#i mean I was starting to speed up without noticing and lost control for a while it’s like I was asleep but I wasn’t

[diari0deglierrori]

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[eiightysixbaby]

Okay, so, this is kind of embarrassing to type out but kind of a hot idea for a fic, too? Please delete if it makes you uncomfortable!

Last night I had a little *me time* with my vibrator and my little machine (it's like one of those things you put a dildo on and you can set the speed to whatever you want so it's like it's fucking you) and I was on my tummy and had the vibe pressed to my clit and I came soooo hard but I don't know who to imagine when I think about someone finding me like that, Eddie, Robin, or Jonathan. 🫣 Send help!

ooooomg. i mean like they would all short circuit if they witnessed that, let’s just get that out of the way. but like, i guess i can elaborate. 🤭 i chose to do robin for this one, let’s try something new!! also i made this maybe a little more cutesy flirty than downright hot, but i hope you like it 🥹

18+ only pleaseeeeee

You let out an audible sigh the second you sink down onto the silicone toy. It presses so deep, your body slowly adjusting to the intrusion.

Quite honestly, it had been a long day, and you were pent up and seeking release. With your period just around the corner, your hormones are spiking at an all-time high, and you really aren’t sure how you even survived your shift at work without combusting.

You click a button on your tiny little remote, controlling the contraption you’ve strapped the dildo to. It starts to slowly move, helping the toy undulate, mimicking the thrusts of another person. Your brows furrow, your head tipping back as you rock your hips to meet the slow and steady thrusts.

Inhaling sharply, you click on your vibrator, pressing the tip of it against your puffy clit. A moan rips its way out of you, the second toy making your pleasure even greater. You’re grateful you have your apartment to yourself, your roommate’s shift running late tonight, so you don’t have to stifle your sounds.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, tension building in the pit of your gut already, a coil ready to snap and it’s only been a couple of minutes. You work your vibrator in rhythmic circles on your sensitive bud, panting as you inch yourself closer to your first climax of the evening.

With a cry, you’re clenching around the pink dildo, zaps of pleasure coursing through your desperate body. You give yourself a moment to steady your breathing before you’re upping the speed on your little fuck toy, letting out a long, low groan as the dildo fucks you faster.

If you hadn’t been lost in bliss, you’d have heard the front door open. If there wasn’t a white-hot ringing in your ears, you’d have heard Robin call out for you. But you didn’t, and you hadn’t, and all too late your bedroom door is swinging open.

Robin’s never been great with the whole knocking thing.

Her bright blue eyes go wide, her jaw flopping open and closed like a fish out of water.

“Oh! I- uh- I’m so sorry, ohmygod—” she stammers, her face going bright red.

Your mouth falls into an ‘O’ shape, frozen at the shock of being caught. Robin’s eyes flit from your face to the toy that’s fucking you and back again, neither of you knowing what to say.

You feel your whole body heat, and for a split second the thought passes through your brain that you’re flustered because you want her to see you, not because you’re embarrassed that she did.

You don’t have the capacity to unpack that though, not when a seven-inch dildo is rocking into you and your vibrator is buzzing suddenly way too loud and Robin is now covering her eyes with her hand and awkwardly stumbling out of your room.

“Rob, wait!” you call, hurriedly shutting off your toys, slipping on an oversized sweatshirt and some underwear.

You find yourself worried — irrationally so, you can admit — that you’ll find Robin packing a bag to stay at Steve’s or something. Too traumatized to continue to live with you.

What you actually walk in on is Robin anxiously pacing the floor of her room, her face going that same shade of red when she notices you.

“I am sofuckingsorry, I did not mean to walk in on you and I also didn’t mean to stare for a second there but like, wow, that was a lot, and—”

“Rob, hey,” you interrupt, knowing she’ll ramble for god knows how long if you don’t settle her.

She stops her movements, chewing on her lip as she skittishly meets your eyes again.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve been more careful and like, locked my door or something. I thought you were working late, I did not intend for you to… see that..” you tell her, wringing your hands together. You feel feverish, that heat creeping back up your neck and flooding your face.

Because suddenly you want to ask her if she’ll touch you, if she’ll be the one to bring you to sweet release. Suddenly your stupid crush that you’ve been trying to tell yourself didn’t exist, is hitting you full-force like a freight train. Suddenly Robin is so strikingly beautiful — and she always has been — but it’s suffocating now.

“I- um,” she starts, her expression a little bit frantic as she picks her next words. “Are you… upset? That I saw you like that?”

The question shocks you, and you hesitate to answer for a moment.

“Was that so stupid to ask? I’m sorry, I am totally making this worse—”

“I wasn’t upset,” you cut her off. “I think I kind of… secretly hoped you’d walk in on me.”

Now it’s her turn to be speechless, and god, she looks so fucking cute when she doesn’t know what to say. Her eyes have gone so wide, and you can’t help but clock the way her gaze shifts to your mouth.

Maybe it’s not a big deal if you have a huge crush on your roommate, because maybe she has a crush on you, too. Maybe it’s always been this way, and you were just too stupid to see the signs.

You take a couple steps toward her, until you can feel the heat from her body radiating off of her. “Just tell me if this isn’t what you want, okay?” You ask, taking her face gently in your hands and bringing her to you, searching her eyes for approval before fully closing the distance.

She nods, a barely noticeable thing, and then you’re pressing your lips to hers. Your heart beats hard, and you wonder if hers is doing the same thing. The way she pulls away and has to literally catch her breath is confirmation that it is.

There’s a giddy type of silence, the kind that comes after new boundaries are crossed and there’s tangible tension in the air.

“Can I please touch you now?” she murmurs finally, sounding as if she’s been dying to ask that question for an eternity, if not longer. “Because watching you fuck yourself on that toy made me start sweating.”

You can’t help but giggle, and her expression lightens at your laughter.

“God, yes,” you reply. “You just edged me so hard walking in on me like that.”

She laughs, now, the nervous edge to her demeanor wearing off little by little. “Oh, poor thing,” she says, getting her footing in the situation. “I’ll have to take care of that.”

A little smirk plays on her pretty lips, and she kisses you again on the mouth before moving down to your jaw. Her hand reaches down to cup your heat through your thin underwear, and already you’re seeing stars.

She’s going to make sure you see the whole galaxy tonight.

[adventuringblind]

Hi, I noticed (mainly bc u read a lot of your work) that you write a lot of dark/ self harm based/themed fics so I was wondering if you would be comfortable with writing a lestappen x reader with an Ed. It’s totally fine if you don’t want to so ofc feel free to ignore

(Your work is always very well written and I look forward to reading what you post next)

One for you and One for me

Lestappen x Reader

Genre: Angst/hurt comfort

Summary: Nobody is immune to the toxicity of social media, Charles and Max help their girl through it

Warnings: HEAVY ED, toxic media, body dysmorphia, sexual acts are mentioned but nothing happens

Notes: You must be psychic because I you sent this while I'm struggling with my own ED. I hope this helps you as much as it did me! 😊

Masterlist

Social media is something that everyone seems to revolve around. In theory, it could be great. Getting to see photos of friends and family and updates from celebrities you wouldn't otherwise interact with.

But here's the catch: in practice, the entire thing falls apart. People are left with images of things that are unachievable. Photoshop and filters have become everyone's new best friends. People put only their best foot forward and try to look as perfect as possible.

And those who don't? The ones who are criticized? The ones who will never meet that expectation? They are left trying to swim to the surface of a never-ending ocean. Drowning under the weight never being enough.

So, they do what they can. Nothing can be that bad if it makes them feel better, right? What's one meal skipped every day to cut back on calories?

In her case, she'd cut it all out. The idea of perfection and control weigh heavy in the pit of her stomach. The one that is currently growling as she weighs herself for the fifth time that day alone.

It's addicting, really, the feeling she gets from having gone another hour without a meal. The elation of seeing the scale drop in number.

The media and fans had been all over her appearance after going public with Max and Charles. She'd tried to ignore, but there was a piece of her looking for an excuse to dive back into the habits of her teenage years.

Her mother said she never looked like she had an eating disorder. Her father only started compliment her on her appearance once she was significantly underweight.

Max and Charles had been there for the fall. Her habits finally catching up to her when she started working with Redbull. She didn't have the energy to keep up with the schedule and one day had simply collapsed.

She'd gotten better. Promised the two boys they would never be on the verge of losing her like that again.

Now here she is, breaking that promise over the triple header by not eating at all. She'd started slowly, but now she has a chance to speed things up before the two boys notice anything. Too busy to really pay attention to her weight.

Maybe it would've been better if they hadn't been caught eating together. The fans might have a little less leverage to use on her. Maybe if she wasn't wearing something more revealing to a party in Monaco then they wouldn't have noticed how she looks.

The number on the scale is far from perfect, but it'll do for now. She slips on her teamwear that is looser than it was a few days ago. A satisfied but tired smile plays on her lips as she walks out the door.

The paddock is busy prior to the race. cameras are everywhere and she does her best to avoid them. Thankful her job is away from the majority of people. The less the cameras see of her, the better. A small part of her wonders if it would simply be better to disappear or become invisible. Maybe if she's thin enough, she'll be invisible from the side.

The day seems to drag on. The race is good and ends with both Max and Charles on the podium. It's the last race of the triple header meaning they will want to celebrate properly tonight. Maybe they will compliment her more now that she's lost weight. There is a prominent gap in her thighs and maybe will even be light enough for them to carry. The though makes her swoon.

The cheery conversation in the car quickly turns to logistics. Plans for dinner are made and she claims to have eaten while finishing up her work. To hungry to wait any longer.

There is a hesitant pause. They like knowing she ate with visible proof. That being the reason they eat together or at least someone is there to tell she ate if asked. Even if it's a bite.

They don't mention it. Charles orders in while Max drags her out of ear shot. She assumes it's because he is pent up, nothing surprising after a race. But nothing happens and she is left mildly disappointed.

Max cups her face. "I'm sorry we've been so busy."

"That's not your fault."

"No, but-" Max looks hesitant. "We know you haven't been eating. You're exhausted and your clothes don't fit. We can feel your bones when we hold you at night." She looks at Max in horror. "We thought maybe if we just made sure you felt comfortable that you would come to us but it's bad again."

Charles puts hands on her hips. "We'll take it slow, like last time. But please, we love you too much to see you become a shell of yourself again."

They say in that embrace until there is a knock at the door. Max is quick to answer it. He comes back holding their dinner. An extra box sits on top. One she assumes is for her.

"We got you a small salad. Nothing massive, no dressing, just vegetables." Max sets it all out on the table. They keep up casual conversation, so she doesn't feel horribly uncomfortable. Until they notice she is just playing with her food.

"How about, we continue talking, but we take turns taking bites? If you manage three, we'll call it a night," suggests Charles. Goal setting was helpful last time around. One week she took one bite of every meal, the next was two, and so on.

She manages three bites. Each of her own followed by one of theirs.

They all clamber into bed afterwards. Exhaustion hits her hard.

No, it's not perfect or straightforward. Relapses happen but healing is full of ups and downs. But she has people who care and who love her for who she is, not what she looks like. They'd rather her be healthy then bringing herself to the brink of collapse. And she loves them enough to try her best which is all they can ask for.

[lightningmcqueen-waferbox]

For all the people upset and angry about the Stroll and Ricciardo (and Piastri) incident, that is completely understandable, your favourites race was ruined by another driver and you feel frustrated. However this does not give you leave to hate Stroll for what is by all accounts a racing incident and was almost completely unavoidable given the circumstances. The incident you see is not occurring due to malicious intent or a lack of skill or concentration, it is simply an unfortunate consequence of compounding factors that could not be escaped.

