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[concreteangel92]

Thou Shalt Not Kill - Chapter 8

AU Noah Sebastian x female reader

18+

Summary: Reader is a detective and is assigned to a murder case which she soon connects with previous killings and figures out the religious affiliation, proving there is a new serial killer within the city. Reader soon becomes obsessed with the killers mind and methods and won’t rest until she figures out who the killer is. All while she gets used to working with her new partner on the case, detective Noah Davis.

Warnings: none for this chapter other then talks of religion

So sorry it’s taken me so long to get this out haha I’ve been so busy over the last couple weeks but tonight jet lag has been a bitch so I decided to use the time to finish this chapter off 🤣 I hope you all enjoy and I look forward to hearing your thoughts!!

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MASTERLIST

The world around you seemed very fuzzy, like a dream, almost but it was very much real.

The pain in your head was awful, you tried to open your eyes and was met by a dim light around the room coming from above your head, although it was dim, it still hurt your eyes the moment they opened.

You let your head fall back onto the pillow you were lying on, the room already feeling like it was spinning and making your stomach twist uncomfortably.

The sound of a door opening made you try to turn your head again and a blurry silhouette came towards you, that was the last thing you remember before you slipped back into the darkness again.

••••

Once again you stirred awake, your body feeling heavy and weak, the pain still lingered in your head and your mouth was incredibly dry.

You looked around the room, your eye sight more adjusted then before and you saw you were in a fairly big room, the walls were a dark grey and there was a small window up very high on the wall, allowing sunlight to come into the room, it appeared you were in a basement somewhere. The bed you were on appeared very clean, like the sheets had been freshly made not long ago. A tall chest of drawers was to your right. There wasn’t much else in the room but two doors, one you assumed lead to a toilet and the other was your way out of here.

Trying to push the nauseous feeling away, you sat yourself up slowly. Your head still feeling very foggy.

You heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind the door in front of you, when the door opened you were greeted by Noah’s tall figure carrying a tray in his hand.

“Ahh welcome back angel, I was starting to think you’d never wake up”

You backed yourself up in the bed when he walked over and sat down next to you, you could see bottles of water and a sandwich on a plate on the tray.

“Ho..how long was I out?”

You coughed and tried to cleared your throat as your voice was raspy and your throat was dry.

Noah offered you a bottle of water which you just stared at.

“It’s not laced with anything, look, not even been opened”

You studied the cap and saw it appeared to be untouched but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t possible.

Noah smirked at you and opened the bottle to take a sip himself.

“Happy now? You must be thirsty. And you’ve been out for nearly 2 days now”

You took the water from his hands and started to drink, water had never tasted so good.

“Easy, you haven’t had anything in days, don’t want to bring it straight back up”

You stopped chugging the water and stared at him.

“Why do you care? You’re going to kill me right? What difference does it make?”

Noah let out a small chuckle and went to touch your leg which you swiftly moved away.

“I have no intention of killing you angel, why would I do that when you intrigue me far too much”

You looked away from his intense gaze, his words not bringing you any comfort.

“Why Noah?…the whole time it was you…just why?”

“I have many reasons why, but I’m sure you’ve figured some of them out by now detective. I’ve never met anyone who’s just as intelligent as I am, someone who is on my level. There was no way any of those idiots at the station would ever have got as far as they did in the case if it wasn’t for you”

You looked back at him, seeing him looking almost sincere.

“It was all a game to you wasn’t it?”

“No. I genuinely do like you angel, that was never a lie or a game…my messages to you may have been however”

You didn’t miss the sinister smirk as he recalled all the times he’s text you off an unknown number.

“A burner phone I assume? One that clearly couldn’t be traced”

“They had no chance to tracing it back to me, as I said, none of them would have got this far without you. You see what they don’t, you tried to get into the same mindset to figure out every clue, every killing and you were right every time. It’s truly very impressive”

You felt the need to laugh, “so what now? You just keep me locked here….where ever here is?”

Noah put the tray with the sandwich on your lap and gestured for you to take it, the growling in your stomach wouldn’t let you turn it down so you picked it up and started to slowly eat.

“You’re in a safe location, they won’t be able to find you if that’s what you’re thinking and you won’t be able to get out of here. The walls are soundproof and the only way out of through that door which is locked, even if it wasn’t, I would soon find you. I intend to keep you here until I see fit so don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you…not yet anyway”

Noah appeared to be very relaxed in front of you, it was almost like nothing was wrong and you were just two friends having a conversation like you always did, the feeling was very bitter sweet.

“Why did…”

Your words got lost in your throat as soon as you started talking.

“Why did I?”

You looked down at the half eaten sandwich in your hands as you felt a true wave of sadness wash over you.

“Why did you play with my feelings…and sleep with me? Why would you do that?”

You felt Noah’s fingers underneath your chin as he pushed your face up to look at him.

“I already told you, that wasn’t a game. I really do like you, I never lied about that”

You stared into his dark eyes and for a moment you let yourself go back, days before, when everything was normal.

“I just…can’t believe you…a psychopathic killer isn’t capable of such emotions”

Noah laughed quietly and you felt his breath on your lips as he moved in closer.

“Oh even you know that’s not completely true detective, we are capable of many emotions, even if it’s not how you perceive them to be”

“And what about how I perceive your actions detective”

You couldn’t resist using his nickname back at him, the sick irony of it all almost made you laugh.

“Come on now, you know for a fact that the victims weren’t innocent people, I’ve done the world a favour by ridding them of those hypocritical liars”

“No matter what they did in their past or present, you’re not god! You don’t get to decide who lives and who dies!”

Noah smiled and you felt his hand grip your chin harder as he leant forward to press his lips onto yours.

“Don’t I? I’ve already told you before angel, the worst thing in this world is religion. And I’m simply sending a message that god can be dethroned”

You tried to move away from him slightly, the kiss and his words sending chills down your spine.

“You’re insane” Noah smiled at your words.

“We’ll find out detective, my message to the world isn’t finished yet”

“What about ‘thou shalt not kill’ you don’t practice what you preach?”

