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[hollywoodsargeant]

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[disgusdead]

Be A Parent? No Thank You

G1 Transformers x Reader

Summary: What's the worst that could happen leaving 10 kids at home. Alone.

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“It’s over, Prime! Admit defeat!”

From a high elevation, the leader of the Decepticons fired from his fusion cannon, knocking a few Autobots off their feet. In the eyes of others, it would seem the Decepticons had the upper hand in the prevailing battle, but the courageous Autobots, led by their Optimus Prime, were holding their own with the sheer power of determination alone.

Optimus blasted back. “Not if I can help it, Megatron!”

It was unclear how this event had come to pass. Really, one minute they were left alone, trusted to be on good terms; and then the next, someone had fired a shot and then it was a chain reaction. And consequences be damned; in their optics, each team thought they were going to win.

Buildings crashing down, explosions, energy blasts singing through the air—what was there to stop them?

“Arcee’s down! Arcee’s down!” Bumblebee cried, transforming into vehicle mode and ramming Soundwave into a wall.

Ironhide, whose processor was almost blown out by Shockwave’s blast, shouted over his shoulder. “Prime, I’ll cover you. Get up there and give that Decepti-creep an aftkicking!”

“Oh no, you won’t.”

Blitzwing, in tank mode, crushed debris under his tracks as he rumbled across the field, barrel trained to shoot Optimus down. With combined effort, Ironhide and Hot Rod managed to draw him away from Prime, allowing the latter to reach Megatron and face him head-on.

“You can’t stop me, Prime,” Megatron laughed, his cannon pointed at the heart of the Autobot. “Once I defeat you, the universe shall be mine to rule! And no one will ever remember your name or your band of weaklings that you called your army.”

“That’s what you think.”

Optimus charged—dodging, swerving from pink beams with practiced ease—until he was near enough to tackle the Decepticon to the ground in a rumbling crash. Starscream’s insult could be heard off to the side, tinged with scorn and mirth.

“You call yourself a leader, Megatron? Look at how sadly you are losing to an AUTOBOT. Pathetic.”

“Shut your trap, Starscream. Or I will reduce you to a rusted heap of scrap metal like I’m about to do to Prime.”

Landing a brutal kick to Optimus’ chest, Megatron seized the chance to finish him off for good with a cannon blast, throwing Prime over the ledge and watching as the Autobot dropped several hundred feet to the ground below.

Once again, Megatron let out a victorious laugh, elation pumping through his circuits as he relished grandly in his conquest. Too happy to notice a weapon aimed at his back and was too late to turn around before he, too, fell off the precipice, registering an irritating guffaw as he went down, down, down.

The Seeker stomped a foot on top of his unconscious leader, striking a triumphant pose while he was at it.

“Megatron has fallen! I, Starscream, am now the new leader of the Decepticons!”

“What the hell is going on here?”

At the sound of the voice, optics widened in size, internal systems hiccuped as you stood at the threshold, mirroring their exact expression of horror and disbelief.

“Oh we’re in for it now,” said Blitzwing.

“What have you done to the place?”

Mess mess mess. Everywhere. The Lego structures that you had helped build were knocked down and littered all over the floor. Your favorite mug that had been on the coffee table now laid in pieces amid burned plastics on the ground. Cushions on the couch were thrown off, cotton spilling out like internal guts.

Arcee was crying into her hands as Hot Rod knelt beside an incapacitated Optimus. Ironhide mid-engaged with Blitzwing. Bumblebee teetering toward you. Shockwave and Soundwave stared stupidly as your eyes raked around the living room, a storm rolling in them.

You were gone for 30 minutes! 30 minutes they couldn’t go without trashing the entire house.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, and when you opened them once more you saw fingers pointing at each other, hoping the bolts of your wrath would smite one another’s opposing side. You were unimpressed.

“Clean this up.” You huffed, stepping around the Lego pieces and ceramic shards to scoop up Optimus and Megatron into your arms. “Or else I’m gonna have to limit your Energon juice boxes. Ya hear?”

They needn’t be told twice.

[allthephils]

Smart Casual

Word count: 2362 Rated E (smut)

This was written for @phandomficfests bingo for my chastity device square. I might have taken some liberties with the prompt. This is very much porn without plot.

Summary: Phil’s zipper is stuck.

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Shopping is best done in one’s pajamas. That’s always been Phil’s way. Lounging on the sofa is fine but he prefers to be tucked into bed with a hot cup of cocoa or maybe a glass of wine, and with Dan sitting next to him. A shirtless Dan, rambling on about whatever Subreddit or wiki page he’s landed on, is motivating. He wants to look good for himself but he also wants to elicit a very specific response from Dan. He’s always got heart eyes, even ten years later, the fans really are spot on about that. But there’s another look, a look that he does occasionally let slip on camera but is usually reserved for just the two of them. It’s a certain glimmer to his eyes, a parting of the lips, a subtle drop in the tone of his voice.

To be honest, he can see it anytime he wants. All he has to do is run his fingers through Dan’s hair, kiss his neck, whisper in his ear, guess what I’m thinking, Danny. Catching Dan off guard though, seeing that look in public or in the middle of the day, knowing Dan has to hold back, that is the ultimate victory. So, along with rainbow hoodies, and Pokémon t-shirts, he’ll shop for jumpers that hug his broad shoulders though he’d usually prefer them oversized. He’ll search specifically for black knit that’s soft but not too chunky so they don’t hide the subtle contours of Phil’s chest. He’ll angle the screen toward Dan for approval and wait for a grunt or a shrug or a hum. The hum comes when Dan’s paying attention, when he sees something he’d like to see on Phil.  

This time it’s not a jumper. Phil’s trying to break out of his black jeans rut and Topman has nice skinny grey plaid trousers. It’s like old Phil meets new Phil and he thinks he could maybe pull these off. They are way more fashion forward than he’d usually choose so he runs them by Dan and it happens. The hum.

“Yes. Those are a yes. Those are cool.”

“Really?” Phil says, clicking through the images, trying to ignore the model’s ass in favor of looking at the actual trousers. “You think they’ll suit me?”

“Absolutely.” He raises his chin to emphasize the next phrase he speaks, “Dat ass is going to look so fine in those.”

“I don’t know, they’re kinda smart for everyday.”

“Let that thicc booty shine Phil. It deserves to be showcased.” He’s back to reading about volcanos or nihilism or whatever.

“Okay, I’m gonna get ‘em.” And so he clicks and they’re on their way.

When the package arrives, it could be anything. It’s from Topman but that doesn’t exactly narrow it down. This is a big part of why Phil shops online. He loves getting packages, it’s like having lots of tiny little Christmases. Dan’s gaming but he watches from the corner of his eye as Phil works to free the box from it’s tape. After several minutes, Dan silently pauses his game, stands and heads to the kitchen. He returns with a pair of scissors, takes the box, cuts the tape, hands the box back to Phil, and sits back down to resume his gameplay.

“Ooh, it’s the plaid ones!” Phil laughs a little, “oh my god, what was I thinking?”

The game pauses again. “Let me see.” Dan turns to look at Phil as he stands and holds the trousers up.

“I’m gonna return them, they’re ridiculous.”

“What are you talking about?” Dan reaches over to feel the fabric.

“I’m gonna look like George McFly.”

“George McFly was low key hot. Try them on. Please? For me.”

***

“Hello gorgeous!” Dan sounds awestruck, dramatically stretching every syllable for emphasis. “You styled yourself. Well done, Phil.”

“I do have some sense of style, Dan.”

He wears a black jumper only because it's the one top he has that is solid black. He chose white low top trainers and no show socks channeling Dan’s ankle exhibitionism. He won’t admit that this style is really just him copying what looks good on Dan. This really isn’t him. He’d never wear this out and he still plans on returning the trousers. He did buy them to get a reaction though so he might as well parade around a little, give Dan a little taste of what it might be like to have a boyfriend who stays up to date with fashion.

“Yes Phil, show me those sexy ass ankles!”

Phil laughs, “Ass ankles? Okay Dan.”

“No really, this is the perfect amount of skin for fall, you’re ankles are hot.”

“Your so Victorian Dan, one glimpse of ankle and your all flustered.”

“Oh,” Dan gets up off the sofa and stands, hands on his hips. He looks Phil slowly up and down. “It’s not just the ankles.”

And Phil knows that’s true. He looked in the mirror before he came out to the lounge. The trousers are tighter than any he’d ever wear of his own volition. He feels a little trapped, squeezed into them. In any other setting, he’d be yanking the hem of his jumper down, trying to cover his pornographic bulge. It’s so embarrassing, walking around, looking like you stuffed a sock down your crotch. There’s really no hiding in these, he’s pretty sure you could make out the exact outline of his dick if you looked closely, and Dan is looking. Intently.

“Oi,” Phil says, “my eyes are up here.”

Dan clears his throat, feigning embarrassment, and rattles his head as if to snap out of a trance. Phil giggles. This is fun, totally worth the £65 and the short time spent totally constricted.  

“Give us a twirl then.”

Phil does his best fashion model twirl but Dan just swivels his finger in the air as if to say keep spinning. By the third spin, Phil is dizzy and giggling, “Dan! I’m gonna fall over!”

“Aaaaaaaaand stop!” Dan shouts and Phil freezes in place, facing away from Dan. “That’s the pose I was looking for. Yum.”

Leaning forward a bit, Phil wiggles his arse. Just as he’s about to laugh and turn around, putting an end to the joke, he feels Dan’s hands, both of them. They settle on his hips as Dan steps forward, pulling Phil close until there is no space between them.

Warm breath moves over the little hairs on the back of Phil’s neck and they stand on end. Dan’s left hand slides past his hip, finding his tightly wrapped bulge. There’s a long, slow exhale in Phil’s ear. “I really like these trousers, Phil.”

