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kyluxtrashpit · 3 years

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2020 Fic Recap

I really like writing these and 2020 has been a HELL of a year, so here we go lmao. It’s been a wild ride for sure

Total wordcount: 88 109 words (note: I’m subtracting the ‘sorry I didn’t finish this, here’s a summary of the remaining plot’ that I published for a fic in a previous fandom from this since it’s not relevant here). Overall I wrote less than last year, but given all that happened in terms of the world and personally and fandom-wise and all of it, I don’t feel too bad about it lmao. I also have a lot of WIP words of half-finished things and some planning and such so I feel okay with this

Favours, 4906 words, posted Jan 4

This was a weird one cause this is a two chapter reader insert fic, the same story but told with both Phasma and Hux. I originally wrote this for Phasma, but later decided it would be easy to tweak into a Hux story (which it was lmao) and figured people might like that, so I did both. I had fun doing it, even if this is kind of a very small niche ship and trope wise

Know Your Shadow, 5022 words, posted Feb 16

Ah yes, here we are, the first foray into renben, a ship I had NO idea would grab me so hard but here we are lmao. I’m not done with them either yet, don’t you worry. There’s something about the corruption angle I really like, also Ren is HOT, and it’s also interesting to think about Kylo truly getting to find himself and be who he wants to be. Canon didn’t really satisfy on this, but the concept still interests me and it’s what had me writing this fic. Also, Ben losing his virginity to an older man like Ren is just *chef’s kiss*

Public Indecency, 3719 words, posted Mar 1

And my second renben! This was partially inspired by art and partially by just the idea of not giving one single fuck, and how thrilling that must be for someone like Ben to experience. Ren and the KOR truly do not give a shit and it’s really beautiful in a way. Plus some hinting at found family with the KOR. Ngl, Ben/Kylo finding his place and acceptance with the KOR makes me so Soft and there’s so many words I could write about it. Plus public sex is very hot lmao

Beautiful, 3254 words, posted Mar 8

Back to kylux, and this one was an old WIP I started back when the prompt was first posted on KHK in like 2019 or something. I got stuck on it and then left it for a while. I was digging through my old WIPs, looking for something that might catch my interest and boom, this one did, so I finished it and then posted it. I quite like the fic and it’s a bit more in the ~classic~ style. It’s also always a good feeling to get an old WIP done lmao

Choose Your Destiny, 5077 words, posted Mar 20

More renben and this was my fix it fic for ROKR vol 4. I talked about this more on twitter at the time and why I found the story as it was unsatisfying, but ultimately it’s really just a case of rushed writing and playing into established bad writing (e.g. showing a fall from grace by having someone kill someone eviler than themselves). I also really liked Ren and I felt like Kylo didn’t really get to have enough agency in like... any of it. His motivations were weirdly absent as well, despite this being ostensibly about him. So I wrote this, which I think handled how the story should have gone a lot better and, plus, it’s got smut!

(Okay and the rest are behind a cut for length)

Show of Devotion, 2479 words, posted Mar 28

Renben once again and this time, I mean, it’s all inappropriate use of lightsabers lmao. I was looking at the Ren and was like ‘wow that is SO phallic’ and then the horny brain turned on and, well, here we are. I also wanted a side of found family with the KOR and I think got that with this. It’s horny. It’s fun. What more could one want?

Aural, 2729 words, posted May 12

Okay this one... I have absolutely no excuses for lmao. I’m not even sure where the inspiration came from, I just remember I was in an online work meeting that was boring and the entire sequence of events played itself out in my head. It was all I could do to focus on work for the rest of the day and not immediately write this cursed creation lmao. The worst part was I’d been totally blocked on writing since March and this, THIS, was what eventually broke out of me. In case you haven’t read this one, it’s ear sex. Hux’s dick, Kylo’s ear. No, I don’t know the logistics either. But hey, I had a blast with it, both in terms of writing it and the reactions lmao. Someday I gotta write a follow up involving a nose too

Missed Chances, 10 749 words, posted Jun 7

Ah yes, this is the point where my renben met my kylux and created this absolutely enormous peanut butter cup of a fic lmao. It really was supposed to be like half the length it was, but alas, it was not. Also cockblocking kylux was SO hard, they wanted to fuck SO bad, but I had to stop them, the story demanded it lmao (and people in the comments were MAD, which is always excellent). It’s also when my renben series really started to have like, an overarching plot (aside from the modern au fics which I’ll talk about later). I even still have more instalments planned

Free Use, 6971 words, posted Jun 23

Another one that turned out far longer than initially planned, and also my most popular fic this year! I’m both surprised and not cause like. It’s a complete smut fest + my heavy headcanoning of the personalities of the KOR. People like smut, but I also feel it’s kinda niche considering how deep I’m in for the KOR lmao. So idk, I guess the smut won out. I did have a lot of fun with this one and there’s a lot of characterization thought put into each KOR, so it was really nice to see people loving that as much as I did. Canon gave us crumbs, but I just used them to make meatballs

Eat You Up, 1573 words, posted Jul 5

There’s not a lot to this one, it’s really just renben rimming cause the sexual dynamic with renben is so fun. Kylo/Ben is inexperienced yet eager and depraved enough to impress Ren, which is something considering I think of Ren as Very Experienced lmao. I really do love this ship; it’s a lot of fun to play with

In the Vents, 2002 words, posted Aug 3

Ah and this was my first piece for the stuck inside event on twitter, which I had a lot of fun with. Stuck fetish is one I’ve always wanted to explore, but never had any concrete ideas for. This event led to me finally getting to have Kylo stuck in a wall (plus more as well), which was fun. Also I spent far too long thinking about Hux’s vent contraption set up cause I knew he would never let Millie go anywhere that might hurt her, so I had to come up with a way to make the vent safe and here we are lmao. Hux being an engineer and also the most extra cat owner in existence worked out very well indeed. This was also the start of my creativity boom near the middle-end of the year that uh kinda burned out in a not so great way, but I’ll talk about that later lmao