He leant in towards you closer again, his hands now resting on the mattress either side of your body, almost like he was trapping you in.

“That commandment is always translated wrong, it should read ‘thou shalt not commit murder’” Noah then stood up tall, the smirk on his face still ever present. “Killing can be such a righteous act”

You pushed the sandwich away and sat up more in the bed, the dizziness still there in your temples.

“You think what you’ve done is righteous?”

He walked closer to the door, signalling he was making his leave soon.

“What I’ve done is proved that people are not what they seem, you and me are living proof of that”

“What do you mean?”

“We are the last two commandments angel, do you not see it?” Noah paced slowly as he talked. “‘Thou shalt not have no other god before me’ and ‘thou shalt not kill’ it’s very poetic I think”

You scrunched your face up at his words as you tried to understand what he meant.

“I don’t understand?”

“Oh you will angel, all in due time”

With that, Noah turned and walked out of door, the sound of it locking ringing in your ears and his words making your head hurt even more.

Chapter 9

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Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen

mma fighter!sukuna ryomen x femalecoach!reader

Part 7. Help Me To Help You

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Spynosis: Sukuna is a world champion with anger issues. It's believed by many that he is untrainable. Yeah, you can't train him, but you can dominate him. Contents: Fighting. Sukuna being Sukuna. female reader being dom. Jinx AU (the BL, not the character from lol) Reader is a baddie. Warnings: MDNI. +18. Cursed words. I only read it once, lmao. Smut. Raw sex. Vaginal. Oral. Humiliation. Reader is dom. Sukuna is sub. Word count: 4149 words. A/N: We are finally in the middle of this story. Thanks for all the support and the comments! Hope you like this chapter.

Less than 48 hours left until fight night. This time, the championship night would take place in Tokyo. It was always good to fight at home so we didn’t have to worry about traveling nor having jet lag. Sukuna and Naoya had gone through the judges and referees for the official weigh-in at the official UFC facility. Luckily, Naoya threw me a couple of flirtatious winks and didn't say a word during the brief encounter. If Sukuna found out that I betted my position as his coach, he would kill me without hesitation.

The band of the treadmill was moving under my feet. I couldn’t give up. The outcome of this fight rested on my attitude against the circumstances. My arms swayed with every step I took. I had to secure Sukuna's luck no matter what. I was losing my breath due to fatigue. Sukuna won the last fight against Toji Fushiguro thanks to me. My feet were moving on their own. Should I fuck him again?

“Hey!” Sukuna shouted in my ear, waking me up from my thoughts.

My feet stopped dead in their tracks on the treadmill, causing me to lose my balance and stumble. The band pushed me off the platform, sending me rolling to the ground. My head was spinning, so I lay down to recover. It's a lousy idea to get up suddenly after a serious fall, that's how you pass out. I knew it from experience.

“What the fuck is wrong with you today? You're acting weird lately,” Sukuna asked me, annoyed.

“Shut up,” I mumbled with a frown.

“Are you worried about the fight tomorrow?” he asked, irritated.

“Of course I'm worried! If you don't win tomorrow, I'll have to go back to the Zen’in’s!”, I thought, but I couldn't tell him that. I had gotten myself into this mess on my own, I was willing to get out of it alone and teach that jerk Naoya Zen’in a lesson.

“A little, but it will be alright. I trust your good luck ritual will work, by the way, do you have someone to fuck already?” I asked, trying not to sound too obvious.

“Keep your fucking voice down!” Sukuna scolded me between whispers, kneeling down next to me to look me at the eye. “Only Yuuji should know, but he opened his mouth and now you and Gojo know,” he whispered, after making sure no one around us was paying attention.

“Megumi knows about it too.”

“That nosy little shit,” he grumbled before desperately doing a facepalm.

I didn't think he was embarrassed by his lucky ritual. Yes, it was unconventional, but I didn't know it was a big open secret. Usually male athletes are not embarrassed about fucking multiple women, they even flex about it by bringing a different woman to their matches. I thought Sukuna would be like them, I was surprised he wasn’t.

“Get up now, you look stupid,” he said as he offered his hand to help me.

“Good thing I caught you resting, Sukuna,” Nanami announced his presence as he approached us. “Hey, weren't you supposed to leave 10 minutes ago?” he asked me directly. I looked at my watch, it was 2:10 pm. I had to leave soon if I wanted to get to my appointment on time.

“That's right! Thanks for reminding me,” I thanked Nanami before rushing to the lockers to change.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going? Tomorrow is fight night!” Sukuna shouted angrily as he grabbed my arm to stop me from running away.

“It’s going to help you win! I promise!” I exclaimed to get him to let me go.

“Are you going to let her go just like that?” Sukuna asked Nanami as if he was my dad.

“She asked to leave early a month ago, she told me it was important. It's in her rights as an employee,” Nanami explained calmly.

I abruptly let go of Sukuna, and he grumbled in contempt. He knew Nanami was right. If he didn't let me leave, I could file a complaint against him with HR. I assured him he would thank me later, and he death glared at me. That was so him.

At the lockers, I took off my stinky clothes from sweat training. I opened my gym bag and took out the denim skirt I had packed. The last time I wore a mini skirt was on my first date with Naoya, a special occasion. “I can't believe I'm going to wear this again,” I thought as I saw how short it was, it barely covered my butt. I had to wear it, this would be a special day too.

2 hours later on a train ride, I arrived at my not so exciting destination. The Golden Pot, a Chinese restaurant on the outskirts of Kyoto, known for having the best wonton soup in town. I never thought I would return to this place. It brought back bittersweet memories of my relationship with Naoya, as I had the best dates of my life with him here. It was amazing how the person I once grew to love more than myself became my #1 enemy.

Naoya has a less troublesome luck ritual than Sukuna. Before every fight, he must eat a bowl of wonton soup to secure his stomach and his victory. He always did this in the evenings after the official weigh-in. When he travels out of the country, he usually eats it before taking the plane. Since he was fighting in Tokyo, I knew he would be at the restaurant. I zipped up my Team Black jacket and walked confidently into the place.

