’t it?”

Loki laughed, shaking his head. “Do you not trust your own daughter?”

“Have you met her?” Selene joked, unwinding the garden hose as she watched Raven enter the house, arms full of toys. “I trust her not to try that with anything heavy, but I just know I’m gonna get a stuffed animal to the face any day now.”

Loki smiled, walking with her as she dragged the hose to her planter boxes. “Perhaps. She can be a bit of a scamp at times, can’t she?”

“Mmhmm.” Selene heaved an overly dramatic sigh as she watered her vegetable garden. “Love that little terror.”

As do I. But he didn’t say the words. He knew Selene well enough by now that he highly doubted she’d raise an issue with it, but he still didn’t quite feel ready to verbalize it. Raven was Selene’s girl, not Loki’s. He had to keep reminding himself of that. Perhaps she liked him, but he wasn’t her father.

…But he sure did act like it at times.

Loki lapsed into silence as Selene attended to her plants. Him, a father? The thought was absurd. He was anything but father material- he had tried to take over the planet once, for Norns sake! That was hardly the behavior of a role model. 

But oh how that little girl made him want to pick up a parenting guide. How she and her mother again and again made Loki want to be worthy of them and the home they’d so graciously welcomed him into.

“Everything okay, Lokes?” Selene asked as she coiled her hose back at the spout. 

“Ah, yes.” He nodded, trotting after her. “Apologies, I was lost in thought.”

“You’re good.” She said, taking his hand. “Are you staying for dinner?”

“Am I invited?”

“When are you not?”

“Fair point, my lady.” Loki inclined his head, smiling. “I will stay. Would you like help preparing it?”

“If you’re offering.” Selene replied, taking his hand and intertwining their fingers together. “You know I love you, right?”

“Of course I do.” Loki blinked. “What brought this on?”

“I dunno.” She shrugged, kissing his knuckles. “You just looked like you needed reminding.”

He smiled softly. “I suppose I sometimes do.”

Selene brought both of his hands to her mouth, kissing them reverently. She laid her lips across his palms and digits again and again. She looked up at him through her lashes, her perfect red lips gently closed around the bend of his pointer finger. Loki swore his heart stopped. He also swore his pants tightened.

“Darling.” He tried, voice strained. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

“Loving you.” She purred, dragging her mouth up the back of his hand to his wrist. “Is it working? Do you feel loved?”

“Among other things.” Loki admitted.

“Oh.” Her eyes gleamed, as though she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Selene, your daughter is not only home but awake.” He pleaded with her.

“You’re the one getting worked up.” She shrugged, trailing a finger sensually up his arm. “I’m not doing anything.”

Little minx. Loki’s eyes flashed. He seized her by the waist, pulling her in until her chest was pressed against his. “You’re treading in dangerous waters, dove.”

“Who, me?” Selene widened her eyes innocently, though she couldn’t hide the sparkle of mischief in them.

“Yes, you.” He leaned in, his lips tracing the shell of her ear. “Do you truly wish to play this game? You may not like where it gets you.”

“When have I ever not liked where it got me?” She drawled, curling her fingers in the collar of his button up. “There’s a Midgardian phrase I wonder if you’ve heard: don’t threaten me with a good time.”

If he hadn’t already been, the brush of Selene’s fingers against his clavicle as she grabbed his shirt, the way her voice pitched down and the way her eyes smoldered would have physically aroused Loki. “Well then.” He murmured huskily. “Perhaps we should resolve things later tonight when the little one is in bed.”

“If you can last that long.” Selene taunted.

“I’ll survive.” Loki growled.

She pulled him down to kiss him, hard at first but then softening into something more tender. “I love you.”

“And I love you.”

Selene pat Loki’s chest affectionately, moving around him to go back into the house. She gave him a light smack to his backside as she passed him.

Oh, he was going to make her regret that.