He’s squeezing him through the thin fabric and it feels way better than it should. It’s just those big hands and Dan’s soft, seductive voice. It’s the way he’d looked at him, the way he’d played. Phil knows he’s still playing. In a minute, he’ll step away, laughing and making fun of Phil for going quiet, for getting just the tiniest bit hard. You’re so easy Phil.

“No making me hard in these trousers, little Phil is suffocating.”

Dan doesn’t laugh. “Just returning the favor.” The unmistakable line of Dan’s hardening cock presses against Phil’s ass and he pushes back into that delicious feeling.

“Oh, you do like them.” He’s trying to sound nonchalant but Dan is squeezing and stroking and grinding and Phil is definitely hard now. He’s slipping into caveman mode. Clinging to the last of his resolve, he clears his throat. “Hold that thought. Let me get out of these.”

“No way, that’s my job.” Dan fumbles for the zipper pull and tugs but nothing happens.

“Unzip them, Dan, it actually hurts a little.”

“I’m trying. It’s stuck.”

“What?!”

“The zipper’s stuck. It won’t pull down.”

Phil swats his hand away and tries but it will not budge. He turns to face Dan. “When did you take your shirt off? And your joggers?”

“I was getting sweaty.” Dan says, stepping back to steal  another look at Phil.. “And I love being naked with you fully clothed, it’s hot.”

It is hot. All sorts of filthy things run through Phil’s mind, right alongside the thought that he’s about to lose a vital organ to asphyxiation.

“Dan, you look fucking edible but if I don’t get these off soon, I’m gonna cry.”

“Okay, okay. I got it.” Dan drops to his knees. This does not help the situation. He tugs and tugs to no avail, then leans forward and grabs the pull with his teeth.

“Are you kidding me, Dan?”

“It’s worth a try!” Dan’s voice is pitched up but then his cheek brushes the straining zipper and they both let out a groan. He does it again, properly nuzzling Phil’s poor captive cock and letting his hand resume it’s exploration.

Phil’s looking down at Dan’s brown eyes through those stupid sexy lashes when he starts kissing down the length of him.

“Dan, stop.” Phil says, deep and breathy.

He slides his mouth back up and the fabric is wet with spit. He pauses. “You want me to stop?”

There’s barely a beat before Phil says, “No. No don’t stop.”

Phil is gripping Dan’s hair and Dan is gripping Phil’s ass, pulling him impossibly close so he can wrap his lips around the head as much as he’s able. He sucks, determined to feel the shape of Phil despite two layers of fabric.

There’s a gasp and Phil’s northern growl comes on strong, “Fuck. Get up here, Dan.”

No sooner are they face to face then their lips crash into one other. It’s wet and eager, all tongue and teeth and frantic breaths. Phil’s fingers dig into the flesh of Dan’s ass, holding him against Phil’s grinding pelvis. His cock pushes at the zipper like a caged animal, like it could actually break free of its cloth prison, hulk style.

“Ow, ow, ow,” Phil says, moving his mouth over Dan neck. It hurts and not in a good way but the need for release is intense and that somehow translates as pleasure. Plus, he’s got Dan, naked and writhing like it’s all brand new, and that is unspeakably hot. He can feel that pretty cock of his trapped between them, working against his own and the thought of Dan’s nipples rubbing the soft, nubby knit of his jumper, it’s too much. He bites down on Dan’s neck, hard.

“Ah. Ahah. Fuck.” Dan sounds wrecked. He turns to face away from Phil and pushes his ass into him, moving against his cock with quick little bounces. Phil is dizzy from the visual and he scratches down Dan’s back in a show of appreciation. Dan hisses just before he practically cries out, “pull my hair!”

Phil can’t help but grin at the request made in Dan’s high pitched, totally gone sex voice. He pushes both hands into Dan’s hair and grabs handfuls. He gasps, his head pulled sharply back. Over his shoulder, Phil can see Dan’s flushed cock bouncing. It’s the cutest fucking cock and it looks so good waving around like that. He needs to touch it, he needs just a little more.

Phil walks them both forward and pushes Dan till he’s bent over, hands on the back of the sofa, knees pushing into the edge of the cushions. He lifts his hand to Dan’s mouth and he licks without hesitation. Phil can reach around now and take Dan in hand, stroking loosely once or twice before setting in to jack him off properly. He’s humping frantically, sliding the hard ridge of his dick between Dan’s ass cheeks, moving like some dog in heat. The thick sound of heavy breathing and wet jacking is soon interrupted by Phil’s uncharacteristic string of expletives.

“Fuck, ow, ow, fuck, fuck, ow, ah, aaaah, fuck.” With one last high pitched moan, he cums, hot and wet, right into his brand new plaid trousers. Dan’s still fucking into Phil’s hand so he reaches his free hand up to yank on his curls and that’s all it takes. He goes still and quiet as he spills over Phil’s fingers.

Slowly, Phil stands, holding his hand carefully so as not to make a mess of the furniture. He reaches down and wipes his hand on Dan’s discarded joggers and then flops down onto the sofa next to him.

“Aw man,” Phil says, looking down, “now I can’t return these.”

“You cheap bastard.” Dan’s eyes are closed, his head resting back, legs spread wide, enjoying the afterglow. “I haven’t even caught my breath.”

“Sorry, they just don’t suit me and they’re faulty.”

“Oh my god, fuck off, I will give you the 50 quid Jesus.” Dan sounds way too blissed out to actually be annoyed.

“50 quid?” Phil says, shocked, “Daniel, what do you take me for?”

They are quiet for a moment.

“They were 65.”

Blindly Dan reaches over, groping for Phil’s zipper. “Ew,” He says, feeling the sog of cooling cum that has soaked through.

Phil hisses, so sensitive after all that torture. Dan futzes with zipper a bit and with more room and less pressure, it opens. Phil sighs a deep, genuine sigh of relief. “Babe. Thank you.”

“Ow,” Dan says, sitting up, “I think you chafed my cheeks.”

“You brought that on yourself. Anyway, no way it compares.” Phil stands up, trousers open. He’s still in shoes so he toes them off and pulls off his jumper. “I’m so gross, come shower with me.”

The hot water is divine. Dan’s ass is a little red and raw so Phil gently washes it with his favorite vanilla body wash.

“I may be stuck with those trousers but I am never wearing them again.”

Dan leans forward onto the shower wall and arches his back, ass on display. He gazes over one shoulder seductively, batting his lashes. “You sure about that, Lester?”

Phil plants a playful smack on Dan’s cute booty, prompting him to turn around. They hold each other, feeling the warm water stream over and between their bodies.

“Okay, I’ll wear them for you but I’m not zipping them up.”

Dan’s voice is sleepy and relaxed as he murmurs in Phil’s ear, “Sounds good to me.”

[kibfpatiyxparagpsiqa]

right. added that, and it’s literally just completely done now.

enjoy.

Danny has to admit, it's fun to hang around as Phantom. Even if it gives people opportunity to shoot at him, walking places just doesn't have the same feel as flying. And it doesn't get everyone to shoot at him. A lot of citizens, young ones especially, just think he's pretty cool. When he isn't invisible, they're the ones most likely to try to talk to him. And unlike, say, the ones who yell, Danny's willing to have a conversation. "Yo, Danny Phantom!" And Danny's over there in seconds, his legs quickly reforming as he stands before them. "Hey."