The aroma of ginger and garlic permeated my nose as soon as I walked through the doors. Like any Chinese restaurant, the place was decorated with red lanterns hanging from the ceiling and golden dragons of good fortune among the long tables. The sound of sizzling dishes and the animated murmur of customers enjoying authentic Chinese food crept into my ears as I searched for the stupid blond with my eyes.

I spotted him at the table where he always used to sit. A table in a booth with red cushions and an intimate atmosphere. He was alone and undercover as if he were a spy, wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses despite being indoors. I really didn't want to approach him, but I had to be brave. I had traveled all the way from Tokyo to confront him and put him out of his comfort zone, I couldn't afford to chicken out now.

“Is it good?” I greeted him reluctantly. Naoya looked up from his bowl and took off his glasses to make sure his mind wasn't playing tricks on him. Taking his time to run down my bare legs, getting used to the idea that I was standing before him.

“Well, well… What brings you all the way to Kyoto?” He asked me with a smile.

“Since you came to visit me at the gym and my house, I thought it would be nice to visit you at your favorite place,” I replied as I sat down across from him.

“You are so cute,” he commented before eating a wonton.

A waitress came to our table quickly to take my order. She tried giving me a menu, but I already knew what I was going to order.

“I'm not going to stay long, I'll just have a wonton soup to go and an iced tea for here,” I asked.

“Are you in a hurry?” Naoya asked me, disappointed, once the waitress left.

“A little, I have to go back to Tokyo early to continue training Sukuna,” I answered.

“Do you care about him?” He asked me seriously.

“Of course I do, it's my job.”

“No, I mean, do you really care about him?” He corrected the question.

I frowned in response. It was true that Sukuna was on my mind 80% of the day, but that's because he is my job. I have to make sure he eats well, does the exercises correctly and is in his best mental state before every fight. I have seen him progress in the last four months that I have been training him, and I was proud of my work, but where was he going with that kind of question? Naoya sighed when he didn't get an answer.

“Do you like him?” he asked, confident that he knew the answer already.

“No,” I answered coldly, before he made up weird ideas in his head.

I couldn't imagine jumping from one idiot to another. Sukuna could be an amazing athlete, an extremely attractive man and a good protector, but he was still a traitor, a rude champion and someone who uses women to his advantage. We had grown up together these past few months, but I was not to be confused, he was still Sukuna Ryomen.

“This brings back so many memories. This is where we had our first kiss. We were so young and immature,” Naoya sighed as he imagined the scene.

“We are still young and immature, especially you. You still cling to the past and want to pull me with you,” I mumbled.

“What's wrong with wanting to take back what's mine?” he wondered, annoyed that I had broken his illusion.

“That I am not your property nor Zen’in’s,” I answered.

“We'll see about that tomorrow,” Naoya selfassured.

The waitress arrived with my order carefully wrapped in a plastic bag and the tea in the typical yellowish plastic cup of this kind of restaurant. I smiled as I saw the full glass in front of me, “This is what I came for,” I thought as I took a sip.

“You're right, let’s not argue now,” I thought out loud as I got up from my seat, ready to leave. “We'll see about that tomorrow,” I said with a confident smile.

I poured the iced tea over Naoya's half-eaten wonton soup. His eyes widened at the reckless act I was pulling. I was ruining his good luck ritual before his eyes. I slammed the glass down on the table in front of him to grab his attention back.

“You better not back off,” I threatened him in a low voice so that he was the only one listening to me.

“I hope you too, cutie,” he glared at me, this time he had stopped smiling to restrain himself from hitting a woman in a public place.

I left the place with my food and sighed relieved that the conversation had not escalated any further. I checked the time. It was almost 6 pm, I had to get to the train station if I wanted to make it to the next part of my plan on time.

SUKUNA POV

A sharp pain invaded my neck as I moved my shoulder again. A grunt of pain escaped from my lips as I moved it in circles as Shoko recommended. The hot water from the shower helped dull the pain. I should be embarrassed. I couldn't let such a superficial injury stop me. I had to give my 110% in tomorrow's fight as always. My honor and my title were on the line again. I shouldn't be worried though, no one knows that my shoulder is injured, and I have Y/n, who has been teaching me all of Naoya's moves. My chances of winning were still pretty high.

I let the hot water run over my body some more. I didn't want to get out of the shower, but I had to get ready to greet the prostitute I had hired in advance for tonight's ritual. I wrapped myself in my shower robe and went on to dry my hair, so I would have it ready for tomorrow. I was in my best possible shape, but aesthetics are also important for sponsors.

The doorbell echoed through the penthouse, letting me know that someone was waiting at the door. I frowned at the time. It was barely 8 o'clock, the hooker was supposed to arrive at 9. "Who the fuck is it this late?", I asked myself annoyed. I walked over to the door to see who it was.

It was a rather pleasant surprise to see Y/n through the peephole. She was waiting patiently outside the door with a plastic bag in her hands. I was going to open the door, but I saw her take off the team black gym jacket. My cheeks flushed slightly at the sight of her in something other than workout clothes. She was wearing the shortest denim skirt I had ever seen in my life and a pink shirt that allowed me to see her cleavage thanks to the height difference. I had seen her wear things that revealed her stunning body, but this was the first time I had seen something that made her look like a girl and not like someone who can kick my ass.

She started to lose her patience. She rang the doorbell again, bringing me back to reality. I was a weak man if just looking at her made me blush. “Fuck,” I thought, annoyed with myself, before opening the door.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I scolded her. “Who the fuck gave you my address?”

“What a nice way to greet your coach,” she joked, sarcastically. “Nanami gave me your address. I came all the way from Kyoto to bring you a good luck wonton soup,” she explained as she handed me the plastic bag.

As soon as she moved his jacket from one arm to the other, I noticed something about her outfit that I hadn't seen through the peephole before. It was a detail I shouldn't have minded in the least, but my eyes hyper-fixated on it anyway. The pink rim of her thong protruded above her skirt, gently draped over her hip. The fact that I even noticed it surprised me. I'd seen that on thousands of models at parties, why did it matter to me so much in Y/n? Had she done it on purpose? It was hard to tell, since I only know her in working hours. This was the first time we had met outside the work environment.