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Delhi University To Release 1st UG Seat Allocation List 2025 On July 19 | HugeCount

The University of Delhi (DU) is all set to release its first Common Seat Allocation System (CSAS) list for undergraduate admissions 2025 on Saturday, July 19, at 5 PM. This year’s admissions cycle has seen an unprecedented response, with over 3 lakh sign-ups and a record number of preferences submitted for the university’s 71,642 seats across 79 programmes in 69 colleges. Record Numbers and Key Statistics According to official data released by the university on July 15, here is a snapshot of the applicant pool and preferences: Metric Figure Total Sign-ups 3,05,357 Candidates Who Submitted Preferences 2,39,890 Unique College + […]

Source: https://hugecount.com/education/delhi-university-to-release-1st-ug-seat-allocation-list-2025-on-july-19/

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Supreme Court Orders NEET PG in Single Shift: What You Need to Know

The National Eligibility cum Entrance Test for Postgraduate courses (NEET PG) 2025 has witnessed a major shift in its schedule following a directive from the Supreme Court of India. The apex court has ordered that NEET PG be conducted in a single shift instead of the previously planned two shifts. This move has brought clarity, relief, and renewed focus for thousands of medical aspirants across the country.

In this blog, we’ll break down what the Supreme Court's decision means for you, how it impacts the exam process, and how platforms like Collegestoria can assist you with admission in NEET PG 2025 and beyond.

 Why Did the Supreme Court Intervene?

Initially, the National Board of Examinations in Medical Sciences (NBEMS) had announced that NEET PG 2025 would be held in two shifts on June 15, a first for this high-stakes exam. However, concerns were raised regarding fairness, normalization of marks, and uniformity in exam difficulty across the two sessions.

A petition was filed, and the Supreme Court took the matter seriously, recognizing that even slight differences in difficulty between shifts could impact the merit list and ultimately, the admission in NEET PG seats. To ensure fair and transparent evaluation, the SC directed that the exam be conducted in a single shift only.

 Revised NEET PG 2025 Schedule

Following the Supreme Court’s order, NBEMS postponed the exam to accommodate logistical challenges, such as arranging enough centers for all candidates to appear at once. The revised schedule is as follows:

New Exam Date: August 3, 2025

Shift Timing: Single morning shift

Admit Cards: Expected to be released by July 31

Result Announcement: Likely by September 3

This delay gives candidates extra time for preparation and ensures a level playing field for all.

 What Does This Mean for NEET PG Aspirants?

 1. One Paper = Fair Competition

With the exam now in one shift, all students will face the same set of questions, removing the need for score normalization and eliminating any possible perception of bias.

 2. Extended Preparation Window

The shift to August gives you an additional 6-7 weeks for revision, mock tests, and brushing up on weaker areas. Use this time wisely to solidify your strategy.

 3. Updated Exam Center Allocation

NBEMS reopened the city selection window from June 13 to June 17, 2025. Candidates must check their email or visit the official website to confirm or modify their exam center preferences.

 Admission in NEET PG 2025: What to Expect Next

Once the exam is conducted, the process of NEET PG counselling will begin, and that’s where many students feel overwhelmed. From choosing the right college and branch to understanding the seat matrix and quotas (All India, State, Management), the process can get complex.

That’s where trusted consultancies like Collegestoria come in.

 How Collegestoria Can Help You

Whether you are targeting government seats, private colleges, or management quota admission in NEET PG, Collegestoria offers complete end-to-end support. Their services include:

Guidance on top MD/MS specializations

Document and form-filling assistance

Real-time NEET PG counselling updates

Support for NRI/management quota admission

College selection based on your NEET PG score and rank

With years of experience and a student-first approach, Collegestoria simplifies the admission in NEET PG, helping you make informed decisions.

 Things to Keep in Mind for August 3 Exam

Keep your admit card and photo ID ready well in advance

Visit your exam center a day before to avoid last-minute confusion

Revise high-yield topics and practice mock tests under timed conditions

Stay calm and maintain a healthy sleep routine before the exam

 Final Thoughts

The Supreme Court’s intervention in NEET PG 2025 has brought much-needed clarity and fairness to one of India’s most competitive medical entrance exams. With the new date of August 3, 2025, aspirants have more time to prepare and plan effectively.

If you are unsure about the next steps after the exam or need expert counselling to secure your dream PG seat, Collegestoria is your trusted companion for all things related to admission in NEET PG.

 Need Help?

Get in touch with Collegestoria today for personalized counselling, updates, and end-to-end support for NEET PG 2025.

Your future in medicine deserves expert guidance. Let Collegestoria lead the way.