The person who'd called seems suddenly less willing to talk. Danny's used to people being afraid by now, though it's still weird, but even weirder is the times like now when they aren't afraid but starstruck. Someone else wearing a bandanna around their neck picks up. "Hi. Our friend's in the hospital right now." "Sorry." "Nah, you take more hits than all of us combined. But like, she drew you this thing, to thank you, but she didn't think you'd see it. However, Luke here was gonna show you. Luke, phone." Luke, still tongue-tied, unlocks and hands over his phone. The kid scrolls through the photos on the phone. Recently, the people in town are trying to really show their appreciation for Danny. He thinks it might be because of some recent visitors, one of which Danny found out was a ghost, nonhostile guy who still travelled with is friends. The whole group talked about what it's like for ghosts, how recognition and generosity matter. Danny still has their phone number. The kid finds what they're looking for. Danny holds the phone carefully as he looks at the picture. They're admonishing Luke for his terrible folder structures. It's a really sick picture. If Danny were at all willing to risk his cell number getting out, he'd ask them to text it to him. He really likes the particular pose and lighting, and they got his face exactly right, just like a mirror. Well, mirrors half of the time. But the shapes are the same! He grins at Luke while he hands the phone back. "Dude, that's so sweet! Do you like, think she'd let me see the actual physical one?" Luke has found his voice! "Yeah! Terry would actually love that. It's in her art folder, we brought it to the hospital room... not sure when or if you can visit." "Dude, just tell me when. Flag me down sometime, just, yeah. I'll bring my phone, get my own picture." "Awesome." The two other kids with them, at this point, are still messing around, but noticeably less than they were before he came over. When one notices he might leave, they walk over, and the last friend follows. "Uh, Phantom?" "Yeah?" "Can I get a picture of your logo?" "Sure. Why?" The kid swipes open their phone and he stands on the ground in front of them while they snap a photo. "D, P, oh. Never seen it this close before. Right, I'm making a collage of superheroes, and I thought, wait. I should add a real superhero who lives here! Any preference on who you're next to?" "Depends. Marvel or DC?" "More obscure heroes from both." Danny thinks about it. It's been a while since he's thought about this much. Real superheroics have kind of monopolized his focus for a while now. "Hmm. You got Captain Marvel on there?" "Yeah I do! I mean, she shouldn't be obscure. That's kind of the theme here. Too underrated." Danny nods. "These poor unfortunate souls. But yeah, I love the space origins." "Ha, what planet are you from?" "Not a planet... Aliens are cool, but there's a portal to an actual other dimension in your hometown, which is equally cool and also real." The kid can't refute that. His friend, bored, tries to throw an orange slice at him. He misses, but Danny catches it in his mouth. The formerly-bored friend turns out to be a vicious meanie. "You just can't dodge anything, can you. Are you always trying to eat what your enemies throw at you?" Danny is hurt, truly. He puts his hand over his heart and makes his best wide-eyed expression of sorrow. "Gasp. After all I do for you specifically, eating all those explosive blasts before you can, this is the thanks I get. Throw an orange at yourself, why don't you. Maybe you should practice dodging." The kid throws a whole orange this time, which Danny catches in his hand before peeling. "Oh, delicious inciendiary pain." He debates trying to hit himself in the chest and just grow another mouth there, before realizing that's horrifying. He just eats more orange slices. "So like. Ghosts can eat?" The kid with the bandanna seems curious. Danny shrugs. "I don't know. Ghosts can at least taste." He really doesn't know. Danny isn't quite a ghost. "Do you like to?" "Don't get the chance much. But sure, rather taste sweeter stuff than active plasma." He shoots a look at the orange kid, who has an orange in each hand now. Is that why their pockets are so full? They throw the oranges fast enough he reflexively goes intangible. He hears them hit the road behind him, then salutes the other kids and takes his leave. -----(can anybody tell me how to add lines proper?) It's gotten out really quickly that ghosts can eat. Not a lot of incidents involving that have happened, so Danny blames the sudden awareness everybody has of that on the internet. And a couple people are spreading the word that offerings to spirits are appreciated greatly, Danny's pretty sure those people also follow the web log of those paranormal investigators with the ghost. People have started asking if he'd like to share food they have on hand. Danny feels awkward, because he does already eat food at his own house, because he is alive. But then, the people might do that anyways if they knew that? They're trying to show their appreciation. And it's not like he couldn't just avoid their offers if he wanted, easily! Nobody's exactly chasing him down for this, just asking, when they have opportunities. He really does appreciate it too. Most everything tastes better when it's from someone whose life you've saved, or their wellbeing or family member or just their car. So Danny does usually accept whenever people offer to buy him things, or share what they have. Sure, he eats at home, but then sometimes he's pulled away before he can eat breakfast, or dinner, or anything. When people approach him at those times, he really doesn't even want to argue. So he doesn't.

Some of his older fans make similar offerings, but from meals they made through their own efforts. Those ones are also sweet. He's heard of the taste of victory, but the taste of gratitude is great. Danny likes knowing that people appreciate what he does, however they show it, and this is more convenient than all the cards he has in a locked box in his mattress, along with the other gifts, which he finds harder and harder to hide. He vastly appreciates the art, but his parents wouldn't really get this interest as anything other than suspicious. So the food is a welcome gift, even if returning containers to the right people can be difficult. He likes the sweets, but he actually likes salty things better, and after someone asks him about preferences a lot of people get interested. It's not a large percentage of the population, more those who especially like him and who are interested in cooking and baking, but a lot more people are starting conversations with him as Phantom than ever did before. He feels more appreciated. Some people yell at him because they dislike him, but gifts like these feel more tangible, like they outweigh that, even if people already cheered for him. And again, really convenient if he misses his planned meals. Danny's a fan. ------- Rhys is popping gum across the table while Jill continues talking about the annoyance of spices. Blah blah why does everyone use like no spices blah. Benjamin's late again, but as he dashes in and skids into the booth, the mess that is his clothes says it was probably under extenuating circumstances. "Did you forget your backpack?" Rhys swirls their drink with their straw. "Oh, oh crud it's probably still under there." He puts his head in his hands, and Jill pats his head in sympathy for whatever happened. "It must not have phased with me..." Jill shifts her legs like the restless shark she is. "Phased? There was an attack?" "Seems reasonable. Sure, it wasn't on the news, but at this point that's no surprise. There's barely a consensus on how many there are in a week, but too many to fit with regular news." Rhys sticks their gum to an empty wrapper. "But yeah. Why were you getting phased through anything, Benj?" "Um. Phantom. He saved me, I was caught in a collapse, a building was just. Fell." "Shit Benj, are you okay?" Jill's holding onto Benjamin now, like to keep him safe. "You didn't have to come here, do you need medical attention?" Benjamin shakes his head. "It wasn't dangerous! Just, dusty, and I couldn't get out. I'm glad Phantom heard me, though, my mobile wasn't working." "You sure you're okay Benny?" "Yeah. I think my clothes have it worse than I do. And my poor backpack." "F." Rhys leans against the wall, stretching their feet across the booth's bench. "This probably doesn't do you much of a favor in the long run, though. I mean, you thought that crush was bad before? Phantom just carried you out of a building. Tell me, Benj, did he take you by the hand, was it bridal-style?" "Hey Rhys? Shut up in those blue jeans." "Shut up in those blue jorts." Jill cracks a grin. "Shut up 'cause it's blue Jill." They do a mock-bow toward Jill, before Benjamin keeps talking. "All jokes aside, I really wanna thank him somehow. Uh, Phantom. Do you guys have any ideas? Because I don't think my skills in the area of writing are gonna be much help." "Au contraire Benj, I'm sure it'll be excellent help impressing your new boyfriend." "Shut up, I mean it." Jill looks at Rhys, and Rhys shuts up. "Uh, a bunch of people are like giving him food... Do you think he'd appreciate that? I could help, I kind of want to, you're my friend and I'm glad he saved you." She goes very quiet, like she already thinks it was stupid to even suggest. Rhys shrugs, but is smiling. "Sure, if you think he'll have your taste in extra-spicy." "Okay, I am NOT saying that everything needs to fucking BURN, but SOME PEOPLE are WEAK, and spices are meant to be USED and not in INFINITESIMALS," "Come on Rhys he's a ghost, we could probably put tylotoxin in it and he'd thank us. He'd thank us anyway, because Jill is fantastic at this and her idea was excellent." "Oh, cool. Thanks." Rhys shoots up, their face lighting up. "Oh my god, dudes, we should so totally actually do that though." "UH, it was just an example," "I'm not sure where we would get tylo," Rhys hits their hands on the table. "No, guys. He loves jokes, he loves MORBID jokes, he IS a ghost and he'd totally survive it! And again, he'd think it was so funny. All Benji's idea, of course. I'm so proud of you I could die." "Are you sure it won't do anything?" "I mean, he gets tossed around all the time and heals up quick. And this is *poison*, the type that works on *humans*. And if you're so unsure we can add a non-fatal amount, just in case he wants a kiss after." Benjamin nods slowly. Jill is already on board. "Alright but really, where are we going to get tylotoxin?"