“Are you going to let me in?” she wondered.

“Did you really go all the way to Kyoto to bring me a measly wonton soup?” I asked as I inspected the contents. Y/n slapped my arm at the rejection of her gift.

“It's the best soup in the world!” she scolded me, offended. “Also, I went to ruin Naoya's lucky ritual,” she confessed, embarrassed.

“Are you fucking stupid!? That's why you left training early?!” I yelled in annoyance.

“Hey! You should be thankful that I'm taking every precaution to ensure my victory!” she finished off by raising her voice to reach my volume. She always has a stupid answer for everything.

“Your victory…” I tasted the phrase in my mouth. “Are you only doing this just for yourself?”

“My victory is that you remain as the champion,” she clarified.

“Well, you did what you had to do,” I told her, ready to close the door.

“You didn't answer the question I asked you earlier,” she reminded me, it was as if she didn't want the conversation to end.

“What are you talking about?” As soon as I blurted out the question, she blushed and avoided my gaze.

“Do you already have someone for your lucky ritual?” She asked, still avoiding my gaze.

“Yes, she's coming in an hour. You can go home now,” I said, tired of explaining myself to her. I tried to close the door, but she pulled her body into the penthouse to avoid it.

“Are you sure she will satisfy you?” She asked me, almost desperate.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I yelled, opening the door again. “You've been so weird since we made the strategy! Is there something you want to tell me?”

“I just want to make sure that your ritual goes well…” she whispered in embarrassment. That sounded like a damn lie.

“Y/n!” I scolded her. She was startled by the scream and then sighed in surrender.

She told me all about her history with Naoya in a low voice. From how they met to how he continues to stalk her to this day. She told me how she came to his house out of nowhere and betted on her freedom to get rid of him once and for all. “Are you such a dumb bitch?! How could you even think of doing that!” are things I wanted to scream at her until her ears bled from her stupidity, but I couldn't do it seeing her so emotionally drained. No wonder she was so desperate, this was the only way she had to be able to get rid of him. What a mess she was in.

“Help me out, Sukuna.” Her eyes begged me for mercy, I couldn't say “no” to that.

“Come in, it better be as good as in Dubai,” I threatened her as soon as I let her in.

“I will do my best,” she promised.

Despite being shorter than me by a head and looking so tender in that outfit that left almost nothing to the imagination, this little shit pushed me against the bed with all her might. In my own house! She had already seen me naked and knew how I behaved during sex. So it was easy for her to undo the knot of my shower gown and unwrap me as if my hard cock was her birthday gift. She didn't hesitate to take it all the way into her mouth. Each suck and lick felt desperate. I knew she wanted to make me come, so she could secure tomorrow's victory, but sometimes the idea of her being really desperate to have my cock inside her for lustful pleasure tickled my brain.

“You really want to impress me, don't you?” I asked her as I took off my robe completely.

I pushed her towards my crotch, hugging her by the shoulders with my leg to show her how flexible I had become since she had taught me floor techniques. The splashes coming from her wet lips, her eyes watering from having my monstrosity in her little mouth and her hands holding my thighs to keep her balance were a sublime image. I could come just seeing her in that state.

I pulled her to me with one tug to do what I had wanted to do to her since I saw her through the peephole. I ripped off her thin pink shirt to reveal the pink lace bra that matched her thong. “She came prepared,” I thought with a satisfied smile. I usually like to remove the bra because it gets in the way, but I decided to leave this one on because it was cute. The little flowers looked so pretty over her beautiful breasts. I yanked down her skirt and reached into her slutty cave. She clung to my body as she moaned my name as praise. My fingertips rubbed her sensitive clit as they bathed in the natural lube. Y/n struggled against her own body to maintain her composure.

She took possession of my body as soon as she climbed into my lap. I thought the fun was finally going to begin, but she decided to keep playing with my senses. She took possession of my cock to rub the tip against her clit in slow circles. I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning like a bitch in heat.

“Don't be shy, I want to hear you,” she asked before gently twisting my nipple.

My eyes popped open as I felt her fingers against my sensitive spots. I think it's the first time I've ever been touched like that. She smiled as she realized the same thing I did. She approached me slowly to kiss my nipples gently. We had only slept together once, and she already knew my body better than I did. Oh Naoya, he really fumbled the bag. Poor bastard. She flicked her tongue and gently sucked on my erect nipples from the cold of the night. I closed my eyes to enjoy the tickling that ran mercilessly through my body as I moaned for her.

“How cute. Your cheeks match your hair and my underwear,” she whispered in my ear as she saw the blush that covered my face.

She shoved my cock in her all at once, bringing back memories of Dubai. This time, my back was no longer suffering from being pushed against a small wooden table. She rode my cock like a pro, making sure the tip had the biggest impact point. Her breasts bounced in my face, her moans were music to my ears and her hips were moving to the beat of a forbidden song. I wrapped my arms around her waist to hold her close to me and made sure my cock went all the way into her cervix.

She kissed me passionately without ceasing to impact her hips against me. It was wild, rushed, and powerful. She pressed my body against hers like a snake mercilessly choking its prey. I had no intention of fighting her, I could die in between her thighs and I would be so fucking happy.

I wasn't going to last any longer if we kept going like this. My mind kept repeating the national anthem to last longer in heaven, but it wasn't working. Y/n knew what she was doing, and she was doing a great fucking job. My cock was high and wet in her pussy, I wanted more, I needed more of her. My hips were moving on automatic to penetrate her fully. Her tits bouncing in my face was the best sight I have ever witnessed in my life. Y/n felt so tight and delicious, I was about to explode. Before I could help it, I came in her. My cock was slowly pumping her full.

“Are you done?” She smirked.

“Shut up,” I sighed tiredly. She pulled away from me to go to the bathroom to clean herself. I grabbed her arm and pulled her back to the bed. “I'm not done with you yet.”