Distraction, 3658 words, posted Aug 6

Another for the stuck inside event and another kylux/renben sandwich! Also featuring the KOR this time! Listen... it’s a gangbang, it’s got renben, it’s got kylux, it’s got Kylo getting stuffed from all ends... this is the kind of fic that, to me, is pure indulgence lmao. I had a tremendous amount of fun with it

Entrapped, 3484 words, posted Aug 8

So this was also for the stuck inside event (yes, I wrote 3 fics in about a week lmao - I don’t know how I did it either) and it’s darker than the sort of things I usually write. I enjoyed exploring something like this though, something outside my usual purview. It didn’t perform super well, but tbh the dark ones rarely do so lmao

Pit Stop, 1505 words, posted Aug 31

Welp, this is just an excuse for watersports lmao. I like piss, what can I say? And I’ve done it to kylux, so I had to do it to renben, and the modern au ‘need to pee on a road trip’ seemed like the perfect opportunity for it. Not much to say for it really

The Deal, 2431 words, posted Sep 3

Ah and this one here was the first for the throwback event I ran on twitter! The event itself ended up kind of being tainted by drama from one singular person who kind of ruined it by being a jerk for literally no good reason, but I’m not going to talk too much about that. Even with that, I still greatly enjoyed it and this piece might be my favourite from it as a whole. Kylo Amidala, political scandals, neither of them being nice... ahhhh yes, it definitely brought me back lmao

Devotion, 1929 words, posted Sep 10

Another for the throwback event, this time with Emperor and Hound dynamics which, unf, yes, I will literally never get tired of it. I really had fun with every fic from this event and this one was great because I so rarely get to write real action scenes, even if they’re in a flashback here. That and the dynamic itself really made it fun

To Be Wanted, 10 473 words, posted Sep 16

Ah yes, and here is my KBB for the year! I did a minibang this time, as, well, everything was going horribly wrong around the time of sign ups and I thought a mini would be more realistic. I think I was right on that and I’m glad I did it, even if I was torn at the time. The idea itself is one I’d been thinking about for a while. I can’t remember if I thought of it after seeing the leaks for tros or after watching the movie itself, but it’s been with me for a while and while I dithered over whether or not to sign up this year, the idea came back and was just perfect for a minibang. Plus I got an absolutely amazing and wonderful partner, which is really what makes the experience of doing bangs so great. I love this fic, I LOVE the art for it, and the whole experience was definitely a highlight to 2020 as a whole, both overall and in terms of my fandom/writing experience this year

Floss Me, 2033 words, posted Sep 21

My third for the throwback event and also the dental fetish fic I’ve wanted to write for a while now lmao but could never figure out a scenario for. As some of you may remember, 2018-2019, I went through some pretty horrific dental stuff and ultimately I think it kinda gave me a fetish lmao. Also I feel like there may or may not have been a kinky flossing prompt on one of the prompt sites at some point, but I looked everywhere and couldn’t find it so. But anyway, it was a fun fic for a kink I think is quite underrated tbh

The Cost of Certainty, 2541 words, posted Sep 25

My fourth and final piece for the throwback event, and this one is also a contender for my favourite piece from that event. I have always loved the idea of Hux being a serial killer and this was a perfect excuse to write it. I’d also recently finished a rewatch of Hannibal and, well, you can see where this came from lmao. I love writing tension and it was just very fun all around. I almost wish I’d done something like this as a long fic but tbh I don’t think I would’ve enjoyed writing it as much

Huxloween Drawings, 676 words, posted Nov 1

So this isn’t a fic but rather the drawings I did for huxloween, but people wanted them on ao3, so posted they are. Now, I mentioned above that I had this massive creative boom in Aug-Sep, but that it burned out rather badly. This is when that happened. I got into this place where I just... felt like everything I made wasn’t wanted or needed in the fandom. That everything I like is so unpopular at this point that I should just give up and leave. That I’ve spent all this time and energy over the years trying so desperately to get people engaged and so few ever cared and I just... ugh. It was bad. It was really bad and definitely partly fuelled by the bullshit that someone brought up regarding the throwback event (and I still believe that they are the sole cause of it’s poor reception). I, uh, am doing better now and still working through it all but it was a really rough time. But I found myself still wanting to be creative so I decided to draw. I am not good at drawing. I am not an artist. But that’s what made it fun: I went into each drawing knowing it wasn’t gonna look great. That wasn’t the point. So I never got upset about it. I think it helped me a lot tbh and I did really enjoy it and I’m glad I did it

Unconventional, 7243 words (in progress), updated Dec 20, first posted Nov 18

So the next part of me trying to fix the bullshit in my brain creativity-wise was to post the first chapter to this fic. This is a piece I’ve been working on since 2016-2017 (I don’t remember exactly when, but it was pre-TLJ, and I’ve gotten a new computer since so I don’t have the original creation date of the document) but I could just... never get a plot together for it and ever since I abandoned a fic in my old fandom (and this year I finally posted the ‘sorry this isn’t getting finished, here’s a closure summary’ chapter), I’ve been hesitant to post WIPs before being at least 80% done. So I said fuck it, I’m gonna post this and not be scared. Is this fic complete? Nope, but the plan is starting to come together. Do I know exactly where it’s going? Nope, but I don’t need to. Is it self-indulgent as all hell? Absolutely. I love this fic and I love this story and I love the concepts within it. So I posted it and tbh, it really helped. And I think this, combined with my writing break where I drew for 31 days straight lmao were really my saving graces here

Test Run, 3661 words, posted Dec 31

And now my final fic of the year! Which is a ship I honestly wasn’t super into (I don’t hate it, it just generally doesn’t do much for me) but then I did that thing where I thought ‘hmm but could it be written in a way that I am into?’ which, in my experience, always leads to me writing exactly that. Which is what I did here lmao. I’m pretty happy with it though and despite it being very strange to write, as I really had to work to get these two to get where they were going lmao, I had fun with it. I honestly doubt I’ll write more of them, but I’m glad I wrote this one, and I think it’s a good experiment to close out the year with

What have I learned?