---------- Danny had been liking the recent trend of tangible appreciation, but. Damn it all. He didn't have much right to feel betrayed, since he'd let his guard down. Nobody could have done this before anyway. He'd practically enabled them. He was still feeling pretty freaking angry at whoever had poisoned him. He doesn't know exactly who that was, though, since he's not sure when exactly they did it. -- The night he noticed it, he was just going home in the evening. It had a good chance to be one of those nights with no attacks to present issues, especially given that it was summer. He was walking instead of flying home, mainly out of preference, but started feeling tired enough to change his mind. After getting home and landing in his room, he was all prepared to wait another hour or so for ghostly latecomers, and yet so very, very ready to go to sleep. As soon as he turned human, though, he abruptly doubled over. It was a very abrupt, intense pain, and although he managed to get up when the shock wore off, it showed no signs of lessening. He pushed his shoes off and lied on his bed, grabbing for his phone. He couldn't tell where it was coming from. As he dialed for Tucker, he tried to think about the most recent attack, or the one before that. He didn't remember any wounds. Could it have been poison? "Danny, what's up." "Tucker, hey, uh." Tucker was already sighing over the phone. "You have a problem then?" "Don't know what would give you that idea..." "You always do this, man." His tone made it sound like Danny should know what exactly "this" was. "Besides, I'd hope you aren't calling about anything that could wait at this hour." "Okay fine. ...This hurts, like, a lot." Danny felt very tired, now, and his attempts to sit up weren't doing so hot. "Shit, man. What happened?" "I don't know. I think it's poison, some kind. Started hurting when I got home... When I was human." "What? That's not... Hmmm." Tucker sets his phone down. Probably checking something-or-other. Danny was feeling worse by the second. It hurt a lot, and it hit him that he might want to leave his house. He didn't think he could make it through an interaction with anyone here. Of course, he also felt like he didn't have the energy to get up and leave. Man, at least he wasn't throwing up. But now his head was hurting, and he curled up trying not to make a sound. He noticed he was clutching his phone now, hard, and lightened up before it could crack. Did Tucker say something? Shit, could poison do that? Concussions did that, was it a headache thing? "Uhhhh I wanna go. Your place? Sam's place, going there cool." Danny flipped his phone shut in and instant and slipped into a ghostly form before he even checked the door. Remembering that one second later, he zipped his head around to find it was fortunately shut, with no sign that anyone else at home had seen him. His thoughts already felt clearer, and the pain felt much more muted. Now, being Phantom dulled most of the pain, though there was still an ache in his stomach. Did that mean it was poison he ingested? Who'd have done that? He's still not sure. After flying to Sam's place, he discovered that she was on a video call with Tucker. He's really glad he can count on them. "Sam. Tucker. Sorry Tucker, actually. I don't think I was thinking clearly." He sat on the bed, which appeared to be different than the last he saw. Change of scenery, he guessed. "It doesn't hurt so much now, and I can think. It's mostly hurting my stomach now, actually. Did I eat poison?" Sam got him to lie down on her bed, which felt pretty weird considering he was still wearing boots. But he sat up to look at Tucker on the screen, who was talking about what they knew. "Most of your enemies don't use poison. And yeah, Skulker shows up a lot, but he's an outlier, and it's been a while since he was here anyway." "Yeah, 'cause we /totaled/ his suit last time." Danny grinned, and for a brief second so did Tucker. Then he got back to it. "Most poisons wouldn't take that long to affect someone, without /some/ sign. Nothing?" Sam nodded as Tucker spoke, probably out of further poison knowledge. Danny didn't think so. Skulker was about a week or two ago, by now? "No. I mean, I felt tired before flying home, but that was still only today." Sam jumped on his words. "Like, abnormally tired? Is this another symptom?" "It could be. I think it also stopped when I went ghost, too, so there's another point." They listened to Tucker adding that detail to his notes, before Sam looked out the window, furrowing her brow. "The thing is, it's obviously a human poison, if that's true. Which could still be a ghostly enemy, but if you can get out of it so easily then what's the point? Especially since other stuff, like sickness, leaves quicker, when your temperature doesn't already repel them." Danny frowned. "Did someone try to poison me? Human me? Why would someone do that?" "I don't know! Who'd hate you enough for that, most people just don't really care! The only person who comes to mind is Vlad, which seems unlikely." "Yeah, pretty sure he still needs me alive for some reason or another." Even with the cloning efforts, Danny 1.0 wasn't obsolete yet. Sam walked to the other side of the room, to a table. It was a very small table, but as Sam lifted the edge of the long tablecloth, she grabbed a large bag from beneath. She returned with this in hand, her first-aid kit showing from within. "We're hoping it will help if we can tell what kind of poison it is. Might at least give us an idea of where to look." Danny grimaced, but nodded. "Yeah okay, alright, should probably switch back for that? Yeah." Before his friends could protest, he flipped forms to his human self. Danny immediately was forced to lie completely down, without the energy to continue sitting. "Urrrrrr." The pain hit once more at the same time. Was it worse than before? He closed his eyes tightly. "Danny! Damn it. Okay, his breathing is really fast." As she turned toward him, her voice sounded louder. He tried to focus on what she said. "We'll try to get through this quickly, but just turn back if you need to, alright?" He didn't respond. "Alright, temperature. Tucker, you're recording all this, yeah?" After Tucker presumably confirmed, Danny felt something press across his forehead. "Oh, man. Feels way too warm. I'm not liking this..." Tucker's voice from behind Sam said something Danny couldn't make out. It was probably bad. "Okay," Sam said, and Danny couldn't hear the rest. Then something poked his arm, right on the wrist. He opened his eyes, to find he was in Sam's room. She was holding his hand, and he wanted to ask about that, but he couldn't seem to. She seemed to be getting upset about something. He closed his eyes again. It felt like only a second before he managed to open them again. He tilted his head to the side to see what was up, but there was a curtain in the way. Apparently Sam's new bed had curtains on it. He moved to shift them out of the way, and found Sam sitting at her computer, frowning. "Hey, I think the poison went away. It doesn't hurt anymore." She turned around in her chair with wide eyes, before remembering he was weird and partially relaxing. "Are you sure, Danny? That was fast." "I'm thinking pretty clearly, so yeah. Not sure I remember all of that, but yeah." Sam seemed skeptical. "How did you just get the poison out of your body?" Danny shrugged. "Ghost stuff? I dunno, I'm willing to blame it on my good old fighting /spirit/." He smiled at her, but she didn't seem convinced. "Let me try something." Sam got up and walked to stand by where he was lying. "I'm not so sure it's over, but this should test whether it's done." Before Danny could say a word, she'd grabbed his arm and given it a scratch with her nails. "Hey!" he had to shout, touching where she'd clawed. Looking at it, it wasn't bleeding, but some skin was torn. Then Danny realized it didn't hurt. Sam looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Nothing? Probably not quite over, then. Besides, you were only out for a few minutes after your heart stopped, and I doubt all of the poison left your system in that time." "Guess it hasn't given up the ghost, then. But I won't either. I must be thinking with my core right now, which explains why I'm not feeling it. I hope it gets out soon, or else it's going to suck when my brain comes back online. Or worse, my nerves." It did get worse. Even despite the fact he didn't feel the tiredness as a ghost, he couldn't manage to get anything done, since at any point another function, with its associated pain sensors, could come back. He had to stay at Sam's the whole week, and as his human form started working with the rest again, even getting to a different room of the house was an effort. Worse still was when his brain activity did return, and he wished it didn't, because this time it didn't stop his heart. He just had to stay that way, in extreme pain, waiting for it to be over and getting annoyed by how hard it was to focus on anything. By the end of it, he was outright wishing for another illness or poison he could just vomit out. ------- He still doesn't know who did it. Not exactly. But he's figured it out. It must have been someone who gave him food. It must have been someone who doesn't know human poison doesn't work on ghosts, because anyone who knows he's a halfa is unlikely to be involved. And now he's just cursing himself for trusting anybody like that. The worst week of his life, that must have been. After all, the second worst week featured a /fast/ and painful death. ------- Luke's been trying to get Phantom's attention again for ages now, with Terry out of the hospital. After disappearing, the hero has been more reclusive, less willing to talk to people. He hasn't been accepting gifts, anymore, but he'd said he'd like to see Terry's work! His friends eventually convince him to give it up. Phantom doesn't want to talk, right now. ------- What happened to Phantom? He's shown a definite change in behaviour, talking less to civilians. He's declined all offerings since his disappearance. The first time he was seen in a week, he moved differently, almost as if he hadn't moved in a while. Hypothesis: He's been trapped within some place in the Ghost Zone, immobile, and interdimensional time dilation made it a longer stay than we've experienced. He's having trouble acclimating back to Amity. ------- They haven't talked about what they did. Not while Phantom stayed out of commission, the whole week. And not for another week, as the fallout of whatever happened became clear. As it became clear the blame was on them. But Benjamin's guilty conscience wouldn't let him keep silent forever, even if he was afraid to say it very loud. "I wish I hadn't gone to that stupid first-person workshop. Wish we hadn't gotten attacked, and I wish he never freaking pulled me out." He glares into his cup. "Benny, it's not your fault." Jill says, probably about to say something 'helpful'. But Benjamin starts first, and it might not /help/ but it feels just a bit better to blame someone else. "Of course not, I'm not the one who thought it was a /good/ idea to poison a hero." Rhys, previously silent, meets every challenge at equal measure. "Oh, yeah, because it was so stupid. I was totally right, if any one of us /bothered/ to check whether poison affects stupid ghosts. Or said something! You could have /told/ your little boyfriend the secret ingredient wasn't exactly love. Bet he'd know if this could be excused under 'love & war'." "Like you know one thing about love, you black widow. Do /you/ poison everyone you date? It wasn't my /idea/ to make him sick, I was grateful!" "So was I Benj! I'm so glad you're here with me it hurts, and I just thought surely, someone as dead as I am inside would appreciate a joke, but the joke fell flat. It fucked him up. I fucked up, yeah!" And everything's quiet a minute. Benjamin drinks his odd choice in summer beverage, and finds that it's cooled down some. Jill speaks up, quietly. "I poisoned somebody." Sitting sideways in the booth, she curls in on herself, upset. "Jill, no, it wasn't your idea, it was mine. Rhys lifts their sunglasses off. "I'm the one who actually seriously meant that." "I cook and I poisoned somebody. What am I gonna do?" Benjamin tries to offer her a back pat, but her legs are in the way. He pats her knees instead. "You didn't know it would poison him. You had every reason to think it would be fine." "Isn't there a rule or something that says you're not allowed to cook anymore if you poison somebody?" "That's a negligence thing though. Or incompetence. Definitely doesn't count if we gave you wrong information." Jill sips her drink through the straw, ignoring the whipped cream on top. A bad sign. "I never want to do that again." "What- Jill, you love to cook! You passionately rant about spices and-" "I mean the poisoning." "Oh, yeah, totally. Don't do that." -------- Danny Fenton doesn't know every person in this city, but he feels like he's at least seen most of them. Even if he's never talked to them, he's probably indirectly saved their life at some point. The ones he's least directly saved tend to hate him the most. Yet sometimes, even people he doesn't recognize will show him kindness. Danny likes feeling appreciated, more than even as much shouting as his detractors do can take from him. He'll talk to people again, and not just to save them. He'll trust people again, even if it's hard right now. And maybe, years later, he'll be able to hear the true story and laugh. But for now, Danny needs to think.

[fanficjjigae]

Hello ^^ i love your writing of topsu and one of my fave things is the sexual tension/teasing between these two, i would like to ask for a drabble of su giving top a lapdance and it ending in cuddles... if you feel like writing something like this ofcourse!

I’m sorry for taking so long to post your drabble here! Brain Cramp! I’m so glad you found it over on A03 and that you liked it!! 

Junsu grabbed the remote from the table and started scrolling through the options, trying to find the absolutely most best choice, one that would blow Seung Hyun’s score out of the water. His man was on fire tonight! Part of him knew he should be proud, but his little-known competitive nature had been poked at by Seung Hyun’s “come on, just try and beat that” eyebrow wiggle.

Him and that dumb stupid sexy eyebrow—Junsu fell for it every time.

Nope. Nope. Nope. He discarded choice after choice, nothing tickling his fancy. “Has this console even been updated?” he complained. “I know you hate the idea of anyone else learning your deep dark secret love for these things, but in your effort not to get noticed, we end up at the crappiest places.”