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Assembly cuts foreign aid amid scrutiny over surge under Yoon Suk Yeol

July 6, 2025

The National Assembly has cut 80 billion won ($59 million) from the budget previously allocated for South Korea's official development assistance projects in foreign countries, including some 35 billion won intended for Cambodia, liberal lawmaker Rep. Kim Seung-won said Sunday.

Kim told The Korea Herald that the budget cuts centered around aid intended for Asian countries, adding that he learned the extent of the cuts from the Finance Ministry, but did not disclose how they would be applied.

The news came as the budget cuts gained parliamentary approval on Friday, along with the passage of the 31.8 trillion won extra budget bill that received Cabinet approval Saturday.

Kim earlier said in a Facebook message Saturday that the ruling Democratic Party of Korea will "rectify the leniency" in the foreign aid spike that accompanied the former conservative Yoon Suk Yeol administration's expansionary fiscal policy.

Kim is a member of the Special Committee on Budget and Accounts which reviewed the extra budget bill in parliament, where the ruling liberal party holds a majority of seats.

Kim also suspected that allocations of aid to Cambodia spiked during Yoon's nearly three-year tenure. According to Kim's office, the budget allocated to Cambodia projects more than doubled from 178.9 billion won in 2022 to 435.3 billion won this year, the sharpest rise among the 27 destinations for South Korean foreign aid, while the government failed to explain how the funds would be accounted for once delivered to Cambodia.

The prosecution earlier suspected that the Yoon administration's spike in foreign aid may be associated with a development project in Cambodia pursued by the Unification Church.

A former director general of the Unification Church was suspected of having improperly sought the influence of Yoon's wife, Kim Keon Hee, via a shaman who had personal ties with her.

The case involving the ex-first lady is now being transferred from the prosecution to a 205-member special counsel team that was launched shortly after liberal President Lee Jae Myung was inaugurated in June.

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Prosecutors list 5 ‘Unification Church Requests’… Shaman/Monk Geon Jin to be Summoned Soon for Questioning

published 2025.05.03

The prosecution has conducted a search and seizure of the residence of former President Yoon Suk Yeol and his wife, and it has been confirmed that the warrant specified five requests made by a former executive of the Unification Church.

The prosecution suspects that the executive, who was in office at the time, attempted to make a request by handing over gifts to Kim Keon-hee through Jeon Seong-bae, known as 'Geonjin Beopsa’.

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These requests include the establishment of the UN’s Fifth Office in Korea, the attendance of the Minister of Education at Unification Church events, the acquisition of YTN by the Unification Church, the development project of the Mekong River site in Cambodia, and an invitation to the presidential inauguration ceremony.

Yoon reportedly stated during the prosecution’s investigation that he delivered gifts worth 60 million won, including a diamond necklace and expensive imported bags, to Jeon, asking him to pass them on to Mrs. Kim Keon-hee shortly after Yoon Suk Yeol was elected president in 2022.

Among the five requests that the prosecution is examining, the only one that was specifically pursued was the Cambodia project.

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Ex-first lady gift probe takes strange turn — to Vegas gambling by Unification Church leader [Hak Ja Han]

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For Australians, you can find you Federal House of Reps Members and Senators at https://www.aph.gov.au/senators_and_members, plus information on how to contact them. There are lists of Senators (pdf) and House of Reps (pdf). For electronic details, you have to find their individual web pages, but that first link enables you do do so.

For Western Australia, hypothetically the info will be up 'soon'. Presumably once counting has completed. The link to watch is current member details. For those of you whose reps are reasonably obvious (MLAs at this point, although given the number of seats that the count has allocated to the main parties for the Legislative Council with ~60% of the vote, you can realistically make calls on some of those as well) I don't have any easy options, other than search and hope.

If you see someone with a really bad fandom take, I’m begging you to open your emails and write a strongly worded missive to your local government official about something bad happening in your community or country.

If you’re in Canada you could email a rep about concerns about Elon musk interfering in our next federal election.

If you’re in the US the list is endless.

If you’re in the UK you could email about trans health care.

If you’re in Australia, what about dental care in Medicare?