”Huh?” She asked, confused.

“I may be satisfied, but you're not,” I told her before spreading her legs apart.

I wasn't used to eating pussy from hookers, they just made me cum and left, but seeing my coach's face all flushed and surprised made my night. She really didn't expect me to go deep into her body to finish what I had started. I dipped my head into her crotch to part her lips with my tongue. She stifled a moan and closed her legs at the tickle that ran down her back. Her thighs pressed against my face, drowning me in her delicious pussy. Y/n arched her back to bring her clit closer to my nose and thrust my tongue deeper inside her.

It was sour and sweet at the same time. I didn’t like the taste much, but I was a fan of the texture. I looked like a fucking junkie once I got used to the slimy sensation on my tongue. She pulled me by the hair to suck on her clit. I opened my mouth wide to eat the food God blessed me tonight. Y/n looked like a hot mess and I loved it. She moaned, writhed and called my name with lust.

“Just like that!” she moaned as she pushed my face, a sign that I was doing a good job.

I kept doing exactly what she asked until she squirted on my face. I jerked away confused as to what had happened. I wiped my face to see Y/n lying there like a happy starfish, arms, and legs spread across the bed tired.

“Good job,” She moaned in satisfaction with her eyes closed.

I was going to answer, but the doorbell grabbed my attention. It must be the prostitute. I wrapped my robe around me again and grabbed my wallet from the nightstand. I didn't want to waste time with her, I wanted to go to sleep soon so I could be well rested for the fight. I opened the door to find a blonde girl who reminded me of a bitch I know.

“Hi, handsome. It's nice to meet you, I always see you on the sports channel and…”

“Look, thanks for coming, but let's cancel. Someone already emptied my balls. Take 100 dollars and leave,” I said, throwing the bill at her and slamming the door in her face.

I went back to the room only to find y/n completely asleep under the covers. She looked exhausted, I shouldn't wake her up. I sat next to her on the bed and sighed tiredly. My horniness was decreasing, and I questioned whether I should let her sleep or ask her to go home. I looked at her again. She looked very comfortable and content tucked into me in the wet covers from our fluids.

“Looks like I'll be sleeping in the guest room,” I thought out loud.

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summary: just some relationship dynamics and scenarios with our fave <3

warnings: use of y/n...IM SORRY, language, mentions of sexual themes, long post?

pairings: fem!driver!reader x different eras!Sebastian vettel

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obvious x oblivious

the Australian Formula One race. It has always been one of your favourites to drive. It is clear why you have such a liking for it because you have so many happy memories from there. The time difference from your home country is the one thing you detest; it is impossible to wake up and go to bed at the right times here.

"last year's winner, how are you feeling" your teammate and best friend Fernando asks, nudging your arm and stopping you from what you are doing

"sleep deprived but excited. what about you? did you sleep at all"

"Very little. I watched a few of the films you suggested to tire myself out, but it didn't work" he responds in that all too familiar Spanish accent

you respond, "they were just too exciting" and you giggle a little. You two continue talking while you get ready for the upcoming race in the sweltering heat. Fernando says he is going to do some laps around the paddock to get some fresh air and invites you to come and you agree, needing to get out of the claustrophobic garage. You two are chatting about strategies and the meal you had the previous night until you hear your name being called. Lewis grabbed your attention since he hadn't spoken to you all weekend and wanted to ask you a few questions and say hello. You tell Fernando to keep moving and you'll soon catch up with him.

he agrees and continues walking until he gets to the red bull garage and spots Sebastian.

"hey mate, how's it going?" seb asks the world champion

"all good, man. what about you?" he replies

"good good. Ferrari are looking strong this weekend."

"yeah we are. this track really suits y/n's style of driving so I have high hopes for us this weekend." Fernando compliments, as soon as he says your name he looks over to you and lewis talking and seb follows his line of view to find you. seb secretly-- well, he thought he was subtle but infact he was the complete opposite, seb had a thing for you and Fernando always tried to get him to ask you out but he never had the guts to.

"yeah, she's great" he says, love oozing from him as he stares at your smile when talking to lewis and the way your hair falls.

"seb, seriously. I cant bear this anymore. please ask her out. you've got a hard on right now" Fernando informs the red bull driver

"what?!" he replies, looking down and seeing nothing and realising Fernando had caught him out.

"fuck off" Sebastian replies.

you look over to see Fernando and Sebastian talking and you smile and wave over, completely oblivious to the looks seb is throwing at you. this wasn't the first time though, seb had tried flirting with you before but you always thought it was friendly banter. you never thought Sebastian could have feelings for you.

"y/n's gonna be too tired this weekend anyway so you got off easy." Fernando tells him honestly. He wasn't wrong though, he could straight up say 'i love you' and you would just thank him. the jet lag kills you.

"another day or I swear-" Fernando starts

"okay, I get it. you want me to ask her out. I'm working on it"

"she is also just so oblivious to the signals you're giving her, so it's not entirely you're fault"

"thank you" seb replies sarcastically as he just now is realising that you're unbeknownst to his attempts.

another day... hopefully.

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bf who speaks another language x gf who is learning for him

it's widely known in the formula one community that Sebastian is infact German and German is his first language. for you, however, you don't speak German and you feel like him speaking your native language all the time is a bit unfair. so, you decided to get some lessons and watch some videos to try and learn some German for Seb. he doesn't know about this though and you thought it would be a nice surprise for him. you feel confident enough in your skills now to have a conversation with him. You both were at his parents house for dinner and German was being spoken here and there to accommodate seb's parents.

"Aus diesem Grund werde ich deinen Vater nie wieder kochen lassen" (because of this, I am never ever letting your father cook again) seb's mom tells him and the three of them laugh and so do you, seb looks at you confused and asks

"you don't need to laugh if you don't know what we are saying, basically she said that-" he starts but you cut him off telling him what she said

"she's never letting your dad cook ever again because he destroyed her favourite dish" you inform him and he looks at you lovingly but also even more confused than before.