He sunk lower in the overstuffed couch which dwarfed the wall of the tiny room — obviously, a reject from someone’s living room. The thing was ugly. So ugly. But, he had to admit, wriggling his rear into the soft cushions, surprisingly comfy.

Of course, that could just be the tired in his bones, the tired brought on by two performances in one day. He loved playing Dorian Gray, but he was so freaking tired. He could feel it all the way down to his baby toe. He wriggled it in his shoe. Yep. Even that was too tired.

But it didn’t matter. He was here. Seung Hyun was here. They were out on a rare date night, one that took place outside of the confines of their home and he was going to enjoy it.

The last notes of the song faded and Junsu clapped his hands. “You were great!”

“You were hardly paying attention.” Seung Hyun said, tossing himself down on the couch. “Fuck, if this thing weren’t so ass ugly I’d say let’s steal it.”

“Steal it? You have like a bajillion dollars. Don’t steal it. Pay what it’s worth. One? Two won?”

“Five at least.” He rested his head on Junsu’s lap and looked up at him. “So. Did you pick your song or are you ready to admit defeat?

“Remember when I first took you to one of these places?” Junsu said, “I’m beginning to regret that.”

“You’re just upset that you’re a loser and I’m a winner.”’ He reached up and poked Junsu on the nose. “Loser.” he pointed at himself. “Winner.”

Junsu’s face lost all expression. “Oh. You want to see a loser?” he said. He then stood up abruptly, letting Seung Hyun’s head, having lost it’s prime spot on Junsu’s lap, bounce against the couch.

“Pretty sure I’m already seeing a loser right now.” He said, unperturbed by what had to be the single brain cell bouncing around in his big empty head—or at least that’s what Junsu assumed.

“Oh. Is there a mirror in here?”Junsu asked. “That way, so you can, you know, see yourself.”

“You’re not very good at the trash talk are you?” Seung Hyun said.

“....no. But that’s okay.” Junsu protested. “I don’t need to be good at insults, I just need to kick your butt.”  He turned back to the tv which had just continued to rotate song snippets while it waited for them to make their next choice. This really was a bad place, Junsu thought. Their title selection is sad, sad, sad.  

“If you ask me nicely, I’ll spot you a few points.” Seung Hyun said.

Junsu threw the irritating love of his life a look —someone was going to be in truh-ble later he thought as he continued his scroll. Woah. He slowed down and then paused. Woah. That’s okay, he didn’t need a new song, he realized as a plot, a scheme, a terribly awesome idea forming in his brain —he didn’t need to win to win -- Seung Hyun was going to give him the prize.

With a triumphant side eye glance at Seung Hyun, Junsu hit the button and made his choice.

“Troublemaker?” Seung Hyun watched him make his decision before letting out a snort. “Why does it make sense that you would choose a song called Troublemaker?”

Junsu ignored him (for now) and shoved himself up off the couch.

When the familiar whistle of the song, Junsu puckered his lips and blew into the microphone. He closed his eyes, against the cocky look of his annoying boyfriend and let the music take over him. As he sang the words he brought to mind the dance which, if he remembered it properly, was pretty much a lot of posing and butt thrusting.

Perfect.

He forced himself to forget the competition, and he put himself into the song, moving his hips, swish, swish, dip, swish, swish, dip. Eyes still closed, he allowed his hands to float over his body, feeling his own form, luring the one he knew was watching to linger and stare — feeling the want, sensing the other man's desire to run his own hands down Junsu's body. Slowly he opened his eyes and caught Seung Hyun staring at him, transfixed, as though nothing else existed in this room except for him, Junsu, and the hum of their feelings for each other -- because Junsu could feel it -- could feel that want, could feel Seung Hyun’s love as if it were real physical thing reaching out to him.

Like always.

Pleased, he circled his hips and popped up his ass, knowing just how much Seung Hyun loved his ass. Had trouble keeping his hands off it. He broke from the dance and moved his hands from his hips to just linger on his rear and watched Seung Hyun’s eyes go dark.

Peeking back just again to make sure there was no window in the door to their room, Junsu let his fingers slip to the bottom of his t-shirt, inching it up slightly with the sound of the music, giving Seung Hyun flashes of the skin underneath. Neatly, he circled his hips again and dodged Seung Hyun’s questing fingers.

All pretence of singing over, Junsu dropped the mike and, with a cock of his own eyebrow, (because he had been living for Seung Hyun for a year now, some things were bound to wear off on him) and slowly, slowly enough that he knew it would drive Seung Hyun mad, he stripped off the t-shirt and tossed it at him, trying not to laugh as Seung Hyun missed when he tried batting it away and the soft grey cotton hit him directly in the face.

Deciding to push his luck— or he couldn’t stay away (he didn’t want to look too closely as to the real reason)—he drifted over to Seung Hyun, nudging his legs apart with his knee and settled himself, swaying, moving to the music in front of him. With him. Almost on top of him.

Because it was really where he wanted to be.

Rocking himself in a circle, he twisted and dipped low, until his ass almost brushed Seung Hyun. Troublemaker . He let himself sink a little further and softly rubbed, circled himself on Seung Hyun’s cock. He closed his eyes against the feel of it. How quickly their love turned to want. Seung Hyun just felt so good and that, in turn, made Junsu feel good.

He felt Seung Hyun’s hands reach out and grab his hips. Felt those fingers slip over his skin, fingers dig into his muscle —but Junsu wasn’t ready to end his tease, his dance, his victory and he pulled away and rose up once more, twisting and dancing, throwing in the body rolls that he knew, after years of practice, bent and contorted his body in a way that screamed sex.

“Junsu.” Seung Hyun growled low in his throat. “Come back here.”

“ Uhhuh… .” Junsu said, teasing. Hyuna would never give in that easy. She’d tease and tease until her partner was crazy for her. He channeled his inner Hyuna and threw himself into the sexy dance—which was basically, pose, pose, sexy butt move. Watching Seung Hyun who, while he may look casual, his eyes heavy lidded. tucked low into the old couch, Junsu knew from their time together that he was on alert. High alert. Junsu thought with a giggle. He gazed down to the lump forming in Seung Hyun’s jeans. Very high indeed.

“Do you want me to come closer?” Junsu asked. Trying to decide what he wanted to do when he got the inevitable answer. “Cloooser?”

“Junsu.” Seung Hyun said, his voice dark and husky. “You’re fucking unbelievable, you know that?”

“Yep,” Junsu said gleefully and, deciding he’d had enough with his game, stalked his way back to Seung Hyun. He leaned in, bracing his hands on either side of Seung Hyun’s head, climbing up, a knee on either side of Seung Hyun’s until he had him completely trapped beneath him. Knowing the song was hitting the last chorus, he bent to Seung Hyun’s ear.

“ Troublemaker… ” he whisper-sang, his lips grazing Seung Hyun’s skin. The feel of Seung Hyun shuddering beneath him, the feel of Seung Hyun’s hands, reaching, questing up over his hips to rest on the curve of his ass, made him smile in triumph.

“Troublemaker,” he whispered again, as Seung Hyun shifted his head forward to lean against Junsu’s shoulder. “How many points is that worth, Seung Hyun-ah?” he asked, rocking his hips, coming in for the kill.

“Huh?” Seung Hyun asked, dazed, distracted from squeezing and caressing Junsu. It took everything Junsu had not to react, not to give in, not to fudging take him right there.

“How,” he licked around the edge of Seung Hyun’s ear lobe. “Many,” he sucked in the skin and sucked gently. “Points?” He bit down and tugged.

“All of them.” Seung Hyun said, his voice hoarse and low a rough sandpaper that rubbed itself down Junsu’s spine. "All yours."

“Good.” He grinned and pulled away, grabbing his t-shirt from where it landed and shrugged it back on. “I win.”

“What?” Seung Hyun asked, confused, his eyes dazed from a sudden absence of boyfriend in his arms.

“I get all the points. I win the game.” Junsu said making his face as wide-eyed and innocent as he could, throwing in a few blinks for good measure.

He watched as his scheme dawned on Seung Hyun, as he let his head fall back on the couch in disbelief. “You fucking brat,” he breathed out.

Grinning, Junsu plopped himself down on the couch next to him and curled up into his side, squirming and adjusting until he was buried into the cushions, until he’d tugged Seung Hyun’s arm over his head and thrown his legs over Seung Hyun’s lap, making himself the perfect Junsu cuddle spot. “I’m your fucking brat,” he said.

With a chuckle, Seung Hyun bent down and kissed Junsu’s head. “Fuck yeah, you are.”

[gleeomeglerp]

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like Crisscolfer, and Klaine.

Stranger: (Cheerio!Kurt/Jock!Blaine) Hey you, I wanted to congratulate you again for making the winning touchdown in the game! Are you going to be at Santana’s party tonight? -K

You: I wouldn't miss the party for the world. I take it you're going to be there? -B

Stranger: Good to know! Yeah, I'll definitely be there. -K

You: Great! I'm sure I'll see you there. -B

Stranger: I sure hope we see each other! Talk to you then, Blaine! -K

You: Talk to you later. -B

Stranger: Once home, Kurt changed out of his uniform, showering before changing into a tight pair of jeans and a red sweater, wanting to show a little bit of school spirit even if he wasn't still in his uniform. Once his hair was perfect he left with Finn for Santana's, keeping his eye out for Blaine as the night went on, entertained by the antics of everyone around him.

You: Blaine changed into his skinny jeans and football t-shirt that was a little tight on him, since he'd bulked up a bit since he first got the shirt. He didn't mind if it was a bit snug, he liked showing off how much muscle he'd gained since last year and he was secretly trying to show off for a certain cheerio. He checked himself one last time in the mirror before leaving for the party. He found his friends and team mates right away and began celebrating their victory, and before long he was on the dance floor having the time of his life.