Honestly, this year was a clusterfuck lmao. 2019 wasn’t great for me either, but we all lived through this and it was certainly An Experience. I think what this year really helped me focus on was what made me happy. I ended up in some dark places and I don’t want to go there again. It feels repetitive to say that, once again, I have learned that writing what I want is key when I say that every damn year, but tbh I think 2020 underscored it even more so. Spite as a motivator, when used to much, smothers the spark of creativity and the joy of creation. The most important lesson I learned this year by far is to not let that take the driver’s seat. A dash here and there? That’s fine. But as your main motivator? That’s just not healthy. And I need to work to keep it from consuming me like it has been for too long

Goals for 2021?

So last year I didn’t set any hard goals and boy, is it a good thing I didn’t, cause I achieved none of them lmao. I didn’t write more words (though I did write more individual fics, and the word count gap between this year and last is about the size of the difference between a big bang fic and a mini bang fic so really, I think I did okay), I didn’t even write a single fic for BTHB, and, to be really honest, I did not manage to keep my love for writing alive the whole time. I was in a really dark place a few times this year, but that drop in Sep-Oct was the worst from a creative standpoint. I feel like I’m mostly out of it now, even if I still have some work to do maintaining it. I’m hopeful for the future in that regard. The only thing I really did accomplish was that I feel positively towards all the fics I wrote; I’m happy and proud of all of them

So what is my goal? Honestly, I feel like every year I have to relearn the lesson of ‘write what you want, have fun, be self-indulgent, fuck expectations, etc.’ and my goal this year is to not have to relearn that again, but to keep that energy and carry it with me for the whole year. I realize I may have to put some effort in there, but I’m okay with that. I don’t know what 2021 has in store, but if I can just keep my passion alive and not fall into that pit again, I’m calling it a win

#kylux #renben #hey I'm not late this year lmao #it's been an interesting one that's for sure #anyway I'm happy with all my fics this year which is good #but I need to keep working at keeping my head in the right space #which will likely take some practice #but I'm off to a good start #and I have good feelings about the future in that regard #so here's to a 2020 full of writing about kylo getting railed to high heaven #and to a 2021 full of the same!#my fic #long post #shut up nerd

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rememberthattime · 4 years

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Chapter 58. EuRoad Trip, pt 3

Ah, fall. Crisp air. Colorful leaves. A reprieve from the heat of summer.

To fully enjoy my favorite season, Chelsay & I continued into the third and final phase of EuRoad Trip: “Fall”, with stops in the Dolomites, Bavaria, and the German Black Forest.

The change in season wasn’t gradual for Chelsay & I: we went from summer to fall in a matter of hours. Like, the three-hour drive between the Italian Riviera and the Dolomites.

Over the course of our drive, the setting went from Mediterranean chic to the Sound of Music. We’d left pastel-colored homes along the sea to log cabins dotting the mountainside. I love this setting. Obviously, I enjoy the Mediterranean, but it’s hard to beat an alpine autumn.

The Dolomites might be the perfect destination for fall. The air is crisp and clean. The leaves are changing. Charming villages sit at the base of undulating green fields, capped by towering limestone spines. The shops have a Swiss alpine theme but not in a kitschy way – it’s authentic. This is just how they’ve always been. Timber homes surround the tiny village, with potted flowers hung from every window and balcony. When planning, I was most excited for this leg of the trip, and it was meeting my expectations before we even left the car.

Our first stop was a picnic high above the Val di Funes, a picturesque acclimation to our new alpine surroundings. Chelsay and I enjoyed some of our recent garlic truffle spread investment, while Indy frolicked and grazed about the sloped green fields.

It was pretty overcast, but we weren’t bothered: it fit the cozy, fall atmosphere. Our only worry was that the next destination, Seceda, required some level of visibility.

Seceda is a unique mountain peak. A gradually ascending green field gives way to a sheer cliff, with limestone spines looming in the background. It looks like if the Cliffs of Dover were transplanted into the Italian Alps. That said, not even Seceda’s prickly spires could pierce this cloud cover.

We took a gondola to the peak but were soon shrouded in thick fog. We couldn’t see 20 feet in front of us, let alone Seceda. Though dense, the clouds were moving quickly, so we decided to roll the dice and stick around.

It’s pretty easy to pass the time with Indy: we teased him with weird noises, laughing at his reactions. We played fetch with anything we could find. Then when Indy got tired, we pulled up Ray Harris Jr and the World War II podcast. Chelsay would forecast potential gaps in the clouds while Ray educated us on FDR’s preference between pencil or pen.

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There were a few near misses. Chelsay spotted incoming breaks in the fog, we’d frantically stir with excitement, but ultimately, each proved impervious. Still, there was hope.

After an hour, we were just starting to question whether staying was worth it. But Chelsay thought there was one more break that might work out. It was excruciating to wait, but slowly, the shy rock began to reveal itself. This was it!

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Not only did the clouds part, but blue sky began to appear and then… a burst of sun. And what’s that? A rainbow?! What an epic setting. The soft glow of sunshine against the limestone crag. Fog still rolling quickly, but abruptly halting against Seceda’s impenetrable cliffside. The clouds shot up like waves hitting the coastline.

This was one of the lasting memories from the trip, and we celebrated with a tortellini feast that evening. We’d stopped at a grocery store earlier to pick up picnic supplies – an Italian grocery store. I’ve never seen so much pasta. And it all looked so delicious that we couldn’t settle on just one: we bought two types of tortellini and three different sauces. We enjoyed our tortellini sampling from our alpine chalet while watching World War II in Color. Ray hooked us.