"how did you know what that meant?" he asks

"I've been learning some German for you. did I get it right?" you answer

"for me? you didn't need to do that, darling" he replies placing a hand on your thigh and drawing shapes on it to show a bit of love.

"it's unfair that you're always speaking English for me, so I need to return the favour"

and with that he couldn't keep his eyes off of you the whole night. for you, it's nothing much, just showing appreciation. but for him, it's everything, the fact you were willing to learn a whole new language just so he could feel a sense of home. he appreciates it more than you know.

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chef bf x gf pro taster

you have spent the whole day with one of your dearest friends who moved away a couple of years ago with her boyfriend, but now, she is back in town as they broke up and you offered her a place to stay until she gathered herself and found her own place, of course you had ran this past Sebastian and he was also okay with it as he knew how close you two were even when she wasn't physically with you. you two just got home from collecting her from the airport and getting lunch while seb was out also doing his own thing.

the aroma coming from the kitchen as soon as you stepped inside was unbeatable, Sebastian had spent the evening cooking a lovely meal for the three of you to eat when you got home. you show your friend to the room she is staying in and then make your way down to the kitchen to see seb. you enter the kitchen to see his back turned to you and he was stirring a pot.

"what are you making" you ask appearing next to him.

he informs you what he is making and the sides he is preparing also. he takes the spoon out if the pot full of the food and blows on it to cool it down before placing it in font of your mouth to taste.

"taste it for me? be careful, it's hot" you say before blowing on it again and taking a bite. it was delicious.

"seb, that's so good" you compliment

"I try" he replies smiling

"is this what it's gonna be like living with you guys for he next couple of weeks?" your friend comments entering the kitchen to find the two of you.

"she is my professional taste tester, I need her opinion" he replies to her and we all just laugh it off and eat dinner which was unreal. if Sebastian failed as a driver, he could have been a chef and would have been a renowned world famous one too. not that he wanted that but he sure could have been.

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overly affectionate x blushes easily

seb is the most affectionate man you have ever met, he always must be showing you love in some way, whether it's holding your hand, bringing you flowers, letting you decide what movie to watch, he just wants you to know how much he appreciates you. he also notices and takes into account, every little thing you do so he can incorporate that into his daily life.

for example, this f1 season had started out great, but a couple of races back, Ferrari had gotten some new upgrades to the car that didn't work and have been jeopardizing your performance. They assured you and Fernando that they would work out and to give them time and experiment different tactics that suits this particular upgrade. Needless to say, you were not looking forward to this race at all. you hear your name being called from the front of the garage, so you walk out to find seb in his racing suit, ready to go but with a t-shirt saying I heart you but with your initials and racing number. you could have kissed him right there but wanted to keep the pda away.

"seb that's so sweet, I love you so much"

"anything for my favorite driver"he replies which makes you blush

"that's a bit biased, don't you think?" you reply while he grabs your hand lightly in his

"I don't care" he smiles

despite you trying to avoid pda for the cameras, you don't care in the moment, so you kiss him. just like you said you wanted to. To be completely honest, with Sebastian you don't really mind showing a little bit of pda because you care for him so much. he just brings that out in you, he brings out the best in you.

the gesture replays in your mind and you start to blush just thinking about it, seb's lips against yours and his hands around your waist add that all add to that blood rush.

"awh, you're blushing." seb teases as he pulls away

"stop" you whine slightly embarrassed at how easy it is for him to get you to blush. again, seb just really brings that out in you.

seb hums in disapproval as if to say no way and places a kiss in your hair whilst keeping you close to seal it all in. you make a mental note to snap a photo of him in this t-shirt to brag to your friends about how much better seb is than their boyfriends....kidding obviously....

------------------------------------------------- I have a pt. 2 if you guys want it!

[mikerickson]

8/29/2024 - 9/6/2024

If I had a nickel for every time I took a vacation in a small European naval power that historically punched above its weight in global affairs I'd have two nickels, which... ah, you know the rest.

Just got back from a trip to the Netherlands and Belgium that was basically: Amsterdam -> Apeldoorn -> Utrecht -> Den Haag -> Brussels -> Ghent -> Amsterdam. I will now proceed to talk to myself about the highlights below the cut.

Still can't sleep on planes. I even took a sleeping pill and bought a fancy new neck pillow thing to help, but instead I was just exhausted and strangling myself. My dinner also didn't sit well with me, so every time I was about to fall asleep, my gag reflex would trigger and I felt like I was gonna throw up. Seven hours of this was not very relaxing.

Landed at ass o'clock in the morning local time and had 6 hours to kill before hotel check in. I've always read that spending time outdoors in natural sunlight helps regulate your circadian rhythm and can fight jet lag, so I took us to look at some windmills. This was kind of a blur and I'm not certain it made much of a difference because I did end up crashing and taking a nap in the afternoon anyway.

Acknowledging that I am biased about this because I am 1) American and 2) literally a traffic engineer by trade, I simply cannot describe the Netherlands as anything other than "car-hostile". I felt actively unsafe driving around each city we visited because there are so many people on bicycles everywhere, who have right of way. Hell, even as a pedestrian I didn't feel safe because they come at you from every direction and you gotta keep your head on a swivel at all times. In The Hague I watched a woman get knocked into by a cyclist who just shouted over her shoulder "Let op voor fietsen!" ("Watch out for bikes!") and carried on.

Amsterdam ended up being more interesting than I was expecting and now I kinda wish I had dedicated one more day for it in the itinerary. Convenient and easy mass-transit system, some of the best bookstores I've ever been in, and beautiful canals everywhere you look.

Were I forced to describe the geography of the Netherlands, I would have to call it "suspiciously flat." I also got to continue my tradition of traveling to foreign countries, seeing literal hundreds of spinning wind turbines all over the place, and seething with jealousy.

Utrecht was a neat, smaller city with a central canal that I wish I had set aside more time for. Felt like a place where you'd actually want to live more than a touristy city.

The Mauritshuis in The Hague is where Vermeer's Girl with a Pearl Earring is located, and you know that before you even get to that room because she's plastered on 99% of everything for sale in the gift shop right at the entrance.