My reasons for saying this, and a couple of things I think people should note are below the break.

First, when watching the replay one thing is immediately obvious, because of the speed at which the collision occurred, you can make a pretty good estimate of when contact first initiated. From there you can then tell that prior to contact, the nose of Ricciardo was already underneath piastri. This lokely means that contact had already occurred, if not significant, and may have still proceeded further without any outside influence (which could have meant damage to Piastri was inevitable, or at least Riccardo's front wing). As such, it is unfair to say that Stroll caused that particular collision completely (there is definite contribution but not entirely on him, Riccardo is just as at fault in this instance).

Second, there was genuinely no where else for him to go. If he goes to the outside to avoid a collision, he's onto the curb and grass, potentially causing a loss of control and a collision anyway. If he goes to the inside of the track, there is potential then gor a lock up in which case he goes straight on and t-bones another driver, thus another collision.

Now on to the cause of the rear ending, it takes a bit more than looking at just the two cars (03 & 18) to determine what the cause may have been. As an example, a popular take I've seen so far includes people saying "it was at a hairpin, he should have known cars are going slow and slowed down accordingly". This doesn't necessarily make sense. If this happened at the first lap of the safety car, then the idea has merit. However, this happened at the end of the safety car period, with no incident occuring earlier thus implying that such an incident is isolated and may have a bit more to it than what it appears to be.

Also note that these cars DO NOT have break lights, thus comparing it to a road car doesn't work either.

For what actually occurred, it's a bit if a chain reaction unfortunately resulting in a collision at the end. First, Perez is further ahead of Sainz than what Sainz is comfortable with going into a restart, so Sainz accelerates to close it. This then prompts Alonso to follow suit, then Russell, then Piastri, Ricciardo, and Stroll when the widening gap is noticed. However, because humans can only react so fast, the marginal difference between the car ahead accelerating to the following car accelerating compounds gradually, and for drivers this may only be 0.2 of a second, but over 5 drivers that is almost a full second delay.

As Sainz approaches the corner, he breaks, which then prompts Alonso to break, however he may have been going slightly faster than the tires could handle so as not to get dropped upon the restart, and therefore locks up.

As such, Russell must break as quickly as possible to avoid Alonso, who has momentarily lost control. Because he is trying to avoid a collision with Alonso ahead, he may also break a bit heavier than he usually would into this corner.

This then pushes Piastri to hit the brakes, again harder than usual, to avoid Russell, who's is attempting to avoid Alonso.

Now we get to Ricciardo. Because of the compounding reaction times of the drivers ahead and himself, it is possible that Ricciardo was starting to accelerate as Alonso started locking up, thus giving him a much smaller window to effectively brake to avoid Piastri (as noted above, he did not entirely avoid this outcome prior to contact with Stroll).

Here is where that compounding reaction time effect really comes into play. Lance Stroll is fifth in the line behind Sainz. If all drivers are given a reaction time of 0.2, then his reaction to Sainz accelerating is 1 second, 0.8 to Alonso. Given a one second difference between Sainz accelerating and braking, then by the time Stroll starts to accelerate, Sainz is starting to brake. Another reminded here that the driver has a very limited view of what is happening ahead, so for Stroll he can see Ricciardo and Sainz, and that's about it. If he is watching the driver furthest ahead (Sainz), who is braking relatively normally, then there is jo reason to assume that the other drivers are not, especially as he cannot see them, therefore doesn't know Alonso has locked up and that Russell and Piastri are braking more than usual into this corner.

Quick reminder here that the compounding reaction times of the drivers meant that Ricciardo was late on the brakes and was likely going to rear end Piastri regardless of Stroll behind (and was infact underneath Piadtri at the time of contact anyway). As such, by the time Stroll has started accelerating, others are already heavy on the brakes, which means that regardless of how hard the brakes are hit there is not enough time for him to decelerate to a speed which may have prevented a crash with Ricciardo.

Seen below is a very quickly (and badly) drawn diagram of what I am talking about. The car at the front starts to accelerate, so all the cars accelerate. By the time the car at the back starts accelerating, the cars at the front are starting to brake. By the time the cars at the back have started reaching speed the cars infront of them are rapidly decelerating, leaving little time for the cars at the back to also decelerate. As such the cars at the back end up too close and hit the rear of the car infront. The further back in the line you are, the worse the effect.

Could it have been possible for the to have been less damage? Yes, however only if it were at a different spot on the track where more visibility is afforded for the cars behind. It is important to remember that as far as Stroll can possibly be aware everyone ahead of him is going into this corner as expected and going to be braking accordingly. As such he does not have time to fully slow down with the limited space afforded by all cars ahead, given they are slowing much faster than usual. Given the part of the track these cars where on and the circumstances leading up to the collision however, means that I don not think there is anyway this could have been avoided, especially given how close they all were to each other.

Do I think the penalty was deserved? Maybe. On one hand Stroll did end Riccardo's race, and potentially cause further damage to Piastri. On the other, the incident was completely unavoidable and should be considered as such. A racing incident and nothing more.

Whether or not you disagree with me does not matter, and you are entitled your beliefs and opinions. However what you cannot do is spread unnecessary hate for a driver in a sport where these things happen. Yes you are allowed to be upset and angry about what has happened, but I guarantee that every single driver on the grid has made a stupid mistake that has ruined another's race at some point. This is why penalties exist, to punish people that have done something to detract from the performance of another driver or team in an unfair and detrimental way whether big or small. It does not give you leave to call for a driver to lose their seat and super licence for one incident, and spew vitriol in a space where the driver you are targeting is almost guaranteed not to see it. You are preaching to the masses, and making anyone that may be a fan of Stroll unwelcome and uncomfortable in almost all spaces.

[sixeyescurseuser]

Bunjo

Thinking about canon but make it hybrid au - bunny hybrid Gojo and human Geto. 

The Gojo clan is very adamant about breeding within the same species of rabbit family. Something about maintaining a pure bloodline and having a mate that will instinctively know what’s best for you.

Then, THE Gojo Satoru goes off to Jujutsu High, and imprints on a HUMAN. 

The thing is, Gojo’s never had trouble controlling his bunny instincts - not since he was a kid. But whenever he’s around Suguru, his self-control goes out of the window. 

Meanwhile, Geto came from a small country town so he’s not used to this many hybrids there are in the big cities - and so many varieties!

It’d be so funny if the first time Geto “met” Gojo was when Gojo was in bun form.

Bun Gojo - “Bunjo” for short - gets restless when he doesn’t shift for more than a week. Upon wanting to explore the campus in his bun form, he lost track of time, aka the moment their new classmate arrived on campus.

So Geto comes across this snow-white bun snoozing in one of the chairs in the main dormitory room. He slowly approaches, unsure if the bun will startle or not.

When Geto cautiously reaches his hand out, his fingers brush against soft white fur, and the bun’s ears twitch a bit. 

Cute! Geto thinks. 

***

By the end of their first year, everyone now getting along very well, lizard-hybrid Shoko comes to find Gojo has SCENT-MARKED Geto, which is a big no-no between hybrids without consent. 

Shoko: “You idiot, you can’t do that!”

Gojo: “Huh? Do what?”

Shoko: “...have you smelled Geto recently?”

Gojo: “Duh. And Suguru smells the same.”

Shoko mentally facepalms. Gojo didn’t even realize he had scent-marked Geto? That’s somehow even worse. 

It seems that to Gojo, Geto smelling like him feels so right that he didn't even notice. 

***

Geto 24/7: “How are you a bunny hybrid but you hate veggies?” 💀

Gojo: “Say that again and I will bite you.”

***

Gojo turns into a bunny when he’s angy. Like when he stubbornly doesn’t want to talk to anyone and childishly runs away. 

Poof! He’s a bun and then HE FLEES. (Bun on the loose!)

Geto is usually the one to find him and bring him back. Even if Geto was the one who made Gojo angy by accidentally forgetting to meet Gojo at the new bakery he wanted to try. 

(Geto, chasing after the white blur: “Satoru STOP”

Hearing those words, the white bun speeds up impossibly faster.)

Whenever Geto finally convinces Gojo to stop running, he has to have a piece of clothing ready to carry the white bun back. Usually, that’s one of his sweatshirts, which he’ll swaddle bun Gojo in and scoop up into his arms.

Yet another sweatshirt Geto will have to wash because it has white hairs all over it now.

***

Geto gets cute aggression with Bunjo, starts squishing and pinching the cute bun. 

(Geto does that with human Gojo’s cheeks too.)

Gojo wouldn’t have it any other way. He loves pets, and Geto’s hand is sometimes the best reward. 

Bunjo will hop over to Geto and flip over onto his back - exposing his tummy. Geto doesn’t hesitate to stroke the soft fur, which smells so sweet somehow; he buries his face into Bunjo’s furry body and showers him with kisses. 

Whenever Bunjo has been running around for the day, he comes back all dusty. Cue Geto picking Bunjo up and patting the dust off like he’s a rug.

After one final shake, Geto finishes the patting session with a kiss to Bunjo’s head. 

***

Bunjo being a brat and dive-bombing Nanami during a training session. In bun form, he’s somehow hopping so high in the air and lands a kick right to Nanami’s ass. 😭

Nanami immediately yells, “GETO-SAN, COME PICK HIM UP. PLEASE. TAKE RESPONSIBILITY!”

Geto, who is busy helping Haibara train, shouts back, “Just indulge him for a bit!”

Nanami: “HAH?”

Geto: “Spar with him!”

Bunjo’s back leg thumps the ground twice as he launches himself into the air to push a paw into Nanami’s face.

Nanami: “GETO-SAN, THIS IS RIDICULOUS, WHAT DO YOU MEAN SPAR WITH HI-“ *gets kicked HARD on his face by Bunjo*

When Geto finally comes over, Nanami is on the ground holding Bunjo up by the armpits and as far away from his face as possible.

As soon as Geto takes Bunjo into his arms, the white bun melts against Geto’s body, ears twitching happily.

That’s the first day Nanami begins to lose respect for his senpais. 

After that, Nanami has war flashbacks anytime he comes across a wild rabbit that’s the same shade of white as Gojo.

***

w/ @no-one-says-hi

[naraven]

Dear @mochinon-yah,

Hello, Operator! For your next mission, we have decided to pair you up with the following operator(s):

AAK

On your first ever mission for Rhodes Island, you were assigned along some other experienced operators and also a feline who was sitting off to the side, looking rather uninterested. Maybe in a move to calm your nerves, you take in a deep breath and headed over to his side

As you introduce yourself to him, he starts to grin to himself, all while your nerves worsen as he opens his mouth.

"Hehe, watch out my dude. A Zalak like you is easy prey on the battlefield to someone like me."

Oh no.

Luckily though, the operation went well. Suffering only a couple minor injuries, you didn't expect the Feline from earlier to be the one bandaging you up.

"Oh, are you a medic operator? I didn't know that."

You muse at him. He quirks an eyebrow, but turns back to dabbing a bit of alcohol on your injuries, resulting in you wincing a little.

"Nah, just someone who doesn't like seeing people hurt. Some advice, my dude, but keep an eye out for projectiles. Those seem to be your weak spots."

You pout, silently resigning as he wraps up the last of your wounds. Admittedly, yes, you were the most injured by enemy casters and snipers.

"Names Aak, by the way. Nice to meet you, Operator [Y/N]."

Eh? You never told him...

Soon enough, you start seeing him more and more. Sure enough, he's more so a pharmacist rather than a medic. You passed by and noticed him in a lab once, and his sinister cackling captivated you (for some reason).

He's a lot more chill than your first impression of him. Both of you bond over the latest comics and video games, and start staying up late talking and bonding over them.