The next day marked our first real physical activity in at least a week – since the calanques in Cassis. We were taking the 6 mile Tre Cime pass through pretty challenging conditions. Yesterday’s quick moving clouds were stagnant and heavy today. Whenever the weather was too much, Chelsay, Indy, and I would find shelter in the ‘refugio’ huts along the path, warming up with hot chocolate.

After the hike, we stopped at Lago di Braies, a teal alpine lake set between evergreen slopes. The setting looks like a screensaver, but the real highlight was once again Indy. Without his frisbee or other toys, Chelsay and I had been using sticks for fetch throughout the trip. So now every stick Indy saw was a toy.

He’d dart along the shore trying to tempt Chelsay and I into playing with him: “Maybe masters will like this stick? Oh, here’s a big one! Will they like this? How about a wet stick?”

Eventually we gave in – I threw the stick as far into the lake as possible (owner’s tip: that burns the most energy), and he’d inevitably plunge after it. Indy once again drew an audience with everyone taking pictures of our goofy dog in the otherwise serene setting.

That was essentially our last activity in the Dolomites, but before moving on to our next destination, I want to quickly mention the phenomenal food. It’s Italy, so obviously it was delicious. But it wasn’t just pasta and breadstick – it uniquely Italian-Austrian. Ricotta pizzella (alpine pizza), truffle ravioli, venison, and every type of dumpling imaginable.

After the Dolomites, we’d turn north and head back to London, driving through Austria, Germany, Belgium, and France on the way. The main focus of this trip were the Loire Valley, Cote d’Azur, and Dolomites, so while planning, I essentially just looked for spots along the return route. Ultimately this included three destinations + one we spontaneously added along the way.

The first stop in our return journey was Neuschwanstein Castle. Yes, we’d already visited Neuschwanstein, and yes, our goal this trip was to explore new destinations. But there was a delicious currywurst place we visited the last time so Chelsay and I HAD to visit. …I guess the views are pretty magical too.

Jokes aside, Neuschwanstein is very special to me. It was the first adventure Chelsay and I embarked on after moving to London in 2015. I laugh at those two inexperienced travellers, somehow learning that Mary’s Bridge was closed only after landing in Munich. I think back to our can-do spirit to capture that Hero view anyway, and how giddy we were at our success. I think back to the Rick Steves audio tour through Munich, our white sausage breakfast and bowl of coffee, and the hot chocolate from Beluga. And yes, I think about the currywurst from Neuschwanstein.

More broadly, Germany is very special to Chelsay and I. We visited every October while in the UK: first Munich, then Berlin, and then Rothenberg. There’s something about Germany’s dense forests, and heavy ethos (fog, food, their accents, etc) that just fits fall.

So, now consider all of this history as Chelsay and I ascended the hill up to Neuschwanstein. It’s about a 30-minute walk, and I was giddy with anticipation the whole way… basically saying exactly what I just wrote above: “Remember the currywurst Chelsay!?”

Indy was similarly excited but for different reasons: we passed a few horse drawn carriages and he DID NOT like them. He ripped out of his collar and ran back down the hill.

After calming him down (aka distracting him with a stick), we continued up the hill and came to Mary’s Bridge. It was weird not hopping any fences this time.

We arrived just as the sun was setting. Keep Chelsay & I’s history with Neuschwanstein in mind as I describe the setting… Soft light draped the Castle. The sky took on a pink glow. The valley below faded into the shadows. Indy nervously trembled from the heights. It was just as magical as the first time.

As we left the Castle and made the long descent back to town, we were just as giddy as 2015. Unfortunately the currywurst restaurant wasn’t waiting for us at the bottom, so we audibled to the nearby town of Fussen and a neighborhood beerhall. It was clearly popular with a line out the door, and the currywurst had its own page in the menu under the title “Reminders of Home”.

The currywurst lived up to this place’s popularity, but I want to specifically remember how unique Chelsay and I felt in this restaurant. We were clearly the only native English speakers there. That might be the case normally, but it was especially true during Covid.

This was clearly Fussen’s beerhall – owned by the locals. The place where patrons come to relax after a hard week of making pretzels or whatever they do for work. Families were connecting and talking about Bayern Munich or the latest season of Dark. It felt comfortable, even if Chelsay and I were outsiders. It would be like if a German were dropped into a Buffalo Wild Wings.

We hit the road again the next day, but not before a brief walk around Schwansee, the lake nestled below Neuschwanstein. Obviously the Castle was the highlight from 2015, but I remembered I really enjoyed our fall walk around the lake. Also, we had to get some of Indy’s energy out before our drive. This trip’s walk felt nostalgic but was made even more fun with our newest family member.

Our next step was Beilstein, a tiny German village along the Rhine. If Chelsay & I thought Cliousclat (population: 600) or Portofino (400) were small, Beilstein only has 145 residents! It took about 15 minutes to walk the entire town, but it’s incredibly charming: like an authentic Disney village.

I’ll briefly mention this story. It’s a good thing touring Beilstein was so quick, because I needed extra time to bring Indy to the vet. Before returning to the UK, we needed a local vet to administer and provide proof for a tapeworm treatment. The closest vet was a 20 minute drive, so I plugged it into Google Maps and set off.

Well, it seems Google Maps users aren’t frequenting Dr Frank Feiden, because the app took me to an elementary school. I had zero service so couldn’t call, so I was stuck driving in circles around this children’s school… which I’m sure looked suspicious. Finally I gave up, and decided to interrupt either four teachers’ or four parents’ smoke break to see if they could help. Shockingly, they knew exactly where he was and shared the most precise instructions I’d ever received (classic German). It was a bizarre situation to find myself while on vacation, made even more bizarre when the person next to me at the vet had lived near Southlake. We bonded over our shared love of Mi Cocina. These experiences again made me feel like part of the community despite being such an obvious outsider.