If you’re in Europe, look into some EU initiatives of particular concern. Perhaps something to do with nature and biodiversity? Idk

Just today I emailed my local mla about coal mining in the Rocky Mountains and tomorrow I’m going to pick something else and do it again

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Preference Sheet for DU: Smart Strategies to Secure Your Dream College After CUET

From CUET Scorecard to DU Seat: How to Fill Your Preference Sheet Smartly via CSAS Portal Clearing the CUET exam is only the first checkpoint in your Delhi University admission journey. The real game begins with your next big decision—filling out your Preference Sheet for DU on the CSAS Portal.

If you’re eyeing top-tier programs like B.A. (Hons.) Economics, then your success now depends less on your raw score and more on your strategy. This blog will help you: • Understand how the CSAS Portal works • Strategically fill your preference sheet • Identify the top college for Economics in DU • Avoid common mistakes that could cost you a seat Let’s dive in.

What is the CSAS Portal? The Common Seat Allocation System (CSAS) is the University of Delhi’s centralized platform for UG admissions via CUET. It enables students to: • Register post-result • Submit personal and academic details • Fill in a course-college preference sheet • Track seat allotments across multiple rounds In other words, the CSAS Portal is the only way you can secure a seat at DU in 2025.

Understanding the Preference Sheet for DU The Preference Sheet is the list where you rank your desired course + college combinations. For example: • B.A. (Hons.) Economics – St. Stephen’s College • B.A. (Hons.) Economics – Hindu College • B.A. (Hons.) Economics – Miranda House This ranking is crucial—because DU will offer you a seat based on your CUET score, merit rank, and the order in which you’ve listed your preferences. Once allotted, if your higher-ranked options are not available, you won’t be considered for them later. So, preference order is everything.

How to Fill the DU Preference Sheet: Step-by-Step

Start with a CUET Result Analysis Check how your subject-wise normalized scores align with the eligibility criteria for courses like Economics. Some DU colleges give more weight to domain subjects (like Economics + Math), while others require a strong language score too.

Know the Admission Trends Use last year’s data to compare: • Cut-off ranks • College-wise seat availability • Reservation category trends You can use platforms like CUETMOCK to simulate your expected rank and match your score to realistic options.

Create a Tiered Preference List Organize your preferences into three categories: Category Description Examples Aspirational Best colleges, highest cut-offs SRCC, St. Stephen’s, Hindu Realistic Strong colleges, medium cut-offs Hansraj, Miranda House, Kirori Mal Safe Good colleges with lower cut-offs Zakir Husain, Dyal Singh, ARSD College

Maximize the Number of Preferences The CSAS Portal allows unlimited entries. Take advantage of this to safeguard your chances across multiple rounds.

Always Double-Check Eligibility Each college-course combo has specific requirements (like Math for B.A. Economics). Not meeting these can invalidate your preference—even if your score is high.

Top College for Economics in DU (2025 Edition) If you're pursuing B.A. (Hons.) Economics, here's a curated list of the top colleges: St. Stephen’s College • Often ranked as the top college for Economics in DU • Strong quantitative foundation and academic legacy • Offers great placements and international academic pathways Shri Ram College of Commerce (SRCC) • While famous for B.Com (Hons.), its Economics program is equally elite • Focus on policy, business, econometrics, and global economics Hindu College • Known for its vibrant academic atmosphere • One of DU’s oldest and most consistent colleges for Economics Honourable Mentions: • Hansraj College • Miranda House (Girls) • Lady Shri Ram College (Girls) • Ramjas College Tip: Economics at DU is a high-cutoff course. Even a few decimal points in your CUET score can determine which of these colleges you get into.

How DU Seat Allotment Works on CSAS Portal Once your preference sheet is submitted: • The system generates a merit list based on your CUET scores • You’re allotted a seat based on your rank and preference order • In each round, you can: o Accept your seat o Freeze it o Upgrade to a higher option • Missing the deadline can forfeit your seat, so stay alert

Final Word: Strategy Beats Score In today’s DU admission system, your preference sheet is just as powerful as your CUET score. The CSAS portal levels the playing field—but only for those who plan smartly. Whether your dream is to study Economics at St. Stephen’s, Commerce at SRCC, or simply secure the best-fit DU seat, the process is no longer about just getting good marks. It’s about strategy, sequencing, and self-awareness. So, analyze. Prioritize. Strategize. Your ideal college seat is waiting—you just have to list it right.

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Why Choose Shri Guru Ram Rai Institute of Medical Sciences for Your MBBS Journey?