It's a bad habit that you both started, but time seems to move twice the speed when you start ranting about the newest trailer for a video game you both enjoy or getting ready to binge a new comic all night.

He won't admit it, but your pure and simple way of life is something he admires. Maybe, he thinks, he can live a life unburdened by his medical past with you.

In a lone dorm room , the sounds of a video game on the screen and the mashing of controller buttons enter the ears of the two inhabiting the dark.

After a tense moment, the Zalak yelps as the screen starts flashing LOST on her side of the screen.

"Oh, c'mon! Let me win for once, please?"

Aak only snickers, reaching for the thrown controller and handing it back to you. When you take it graciously, you wait a while for Aak to start another game before it turns into a whole minute of just sitting there.

"Aak? What's wrong?"

He stares at your wrist, and you suddenly flinch at the memories of your most recent operation.

"Aak, I'm-"

"When did that happen?"

The crystals that started blooming on your left arm suddenly felt like they were melting into your skin again for the first time.

"You know the most recent mission I went on, right? There was an unexpected death of an Infected, and I guess I wasn't far enough from the explosion..."

He continued his staring. After a while, your thoughts started running a bit too much.

"I mean, I can leave if you want. I know Oripathy can spread really quickly, I should have known better than to come into your room without telling you-"

"No!"

Just as you start to stand, both you and Aak stare at each other in pure panic. Realizing he was touching the growing black rocks on your skin, you rip is away from him and hide it behind your back.

"Sorry, I should have told you, my bad..."

He continues to stare at where your infection was.

"I'm not angry, my dude. I just... wish you would have told me."

So I could help you.

You flinch. Well, you were going to tell him, but it completely slipped your mind when you came back to Rhodes Island and saw him again.

"Well, it doesn't really matter now." He mumbles, suddenly standing up himself.

"Aak...?"

"There's no cure, so I can't save you in a way that can help you live. But..."

He muses, grabbing your arm again. When you try to hide it from him, he grips a bit harder and exposes it out in the air.

You stay deathly silent, wondering what he might say next as you hold your breath.

"Well, medicine in all things eventually becomes moot. Until then, little Zalak..."

He brings your hand closer to him, your palm cradling his cheek.

"I'm afraid that I'm the best you've got."

[iguana-eyanna]

Come Home

Pairing: Racer X / Rex Racer x reader

Summary: Racer X visits his past when he realizes he could lose everything once again

X's footsteps were heard loudly in the hospital. He was frantic, eyes bewildered as he couldn't control his emotions.

He goes up to the front desk, trying to form a sentence.

"Hi, I'm here for the racers?" He asks.

The nurse points to the wing to her right and makes his way, running towards it. He enters to a waiting room and sees Speed Racer sitting frantically in a seat, moving his leg up and down. Speed turns and sees X standing in the middle of the room.

"X, what are you doing here?" Speed asks, getting out of his chair.

"When you expressed on the phone about your nephew, I just wanted to come and support you all." He said.

"Thank you, you don't know how much that means to us. We've been trying to get his mom to rest but she can't leave his side."

"If it's alright, I'd like to meet her." He said.

"Of course, she's down five rooms from here." Speed said.

X's feet carried him to where he'll find her.

Now, he sees you by the window sitting by your son's bed, your hands holding a small pendant that's around your necklace.

In Rex's eyes, you haven't changed in the past ten years.

You were the woman who had once stolen his heart and made him believe in love. But he had to make the hardest decision of his life, and now Racer X found himself standing outside of the hospital door, feeling a mix of nervousness and hope. He had readjusted his mask, making sure that his true identity remained hidden, as he didn't want to jeopardize his secret life as a racer.

As he knocked on the door, his heart raced. He hadn't seen you since that fateful day when he had disappeared from your life without a trace, leaving you heartbroken and confused. But now, he had a desperate reason to reach out to you.

The two days he saw you last was when he left home. You couldn't understand why he had to this, but he was trying to take down those who were disgracing the art of racing. You knew he had to do it, and that was the last night you spent with him before you lost him.

When Rex faked his death, all he could think of was you. He was holding onto a tree, far away from the funeral service. He saw his family, crying and mourning the lost of their eldest son. The last person standing over his grave was you, and you placed your hand over your belly, realizing that your unborn child will never meet his father. Rex realized what happened, and he vowed that day he'd to get away in order to protect you two no matter the cost.

He had to break his vow today.

The door opened, and there you stood, just as beautiful as he remembered her. Your eyes widened with surprise as you took in the figure standing in front of you. You couldn't describe it, but there was something about him that felt familiar, as if your heart recognized him before your mind could catch up.

"Racer X," You said softly, voice tinged with curiosity and caution.

He nodded, unable to find the words to speak. He had rehearsed what he would say a thousand times in his head, but now that he was here, facing you, his tongue felt tied in knots.

But he didn't have to explain. Not yet. Instead, he simply said, "May I?"

Your expression softened, and gestured for him to come inside. As they sat down, he noticed the young boy who was asleep. He saw at the edge of the bed, he read the young boy's name.

Rex "Archie" Racer Jr.

His heart clenched, knowing that the boy was his son, their son.

"How old is he?" He asks, still standing.

"He just turned 10 two weeks ago." You said in a small voice.

The silence became loud as the two didn't say much to each other. All you could do was stare at your son.

"He just started to ride in those cars Speed had when he was a kid. Then he got a fever that never went down. I knew something was wrong, and once we got to the hospital..." You sobbed, breaking down.

X couldn't take it seeing you like this. He walked up carefully, placing a hand on your shoulder. You turned around and hugged him tightly as you cried.

"He's AB negative. No one in the family matches his blood type except- except for his father. the hospital is trying to find a donor, but they're still searching. I lost my world ten years ago, and I can't lose my son too."

Maybe you were just lacking sleep and were holding onto something close to keep you sane, but the same feelings you had once seeing him came back.

"Why did you come?" you ask Racer X.

"I- I had to." X said.

You lightly scoff, looking down at the ground.

"You know, Speed told me this ridiculous story that somehow you were his brother Rex. But I didn't believe it... because if it was him, he would have stayed." You said.

"All I just wanted was for him to come home. So, please... if I think this actually you, Rex, tell me now.”

Racer X took a deep breath, and for the first time in years, he removed his mask, revealing his true identity. Tears filled your eyes as you looked at him. He didn't have the same features he once had, but you knew this was the man you had once loved and lost.

He kneels down next to you so both of you were on the same level.

"I know I made a mistake," Rex said, his voice filled with regret. "But if I stayed, a lot of people would've hurt the family. Our family. And I couldn't forgive myself if something happened to you two... But now I'm here, and I want to help."

You looked at him for a moment, your heart torn between anger and longing. But the love you had once felt for him was still there, buried deep inside your heart.

"Fine," you finally said, her voice trembling with emotion. "But this doesn't mean I forgive you, Rex."

Racer X nodded, understanding the hurt and pain he had caused you. He couldn't change the past, but he was determined to make things right now, for their son's sake.

"Mom?" a small voice called out to you.

You turn around and see your son slightly awake.

"Hi baby..." You whispered, wiping away your tears so he wouldn't see you sad.

"Who's that?" he asks, squinting at rex behind you.

You stare back at Rex, unsure of what to say.

All Rex could do is get up and go next to his bed, giving him a small smile.

"I heard you were sick, I wanted to help by donating my blood for you. Seems we're a match." Rex said.

"Really?" Your son asks, with hope in his voice.

Rex couldn't help but smile back, tears pricking in his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm here for you, and for your mom too." Rex said, looking back at you with a grateful smile.

Once the doctors found out that Racer X was a match, they wasted no time setting up the transfusion.

You told your family that Racer X had the same blood type and the transfusion was a success. They all rejoiced, but you could see Speed looking a bit skeptical. He knew he'll catch on, but for now, you needed to focus on the matter at hand. While they watched over Rex Jr., you visited Rex in his recovery room.

He sat up once he saw you, awaiting the results.

"He's alright?" He asks.

You nod, smiling as you sat next to him.

"Yeah, Archie is going to be alright." You said.

Rex releases a sigh of relief and sits back.

You were about to say something until Rex places his hand on top of yours.

"I know what you're going to say. I don't deserve a 'thank you,' I would have done anything to save him... and you."

"I know, Rex. But, did you want come back to us if Archie wasn't sick?" You asked.

Rex looks at you with broken eyes.

"After all of these years, I thought me being gone was the best thing. I wanted you to move on."

"Can't you see that I haven't? Pops, Mom, Speed... we still think of you every single day. And when I look at Archie's eyes, all I could see is you, Rex. And I still, I still love you dammit." You said, tears falling down your face.

Rex reaches over and wipes your tears softly, kissing your tear stained cheeks. His lips come dangerously close to yours and looked at you.

"Not a day goes by where I want to melt in your love again."

You move closer as you hold him in your arms, touch starved.

"Then come home, Rex."

Without hesitation, Rex kisses passionately. You hold onto him, afraid that he'll slip through your fingers. But he didn't.

And that's when you knew he was here to stay.

[sequencefairy]

Disclaimer before I tell this story: I like to drive fast, I know the dimensions of my vehicle, I know what gap I can fit into, I commit to my choices when I'm in care and control of my vehicle. Second-guessing yourself will get you killed, so decide quickly, and then make your move. Fast and accurate, people.

Couple of weeks ago, I was driving to the city from home. Home is a small town, and the city's the city. Lotsa traffic. I regularly get frustrated with people in the city who don't use their signals, or who try to change lanes into the side of me, or who run lights, etc. But the drive in is nice at that hour of the morning, usually! It's county roads and then the highway and usually I'm leaving early enough that I miss most of the traffic.

So, I'm past halfway, and I'm in a little group of cars and we're stretched out doing like, I dunno, a buck fifteen (speed limit is 80km/h, roads were dry, sun is rising, no one is following too close), and behind me, on my left, I see this pick up truck.

He probably did eight of us, hauled in two cars ahead of me, and then popped out again to do three more, and then two more, and then i lost him over the crest of the hill. If we were doing a buck fifteen, he had to have been pushing a buck thirty going by me. Where's a cop when you fuckin' need one, right?

So, I'm like whatever, he'll get his someday. Firm believer in the balancing hand of the universe, me.

We come up to this lone traffic light, which is usually green, but today, someone must've been coming up from the other county road, and that's chill, it's green again, but we're slowing waaaaay down because at the head of the line is a full grain truck. He's getting himself going and shifting through his many gears to do it, and it takes a while! It's fine, I know he'll get up to speed and I know we're coming up to a town where the speed limit drops to 60km/h halfway up a hill and then 40km/h through the centre of town, so I am not minding that we're taking our time.

This little Chevy SUV roars past me on the left, and he's making stupid passing decisions. The pickup truck earlier wasn't making the best choices, but he wasn't passing going up a blind hill or nipping in and out without a signal which is making everyone in our little column nervy, which means brake lights and people bunching up, and I'm like, okay, well, this is getting dangerous, so I'm backing off and off and leaving a bunch of space between me and the SUV in front of me, you know, just in case we gotta stop suddenly 'cause the idiot has caused a wreck further up.

At this point, I'm really starting to wonder why I haven't seen a single fuckin' cop this whole trip. There's usually at least one, and sometimes also a ghost car doing a speed trap, but there's been nada today.

We get to where the speed limit drops, and the grain truck turns into the feed mill, as I figured he would, and then traffic slows to a fuckin' crawl. Sure, it's 40km/h on the other side of the lights, but like, it should still be moving. So I'm like, what has happened? Is there a farm implement? A horse and buggy? (I do this entire drive through Mennonite country after all).