Alas, just as we were starting to feel at home, it was time to return to London. Our last day of the trip. I’m now 6000 words and 10 pages into this three part EuRoad Trip post, but still plenty of stories to tell.

First, we made a short stop at Eltz Castle, a romantic palace well hidden in the Black Forest. The castle is uniquely vertical, but I’ll remember this visit for Chelsay falling on the walk down. She’ll hate me for writing this, but hopefully we can remember and laugh. Very similar to my tumble at the Sete Cidades in the Azores.

Finally, our last stop on the road trip was Dunkirk. This was the spontaneous visit I alluded to earlier. Dunkirk wasn’t initially in the plan, but after 20 hours of Ray Harris Jr telling us about Operation Dynamo, we decided we visit Dunkirk Beach for ourselves.

It was extremely windy when we visited, as Storm Alex was moving through with winds up to 60 mph. It was raining too, and the raindrops felt like bullets as we ran along The Mole. The chaos felt fitting though, as this was the location where 300,000 British and French soldiers chaotically escaped the charging Nazi army.

The Mole, a sea break that the British used as an escape dock, is well removed from the city… and hardly marked. You drive through an industrial center and park in what appears to be an employee lot. In fact, I only found The Mole because I crawled Google Satellite View searching for sea piers along Dunkirk beach – there weren’t any other articles or traveller blogs about how to visit.

But this solitude made the pier feel that much more important. This was the place where 300,000 lives were saved, providing the Brits with necessary troops to withstand the Battle of Britain. If not for Dunkirk, would the UK have fallen to Hitler? Then, could the Nazis have focused their forces solely on Russia, and the US after? It’s hard to call this retreat a victory, but the Allies escape along the very pier I was standing was vital, and the moment felt similarly significant.

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The trip from Dunkirk to London was a disaster – I’m sure it felt a bit like those soldiers on Dunkirk Beach. We again took a taxi from Calais, but the driver decided to go directly through the center of London, costing us about an hour in gridlock. Then when we arrived at the house, I found I’d lost the key in transit – brutal. It was 9:30 pm so the property manager wasn’t available. We called a locksmith, who determined the backdoor was the best lock to open. I store the gate code on my phone, but my battery had died, so I had to hop the fence to let the locksmith through.

This must have looked suspicious to our neighbors: pitch black, man jumping fence, commotion in our backyard. Sure, that’s suspicious until you consider Chelsay, Indy, and ALL OUR BAGS AND INDY’S CRATE WERE ALL STILL OUT FRONT!

Anyway, the locksmith and I are in the back. The back lock turned out to be a tough one, so he had to use a drill. He wasn’t wearing glass so a piece of metal shot into his eye. I had to remove it. Brutal.

Then a helicopter showed up. …

The neighbors had called the Hampstead Police, who sent a chopper for a potential B&E. The helicopter hovered over us for 30 seconds, before two officers arrived, batons at the ready. They realized what had happened before calling out on their walkie talkie: “Call of all units.” Were there MORE on the way!?

Anyway, we finally got in and FINALLY changed out of our wet clothes from stormy Dunkirk. All that said, we woke up the next morning and were totally fine. I made myself some coffee, and the whole thing just seemed like a bad dream. Similar to Chelsay falling at Eltz Castle, I think we can laugh about it now.

Okay, now that’s really it. The conclusion of our EuRoad Trip. 16 days. Six countries. 2500 miles. Two seasons. One crazy pup.

I know I’m wrapping this up quickly (sorry, I’m now on page 11 and nearly 7000 words in), but the past two weeks were truly special. Although we’d gone six months without any international trips, lockdown really enabled this journey.

We had plenty of vacation days. We didn’t want to fly, so we drove. This simple equation brought us to extremely charming and authentic places we never would have visited otherwise. Starting with the Beauty & the Beast phase, driving south through France’s Loire Valley, stopping at chateaus, provincial hamlets, and the charming fishing village of Cassis. Moving into the Summer Chic phase, with hot temps along the ritzy Riviera, including stops in Nice and Portofino. And finally, concluding with the Fall phase, passing through the jagged Dolomites landscape and fairy tale castles of Bavaria and the German Black Forest.

This was likely one of our last European trips, but each destination exhibited why we live abroad. New places. Exciting experiences. Escapes from the routine.

Our EuRoad Trip was another reminder of how far you can go in just a few hours.

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Prompt/Ask: Hello! Could I request a Jungkook smut where he gives you a very rough spanking becuase you obliviously made him jealous. Like it wasn't on purpose, it was because you are way too innocent and didn't realize you made him jealous. Please, if you are unconfortable, just let me know and I'll change my request

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Hai!! Could you do a smut with jungkook where he gets jealous of the other members being around/comfortable with you XD make em super possessive during the nasty, love😩💕

Fandom: BTS

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: spanking, language?, sex (obviously lmao)

Word Count: 3809

Authors Note: Woahh, so this is the first smut I’ve written holy moly (ravioli ravioli give me the formuoli lmao) so I hope this was good enough! I kinda made it CEO!Jungkook, because I drew inspiration from the gif (I could stare at it for days oml halp), and I also combined two asks I got for Jungkook since they were similar. I hope I did my bias justice and wrote a good smut for him lol. Enjoy, as always, and feedback is appreciated! If there are any errors please let me know! Happy reading ^^

“No way, baby girl. I think you need to be punished.”

You watched as he made his way to the edge of the bed, loosening his tie as he went, and gulped. He sat down, zeroed his dark eyes on yours, pointed to his lap, and gave one command.

“Bend over.”

What did you do to deserve such a punishment? Well, let’s go back to the beginning.