When we drove over the Netherlands-Belgium border, it started getting overcast. These gray skies hung around for four days, and dissipated as soon as we traveled back north on the final day. All of my memories of this country will now have a gray/de-saturated filter on them.

I know Brussels has a reputation of being a run-down or dangerous city among Europeans, but it just felt like a regular American city to me (specifically like the architecture/street layout of Boston with the political importance of Washington DC). Like, I don't know what to tell you, sometimes cities have visible homeless people, unsightly graffiti, and ethnic minority neighborhoods? It's gonna be okay, I promise. Amsterdam felt like Weenie Hut Jr. by comparison.

Going through the European Parliament building was very cool and very well laid-out and informative. Definitely a personal highlight of the trip for me.

The Belgian War Museum kinda just felt like some rich guy's personal collection of artifacts the public shouldn't have had access to? Not a lot of labels explaining what you're looking at in any language.

Belgian chocolate is fine. Not bad, but I mean it's chocolate, that's hard to screw up, you know?

During my research before this trip I kept seeing a general consensus that Bruges is super touristy and sanitized and feels fake and that Ghent was better for a more "authentically" preserved medieval center. I'm glad I opted to go there instead because it exceeded my expectations. Awesome architecture everywhere you turn, way fewer crowds than I expected, and it still felt lived in by modern people rather than a giant open-air museum.

Literally did not see a single physical Euro at all on this trip. Both of these countries are entirely cashless societies, and everyone (both tourists and locals) used chip readers and contactless payment for damn near every interaction. If anything, I saw tons of "Card Only/No Cash" signs and none of the opposite.

[poly-alt-partner]

Hide and Seek - Sam Golbach X Fem!Reader - Part 1

Okay, so I know I planned to write and post this sooner but I had some life stuff come up (back was killing me). But! Here is part one of Sam's version of the Hide and Seek challenge!

Summary: You, Sam, Colby, and The Boys go to Geelong Gaol in Australia to investigate the haunted grounds. After going through the motions of the intro and introducing everyone, Sam surprises everyone with a 'challenge' - Hide and Seek in the Gaol! But this doesn't seem to be the only thing Sam is planning.

Info: Based on the investigation at Geelong Gaol - specifically the Hide and Seek challenge. Potential Spoilers! Hiding with Sam and... accidental confession?!

Warnings: Cussing, making out (spicier interactions in part 2 - stay tuned!)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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You had only ever been on a few ghost hunting trips with Sam and Colby so flying to Australia to collab with a bigger group was a new experience. The three of you arrived in Australia a few days before investigating Geelong Gaol to meet The Boys and fight off any jet lag. Although you were initially nervous to meet the infamous group of YouTubers, they were really nice and you found yourself feeling comfortable with them. Sam and Colby definitely enjoyed joking back and forth with The Boys. There were times you hung back and talked more to their significant others, since you were the only other girl. 

Now it was the time to go to Geelong Gaol and tour the grounds before delving into the full investigation. As usual Sam and Colby needed to film the intro to reveal that The Boys were joining you three on this investigation. After a few minutes of discussion, it was agreed that you, Colby, and Sam would walk down the hall to the main square and then "run into" the group around the corner. Luckily you all only needed to do a few takes to make sure it was good. Then it was right into the investigation. Or so you thought. 

"Before we get into any of the history," Sam started, glancing at The Boys and then the camera Colby was holding, "we have a little challenge for you guys." You exchanged a confused look with Colby and then looked at Sam, who had a mischievous smile on his face. 

"So we're all gonna split up," Sam continues.

Mully interrupts, "Already?!"

"Before we know anything, everyone needs to isolate themselves and we are gonna play hide and seek." Sam finishes and you continue to stare at him, feeling shocked at the sudden information. He never said anything about splitting off this early! Eddie and Mully started cracking jokes almost immediately while you exchanged looks with the other boys to show you were just as clueless. 

"Winner of hide and seek gets to choose one person to do the first investigation in solitary confinement." Absolutely not! There's no way you were going to end up doing that investigation. You pout at Sam outside of the camera's view and he gives you a wink in return. Colby elbowed you lightly in encouragement and laughed when you scoffed at him. 

"(Y/n), you don't have to be a seeker if you don't want to, but Colby and I are gonna do rock, paper, scissors to see who has to seek."

"Yeah, no thank you! I would rather not be running around here alone trying to find everyone."

"Dude, I always lose at rock, paper, scissors," Colby interjects. You just shrug and step to the side to watch to see who wins. Sam still has a grin on his face knowing full well that Colby does lose 9 times out of 10. However, you felt like that wasn't the only reason he was smiling so much. Sam had to be plotting something else. 

They had us in the first half, not gonna lie. Originally Colby had actually won the rock, paper, scissors match, but Sam was adamant on best 2-out-of-3. You couldn’t understand why he wanted to be one of the hiders so badly, especially with his bright orange sweatshirt on. Sam would have to be really clever in his hiding spot to make it late in the game. 

After Colby lost and continued his poor losing streak, everyone grabbed their own camera and prepared to split up. While trying to decide which way to go, Sam grabs your hand and beams at you with a big smile. “Come on, let’s go!” You don’t even have time to protest as he starts running with you in tow being careful not to actually drag you. Colby’s counting got quieter as everyone scattered around to hide. 

Narrator ran into you and Sam as you rounded a corner. You heard him whisper, “Oh, who’s there? Oh! You motherfuckers.” You couldn’t help but giggle as the pair of you looked around for a spot nearby. Pointing your camera over Narrator’s shoulder you peeked into one of the dark rooms together.

“Wait wait wait wait wait, that’s the kitchen.” You and Narrator backed out of that room once he knew which one it was. Having no luck, Sam and you continued on to search for a spot. Eventually you both climbed the stairs and came to the furthest room in the building. You stopped in front of a large mirror and posed for the camera.

“He ain’t gonna find us first. With my giant orange jumper…”

“No way,” you agreed. “I feel like everyone else probably went for easy spots. Unless he comes up here first, we are golden!” Sam gave you a smile and squeezed your hand, which he had been holding the whole time. You couldn’t help but feel your face warm up as you realized this. 