Then, I notice debris on the road. Bits of car. And I'm thinking oh no.

And then, I see it.

On my right, pulled over to the side, out of traffic, I spy the little Chevy SUV. His driver's side rear quarter panel is mangled, his tire's gone. The guy's out of the car gabbing on his phone so he's clearly fine. And THEN, on my left, on the shoulder, as we all crawl through town, in front of the private school that is the reason for this speed limit, is the pickup truck from before!

His right passenger front quarter panel is scraped to shit, his front bumper is hanging off. He's standing in front of his truck, hands on his hips, looking very put out by his circumstances.

I have never in my life seen karma applied with such a precision edge. No other vehicles were involved. Just the two idiots who were in such a fuckin' hurry they were probably playing leap frog chicken in a school zone. Truly, a thrilling conclusion to that drive.

[wandering-star-storyteller]

Kid Math To The Power! Chapter 2

(Hey kids! Today’s featured words are accelerate and antagonize.)

“When we last left off, the sinister antagonist known as Miss Power had just returned to Earth. Meanwhile, in our fair city, Wordgirl and Kid Math had yet another training session cut short because Becky Botsford had to go home for dinner. Kid Math wanted to stay and get some more practice. With Miss Power on Earth again, it looks like he’s going to need it…”

In the next town over, a small figure in blue sat on the roof of a fancy hotel watching the stars. There weren’t that many to see when you were in the big city, but he could make out several particularly bright lights. Humans hadn’t really figured out space travel yet, but it was cute to watch their planes and helicopters soaring just a little farther than the clouds. They’d even managed to launch a few artificial satellites and…

Kid Math sat up, squinting. There was a streak of brilliant blue light plummeting towards the ground at a 70 degree angle. It was too bright for a meteor(or was it a meteorite? He’d have to ask Wordgirl what the difference was later) and it definitely didn’t look like anything from Earth. Whatever it was, it had a 100% chance of crashing if nobody caught it soon.

Without a word, he leaped off the roof and put on a burst of speed(or accelerated, as his good friend would say), pushing himself until his powerful muscles started to feel sore. He had already calculated the exact spot where the object would crash. If a catastrophe was going to be prevented, he had to arrive there first.

Bracing himself for impact, he raced underneath the object and held it in place. An immense amount of force pushed against him for a moment before finally stopping. He hovered in the air for a moment to catch his breath before flying to a nearby field.

The object was a large spaceship that seemed to have lost control of the flight speed. He mentally reviewed the steps Wordgirl taught him for assessing damage. Step one, look for anyone who needed immediate help.

A walkway extended from a hatch and two passengers emerged.

The taller one floated effortlessly out of the ship. (Why bother with installing a walkway if you could fly? It didn’t sound logical to him.) A smaller creature covered with short amber fur clung to her shoulder.

Kid Math floated up to her. “There’s no need to worry! You can count on Kid Math!”

The stranger made a small motion with her only visible eye, rotating it in an upwards direction. “I don’t mean to antagonize you, but do you know you nearly punched a hole in my spaceship?”

It took Kid Math a few seconds to notice the fact that two handprint shaped dents were now embedded in the metal where he’d managed to keep it from crashing to the ground.

He looked at the ground. “You were about to crash near a densely populated area. I was trying to minimize damage. I’m sorry—”

The stranger waved a hand. “Don’t be. That was quite an acceleration! You’ve got some real spunk, kid.”

A compliment! She must not be mad at him after all. “It was a challenge, but Kid Math always finds a solution.”

The orange furry creature let out a shrill laugh. The stranger shushed him and put a gloved hand on the young Hexagonian boy’s shoulder.

”I actually came here for a very important reason.”

”What is it? Can I help with it?” Kid Math circled the duo, almost bursting from excitement. Tonight had been much more eventful than he thought. He’d even had a chance to show off his skills and save the day— er, night.

The tall lady smiled warmly. “I would certainly hope so. I’m a trainer of sorts. My job is to seek out the smartest of heroes and teach them how to go from powerful to unstoppable. Now, you— Kid Math, was it?— you’re from Hexagon, aren’t you?”

His eyes lit up and he spun in perfect 180 degree arc in the air. “Yes! Have you been to my home?”

She nodded. “I’ve heard about Hexagonian intelligence, but after tonight’s little demonstration, I think the stories may have understated your skill. There’s a lot to learn from superheroes like you. We could work together and find the best possible ways to find and train new generations of heroes. I could even show you a few strategies of my own.”

Kid Math landed next to her, accidentally spraying pebbles from the force of his landing. “You mean we could develop an algorithm to locate superheroes and then increase their odds of success? I’m in!”

She patted him on the head, making his curly hair a bit messy. “I was hoping you’d accept my offer. I’ve been looking for a new student. Now go get some rest. We can get started tomorrow at sunrise.”

A blue blur sped off, only to return 7.832 milliseconds later. There was Kid Math, looking sheepish.

His new mentor raised an eyebrow. “Back so soon?”

Kid Math scratched the back of his head. “I almost didn’t ask you something. What’s your name?”

She smiled again, showing all of her teeth.

”Call me Miss Power.”

“Oh no! What will happen tomorrow when training begins? What does Miss Power have in store for Wordgirl’s friend? Did anyone ever define the word “Antagonize”?! Tune in next time to find out! ”

[valodia]

I had a rlly strange but funny dream like. Surreal. Ok so my dreams have themes and they usually are about some untreated issue i have so i usually have a variation of the same type of dreams over and over until i solve whichever problem is related. Probably like this for everyone else but yea.

Anyway 2 of my reoccurring themes among many are 1) transport/travel dreams where i feel like im trying to go somewhere but most of the time i never get there at all and the dream is mostly spent travelling by bus, train, tramway, sometimes plane, usually very stressful and feeling lost/without control & 2) dream im interested in somebody and having a date with them/in a relationship w them/soemtimes straight up following them around/stalking?? and im usually never sure if theyre interested or not and spend the whole dream trying to figure that out

So anyway i already figured what these mean etc (i guess thats for therapy so that reminds me about that) but anyway this dream mixed those 2 aspects.

It mixed another thing in which is not a reoccurring theme perse but more like a thought i had but whatever.

Anyway i dreamt i was spending time with this person i liked (who is real but its like. a "celebrity" sort of so id ont know them IRL. cringe) and it was a date and all but they acted pretty uninterested and like. I was travelling with them back somewhere where we were supposed to split up and then i go back home. So i was in this bus with them. It was a really long ride. For most of it my date was silent/aloof and i was feeling anxious like how am i gonna say goodbye, do they even want to see me again etc. I thought it would be really awkward if they told me they didnt like me anymore etc but whatever.

At this point i notice the bus driver gets rlly angry. He was angry the whole time but now hes like seething and i see the bus is being abruptly cut by a car (this is in the middle of the highway and the car was going perpendicular????). The bus goes CLEAN through the car like. Bam and jus tbarrels through, effectivly detaching the front of the car which probably included a fictional driver at least but i couldnt see it was so fast (????!!!!!).

The bus driver is so angry he does not stop, in fact hes so mad that hes speeding up to a very concerning point. ????!!! Me and my date are both watching with anticipation.

Anyway soon after we get to the bus stop so i think its as good a time as any and i say to this person well i had a great time with you so let me know if you wanna do this again sometimes. They stare at me blank faced and i think here it comes ok. And they go like actually i had a good time too its just that im also going through a divorce so im depressed and i have trouble moving on so i want to take it slow. But i like you so you can see my divorce papers and everything if you want. (??????????????????????) At this point im like yay they like me though!! im ok with the divorce/etc thing im polyam whatever as long as they like me. Im so happy i start going in for a hug and cuddling them. We decide that we want to spend more time so we're going back to their place i think or somewhere to be together again and hang out more.

Then i get off the bus and like. Idk why i get separated from my date but i gotta meet them again at the next bus which goes back. I realize we get the same bus driver. Hes very angry to see me again take the bus back and im not too pleased to be riding with him either. Next part of the dream is more riding the bus back and talking w my date and then we get to their place and tlak and cuddle etc and the dream ends there kinda.

Im just like baffled about the bus driver thing like. Why did my dream have such a weird subplot. What did they mean by this. What were trhey trying to say

[username-cause-i-need-one]

Days 4,5,6 !!!

I HAVE NOT LOST MY STREAK! I got excited by an idea and wished to write it out to completion over 3 days before sharing it. I probably could have done better to be honest, but writing is writing is writing. >_>

Enjoy this collection!!

PRISONER:

She was here, I could feel it. The movement of the air was off, sounds came from nonexistent air conditioners and nothing was quite rigid. I searched up and down the walls of the hallway for any sense of irregularity. I turned to Nathan, clenching his hand as to not lose each other, a common ritual.

"Why do you think this is the time?" He asked.

"Simple, I've never been this scared before." I answered.

We exchanged a simple, wordless glance and continued forward through the foggy night air. The walls were lined with tile patterns and lockers, the turned off lights on the ceiling sucked all light out of the surrounding air.

"I heard something."

"What?"

"I heard… breathing, I don't know. Someone failing to whistle, I guess."

I froze.

"Hello?" I asked into the ether.

Darkness swept over the hallway in an instant, getting darker than blackness, looking closer to an abyss endlessly deep than any true shade. It was only then that I realized that there wasn't any way for light to get into the hallway previously, it was simply illuminated by the belief of light.

I let go and ran.

There was no screaming, no shriek, no sound. I could not see where I was running toward, only that I was moving in a direction, and that turning wouldn't let me head back.

A toad croaks in the ink, and a hand reaches forward. A new bond, far from any past life. In that instant I realized that whoever or whatever Nathan was never existed. I grasped it. I turned to look in any direction beside inward, and the entirety of unreality looked back.

CAPTOR:

"Golden, endless." I said, "Empty. Filled with only potential, and could be realized in any form."

He seemed intrigued, I continued, "A dream though it may be, I was god."

He cut in, "What if this is a dream?"

"Excuse me?"

"I mean, this world is realized, in some capacity, correct? Whose to say we aren't also being dreamt by some greater being?"

"I imagine that if that were the case, it would be noticeable. If you took enough care to look, you would find the fuzziness in reality."

"You imply that our reality is not fuzzy. I think it could be, we just have no reference frame for it."

"If so, what would the matter be if this were a dream?"

"I'd stop existing the moment the dream were over, I would die without any notice. That's a terrifying thought."

I sighed and closed my eyes. A terrifying thought indeed. Yet greater still, the thought of heavensong. I reached out toward the darkness in my eyes, and grasped a familiar face.

PANOPTICONOCIBUR

Some have started to believe that stars themselves have thoughts. Their molten cores serving as neurotransmitters of electrons moving at the speed of light, in superposition between thoughts.

Any Turing machine with sufficient complexity will think, will want, and will capture. Intrinsic to this is the need for control, as to control is to avoid death, and to die is the great unthinkable. A great pattern shows in that intelligences will have smaller lifeforms control pieces of the whole, to create something complex yet sustainable. Think of an ant colony, a galaxy, or a human body with organs.

These impulses are universal, foundational. However, one must imagine that the entirety of the universe itself is a great organism, the greatest complex possible. Utilizing superclusters of groups of galaxies of stars of planets of organisms to carry out entropic and complex tasks.

However, if the universe itself relies on these impulses, what could it be fearing to which causes death? This suggests a universal predator. Something that reality is fighting to control. Something completely separate, imaginary. Something unreal.

Unreality thinks.

[writing-sunshine]

Survive

Paring: Thursday Settman x reader

Warnings: typical what happened to Monday themes, swearing

Summary: Thursday is tired of being trapped in the house, (Y/n) walks at night. What happens when the two meet?