Jeon Jungkook was one of the most successful businessmen in Korea despite being a tender age of 19, on the cusp of 20. After inheriting his father’s business at 16 when he passed away suddenly, Jungkook was thrust into a world of numbers, markets and shady business deals – a world he was not educated in. But Jungkook had determination. And this determination to become one of the best drove him to completely reinvent his father’s company in a new, modern image, quickly rocketing him to position of wealth and popularity in his home country and internationally.

Now, four years later, the company is still going strong, with new partnerships being forged and deals finalised. A partnership Jungkook did not expect, was his partnership with you. When you first joined the company two years ago, you were just an assistant. Not even an assistant of his, far too inexperienced at the time to keep up with his endless schedule. Just an assistant of some head in a lower department of his company. You should have been unnoticeable. Except for a meeting that resulted in changing your life and his.

It happened on the day Jungkook called a rare emergency meeting. A rival business had created a scandal in an effort to diminish Jeon & Co.’s light, desperate to gain back the fame they once claimed. So, he called in the head of each department in his company, wanting to get a solution to this problem before the flames of deceit could spread and the company could remain on top.

Despite the apparent seriousness of the situation, the meeting was quite relaxed, all head’s joking around with their assistants standing behind them, seated at the large conference table on the top floor, top to floor glass windows covering the area and giving the perfect view of the economical kingdom Jeon Jungkook ruled over.

Jungkook was normally a focused man when it came to his business and his meetings, but he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander to you every so often, strangely drawn to the seemingly indifferent presence you bring to the room. He takes note of how…normal you are. Normal, but endlessly beautiful to his eyes. It almost causes a chuckle to pass his lips, the absurdity of how you don’t fit in with the top dogs of business and finance bringing amusement to him. It’s charming, in a way, your eyes wide and scanning the room, heat rising to your cheeks and ears occasionally, and how you furiously write down notes, eager to learn and do a good job in the presence of the higher ups.

As the meeting progresses, Jungkook makes an interesting discovery. The keenness and purity you display in the meeting is not a once off occurrence: it’s seemingly in your nature. The only words coming to mind when Jungkook takes note of your confused features when one of the members of the meeting makes a particularly crude joke is honest. Good. Innocent. And it only intrigues Jungkook even more.

He’s no stranger to women. He meets with them all the time, in the company, at business parties, through acquaintances; but they’re all the same. They’re all vixens, out to dominate him and control his will, and he hates it. He’s partial to a woman taking the reins from time to time (the pleasure tends to outweigh the trouble), but it’s never satisfying, nothing more than a quick fuck, and then he’s back to work the next day. The women don’t usually contact him again. Out of sight, out of mind.

So, when he lays eyes on you that day at the meeting, he’s captivated, and Jungkook is a man who knows what he wants.

As it turns out, (from his observations), your nervous disposition near your boss is due to his harassment of you and women in general, something that Jungkook does not tolerate in his company. So, he waits. Waits until the end of the meeting, after everyone has stood up, ready to make their exit, when he garners the attention of the people in the room and your boss, a man who’s name Jungkook doesn’t even know, and fires him publicly, on the spot. The man stutters and splutters, begging for his job back, making a show of himself in front of an audience, but Jungkook shrugs off his pleas, explains his reasons for firing him, and allows everyone to make their leave. He is easily replaceable, his personal assistant already making calls to find a backup, and he adds another task to his assistants never-ending list; the task to move you to a higher position (one near him), and to find you suitable work.

By the next week he’s passed you in the halls more times than he can count, so he stops one day, strikes up a conversation, eventually asks for a date after days of amiable chatting and shy smiles from you, and now two years later you’ve become one of the most well-known women in the world; all because you fell in love with Jungkook as hard as he fell for you.

You’ve been by his side through thick and thin, supporting him and being a shoulder to lean on that he never knew he desperately needed in first place. You loved him, more than he probably deserved, and in turn you became his world, his light, the only person he needed. Someone he wanted to have and protect for all his days. He is your shield, of sorts, your innocent nature only furthering his need to have you all to himself. Jungkook was never a jealous man, not one to take interest in the cat and mouse game women tried to play with him (Jungkook was not one to be considered a mouse), but you were a whole different story.

Only you could unleash the envious monster hidden inside him.

A man of Jungkook’s notoriety is expected to attend various glamorous events in his life, ranging from red carpets, photoshoots, new openings, and his most frequent one; charity balls. You attended each and every single one of them with him, an arm linked around his or his hand on the small of your back.

This one was no different. Another ball held in order to raise money for hospitals around the country, a noble cause, one that many are more than happy to contribute too. Numerous celebrities and wealthy businessmen make an appearance at the ball, be it as a PR stunt or simply out of the goodness of their hearts, these balls are nothing short of extravagant and honoured.

Among those attending the ball, Jungkook’s closest friends and workers also show face in this grand event, men you have met a handful of times but treated you as close as they would Jungkook (“Anyone who makes Jungkook happy is a friend of ours”). You recognise them instantly as you stand next to Jungkook, the both of you dressed up in the finest brands money can buy. Jimin notices you both first, sending a nod in Jungkook’s direction and an eye-curling smile in yours, one you return bashfully. Alerting the other men to Jungkook’s arrival, the group turns to face the pair of you, greeting both of you with smiles and slaps on the back for Jungkook.

The night continues smoothly, many donations of large numbers being made, friendships strengthened and drinks plentiful to match the boisterous mood of the ball. You’ve enjoyed yourself immensely, chatting with the boys and laughing the night away.

It’s when you’re in conversation with Jimin, Namjoon and Hoseok, who are in varying stages of inebriation ranging from tipsy to absolutely hammered, when the night takes a turn. Not particularly for the worst.