When it comes to building a strong career in medicine, the first step is choosing the right medical college. If you're aiming for a trusted institute that offers quality education, experienced faculty, and excellent infrastructure, Shri Guru Ram Rai Institute of Medical Sciences should be on your list. Located in the beautiful city of Dehradun, this medical college is gaining popularity among students across India.

About Shri Guru Ram Rai Institute of Medical Sciences

Shri Guru Ram Rai Institute of Medical Sciences (SGRRIMHS) was established in 2006 and is affiliated with Shri Guru Ram Rai University. The college is approved by the National Medical Commission (NMC), which means it meets all the necessary standards for medical education in India.

The institute offers undergraduate (MBBS) and postgraduate medical courses in various specializations. With a strong emphasis on academic excellence, research, and clinical exposure, Shri Guru Ram Rai Institute of Medical Sciences helps students become skilled, confident, and compassionate doctors.

Courses Offered

The flagship course at Shri Guru Ram Rai Institute of Medical Sciences is the MBBS program, which spans five and a half years, including one year of compulsory internship. The college also offers MD and MS courses in multiple disciplines for students who wish to pursue higher education in medicine.

Some of the PG specializations include:

MD in General Medicine, Paediatrics, Pathology, Pharmacology, etc.

MS in General Surgery, ENT, Obstetrics & Gynaecology, Orthopaedics, and more.

Why Students Prefer Shri Guru Ram Rai Institute of Medical Sciences

There are several reasons why students choose Shri Guru Ram Rai Institute of Medical Sciences for their medical education:

1. Top-Notch Infrastructure

The college campus is well-designed with modern lecture halls, a central library, high-tech laboratories, and a teaching hospital. The hospital has over 1000 beds and offers hands-on clinical experience to students, which is essential in medical training.

2. Experienced Faculty

The institute has a team of highly qualified and experienced faculty members who guide students in both theory and practical aspects of medicine. Regular guest lectures, workshops, and seminars are conducted to help students stay updated with the latest medical knowledge.

3. Clinical Exposure

One of the highlights of Shri Guru Ram Rai Institute of Medical Sciences is its attached teaching hospital, which treats thousands of patients every day. This ensures that students gain rich clinical exposure right from the early years of their MBBS journey.

4. Affordable Fee Structure

Compared to many private medical colleges in India, the fee structure at Shri Guru Ram Rai Institute of Medical Sciences is relatively affordable, making it accessible for students from various backgrounds.

5. Hostel and Campus Life

The college provides separate hostels for boys and girls with all the basic facilities. The campus is Wi-Fi enabled and has sports facilities, a gymnasium, and a cafeteria. Cultural and academic events are organized regularly to maintain a healthy balance between studies and recreation.

Admission Process

To get admission into the MBBS course at Shri Guru Ram Rai Institute of Medical Sciences, students must qualify for the NEET-UG exam. The counseling for seat allocation is usually done through the Uttarakhand state counseling authority.

Eligibility criteria include:

Completion of 10+2 with Physics, Chemistry, Biology, and English.

Minimum of 50% marks in PCB for general category (40% for reserved categories).

Valid NEET-UG score.

Student Reviews and Testimonials

Many students have shared positive experiences about their time at Shri Guru Ram Rai Institute of Medical Sciences. According to them, the learning environment is excellent, teachers are supportive, and the hospital exposure gives them real-time insights into patient care.

Here’s what a student had to say:

"Choosing Shri Guru Ram Rai Institute of Medical Sciences was one of the best decisions of my life. The hospital experience and the support from faculty helped me grow both academically and personally." – Ayush Sharma, MBBS Batch 2021

Career Opportunities After MBBS

Graduates from Shri Guru Ram Rai Institute of Medical Sciences have a good track record of clearing PG entrance exams like NEET-PG and pursuing higher education in reputed institutes. Many also start working in hospitals or clinics or choose to prepare for government exams like UPSC-CMS and AIIMS.

Final Thoughts

If you are dreaming of a successful medical career and looking for a college that offers quality education, real-world exposure, and student-friendly facilities, Shri Guru Ram Rai Institute of Medical Sciences is definitely a great option. It not only helps you learn the science of medicine but also prepares you to serve society with compassion and responsibility.