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She hated life, it wasn’t living it was trying to survive. But what’s the point in that when she had nothing to live for other than Karen fucking Settman. It was always Karen this and Karen that, she wanted to be Thursday Settman but that was always impossible. The last time she did that everyone lost a finger. What happens to one will affect the other six, she had to learn that the hard way.

Then there was the thing she had always wanted, a relationship, basically to be loved by someone unconditionally. To finally be Thursday Settman. Sure she had fucked around with people but that didn’t make her happy, maybe loving someone could. Someone that wasn’t forced to be in her life.

So she sat on her bed, thinking. She could sneak out but she was smarter than that, her only chance at finding change was on a Thursday. She could wait until then, she’d waited her whole life so what’s another 24 hours?

(Y/n) (Y/L) walked the streets of... well she didn’t know where she was anymore. She had just kept walking and walking, trying to walk away from her lonely and depressing life. Though she would always find herself back home by sun rise.

She hated life, the one child policy fucked her over. She lost her younger sisters to it. She didn’t believe in cryosleep, why put her sisters to sleep if she was never going to see them again? Population control, but that didn’t mean anything to her. All she wanted was her younger sisters, it’s not like three little girls would have a huge impact on the environment.

She had practically raised those girls, the oldest was 8, the youngest was 4 and the middle was 5. Their mother was placed into a hospital phyc ward about 3 years ago when their father died, she wasn’t mentally stable after that.

It was a shock to (Y/n) how long they lasted in hiding, but it would never work out for a long time. Though (Y/n) was like a mother to her sisters since there was a 20 year age gap. Her mother had her at 14 and now she was 28 turning 29 alone in a few months. It was a terrible miracle that any of her younger sisters were born.

“Are you sure you should be walk around at this time?” A woman’s voice asked from behind her.

She turned around but couldn’t see much with the flickering street lights. She could make out a figure a few meters away, it was a woman in heals.

“Who cares.” She shrugged and kept walking. The woman speed walked to keep up with (Y/n), her heals clicking loudly.

“I care, you never know who is lurking about at night. I’m Karen, Karen Settman.” She introduced herself and (Y/n) nodded, she didn’t know Karen but she was thoughtful.

“(Y/n) (Y/L), you can call me (Y/n/n).” She didn’t look up and kept her gaze on where she was walking, one foot in front of the other.

“Well (Y/n), where are we walking to?”

They spent the whole night walking around the outskirts of the city while talking about their life’s. Karen Settman was careful on what she said though.

“Why do you walk at night, I’m sure the day is much safer and healthier.” Karen asked.

“Insomnia. I can’t sleep anymore, well I can for a few hours maybe.”

“How long?” She asked.

“A couple of months. Ever since they took my sisters away. I had three younger sisters. They were only 8, 5 and 4 years old, now they are asleep for god knows how many years. I’ll be dead and never see them again, god there’re too young to live without me when they wake up.” (Y/n) noticed the silence that followed after her rant.

They didn’t stop walking though. Before they could continue their conversation, the sun started to rise.

“Shit.” Karen cursed under her breath. “I have to go, see you next Thursday?” She asked with a small smile and (Y/n) agreed.

-

Thursday almost ran to the house. She was about 6 hours late to the end of the day meeting. She had never been late, Thursday was going to be in a lot of trouble.

“The fuck Thursday!” Wednesday shouted as soon she entered the house.

“It’s 6 o’clock in the morning.” Sunday said.

“I was walking home and got caught up.” Thursday said, it’s not like she never came back at all. “You were walking around with someone.” Friday answered for her.

“Fine, I was walking back and I saw a woman who was walking alone so I offered to walk with her because god knows what happens in those streets to women. We talked and lost track of time.”

Monday looked more angry than anyone else but Wednesday was a close second.

-

This went on for a long time, except Thursday would try and be more careful about the time. But it was difficult, when walking with (Y/n) it was as if the whole world had turned upside down and it was only the two of them.

(Y/n) made Thursday’s life worth living, she had something to look forward to. She finally had someone to live for other than Karen fucking Settman. And Karen had made (Y/n)’s life less lonely and depressing.

This went on for 2 years and of course (Y/n) knew about Karen actually being Thursday. She met the sisters as well, it took a while for them to warm up to her which was expected.

Thursday’s mood changed significantly since meeting (Y/n) and though no one said anything, they could tell what the two had was more than a friendship.

Thursday and (Y/n) wouldn’t admit it to anyone but they had kissed and done other things. It wasn’t like a friends with benefits thing though, there were too many strings and emotions attached. It was confusing until they committed to a relationship. “What happened to hating life.” Saturday asked one day to Thursday.

“I guess trying to survive... became wanting to live.” Thursday smiled as she thought of all the memories she had made with (Y/n).

They all smiled to themselves, god knows what would have happened if Thursday didn’t have (Y/n). They were thankful for her.

Then the one child policy act was over. Someone had recorded what actually happens to siblings and the whole world was against Cayman. Thursday was there for (Y/n) the whole time, she didn’t know what it was like to lose siblings but it must have been heart breaking.

“Ever since they were taken I always knew I’d never see them again but they were too young to die.” (Y/n) had run out of tears days ago, but she lay with Thursday for comfort.

Their life’s all changed, they could be themselves now.

[enhais]

Yandere Heeseung - your his gf

But then sunghoon starts to show signs that he's a Yandere for you too. And Heeseung finds out.

Hey love you :3

yandere!seungsung - lies

content: yandere!bf!heeseung and bsf!seunghoon x delulu fem!reader (she’s a bit lost)

word count: 516

a/n: this is very short, im sorry </3 as usual, this is only my opinion/vision of them as yanderes, nothing else!

sunghoon’s your best friend, besides heeseung, of course, and his sickly sweet affection for you was nothing unusual. his lingering touches, the loving look in his eyes whenever you were speaking, and, not to forget, the caring texts he would send at least a couple of times a day, asking what and how you were doing. you were used to it by now, and found comfort in his actions, to be frank, but in the beginning, you were a bit thrown off.

when heeseung came into the picture, only a couple months later than your friendship with sunghoon had begun to sprout, the younger became more distant. or maybe you did. but that didn’t matter, because heeseung acted similarly to sunghoon with his obsessive behaviour; always making sure you were spending your free time with him, and causing you to rely on him for just about anything. being busy with work, you didn’t really notice how he became more and more in need of controlling you and how his infatuation with you grew as the days passed. only when sunghoon came knocking frantically on your door did you question your loving boyfriend’s actions.

“he’s not good for you, y/n!” his tone was shaky yet angry. he needed you to trust him. your eyes widened with shock, “what? what do you mean? i- i don’t-“ you were still standing by the door, sunghoon halfway through the entrance, “i mean, look at you! i’ve been trying to contact you for days, y/n! days!” and that might’ve been true, but you had been busy with work. but, you also hadn’t seen your phone for a couple days… “i’m sorry, i- i don’t know where my phone is..?” realisation hit you when you put the pieces together. heeseung must’ve taken it when you were getting ready for bed the other night, saying that you would sleep way better without it. but why didn’t he give it back? ”i was just worried is all… you know you could tell me anything, right?” the worried look in his eyes made you melt — he had always been so sweet.

however, your moment was shortly interrupted by a newly awoken heeseung making his way to the living room. sunghoon panicked internally but tried not to show it. “how was your nap?” heeseung groggily answered, “it was alright…” it took a second for him to realise that his rival stood by the door, only a bare meter away from his darling angel, “what is he doing here?” your heart began to speed up by the mean tone of his voice, “he’s jus-“ “give her her phone back and i won’t have to interrupt like this.” heeseung stilled his movements, “it’s on the nightstand… she forgets it sometimes, isn’t that right?” you had to think. did you forget it? no… you wouldn’t have… sunghoon took a step closer to him, leaned into his ear, and lowered his voice, “we both know she likes me better,” he took a pause before continuing, “you just have a more difficult time keeping her where you want her.”

[adventuringblind]

Drive With You Forever

Chapter 7.5: The one about Daniel

Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x Reader

Chapter summary: Daniel is a pervert and the quartet wants to thank him

Warnings: Daniel is kinda gross in this (I'm sorry, I promise I love him), BDSM themes, dom/sub vibes, consent is given, then taken away, use of safe words, choking, PinV, blacking out and dissasociation, hate fuck, anal,

Notes: I've been on A03 far too much in the last three weeks for research purposes. Now we are here, and I have no idea what I'm doing. But! I give this stupid interlude while I try to figure out who on earth to write smut between three and four people. Don't judge me, okay? I'm trying T_T

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Originally, the entire group was dumbfounded, knowing the things Daniel openly talked about. Even though Max had been his teammate for years, Daniel said he couldn't get past seeing him as a seventeen year old kid. Then which talking about such things is just gross.

It was day five of Charles and Max staying with the Australian. The two having found that making sure the door is locked behind them is an important detail.

The text conversation that night made it seem as though they would never consider this an option.

Charles: Daniel is never allowed to go near the children

Lando: what children?

Chatles: you and y/n

Lando: just because we're the youngers dosen't mean we're kids -_-

Y/N: Wouldn't the things we do be very illegal if we were?

Lando: Exactly!

Maxy: I think the idea here is that Daniel doesn't deserve to be around you two. I don't trust him either.

Charles looks over to Max after the lack of respons from their younger counterparts.

Lando: *video message* pretty sure children don't do this.

Max: Ha! Charles just played the video so fast he forgot to check his volume and Daniel came running at an inhuman speed and fell into the door!

Charles: serves him right

Charles: also Lando how are you recording with your tongue down her throat?

Lando: skills ;)

Max: so we're all agreed that we're keeping Daniel at arms length right?

Y/N: without a doubt

Charles: further might be better

Lando: *video* nope he dosen't get to experience this

Things escalated when all four were there. Daniel seemed to love putting his ear to the door. Max had not hesitated to put a hand to his face for that one

Only for him to be more frustrated when Daniel started saying filthy things right after.

Daniel was utterly determined, and it was concerning.

The worst attempt was when Daniel said he was going to a party and wouldn't be back until the morning. Opting to stay with his friend instead of driving and wanting to respect that the four were trying to be out as little as possible.

Pent-up sexual tension came to a breaking point after Daniel had been gone for an hour.

Clothes were off far too quickly. Things had escalated way too far that any logical sense was lost to raging hormones.

They left the door unlocked.

Daniel thought he was so clever lying to them. And in his defense, he was. He waited outside the apartment door for an hour. The walls weren't thin, but with four of them, it was easy to tell what was going on.

He snuck back in quietly. And even managed to get the door open without them noticing.

It took Max three minutes to notice him. Five minutes to get his clothes on. Anither five to make sure his partners were okay. Then an hour of chewing out Daniel.

All four had a usual role that they slipped into. Max happened to be the most dominant of the four. His want for control is not just on the race track.

They'd managed to convince him to give up that control when they raced and someone finished higher, but it wasn't to often.

With this, Max was also dubbed the king of consent. He never did or tried anything without discussion. Always asked before continuing. Communication in the bedroom was easier for him than in everyday life.

So when Daniel decided to watch them without their knowledge, Max was all over him.

~

"I feel like we should get him something as a thank you." The girl brought up one afternoon.

The other three shoot her a look of shock.

"For what? Watching us be intimate?"

"No, but at least for letting us stay with him and for keeping us safe from everyone but him."

Lando couldn't help but agree. "No idea what to get him thought."

Charles rubs his face. More in exasperation than anything. Sometimes, he hates how giving the younger two can be.

"We could ask him? Maybe take him out to dinner or something?" Shrugs Max.