You had been oblivious (as you usually were) to Jimin’s advances or smirks, Namjoon’s not-so-subtle winks and Hoseok’s blatant flirting, playing it off as spirited banter between the four of you. So, when Jimin drops a card he was holding that managed to float somewhere behind you, looking up at you with a (too) innocent, surprised look on his face, ‘wondering’ how the card fell in the first place, you laugh and turn around to pick it up for him. Your good intentions were received in a different light, when this gave the opportunity to get a view of your behind as you bent over to pick up the dropped item. Turning around and handing Jimin the card back to Jimin, the boys give you bright smiles, and once again you were blind to the true nature of those smiles.

And Jungkook had the perfect view of what happened from his spot by the bar, mid conversation with the CEO of another company.

And all Jungkook could see now was red.

Not one to leave your side, on the rare occasion he must, he’s always kept an eye on you, not wanting you to be uncomfortable or lonely while his presence is missing, but he trusted the boys to take care of you while he was gone. Trust, he now felt, was slightly skewed.

He’s not stupid. He knows how the boys can be when a woman as stunning as you is with them. He’s seen the smirks and the narrowed eyes when they think he isn’t looking. And he’s ignored it for the most part. They know his heart belongs to you, and vice versa, but this is something that leaves a burning sensation in his stomach, and the selfish part of him wants to drag you away from them and keep you all to himself. He can’t keep you all to himself, he knows this, you are your own person, but for tonight, all he thinks is mine, and decides to bring his plan to fruition.

So Jungkook says a quick goodbye to the CEO who he’s been, truthfully, ignoring for the better half of ten minutes and stalks over to where you stand with the others, eyes narrowed and fists clenched. Namjoon spots Jungkook first, eye’s widening slightly at his stony face.

“Jungkook, you’re back,” he greets, all three straightening up to the best of their abilities. Jungkook heads straight towards you and wraps his arm around your waist possessively, pulling you to his side. He looks down at you, and instantly you know something was bothering him.

“Jungkook, what’s wrong? Is everything alright?” you whisper to him, concern etched across your face but you can’t read his hardened expression, his body taut with tension.

“I’m ready to go home. Get your things, we’re leaving,” he said, and brushed off any questions you asked afterwards, instead fixing his gaze on his three friends, who wilted underneath his cold glare.

Saying your goodbyes, Jungkook walked ahead of you and walked briskly to the car waiting for you outside. You found his behaviour odd, he usually had a hand on or near you. But now, his posture was stiff and unforgiving, and you couldn’t discern what exactly was wrong.

The ride back home was quiet despite your attempts at conversation. Jungkook’s answers were brief and clipped, tone agitated and kept his gaze outside the window, knee bouncing up and down continuously. Eventually you gave up and brought your gaze to your own window, a sick feeling settling deep within your stomach.

Arriving at the gates of his estate, you were eager to go to bed. Hopefully whatever was troubling Jungkook would be forgotten in the morning, and you would wake up to the beautiful man you knew, not whoever he is right now. You’ve seen him angry, you’ve seen him stressed, it happens when someone as young as him has responsibility over one of the richest companies in the world. But right now, Jungkook seems like he’s fuming, absolutely tense with anger, and you don’t know if running your hands through his hair and whispering reassuring words in his ear is going to work this time.

Exiting the car when it pulled up to the front of the house, Jungkook strides towards the door and stops as he reaches it, turning around and waiting for you to enter first. This is something he normally does, but you weren’t expecting this display of chivalry with how irate he seems. You smile gratefully nonetheless, and make your way up the stairs in the foyer to the bedroom you share, impatient to just change and sleep your worries off.

Entering the master bedroom, you slip off your shoes and push them to the side, taking off you’re your jewellery as you went. Facing the vanity in the room and slipping the jewellery into their rightful places, you’re startled when Jungkook closes the door with a bit more force than normal, narrowed eyes positioned on yours reflected in the mirror. He takes off his shoes and shrugs off his suit jacket, gaze never leaving yours as he stops near you. Just staring.

You slowly turn around, meeting his eyes uncertainly. He does nothing, except stare. And stare. And stare. Finally, you speak.

“Are you ok, Jungkook?”

At your question, Jungkook presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek.

“Who do you belong to?”

The question stuns you, something you did not expect to come out of his mouth. Ever. He knows you’re not property, knows nobody is, so the question leaves you wondering what has gotten into him, and your only answer is a stupefied expression.

Your silence ticks Jungkook off, and he scoffs, a disapproving stare trained on you.

“You really don’t see it, do you? You really can’t see the way other men look at you, wanting to take you away from me. Sweet, really, how pure you are. But it’s not that sweet when you bend over for other men to gawk at your ass.”

Ah, you realise belatedly, he was jealous. Very jealous. And now you know why he was frigid ever since you both came home, why he rushed you home. He was positively seething with jealousy.

You try to justify a crime you didn’t even realise you had committed.

“Wait…what? I-I didn’t know they were staring…Jimin dropped something so I went to pick it up for him…” you trail off, realising he wasn’t going to back down. His eyes, you notice, are impossibly black, and filled to the brim with lust.

“You know I love you, more than I can say. You own every piece of me I can give you. And I hoped that you would be the same,” Jungkook sighs, unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves, and yours eyes follow the movement, heat shooting straight to your core. Jungkook was a dominant lover with you, and you lived for it, but this enviousness that you can practically feel radiating off him is new – and it’s exciting. You know jealousy is not healthy, but right now you couldn’t care less, too preoccupied with desire clouding your mind and filling the air in the room. Jungkook continues speaking once both sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, revealing his forearms. “You think I liked watching them stare at you like you were meat? That you weren’t with me?”

Some part of you enjoys the envy he’s displaying – it makes you feel wanted, desired. But with Jungkook, that was already a common trait. It’s just…heightened, right now.

“I-I’m sorry…I really didn’t know…”

He furrows his brows and tuts. “You think I can let you get away with this?”

You can’t speak, tongue heavy in your mouth and excitement pulsing through your body.

“No way, baby girl. I think you need to be punished.”