Stranger: Kurt was currently being roped into baking a couple batches of cookies, knowing they would be gone in no time like most of the other snacks that Santana kept pulling out. Once the cookies were done, Kurt got them out of the oven, shooing several of the football players away, not wanting anyone to touch them until they cooled a little. Santana told Kurt that Blaine made it, so Kurt moved from the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of beer, mostly for the look of holding it- definitely not being much of a drinker. Kurt took a tiny sip before settling down on a nearby couch, watching Blaine dance with a raised brow, unable to stop smiling.

You: Blaine continued dancing the music, shaking his ass a little and not caring who saw. He was here to have fun and celebrate and that's just what he was about to do. Blaine spotted Kurt as he was dancing, and started dancing over toward the cheerio. "You look like you want to get up and dance." He said, doing a fun little dance in front of Kurt to try to get him to join in. "I know you've got moves you're just dying to bust out, and this song is great for moving." He smiled, holding out his hand to help Kurt up.

Stranger: "I've just been enjoying the view but... you know I won't ever turn down a dance." Kurt said in reply, winking at Blaine, sitting his beer down on the end table, taking his hand to get up and dance, letting himself get lost in the music as he moved. "You get an A plus in dancing." Kurt called out over the music.

You: "Enjoying the view, hu? Do you see anything in particular that you like?" He asked cheekily, walking back to the dance floor with Kurt. "An A plus? That's quite a compliment coming from a cheerio like you!" He grinned. "I guess all that staring at the routine's paid off in the end after all." He winked, moving along to the music with Kurt.

Stranger: "Mm, I'm quite partial to your moves where you did all that ass shaking." Kurt smirked, moving in a bit more as he continued to move with Blaine. "You watch our routine? Watch out football team, the Cheerios may steal you away." Kurt teased, winking at Blaine.

You: "Hmm, so you were watching my ass, hu?" Blaine teased, moving in a little closer to Kurt since the dance floor was starting to get a little more crowded. "Of course I do. I watch every routine I can. I've got to support my fellow McKinley team, plus you guys are amazing. I'd feel like i was missing out if I didn't watch." He grinned. "Oh, I think football is where it's at for me. I could never do all those tricks and moves. I don't think the uniform would look good on me, either, I don't exactly have the cheerleader figure." He said. Even though he wasn't overweight, he was pretty bulked up and muscular for football, not slim and muscular like the cheerios.

Stranger: "Guilty." Kurt replied, moving into Blaine a bit as they continued to dance. "That much is true- you do have an /amazing/ figure though." Kurt commented. "Very muscular- I feel like I could jump into your arms and you not drop me." Kurt teased Blaine, winking at him, moving his hand up to touch Blaine's arm with a playful smile.

You: "I don't mind. I was kind of shaking it for you." He smirked, moving along with the music. "I appreciate the compliment. I do work hard in the gym. You have a perfect figure, though. I don't think most people could pull off that cheerios uniform as well as you do. It doesn't exactly look forgiving." He said. "You? I'd never drop you. I could catch like it's nothing." He said, picking Kurt up and spinning the both of them in a circle before setting him down again.

Stranger: Kurt giggled, clinging onto Blaine as he spun him, keeping his arms wrapped around him as he settled him back down, continuing to move to the music. "That was fun." Kurt commented. "Thanks- you're sweet. The uniform is horrible- fun fact, the guys have to wear thongs under to keep from showing ugly lines in them." Kurt admitted.

You: "It's really not that bad. You make it work. You always look absolutely amazing in the uniform." He said, raising his eyebrow at the comment about the thong. "I didn't know that you guys had to wear thongs. That must suck having to do all those tricks in a thong." He said. "Isn't there a better option?"

Stranger: "Thank you- I have a love-hate relationship with my uniform. I love cheerleading but... not my favorite thing to wear." Kurt laughed before nodding. "Not really, no. Lines show with anything else, and I mean... I can't go commando, and just... flop all over during my tricks. That /definitely/ wouldn't be cute either." Kurt commented, making a face. "I make it work but the first thing I do when I go home after practice is shower and put on sweats. I don't know why I'm telling you all this, I swear, I've only had one sip of beer." Kurt laughed.

You: "I can see why." Blaine said, scrunching up his nose. Even though his football uniform wasn't always the most comfortable, at least he didn't have to deal with wearing a thong. "No, of course not. You wouldn't want that." Blaine said, trying desperately to /not/ think of Kurt wearing nothing under his uniform pants. "I can imagine. I'm sure that gets pretty uncomfortable after half a performance, especially after you've worked up a sweat." He said. "Mhm, one sip. How big was that sip?" He teased. "Guys don't normally tell me about their underwear on the dance floor if they've only had one sip of beer."

Stranger: "It's horrendous." Kurt replied, wrinkling his nose, laughing slightly. "I promise, just one sip!" Kurt stated. "You're just... easy to talk to, I guess. I definitely don't typically talk about my underwear either, you're just special, I guess." Kurt teased, eyes lighting up as one of his favorite songs came on. "I /love/ this song." Kurt commented, moving to it and softly singing along.

You: "I believe you on the one sip thing. Totally." He teased a little. "You're really easy to talk to, also. You're not the judgey type, so I feel like I can say anything that's on my mind without you thinking different of me." He said. "If it makes you feel any better, the athletic support isn't exactly the most comfortable to wear either, I just don't think it's as bad as a thong, since it doesn't go up the crack." He said, moving along with Kurt when the song changed.

Stranger: "I'll show you my beer when we finish dancing." Kurt teased, raising an eyebrow. "It... definitely doesn't look comfortable, it looks very strappy." Kurt said with a soft laugh, leaning into Blaine a bit more. "Oh the joys of high school sports." Kurt joked, posing with Blaine as Quinn came by, snapping a picture of the two of them. "The two of you are really cute, couple of the year kind of cute." Quinn teased. "Shut up, Quinn!" Kurt told her as she smiled. "I'll text this to the two of you." She commented, moving around to mingle with more people. "Are your friends as annoying as mine?" Kurt asked Blaine playfully.

You: "How do I know it's not your second or third beer." Blaine teased. "It is quite strappy, I guess." He chuckled. "Better than a glorified piece of dental floss." He said. "The things we do for what we love, hu? I guess sometimes the pain is worth it in the end." He said, blushing a bit when Quinn called them the couple of the year. "I think at times they can be even more annoying if that's possible." He sighed. "A bunch of teenage boys after hours of practice? It's not always pretty."

Stranger: "I guess you have to trust me. Really though- I'm not much of a drinker. I don't like... not being aware of what's going on around me." Kurt said, laughing. "What about you- how many beers have you had?" Kurt asked Blaine, raising an eyebrow. "The pain is /so/ worth it. I love the rush of cheering for the games and I love going to competition, I can deal." Kurt laughed. "Oooh, come on, tell me. Spill the tea. Our practice usually ends before yours- I never get the fun of locker room talks- not really. I mean, there are three other guys on the Cheerios but I just figure it's a lot different than a room full of football players." Kurt said with a laugh.

You: "I do trust you Kurt. I was just joking around." Blaine said seriously, putting his hand on Kurt's arm. "You seem perfectly aware of your surroundings, just a little rambly." He said. "Me? Oh, I've had one, maybe one and a half." He said. He wasn't a big drinker, but he did like to have a little bit here and there to celebrate a good win. "I can imagine. I'm sure once you're out there performing, you don't even care what you're wearing or what's digging in where." He said. "I'm sure it's quite different than with just the cheerios, there's a lot more guys in a small space and I feel like the football players are probably more worked up after a good practice than the cheerios. I think sometimes all the sweaty guy-tackling-guy action brings out the ultra butch side in a lot of the guys. God forbid anyone think they're gay, /even though there's nothing wrong with that, Anderson./" He said, a little sharply.

Stranger: Kurt smiled, laughing quietly. "Get used to it... I'm always kind of rambly." Kurt commented. "Mmm, so you've had enough to open up a little with also still knowing exactly what's going on tonight- nice." Kurt stated. "That actually... really makes sense." Kurt said with a soft laugh. "I could see that. With us... well, two of the guy Cheerios are dating each other, so they're usually off in their own little corner talking and flirting with one another, and the other one is straight and dating another girl on the squad so, I usually have to listen to him talk about how hot she was during practice or the game.... in return he is a good listener when I want to talk about how hot /you/ are." Kurt told Blaine, smirking.

You: "I'm more than used to it. I kind of love how rambly you are." Blaine smirked. "Yeah, I guess you could say so. I'm not going to make any stupid decisions, at least nothing that I wouldn't do when I haven't been drinking, but I'm feeling pretty good right now. That could just be your presence, though." He said. Okay, maybe the beer helped to open him up just a tad. "That must not be too horrible. At least you only have to really deal with one straight guy." He said, raising his eyebrow when Kurt told him that he talked about him. "Oh? You talk about me in the locker room? I think it's your turn to spill a little tea. I deserve to know what you're saying about me behind my back." He smirked, pulling Kurt in a little closer.

Stranger: "Oh yeah? I'm glad to hear it." Kurt grinned. "I'm feeling good too- I really like... you know, spending time with you. You're fun. Nice too." Kurt smiled. "And yeah, I definitely talk about you in the locker room. Usually about how good you're doing and how hot you look in your uniform." Kurt winked. "How I wonder if you like... notice me or whatever." Kurt continued.

Stranger: (brb)

You: "Definitely. It's one of my favorite things about you." Blaine smiled. "I love spending time with you, too. I feel like we really get each other. We connect without much effort, it's just natural with us." He said. "You've noticed how good I've been doing lately? I wasn't sure if anyone noticed all the time and effort I've been putting in to get better. If we're talking about looking good in uniforms, then we definitely need to talk about you. Have you gained a little muscle in your legs? Your pants have been looking a little snugger lately." He said, patting Kurt's thigh gently. "I definitely notice you. How could I not, you just draw my attention in, no matter where you are. My eyes just naturally find you every time."