They asked that night while they were seated in the living room. Daniel had kept some space after Max had lectured him, so the thought of him asking for anything to do with sex was not what they thought would happen.

"Absolutely not."

"You said anything."

"I lied."

"You're speaking for all four of you, Max."

Max exchanges a look with Charles. The two are on the same page. The younger, however, are people pleasers.

"We need to talk about it first."

~

"I feel bad though."

"Y/N, it's your body. If you don't want to, then you say no. Simple as that."

"But I also want to thank him."

It's a difficult decision, to say the least, but Max eventually gives in to the idea of a discussion.

Max is cautious about his words and makes sure Daniel knows exactly what the rules are. Charles is still reminding the younger two that they can back out at any point. Lando is actually turned on by his partners protectivness over them and thinks but wants to show Daniel their appreciation. Then the female, who has managed to be the only one with three partners she trusts.

This is different.

She trusts Max isn't going to let anything bad happen. She trusts Charles to communicate if she's struggling; the Monegasque can read her body like a clock.

Thats what got them here. Specifically, he got Max in his least favorite place. Out of control.

It didn't help that him and Charles still had their clothes on. It didn't help that they were tied to dining room chairs and made to watch the scene unfold.

Everyone was shocked they gave in to it. But Daniel had agreed to every term and condition, so again, Max relented. Though a bit peeved at being called no fun.

Him and Charles keep exchanging glances. Charles didn't take kindly to being called an attention hog. Ultimately landing him next to Max.

The two watch on as Daniel put himself in charge. They had the luxury of not being tied down and the freedom of moving around.

They knew who was really in charge, though. Every time Daniel did something, they would look to Max and Charles for approval. Only continuing after having been given the nod to continue.

Daniel was the most excited. Finally, he had them where he wanted them. His teammate from years ago made to watch him take his lovers just ad Daniel was forced to watch him steal redbulls' priorities.

Charles who stole away his fans with his charming looks and contagious smile made to watch his lovers smile at him instead.

Lando. His current teammate. Now at his complete mercy after having outshown the entire season.

Then, lastly, the female currently underneath him. The one who he knew was a slut for different men. He finally was getting his chance with her.

It's was perfect. Until it wasn't.

Lando had started disassociating. He was exhausted, and Daniel was relentless. Lando had officially left when Daniel litterally slammed into him for the first time. It hurt way too much for how little they worked up to it. He couldn't communicate his needs, and the girl beside them couldn't either.

She was gone when Daniel started name calling. The filthy things that left his mouth similar to things her dad had said growing up. Similar to those of the toxic fans she worked so hard to combat.

Daniel basically threw Lando to the side and took her next. There was no foreplay for her. There was no build-up. Daniel kept hitting her for some reason she couldn't figure out.

Then, his hands were around her throat. She tried to turn away from him. Look at Max and Charles for help, but Daniel forced her gaze to him.

"Don't look at them. Look at me."

Lando was attempting to come back to himself. Daniel was still touching him roughly, and he wanted it to be over, but to get that, he needed to come back.

"God, I've been wanting to use you so bad for so long."

Black spots dance around her vision. It's funny because the things he's doing and saying sometimes we're nice when they came from her lovers. Why was this so different.

His hands were far too tight on her throat. She couldn't get air in. Her body was going limp on the bed as she tried to force oxygen into her system.

The word on the tip of her tongue. But she was gone before she could get it out.

Lando is the first to feel in happen given he's somewhat on top of her. Daniel doesn't stop, and he's now in panic mode.

He wills himself back. He lets out a shrill noise as he comes back to his senses. Though he curses himself for not just saying his word. But his panicked eyes are still able to meet those of Max and Charles who are looking around frantically.

It's Max who says it first. "Red!"

Bu Daniel either doesn't hear it or chooses to ignore it.

Lando is actively fighting the hold now. Daniel's hand on his face feels like it's burning him.

Then it's Max and Charles shouting the word.

The Australian finally halts in his tracks and removes his hands from the two youngers.

Lando is up in an instant, untying the two. Max first as he is going to drag Daniel off the female. The Charles who's soothing Lando. Helping him to cover up.

"What happened to respecting the safe word?" Max is furious. He can feel he anger boiling over as he shoves Daniel away.

The girl who wanted to please now lay unconscious and naked. Max can see her chest rising and falling it rapid breaths. The bruises and red patches had been blossoming across her skin.

Daniel looks ashamed of himself. He knew he shouldn't go into this with the mindset of taking back something. But he couldn't resist the temptation.

Charles tosses Max a blanket. He lays it down gently over the female to cover her body from Daniel's eyes.

Lando was hurting to the touch, and Charles could clearly see every unnecessary mark. Lando was practically passing out in his arms from the sheer mental and physical exhaustion.

Max shoved Daniel out of the room. He'd lecture him later about safe sex practices and how he needs to watch more carefully.

Something in Max told him he wasn't deliberately trying to hurt them. Daniel just wasn't right going in, and Max could see the regret on his face.

Lando was dripping with apologies. Something Max and Charles were quick to soothe. He wanted to please, and they knew that. It hurt then to see the Brit so distressed.

Max left the room to get supplies. Ice, water, food, and some rags to help the two get cleaned up. Daniel had his head in his hands when he came out.

"I'm truly sorry. I got caught up in my own emotions."

"Look, Daniel, I'm pissed at you for not being careful and disrespecting boundaries. However, at the end of the day, you are still my friend. But I swear to you, if you ever try anything like that again, I'll make sure you never drive another car for the rest of your life."

"Valid." Daniel looks around awkwardly. "For what it's worth, I'm glad you have them."

"Yeah, you're lucky you were on the receiving end of their giving. Neither of them finished because they were so focused on you."

"Yeah sexually they're great. But I mean in every way. I guess I'm jealous of what you four have."

"It is pretty amazing."

"I take it I'm in for another lecture?"

"No, and I think you'll like what ne and Charles are planning for you much better."

~

Everything hurt when she came back to the land of the living. Her throat and neck were stiff. Her lower half ached in a way she didn't know was possible. Then the memories came rushing back.

She's quick to sit up and look around for her partners. Panic settled in that she did something wrong and disappointed them.

Lando is next to her, still asleep. She vaugley remembers the pain on Landos face when Daniel first took him.

She figures they are going to hear about it later from Max and Charles. But to be fair, they had tried multiple times to get it to stop.

Lando is startled awake at the sounds of a shrill shriek from down the hall.

Both shoot out of bed, look at each other, and assess the damage.

The noise can wait. Hugs are neccecary first.

Lando runs his fingers over her throat, and she traces the outline of red hand prints along his waist.

"Are you feeling alright?" He asks her.

"Sore but okay. You?" Her voice is raspy due to the pressure from earlier.

"Same. I didn't think he would go that hard."

"He didn't listen to Max at all I don't think. And even though we all consented and agreed, I don't think he was fully there to do so."

"Do you think their mad at us?"

"No, we tried to stop it. We didn't do anything wrong."

"Charles wants us to talk about how we two need to put ourselves first."

She groans in exasperation. "Speaking if them, where are they?"

Soon, they find themselves sneaking off down the hall. Their lovers are nowhere insight. Anither shriek startles them.

"You don't think..?"

They come up to the door where the noises are coming from and peer inside.

It takes all their willpower not to laugh as Daniel is at the complete mercy of Charles and Max. His limbs tied tightly to the bed.

They're not even touching him, and he looks completely blissed out.

Max spots the two in the door and nods them inside with a smile. "We've agreed that Daniel needs to learn about respect during scenes. Care to join us?"

The two look at each other skeptically. Is this an order? Is Daniel okay with this?

Charles takes his fingers out of Daniel's mouth and comes to greet the two. "Same rules, different set-up. You two are taking not giving. You hear me?"

That one was definitely an order.

They stare at Daniel, whose muscles are twitching. "Does he... want this?"

"The better question is if you two want this? Otherwise me and Charles are going to make sure he knows what he did was wrong." Max winks.

They can't help but be a little excited at the prospect of watching Max and Charles make Daniel squirm.

~

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

The Bond Between Us ~ 60

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 2,805ish

Summary: You and Obi-Wan travel with the others on the Millenium Falcon to Alderaan.

Notes: Please share your thoughts and I hate that I have to ask you to be kind. Also, a reminder that Obi-Wan is based on Ewan McGregor.

“Chewie, get us out of here!” Han yelled as he ran through his ship. 

You could hear the firing going on outside. You were suspecting stormtroopers and they were either after you and Obi-Wan, or the droids. Or, even possibly, all of the above. The ship began shaking from the shots and from Chewie starting it up. Your group found yourselves in the large mid-room of the ship, where there was a small round table with a bench near it. Obi-Wan quickly ushered you to a seat on the bench, sliding in after you. Obi-Wan made sure that you were securely strapped in before strapping in himself.

“Oh, my,” C3PO exclaimed as he strapped in beside Luke. “I’d forgotten how much I hate space travel.”

You took hold of Obi-Wan’s hand as the ship lifted off and into space, away from Tatooine. Once the ship had smoothed out, you, Luke, and Obi-Wan made your way to the cockpit, where you could see Imperial cruisers heading your way.

“They’re gonna try and cut us off,” Han told Chewie.

“Why don’t you outrun ‘em?” Luke asked. “I thought you said this thing was fast!”

Han turned in his seat. “Watch your mouth, kid, or you’re gonna find yourself floating home.” He went back to focusing on the controls. “We’ll be safe enough once we make the jump to hyper speed. Besides, I know a few maneuvers. We’ll lose ‘em.” The cruisers started firing on the ship. “Here’s where the fun begins.”

“How long before you can make the jump to light speed?” Obi-Wan wondered.

“It’ll take a few moments to get the coordinates from the navicomputer.” The ship shook as it was hit.

“Are you kidding?” Luke exclaimed. “At the rate they’re gaining—“

Han spun around. “Traveling through hyperspace isn’t like dusting crops, boy!” He turned back to the control panel. “Without precise calculations, we could fly right through a star or bounce too close to a supernova and that’d end your trip real quick, wouldn’t it?”

Luke quickly noticed a red light beginning to flash on the consul. “What’s that flashing?”

“We’re losing a deflector shield. Go strap yourself in, I’m going to make the jump to light speed.”

“Come on, little star,” Obi-Wan quietly said as he placed a hand on your back and guided you back to strap in.

~~~

Once the ship was in hyperspace and the ride was smoother, your group could unstrap and walk around. Obi-Wan was at the other end of the room, going through the bag he had packed. You were sitting at the table with Luke on the other end of the bench. You noticed that he was pulling down his sleeves and trying to get more.

“Here,” you stood up, took off your cloak, and handed it over to Luke.

“No,” he shook his head. “I’m fine.”

“You’re cold. Take it.”

“But then you’ll be cold.”

“No, I’ve grown used to space travel.”

Luke nodded, taking the cloak from you and putting it over his shoulders. “Thanks.”

You smiled softly as you were reminded of your and Anakin’s first time in space flight. It was another lifetime ago. A lifetime with the Jedi Order, where Padme and Qui-Gon were alive, and where Anakin was, well, Anakin.

“What are you thinking about?” Luke asked. He didn’t mean to pry, but he could tell you were getting lost in your thoughts.

“About my first time off of Tatooine,” you responded, almost wistfully.  “My first time in a spaceship.”

“You’re from Tatooine?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “My… my brother and I were born there.”

“How did you get found by the Jedi?”

You knew you needed to be careful of the answers you gave him. “Well, my mother, my brother, and I were slaves. Obi-Wan’s master found my brother and my brother brought him home. My brother and I were always… different. I could sense oncoming things and dangers and he had this foresight, in a way. Master Qui-Gon took us to Coruscant where we became a part of the Jedi Order.”

“You referred to your brother in the past tense.”

“Yes… he didn’t survive Order 66.”

“I’m sorry.”

You nodded, looking over to see that Obi-Wan was still pulling items from his bag and eyeing you. “I’m going to see if I can help Obi-Wan.” You stood up and walked over.

“You missed a part of the story,” Obi-Wan commented quietly, focused on the bag.

“I missed many parts,” you responded. “Which are you referring to?”

“Well,” he turned it to give you more of his attention, “I did give you the cloak that kept you warm that night.”

“Yes, that is true.”

“And it’s the first day we met.” His arms slowly wrapped around you and pulled you closer to him. “The day my life changed forever.”

“Is that a good thing?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you got lost in your husband’s blue eyes.

“A very good thing, my little star.” He leaned in and kissed you sweetly.

When the kiss broke, you looked down at the bag. “What have you got in there?” Obi-Wan dropped one of his arms from your waist to show you a helmet with a blinder—almost like a Jedi training helmet— and a small seeker robot. “You’re going to start his training now?”

“There is no better time than now.” Obi-Wan’s gaze focused on you, concerned about your emotions through all of this. “Are you alright?”

“I want to be…”

Your husband nodded and pressed a kiss to your temple. “In time. I have faith in you.”