You watched as he made his way to the edge of the bed, loosening his tie as he went, and gulped. He sat down, zeroed his dark eyes on yours, pointed to his lap, and gave one command.

“Bend over.”

With shaky legs, you walked over towards Jungkook, and stopped once you reached him. Unsure how to proceed, Jungkook grabbed your waist and tugged you so you were bending over his lap, upper half supported by the bed and lower half supported by his legs.

Jungkook’s hand trails up and down your back passing over your rear, before going lower to grab them hem of your dress and lift it up, leaving your ass exposed to him.

“There were three of them. Three who stared at this beautiful ass,” he emphasises his words by giving it a squeeze, a breath escaping you. “So, I think that deserves ten slaps each.”

Your eyes widen at that, not expecting that much. He’s spanked you before, but never that many, and not as fired up as he was right now.

“Can you handle that, baby?” he asks, looking towards you. You meet his eyes over your shoulders, and you know if you say anything other than ‘yes’, he’ll get even more irritated and it won’t be an enjoyable night for either of you. So, you nod your head, not trusting your voice and hope he’ll take it. Jungkook seems to accept it and says, “count them out loud for me.”

Nodding once again, you face forward and brace yourself for the slap to come. And quite the slap it was, sending your head upwards and yelp from your lips. But you know that’s only the beginning.

“One,” you count, voice breathless.

A slap appears again, but you prepared yourself this time, reaction not as exaggerated and count “two.”

Slap. “Three.” Slap. “Four.” Slap. “Five.” And it continues until he reaches ten. He stops for a moment, soothing the marks he created with his hand and giving you a moment to collect yourself. You whine, and bask in the comfort. Your legs feel like jelly, and it’s embarrassing how positively dripping you are at only 10 spanks, something you know he’s aware of, if the cocky smirk plastered on his face is any indication.

“You’re doing so well baby, only twenty more,” he coos, and once again you get ready for the onslaught of stings his hand will bring. “Ready?”

“Y-yes,” you choke out, and it begins again. Slap after slap.

He stops once again when he reaches twenty, soothing your raw red behind with his hands once more, whispering about how well you’re doing in your ear. Your breathing is shallow, hunger settling deep in the pit of your core. The pleasure outweighs the pain, and you can’t wait to get to the main event. Neither can Jungkook, enjoying this far too much, his rock-hard member straining against pants.

“Ten more, kitten, you can take more can’t you? And then I’ll reward you for your good behaviour,” he says, and it sends heat through you. With a revived sense of determination, you nod, and brace for the last ten spanks.

Once it’s all over with you deflate and feel Jungkook bend down to kiss your red cheeks, sending words of praise to you as he does so.

“You’ve been a very good girl for me, baby. And good girls get rewarded. Can you sit up for me?”

He helps you upwards and positions you on the bed, in which you sit up for a second before flopping on your back against the silk sheets, no energy left. Jungkook chuckles and helps you out of your dress and underwear, leaving you completely bare before his eyes. He looks up and down at you approvingly before leaning down kiss you, hard and strong, a kiss that leaves you breathless and full of want.

“Please Jungkook, I need you,” you whisper out when you part, and it sets Jungkook into motion, not wanting to waste any more time. He straightens up and rips off his shirt, moving to unbuckle his belt and pull off his pants. You admire his physique as he does so, eyes roving over the muscles that you never get tired of seeing. Jungkook smirks when he catches you ogling him, and you pull him down for a kiss when he finally rids himself of his pants and underwear. You feel his erection press against your soaking pussy and impatience floods your body.

“Jungkook, please,” you whimper against his mouth, and he grabs his cock, sliding it up and down your folds before easing in until your hips meet, a sigh leaving his lips. Giving a few moments for you to adjust, you rock your hips upwards, signalling you were ready and a groan leaves Jungkook’s lips as he starts to move.

You’re breathing picks up as his pace does, leaving you breathless and incoherent, muttering only his name and moans, your fingers laced in his hair and pulling. You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling your core tighten as he goes harder, when his voice makes your eyes open again.

“Look at me, baby, look only at me. I want to see you when you cum,” he moans out, angling his hips and hitting a spot inside you that sets your body alight. You obey, and keep your eyes on him, even as his hand snakes down past your breasts to rub your clit in fast circles, pleasure spiking through every crevice of your being before it bursts, shooting waves of pleasure throughout your form, mouth open in a silent moan but your eyes never stray from Jungkook’s as he pumps in and out of you faster to reach his high, following you soon after, head bowed as he moans out words like “beautiful”, “baby”, and “mine”. He collapses on top of you, spent and presses light kisses of love against your neck that makes you smile.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders as he rests his head on your chest, his arms tight around your waist as you both catch your breath. You break the silence that has surrounded you.

“So, you were jealous?”

Jungkook cringes and burrows his face further into your chest, making you laugh at his sudden shyness.

“Yeah. I can’t help it though. I want to be the only one you need, the only one to make you feel good. I love you too much to let you go,” he admits, and it makes your heart warm with affection.

“Idiot, I’m not leaving you. I won’t ever, I love you. Not anyone else. Just you,” you reply, smiling warmly down at him when he peeks up at you and he grins, leaning in for another passionate kiss, wrapping you up in his arms protectively as you both fall asleep together.

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douchebagbrainwaves · 5 years

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5 Ways Disney Can’t Stop Screwing Up Star Wars

Star Wars. You love it! You think it’s great. But what if Star Wars stopped being great? That would be bad, right? And bad things aren’t great! Everybody knows that! Seeing as how we’re all in agreement here, let’s talk about the possibility that Disney’s entire strategy for Star Wars might be, as a whole, actually madly deeply verifiably bad. I know it’s painful to fathom such a terrible possibility — I mean, The Last Jedi looks just bonkers — but I can’t help to notice a few glaring red flags. Bad flags. So without further ado …

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