Stranger: "Blaaaaaine." Kurt said, face on fire, blushing at all the compliments, his stomach flipping as he felt Blaine's hand on his thigh. "My face is going to explode, I probably look like a tomato right now." Kurt said as he leaned into Blaine. "It means a lot that you pay so much attention." Kurt said, once he finally gained the ability to speak again. "How could I not notice though? You were gorgeous before, definitely but wow... you've really put a lot of work in." Kurt murmured, touching Blaine's arm again. "I'm glad that we are both... you know, on each other's radar."

You: "You're the cutest tomato I've ever seen." Blaine said. "How could I not pay attention to you? You're by far the sexiest one on the squad and the best dancer, just don't tell Santana that, I think she could actually kick my ass." He chuckled. "Thanks. I'm glad somebody noticed. I'm really glad you were the one to notice. I've always wanted to impress you." He said, blushing a bit. "You're definitely on my radar, Kurt."

Stranger: "I'm very, very impressed." Kurt laughed, continuing to beam at Blaine. "Hey, want to take a little dance break? I'm about to die of thirst." Kurt commented. "Maybe we can talk a little bit more?" Kurt suggested.

You: "I wouldn't mind taking a little break." Blaine said. "We can get something to drink and go some place a little more quiet if you'd like." He said, walking with Kurt off of the dance floor. "Are you feeling another beer, or maybe we could find something non-alcoholic around here somewhere."

Stranger: "Some water would be great if we could find some." Kurt said, taking Blaine's hand in his and walking toward the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, Kurt bent down to grab himself a water, turning slightly to glance up at Blaine. "Want one? Or want a coke or sprite or something?" Kurt asked him.

You: "There must be some around here somewhere." Blaine said, following Kurt into the kitchen. He couldn't help but enjoy the view as Kurt bent down to get a water. "Whatever you can find is fine. Surprise me." Blaine said, stumbling into Kurt when one of the football players knocked him from behind. "Fuck, sorry. I didn't mean to do that." He said, luckily catching himself before he completely knocked the both of them over.

Stranger: Kurt grabbed a second water for Blaine, laughing softly as Blaine knocked into him. "You're fine, oh god. I'm glad I didn't fall into the cooler, an ice bath would not be fun right now." Kurt laughed, standing up and handing Blaine his water. "Where do you want to go to find somewhere quiet? Outside? Upstairs?" Kurt asked.

You: "I'm really sorry. I think some of the guys still have it out for me." He sighed taking the water from Kurt. "Wherever you want to go is fine, just as long as we're away from some of the craziness I'll be happy." He said, opening up the water to take a sip.

Stranger: "It's fine, I'm glad you're okay." Kurt said, leaning in to give Blaine a small hug. "Let's go upstairs. I'm staying over here tonight and I want to make sure no one is having sex in the room I'm sleeping in anyway." Kurt said with a giggle, taking Blaine's hand and walking with him upstairs to one of the many guest rooms, turning on the light and closing the door once they got up to it. "It feels nice not to have to like... yell now." Kurt told Blaine.

You: Blaine smiled as he hugged Kurt back. "That's a good idea. I wouldn't want to sleep in a bed that somebody's been having sex in all night if I were you." He said, following Kurt upstairs to the guest room. "Yeah, I feel like my ears could use a little break from all the noise, too." He said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "Not that I minded having to get close to you to have a conversation, but it's nice to feel a little air flow. It was getting pretty hot down there."

Stranger: Kurt sat down beside Blaine, leaving a little space between them. "We can definitely get close again if you want." Kurt teased Blaine, scooting in a little. Kurt opened his water, drinking a good bit of it before putting the lid back on, nodding. "It was hot down there, you are a dancing machine." Kurt teased, gently elbowing Blaine's side. "We can go back down in a little while to dance and mingle a bit if you want- I feel a little guilty about hogging you for myself right now."

You: "Mm, that's good to know." Blaine smirked, moving just a touch closer to Kurt. "I was just trying to impress you with my moves. I don't want you thinking I'm just another jock with no rhythm." He said, smiling a bit. "Yeah, we can always head back down once we've cooled off and rested a bit. Plus, we wouldn't want anyone getting the wrong idea. I'm not so sure if anyone else would really care that I'm not gracing them with my presence tonight, though."

Stranger: "I'm super impressed, you're good." Kurt grinned before nodding. "And true... I don't want to be a hot piece of gossip for the next week... especially for something that we didn't do." Kurt said with a bit of a smirk. "That's not true though- /everyone/ likes being around you. You just bring this amazing energy to a room, people light up when they talk to you." Kurt told Blaine softly.

You: "You really think so?" Blaine asked, smiling widely at the compliment from Kurt. "Definitely not. If they're going to talk, I'd rather give them something to talk about." He said. "Like drunkenly dancing the macarena naked or something." He added quickly, trying to think fast so Kurt wouldn't think he was trying to suggest anything happens between them tonight. "I'm sure people don't mind being around me, but I'm sure they don't miss me down there. Everyone's too preoccupied to really care that I'm off having more fun, and even if they did care, I'd rather be here with you any day." He smiled.

Stranger: Kurt laughed, hiding his face for a moment. "Okay, now I can't get the image of you dancing the macarena naked out of my head. Don't you dare." Kurt laughed. "I mean... honestly, I wouldn't mind a private show so much, but, that's besides the point." Kurt teased. "I'd rather be with you too though- I was really excited when I learned you would be coming." Kurt said softly.

You: "Oh, is that right, now? Now I'm going to have to do it just because." Blaine smirked, pretending to pull off his shirt, but pulling it back down before he exposed much. "I'd have to have more than just a couple beers in me to do that. Or there would have to be money involved. Or you'd have to be joining me." He joked, getting just a flash of the mental image of Kurt doing the macarena through his mind before he pushed it far far away. "You were? You're not just saying that to make me feel good about myself?" He asked softly. "If I can confess, you're the main reason I wanted to come tonight. I never want to pass up a chance to see you."

Stranger: "Blaaaaine." Kurt said, laughing and ducking his face, beginning to blush again. "Maybe one day. Make the winning touchdown in the remainder of the seasons games and I will." Kurt said playfully before nodding. "I was. Recently you weren't at one of the parties and I was just... ugh. It sucked. So... that's why I decided to text you. If you weren't coming I think I would have figured out a reason to not come. Don't get me wrong, I love coming to these parties but... they can get to be a bit much."

You: "Oh, you're so on!" Blaine grinned. "Can I have that in writing? I don't want you to back out on me at the last minute if I manage to do it." He teased. "Was it the party after I got tackled pretty badly? I think that's the last time I missed a party, I needed to ice my whole body." He groaned, just thinking about how sore he was that night. "You wouldn't have even came if I didn't? I agree, sometimes they can be a little much. I enjoy hanging out with the team and the cheerios, but sometimes a little of them goes a long way, especially if everyone's pumped up on adrenaline and add alcohol to the mix."

Stranger: Kurt rolled his eyes playfully at Blaine, moving to grab a piece of paper from a notebook he brought with him in his overnight bag that he used to write random lists in before beginning to scrawl out. 'If Blaine Anderson scores the /last/ touchdown and the Titans win all SIX of their remaining games I will dance the macarena naked with him.' Kurt signed the paper, folding it up and handing it to Blaine. "I mean... I don't doubt your skill, if anyone can do it you can... but I feel like I just signed my life away." Kurt laughed before wincing. "Oh that was a rough one. I didn't know that it was as bad as it sounds, I'm glad you were okay to play the next week." Kurt commented. "It is. I love my friends but... it can all get a bit dramatic sometimes, you know?"

You: Blaine took the paper from Kurt and looked it over carefully. "I'm going to hang this up in my locker so I can remember what I'm playing for." He winked. "I'm going to make sure that I score every winning touch down if it's the last thing I do." He grinned, putting the paper in a safe place. "Yeah, it was a pretty bad one. I'm one of the smaller guys on the team, and he was one of the largest on his team, so I was feeling it for a couple days. I don't think I would have been able to play for the next game if it weren't for the pain shot I got that morning." He sighed. "I understand what you mean. Just because those guys are my friends doesn't mean they don't get on my nerves once in awhile. Some of their jokes just aren't funny after the tenth time."

Stranger: Kurt laughed, nodding. "Game on, Anderson." Kurt frowned, reaching out to rub Blaine's arm. "Wow, you had to get a pain shot? So, do you get sore a lot after your games? Are you sore now?" Kurt asked curiously, worrying his lip. "I could see how they could be annoying after awhile. Especially with the gay kinds of comments, when people say things like 'no homo, no offense, Kurt' it just... irks me as much as the initial comment, you know?"

You: "Yeah, I actually had to get a few that week to get through those practices. They were a life saver that's for sure." He sighed. As much as he loved the game, he hated that he could so easily get hurt. "I do sometimes get a little sore, but I make sure to ice and use some creams to help the pain. I have a chiropractor appointment next week that should help, too." He explained. "Exactly, the gay comments kind of sting sometimes. If you have to preface anything you say with 'you know I'm not homophobic, but...' then the comment is mostly homophobic, even if they are trying." He sighed. "I think some of these guys think way too hard about it and make things out to be gay even if they're not. We play football, it's a contact sport, they don't need to say anything if they tackle me in practice or get a little close. I realize they're not trying to hit on me, and frankly none of them are my type in the least."