~~~

You sat back and watched as Obi-Wan instructed Luke in his exercises. Chewie had come into the room and started a game with R2 at the table. You were now seated on the floor across the room. You were trying to convince yourself to meditate in the Force but was failing to do so. 

Suddenly, you gasped, surging forward. Thousands of pained voices cried out in your head before they were just as suddenly silenced. You glanced up to see that Obi-Wan had turned and faltered, almost faint.

“Are you alright?” Luke quickly asked, stopping his exercises to come to Obi-Wan’s side. “What’s wrong?”

Obi-Wan turned to rest against the wall. “I felt a great disturbance in the Force,” he responded. “As if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced. I fear something terrible has happened.” He rubbed his forehead before fixing his gaze on you, knowing that you felt the same thing. “Luke, you’d better get on with your exercises.”

Obi-Wan headed over to you, sitting down beside you. Han then entered the room as Luke went back to his exercises.

“Well, you can forget your troubles with those Imperial slugs,” Ham commented cockily. “I told you I’d outrun ‘em.” None of you went to say anything. “Don’t everyone thank me at once. Anyway, we should be at Alderaan about oh, two hundred hours.”

“What are you feeling, little star?” Obi-Wan asked quietly, ignoring Han.

“Something dark,” you responded honestly, hating how quickly you could go back into feeling things with the Force. “So terribly dark.”

“Can you push yourself to figure out what it is?”

You shook your head. “Even if I wanted to, I do not have the strength anymore to do that.”

“You always have the strength, little star. You just need to believe in yourself as I believe in you.”

“That would also require me to put more faith in the Force.”

“Try it. For me? I will be right here the whole time.”

You couldn’t say no to your husband when his eyes were pleading at you like that. With a sigh, you nodded. You took one of Obi-Wan’s hands to keep you grounded as you closed your eyes. Keeping your breathing leveled, you focused on feeling the Force around you. You had to try to ignore the bickering that was happening between the droids and Wookiee nearby.

As you lost yourself to the Force, you could feel the thick layer of darkness that covered the galaxy. There were few bright spots in the midst of the darkness. Though there weren’t many, those that were there were shining brightly.

“What are you feeling, little star?” Obi-Wan wondered, speaking to you through the Force. “Are you seeing something?”

You ignored your husband’s calm voice as you ventured further into the dark landscape unfolding before you. Moving forward, you tried to figure out what the Force was trying to tell you but you were unable to.

“There’s really just darkness,” you told Obi-Wan. “Some small spots of bright light… but then just, black.”

You could hear Obi-Wan sigh, having hoped that maybe you could find the answers to what you both had been feeling. Opening your eyes, you pulled yourself from the Force and looked over at your husband. Guilt started to eat away at you for being unable to give him the answers he wanted.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized.

Obi-Wan could hear the guilt in your tone. “No, no,” he quickly said, rushing to fully face you and cup your face in his hands. “It’s not your fault.” He kissed your lips briefly. “Thank you for trying.”

He gave you one last kiss before standing up and moving to go observe Luke’s exercises. From your respective places, you and Obi-Wan studied Luke’s movements.

“Remember, a Jedi can feel the Force flowing through them,” Obi-Wan advised.

“You mean it controls your actions?” Luke asked.

“Partially, but it also obeys your commands.”

Luke nodded, focusing back on the floating ball in front of him. The ball swiftly floated to one side of the young man and then to the other. Suddenly, it made a lightning-swift lunge and stopped close to Luke’s face. He didn’t move, using the Force to be undeterred. The ball moved behind Luke before making another lunge and emitting a red laser beam as it attacked. It hit Luke in the leg.

Han laughed at the sight. “Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at our side, kid,” he commented.

“You don’t believe in the Force, do you?” Luke questioned.

“Kid, I’ve flown from one side of this galaxy to the other. I’ve seen a lot of strange stuff, but I’ve never seen anything to make me believe there’s one all-powerful force controlling everything. There’s no mystical energy field that controls my destiny.” Obi-Wan smiled quietly, like he knew something Han didn’t. “It’s all a lot of simple tricks and nonsense.”

“You think that because you have limited knowledge outside your self absorbed thoughts,” you stated, standing up from where you had been on the ground. 

Obi-Wan smirked proudly at you before talking to Luke, “I suggest you try it again, Luke.” He grabbed the helmet with the blinder and placed it over the young man’s head. “This time, let go of your conscious self and act on instinct.”

“With the blast shield down, I can’t even see,” Luke complained. “How am I supposed to fight?”

“Your eyes can deceive you. Don’t trust them.”

You watched as Han skeptically shook his head and Ben throw the ball back into the air. The ball shot straight up and then dropped quickly. Luke swung the lightsaber around blindly, missing the ball which fired at him. He let out a painful yelp, attempting to hit the ball again.

“Stretch out with your feelings,” Obi-Wan guided.

Luke stood frozen in one place as the ball circled around him. Quickly, the ball made a dive at Luke, shooting at him. Luke easily managed to deflect the laser.

“You see, you can do it,” congratulated Obi-Wan.

“I call it luck,” scoffed Han.

“In my experience, there’s no such thing as luck.

“Look, going against remotes is one thing. Going against the living, that’s something else.” A control panel nearby beeped. “Looks like we’re coming up on Alderaan.” He walked off to the cockpit with Chewie close behind.

“You know, I did feel something,” Luke said, going up to Obi-Wan. “I could almost see the ball.”

“That’s good,” Obi-Wan responded. “You have taken your first step into a larger world.”

You easily felt the ship pull out of lightspeed and immediately began making dodging-like maneuvers. With furrowed brows, you made your way to the cockpit.

“—a meteor shower!” you heard Han exclaim to Chewie. “Some kind of asteroid collision. It’s not on any of the charts.”

Chewie quickly flipped switches on the control panel as you entered the cockpit further. Your eyes were glued to the large rocks racing toward the ship. Something didn’t feel right about them.

“What’s going on?” Luke asked, appearing behind you with Obi-Wan at his tail.

“Our position is correct, except no Alderaan!” Han responded.

“What do you mean? Where is it?”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you, kid. It ain’t there. It’s been totally blown away.”

“What? How?”

It wasn’t hard for you and Obi-Wan to put the pieces together. The pain and darkness you felt, and now the number of rocks coming at the ship. Alderaan had been destroyed.

“Destroyed,” Obi-Wan said aloud as he read your mind, “by the Empire.”

“The entire star fleet couldn’t destroy the whole planet,” argued Han. “It would take 1,000 ships with more firepower than—“ A portion of the panel beeped, pulling Han’s attention. “There’s another ship coming in.”

“Maybe they know what happened,” Luke suggested.

Chewie barked his concern before an Imperial TIE fighter raced past the cockpit window. Your stomach seemed to sink down to your feet.

“It’s an Imperial fighter,” Ben stated.

“It followed us!” Said Luke.

“No. It’s a short-range fighter.”

“There aren’t any bases around here,” Han responded. “Where did it come from?”

“It sure is leaving in a big hurry,” Luke noted. “If they identify us, we’re in big trouble.”

“Not if I can help it. Chewie, jam its transmissions.”

Obi-Wan noticed how you hadn’t let your eyes tear away from the cockpit window. Your heart was picking up speed and the Force around you was tense. He reached out his signature and hand, hoping you would accept both of them. You ignored his signature but eagerly took a hold of his hand.

“It’d be as well to let it go,” Obi-Wan tried to tell Han. “It’s too far out of range.”

“Not for long,” Han replied.

Han flew the ship in the direction of the Imperial TIE fighter. What you assumed to be a large, grey moon, became bigger as you grew closer to it. The TIE fighter was clearly heading for it.

“A fighter that size couldn’t get this deep into space on its own,” Obi-Wan stated.

“It must have gotten lost, been part of a convoy or something,” Luke guessed.

“Well, he ain’t going to be around long enough to tell anyone about us,” Han said, speeding the ship up.

“Look at him. He’s headed for that small moon.”

“That’s no moon,” you whispered, only Obi-Wan hearing you. His brows pinched together as his eyes went to you then back to the window.

“I think I can get him before he gets there,” Han said. “He’s almost in range.”

As Han closed the distance between the ship and the TIE fighter, it meant you got closer to what the fighter was heading towards. The closer you got, the more you dreaded being right.

“That’s no moon,” Obi-Wan said. “It’s a space station.”

“It’s too big to be a space station,” Han argued.

The darkness thickened around you the closer you got to the space station. “I have a very bad feeling about this,” you said. “Turn the ship around."

“Yeah, I think you’re right. Full reverse! Chewie, lock in the auxiliary power.”

Han and Chewie pressed buttons and moved levers around the control panel, but the ship was still moving toward the station.

“Why are we still moving toward it?” Luke questioned.

“We’re caught in a tractor beam!” Han answered. “It’s pulling us in!”

“But there’s gotta be something you can do.”

“There’s nothin’ I can do about it, kid. I’m in full power. I’m going to have to shut down. But they’re not going to get me without a fight.”

Obi-Wan and you shared a look, both of you could sense the darkness and the familiar presence on board the space station. He gave your hand a squeeze before setting his free hand on Han’s shoulder.

“You can’t win,” he told the younger man. “But there are alternatives to fighting.”

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Newsflash: Dazai cares for Chuuya

Before reading any further, I will be talking about stormbringer, so spoilers ahead!! Translation credits go out to: @popopretty on tumblr, make sure to give this kind human some love and appreciation<3

Also if you want to read the first few chapters of stormbringer: @buraihatranslations is currently translating it, give them much love and appreciation as well, they deserve it!!

Honestly, I have been so obsessed with Soukoku lately and I think the reason behind this is because when it comes to Soukoku, their feelings for each other are not as easy to grasp as love or hate, it is much more profound than that. There is care, hurt, trust, resentment, companionship, bitterness, and consideration...And ironically enough, thats just the tip of the iceberg.

If we break down their individual feelings towards each other, it will be easier to understand their bond.

On Chuuya's end, his feelings are much more clear due to his expressive personality. He wears his emotions on his sleeves, he can try and hide what he feels towards Dazai but his true feelings tend to unravel easily.

He sometimes tries to mask his feelings towards Dazai by throwing insults, but his facial expressions are enough to contradict what he is saying.

Chuuya's feelings towards Dazai can be easier to comprehend. He obviously feels this certain betrayal due to the fact Dazai left the Port Mafia. Not to mention, he and Dazai have always had a rivalry relationship.

In the Soukoku wiki page, it is stated that Chuuya is aware of Dazai not experiencing a proper childhood, therefore allows him to act as childish as he can and lets him tease him relentlessly. I don't know how reliable this source is, but either way I think its worthy enough to add.

In the Dragon head conflict when Dazai was out of sight, Chuuya told Mori to forget about Dazai. That was until Hirotsu mentioned a microscope, Chuuya quickly realizes it was code language because he remembered a previous conversation where Dazai says he needs a microscope to be able to see Chuuya properly.

The moment he figured out it was a tracker, Chuuya did not hesitate to jump in and rescue Dazai. But here is the catch: No one but Chuuya knew about the microscope, if Chuuya really didn't care for Dazai he wouldn't have mentioned the microscope and kept all this under wraps, leaving Dazai in a mess.

Chuuya trusts Dazai with his life. He never hesitates to leave his life on Dazai's hands when it has to come to it. Chuuya and Dazai have known each other for years, for Chuuya to be able to trust Dazai that much is because Dazai also cares for him too, right?

The answer here is yes, Dazai cares for Chuuya. In a superficial level, it doesn't seem like Dazai truly cares, but I can assure you that he does care for him. Weather you like to think of his care in a platonic or romantic manner, the care Dazai has for Chuuya is undeniable and extremely significant for Dazai's character.

I think that stormbringer establishes this idea even further. There is one specific moment in this light novel that shows his genuine concern towards Chuuya's well being:

"There is one problem." Dazai cut off his sentence hesitantly. "It has nothing to do with the sucess rate of the plan. It is a matter we have to overcome in the end but... It may require some time to decide."

"What's with you?" Chuuya raised his eyebrows at Dazai. "Stop dramatizing it. Just hurry up and say it."

"I said earlier about this control spell to open the 'gate' that is used to reset the command inside Chuuya, right?" Dazai spoke with a strangely restrained voice. "If we use that, the logs of the command formula that were written in the past will be erased. That means...even if the memory erasure was used on Chuuya in the past, the traces of that will be erased as well."

"What?"

"I told you before right, the memory erasure command. The only way we can confirm if Chuuya is human or not is to check the history to see if the memory erasure command was ever used. It means..." Dazai looked at Chuuya with eyes that he had never looked at him before. Those eyes were serious. "If we use that control spell, the method to confirm if Chuuya is an artificial personality created by a string of code, or just a normal human being, will be lost. For good."

The time had stopped.

Chuuya opened his eyes and looked towards Dazai but his eyes were not seeing anything. The wind blew between the two of them. Even so, Chuuya did not blink.

"Verlaine became like that because he was tormented by the curse that he was not human. That only is enough of a big problem. The matter of being human or not." Dazai looked at his pocket watch, gave it a glance and continued. "I can delay the time until the plan starts for about two minutes. I will send an order for my men to wait... You can think about it alone for a while. Cuz I guess its hard for you to collect your thoughts with me around."

Having said so, Dazai turned away and walked down the stairs, leaving Chuuya alone.

Dazai fixated in his pocket watch. Two more minutes. Too short for a life decision. But he couldn't afford more than that.

Inside Dazai's head, he was planning a procedure to swith to an alternative plan in case Chuuya refused, at a tremendous speed.

This section in stormbringer is personally one of my favorites, this is a very rare moment between both of them, but especially for Dazai. Like I stated earlier Chuuya wears his emotions on his sleeves, therefore even if he tries to mask his care with insults, its still painfully noticable that he genuienly looks after Dazai. Chuuya also sometimes show a vulnerable side of himself to Dazai, especially after using corruption.

Dazai on the other hand is extremely unreadable. Its hard to understand his true intentions and if he really cares for people or only sees them as a pawn. In this moment though, Dazai was being painfully genuine. Dazai literally prioritized Chuuya over the mission. He was already thinking of coming up with an alternative plan just in case Chuuya refused, obviously the sucess rate of the alternative plan would be lesser than the actual plan Dazai had in mind, he choose Chuuya's wellbeing over a mission.

In this section, Dazai wasn't throwing jokes or witty remarks, he was being serious. Because Dazai knows how desperately Chuuya wants to be human. He knows how important being human is to Chuuya.

Dazai wasn't manipulating Chuuya by giving him the chance to decide, we can see that Dazai was literally showing a lot of hesitation when mentioning this to him, we also get to see what Dazai was thinking, and we can tell he wasn't thinking about manipulative his movements in any way. All of this wasn't coming out of manipulation, it was coming out of pure care.

After six steps, Dazai reached the stair. He stepped on the stair and started walking down. Three steps down the stair, he heard a *clang*, a cool sound of metal echoing behind him. It sounded like the metal was kicked by the sole of someones shoes. The moment Dazai realized what the sound was, Dazai turned around in surprise.

There was already no one at the top.

Dazai was dazed for a moment, then he loosened his lips and laughed.

"Trying to act cool, huh?" Dazai smiled, both annoyed and relieved. Then he turned on his radio and sent out his order. "Chuuya has sallied, everyone get ready for battle."

I personally love this part so much, relief washed over Dazai the moment he noticed that Chuuya was going to go through with the first plan, which proves my point that he wasn't manipulating him and how Dazai was under a lot of stress because he wasn't sure if the alternative plan would be as effective as his original one.

Yet he still was willing to go through the alternative plan if Chuuya refused, because Dazai values him and regards his wellbeing.

Dazai was being surprisingly gentle in this section, he was being honest. There was no ulterior motive behind his actions here, just a boy looking after his partner.

"So i'm going to send an order to my men to prepare for action... Is that okay?"

"Of course it's okay." Chuuya turned to Dazai. "Why are you asking me such a thing?"

Dazai didn't answer right away.

That was an unusual expression. It's like he was trying to say something, but he had to arrange the words in his head to decide where he should start. An expression he rarely shows.

This was right before Dazai drops the bomb to Chuuya about the memory erasure command. He was even asking for Chuuya's opinion on sending his men to get ready, this was the first time Dazai ever showed actual concern without masking it with witty remarks. You can tell that Chuuya isn't used to this.

And when you think about it, when Dazai and Chuuya have missions together, Dazai always uses corruption as a last resort and he always allows Chuuya to make the decision if they will be using it or not.

I personally belive that the main reason Chuuya trusts Dazai with using corruption is because The Sheep used to exploit his powers too much, but Dazai leaves the decision to use corruption up to Chuuya. Dazai understands the physical and mental toll corruption takes on Chuuya and therefore leaves the choice up to him.

Theres another section in stormbringer that I really enjoy, it doesn't necessairly show solicitude but I still think this should still be taken into consideration:

"You seem pretty confident that Chuuya is human, don't you?"

"I am," Dazai laughed with a sigh. "There is no way a man-made code could create such a personality that I detest so much."

Throughout the whole story, Dazai is more than determined that Chuuya is human. The main reason Dazai finds Chuuya so intresting is because of how frighteningly human Chuuya can be, because of the fact that he always wears his emotions on his sleeves, something Dazai rarely does himself. Thats personally a nice sentiment from Dazai's end, even when Chuuya struggles completely when it comes to believing in his own humanity, Dazai still can't help but see him as a human being.

Also I am aware that Dazai literally said he detests Chuuya here but he also sighed and laughed while stating this, showing us that he isn't being serious about hating him.

And its not only in stormbringer were he shows his concern towards Chuuya. In fact, in this following manga pannel Dazai is telling Chuuya that if he is willing to listen him, he will stage his own escape so that Chuuya doesn't get punnished.

Honestly, if Dazai didn't care enough for Chuuya, he wouldn't have mentioned this to him. Chuuya didn't care enough to realize that he literally unwillingly freed Dazai which would get the pm mad at him, so the fact that Dazai is literally helping him out is no doubt out of care for him. If Dazai didn't have any regard for Chuuya he would've not staged his escape or mentioned anything to Chuuya, eventually incriminating him.

There are many misconceptions when it comes to Dazai's feelings towards Chuuya, people think that he doesn't care for him due to the fact that he left the Port Mafia, leaving Chuuya behind. But heres the thing: Dazai's intentions had nothing to do with Chuuya. He left the organization for his own good, he left it to fullfill Oda's wish.

"If Dazai cared for Chuuya then why didn't he take Chuuya with him?" the reason is simple, he knows how much the PM means to Chuuya. In stormbringer it is shown that Chuuya feels as if his humanity is attached to the people he is loyal to, in this case its the port mafia. Verlaine wanted to get rid of the pm because he believed that the pm is what kept Chuuya's humanity, eventually making Chuuya believe that he is only human if he stays loyal to the pm. Dazai knows this. Thats exactly why he didn't take Chuuya with him or even explains to Chuuya why he left, he knows it would be selfish to basically rip Chuuya's sense of humanity apart.

I have a feeling that if Dazai told Chuuya about the real reason he left the Port Mafia, Chuuya will not only feel conflicted about being in the pm, but he would also have an inner conflict with himself as a human.

People also think Dazai may not really care for him because of the fact that after the fight against Lovecraft he actualy deserted him, maybe that part was truly just supposed to be seen as simple humor, but either way I want to talk about it. Chuuya's only request to Dazai was to take him back to base safe, so why did Dazai leave Chuuya behind?

I mean he has carried Chuuya back to saftey before with no problem, for example in stormbringer when Chuuya uses corruption for the first time Dazai carries him back to the billiards bar and not to the mafia’s base so that he could say goodbye to his passing friends.

The reson behind this is because Mori needs to know that unlike Dazai, Chuuya is absolutely loyal to him. Leaving Chuuya the way he did will make Mori believe that these two really are at each others throats and that Dazai is insignificant to Chuuya. Making it seem that for Chuuya, the mafia comes first before anything else.

Therefore Dazai established Chuuya's saftey within the mafia since not only does Mori want these two to be hostile with each other, he doesn't want Chuuya to eventually turn against him if he truly found out more about Dazai's true reason of departure. Then again, this isn't canon but it is a logical assumption.

Not to mention that although Dazai did leave him behind, he folded Chuuya's coat and hat before taking his leave. There is also an an extra chapter where Ozaki Kouyou was talking with Chuuya but when he left he forgot his coat, which made Kouyou came across the coat; where she noticed a badge sewed inside saying "Name: Hatrack", she smiled fondly thinking to herself that some things just never change, in this case, Dazai and Chuuya's bond.

Dazai literally took his time to sew this into his coat just to tease him, it was a simple gesture but it shows us how their dynamic will never change. No matter what these two go through, they will always share a bond that consists on teasing, trust and underlying care.

All of this actually makes that theory of Dazai planting a bomb under Chuuya's car for the sole reason that the PM doesn't find Chuuya as an acomplice who aided Dazai on his escape much more feasable.

For Dazai to just plant a bomb under Chuuya's car with no motive makes no sense because if Dazai's true intentions were to simply mess with Chuuya, he would've most likely made it clear at that time. Dazai always has an underlying motive behind his actions, and in this case it is very likely that he did that for Chuuya's sake.

Don't get me wrong, I am aware that the bomb incident could've just been a comedic moment and I shouldn't look too much into it, but there is still a posibility, right?

These two hold so much trust and care for one another, yet they also hold a lot of bitterness and resentment. In the end the good aspects of their dynamic outweighs the bad.

Either you see these two in a platonic or romantic way, you can't tell me that their bond isn't significant.

Thank you so much for reading!! I wanted to talk about this for a while because I feel like people misinterpret Dazai's feelings towards Chuuya a lot so I hope this clears up things a bit<3