Stranger: Kurt frowned, reaching out to rub Blaine's arm. "I'm sorry that you are in a lot of pain a good bit of the time. Hey. Let me know if you ever want me to give you a massage. I'm by no means a professional but I'm pretty good." Kurt commented. "After competitions we always trade massages and the other Cheerios say I'm the best so that's something." Kurt said with a soft laugh. "Ugh, they are all so gross, it irritates me how narrow minded a lot of them still are. My straight friend that is on the Cheerios- James- they can all be really nasty to him sometimes and even if they are nice to me and the other gay guys on the squad... it's not okay to call people names just because they are straight, male and enjoy cheering."

You: "I'd never say no to a massage. I could always use one, and how can I turn down a massage from the best?" Blaine smirked. "They really are. They all need to step out into the world and open their minds a little. Not everything has to be sexual or gay. Just like they don't all want to bang every girl out there, I don't want to bang every guy. Well, actually they might want to... but I have standards and none of the football team meets them, that's for sure." Blaine rambled, clearly a little fired up on the topic. "The stereotypes get a little old. Not everybody that plays football needs to be a straight male and not every male cheerleader needs to be gay. I mean, if a guy is into women, what could be a bigger fantasy than being surrounded by mostly girls in very short skirts. I think James has picked the right sport." he chuckled.

Stranger: "Let me know the next time you're really aching and I'll rock your world." Kurt grinned, nodding. "Exactly, ugh, I have to put up with Finn and his friends and they aren't even all... that bad. I can't imagine getting shit from the entire football team." Kurt said before nodding. "You're right though- he /loves/ it. To begin with they would all forget his sexuality and he's gotten flashed more times than once backstage during the competitions." Kurt laughed, taking another sip of his water.

You: "Is Kurt Hummel really offering to rock my world right now?" Blaine asked, smiling cheekily at Kurt. "Finn is definitely one of th e more tame guys, but even he can get going with a little egging on." He said. "Oh, I bet! I'm sure he just soaks up the attention. I guess the girls just figure that most cheerleaders are gay or they're just so accustomed to being around girls they don't realize." He said.

You: (sorry it took me like 3 year to type that out, my computer was acting up and kinda freezing ><)

Stranger: "Definitely." Kurt replied, moving slightly so that he was behind Blaine, gently massaging his shoulders. "World rock tease." Kurt joked. "For real though, sometimes I feel bad for him between that and the football players treating him like trash, but he's happy so it's all good." Kurt commented, continuing to work Blaine's shoulders. "We should probably go back down and be social again soon."

Stranger: (you're fine!! also would you like to continue on chatzy? I've got to go soon but I'm really enjoying this!)

You: (Yeah, we can totally continue on chatzy!)

Stranger: (alrighty, i'll make a room!)

Stranger: http://us21.chatzy.com/51145878744

You: Blaine groaned louder than he would have liked once he felt Kurt's hands on him. He was still quite sore and Kurt's hands felt like absolute magic. "Oh, you really /are/ the best at massages, Kurt. Are your hands enchanted?" He asked, letting his eyes fall shut for a second as he enjoyed Kurt's massage. "I do feel bad for him. He doesn't deserve the stuff he gets." He sighed. "Do we have to? I'm rather enjoying it right here." He said.

Stranger: (I'll reply there and I will be around a little throughout the rest of the day!)

Stranger has disconnected.

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F1 gossip: Villeneuve, Leclerc, Hamilton, Verstappen, Gasly

F1 gossip: Villeneuve, Leclerc, Hamilton, Verstappen, Gasly

F1 gossip: Villeneuve, Leclerc, Hamilton, Verstappen, Gasly

Jacques Villeneuve drove his remaining Method One race in 2006

Sunday, 1 July

Ferrari are improper to enroll Charles Leclerc for subsequent season, says 1997 world champion Jacques Villeneuve. (Auto Bild, Austria, via f1i.com)

Lewis Hamilton is “a younger man each blessed with good intentions and cursed with a extreme lack of steerage”, in accordance with the journalist who interviewed him for the most recent version of GQ journal. (GQ)

Austrian Grand Prix winner Max Verstappen believes he could be a title contender if Pink Bull discover some extra engine energy. (Sky Sports)

Pink Bull turned down Verstappen’s engine throughout the race in Austria to keep away from him struggling the identical issues that brought on team-mate Daniel Ricciardo to retire. (Motorsport.com)

Toro Rosso’s Pierre Gasly stated the Austrian Grand Prix was like a rallycross race, claiming he virtually went off the monitor 20 occasions. (Motorsport Week)

Lewis Hamilton vented his frustration on the crew radio as his race went improper on Sunday – however went for diplomacy on Twitter

Sergio Perez was very proud of seventh place – and 6 championship factors – after elimination within the first qualifying session on Saturday

Saturday, 30 June

Leclerc and Vettel are set to be team-mates subsequent season

Sauber boss Frederic Vasseur has denied that there have been talks a few mid-season driver swap between Charles Leclerc and Ferrari’s Kimi Raikkonen. Leclerc is to hitch Ferrari from subsequent season. (F1i.com)

Toro Rosso driver Pierre Gasly says F1 race director Charlie Whiting advised the groups to toughen wings in the event that they wished to run the kerbs in Austria. (Planet F1)

Whiting additionally says “discussions” are happening about introducing penalties that take note of the results of a driver’s actions. (Autosport)

World champion Lewis Hamilton has posed on the quilt of British GQ journal in a kilt to “make amends” for shaming his nephew for sporting a princess costume. (Metro)

Friday, 29 June

Max Verstappen believes there’s a “very large likelihood” team-mate Daniel Ricciardo will commit his future to Pink Bull. (Formula1.com)

Ricciardo and Verstappen converse to the media forward of the Austrian Grand Prix

In the meantime, Ricciardo has joked his excellent team-mate could be both Kimi Raikkonen or Valtteri Bottas. (F1 on Twitter)

Lewis Hamilton says Mercedes shall be even stronger this weekend as they create extra automotive upgrades to the Austrian Grand Prix. (Express)

Monegasque driver Charles Leclerc says it might be a “dream” to drive for Ferrari amid rumours he’ll substitute Kimi Raikkonen in 2019. (Sky Sports)

Sebastian Vettel says he’s not nervous by his quite a few errors this season. (Sky Sports)

Hamilton has beforehand acknowledged his ambition to develop into a musician

Thursday, 28 June

Lewis Hamilton has made his singing debut below the pseudonym XNDA on pop star Christina Aguilera’s new album. (Mirror)

McLaren would take into account signing Ferrari’s Kimi Raikkonen if Fernando Alonso doesn’t drive for the crew in 2019. (Sky Sports)

Sauber’s Charles Leclerc has admitted that he has “heard the rumours” about his future after being tipped to interchange Kimi Raikkonen at Ferrari subsequent season. (F1 Today)

Daniel Ricciardo has hinted that his future will depend on the place he feels most “valued”. The Australian, who’s within the remaining 12 months of his contract at Pink Bull, has been linked with McLaren. (Express)

Pressure India’s chief working officer Otmar Szafnauer says that reported plans to ban digital garages throughout race weekends are “ridiculous”. (F1i)

Sauber’s Swedish driver Marcus Ericsson has been lamenting his journey schedule after lacking a very important football match…

Wednesday, 27 June

Method 1 sporting boss Ross Brawn says the brand new aerodynamic laws for 2019 have lastly been agreed by the groups and are anticipated to be signed off in July. (Motorsport)

Pink Bull’s Max Verstappen thinks the Austrian Grand Prix will present a ‘enjoyable lap’, regardless of Lewis Hamilton’s view that it’s too tough to overhaul on the monitor. (Express)

Fernando Alonso has clarified his criticism of the McLaren crew after their disappointing efficiency on the French Grand Prix, saying he felt a number of the directions he was receiving have been slightly ‘overexcited’ given his place on the again, or near the again, for a lot of the race. (PlanetF1)

Pressure India deputy crew principal Bob Fernley now believes there is no such thing as a practical likelihood his drivers can catch Renault within the Method 1 constructors’ standings, after struggling a double retirement in France. (Autosport)

Tuesday, 26 June

Ferrari driver Sebastian Vettel has been criticised by the Italian media after his “newbie error” in crashing into Valtteri Bottas on the French Grand Prix.(F1i.com)

Sebastian Vettel hit Valtteri Bottas (left) throughout the opening lap of the French Grand Prix

After recommendations Vettel ought to have been punished with greater than a five-second penalty, FIA race director Charlie Whiting stated it was “per different incidents of that kind”. (Planet F1)

Lewis Hamilton’s new take care of Mercedes – set to be price £45m – is near being introduced. (Sydney Morning Herald)

The FIA is about to launch the definitive 2021 Method 1 engine laws to producers this week. (Autosport)

Monday, 25 June

Fernando Alonso needs his McLaren crew to “increase their recreation” at subsequent weekend’s Austrian Grand Prix after failing to complete in France on Sunday. (Mail)

Fernando Alonso retired on lap 50 at Circuit Paul Ricard

Mercedes driver Lewis Hamilton says he’s “blown away” by Michael Schumacher’s achievements after breaking the German’s document for many race wins at completely different circuits following victory at Sunday’s French Grand Prix. (Express)

Pink Bull’s Max Verstappen jokingly urged Sebastian Vettel ought to change his fashion after the Ferrari driver’s first-lap collision on Sunday. (Reuters)

Ferrari’s Kimi Raikkonen says he had “much more enjoyable” on Sunday than in his earlier two outings. (PlanetF1)

Pink Bull’s Daniel Ricciardo says his hopes of a podium end at Paul Ricard have been dashed after his automotive was “wounded” by harm sustained to his entrance wing.(Motorsport.com)

Pressure India’s Sergio Perez is decided to not be too downhearted about his retirement in France…

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