Continuing further there was a room with beds lined up. At the end Sam spotted something under the last bed and you both saw Mully laying on the floor. 

“Oh fuck. Okay, shit shit shit.” Once again you were being pulled along by Sam to find another spot to hide. The adrenaline was pumping between the thrill of hiding and being this close to him. It didn’t feel awkward at all to you and that made your heart flutter a little. 

Finally after running almost all over Geelong Gaol, you and Sam made it to the gymnasium at the top of the building. You sat down against the wall beside the door and heaved a sigh of relief. It took a few moments to catch your breath as Sam turned his camera to the two of you. 

“We’re in the gymnasium at the top. Let’s see if he finds us.” He turned off the camera and set it down carefully, encouraging you to do the same. 

“I thought we weren’t going to find a good spot at all despite how big this place is,” you whispered, sitting close to Sam so you didn’t have to speak too loudly.

“Nah, I’m really good at Hide and Seek. We’ve got this!”

“I hope so. Because if we get found first, I’m throwing you under the bus.”

“Ouch, that’s mean,” Sam said with a pout as he put a hand over his heart.

“Hey, I love you but there’s no way I’m going to go solo!” You covered your mouth and looked at Sam after realizing what you had said. Fuck! In a moment like this?! Good job, (y/n)! Now the rest of the trip is going to be awkward! Sure, you and Sam flirted sometimes but neither of you had ever said those words to one another, even as friends! 

“You love me?” Sam teased, gently nudging your shoulder. Your face felt red hot and your heart was beating a lot faster now. 

“I-I mean, like, as friends, y’know?” You stuttered and fumbled over your words as Sam continued to smirk at you. He just rolled his eyes and gently held your chin in his hand before pulling you into a gentle kiss. Initially you were surprised by the contact and wasn’t sure what to do, but you had wanted this for so long. Closing your eyes you leaned in to return the kiss, leading Sam to move his hand to hold your face and bring you in closer. You reached out and gently grabbed a hold of his hoodie, earning a small groan from him before he pulled away slowly. 

“I love you too, (Y/n). Even if it means throwing me under the bus.” You laughed and rolled your eyes at him. “You know, I wasn’t really sure how you felt. Like if we were just flirting as a joke or for real.”

“It was probably a joke at first, but not for long,” You admitted, fidgeting with Sam’s jumper. “I really didn’t mean to say it during something like this.” 

“I know. But I’m glad you did,” Sam reassured, giving you a kiss on the forehead. He tried pulling you into another kiss when you both heard voices echoing in the building. Sam sighed and pulled away, picking up the camera. 

“Later?”

You smiled and nodded your head in agreement. “Later.”

He gave you a smile and a wink before turning his camera back on. Before he could mention hearing Colby and some of The Boys talking, you both heard something creepy. The reality of the moment set back in; you were still in Geelong Gaol for an investigation.

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Since I had to delay posting this, I'll be posting part 2 soon! Thank you everyone for the support!

[monzamash]

❝ what am i to you truly ? a puppet to be used to get what you want? ❞ + daniel 🥺😩

on our side daniel ricciardo x you | 1.1k — i combined this prompt and “did you just seriously insinuate i would do something like that to you?” because we love the drama, don't we folks? x

“You good?”

Daniel’s raspy voice stirred you awake, the exhaustion of too many night shifts strung together and the red wine he’d graciously provided for dinner had caused your weary eyes to close just for one peaceful, silent moment.

“Yeah, just needed a minute... it's so rowdy out there.”

The dip in the bed had your head tilting to the side, eying Daniel as he slumped down beside you, laying back on a bed that didn’t belong to either of you. In reality you didn’t know whose bed it was; maybe Scotty’s, maybe Sean’s – neither of you cared now that the dinner party had entered the wee hours of the morning.

“It’s been the longest day in history, I reckon. Trust those two to have the most extravagant wedding rehearsal dinner known to man…” Daniel sighed, hands linked behind his head; distressed curls falling every which way.

“Well, we are talking about a Stroll funded wedding event so not surprised that they’ve gone all out… Thought maybe there would be a flurry of doves as we walked in, it was that beautiful.”

Daniel chuckled at your joke and glanced your way, eternally in awe of how effortlessly funny you were. Quick witted and sharper than a tack like you’d always been; since the day he met you all those years ago.

“Should suggest that to Scotty for the big day – he’s all about the theatrics and hoopla… Christ, he might actually do it,” Daniel scoffed, making you chuckle and catch his eyes – gleaming and bloodshot from jet-lag.

There was a beat before his question; a question that you didn’t expect to get and certainly one you didn't want to receive.

“You ever think about getting married?”

The scoff that bubbled in your throat surfaced, eyes now widened at the man looking back at you with intrigue. Was he seriously asking you that? You? The girl who couldn't hold down a relationship because she's hung up on a man she can't have? Him.

“To who?” You asked, voice higher in pitch than you would’ve liked.

“I don’t exactly have a line of men queuing up around the corner…”

You cringed at the self-deprecation, wishing you’d gone with something less sad but the words spilled before you could catch them, painfully honest.

And Daniel’s quirked brow didn’t help you feel less desperate, “Oh, you know I’m camping out to be at the front of that queue.”

His tone was light-hearted but you knew that he wasn’t joking around. You’d found yourself here too many times, on too many late nights – fantasying about what could’ve been, maybe what should’ve been with the two of you. The almost’s, the close calls, the declarations of love when it wasn’t “the right time” and the apologies the next day when you wake up filled with regret, wanting nothing more than to pretend it didn’t happen because “your friendship means more to me than anything.”

It was cyclical.

“You promised we wouldn’t say things like that anymore, Dan.”

It was his chuckle that set you off, ringing in your ears like a taunt. It was as if the pain you felt every time he dangled himself in front of you, forbidden fruit, meant nothing to him. Like it didn’t rip his heart out of his chest, when it did. Having you as a friend killed him, every time he heard your voice on the phone, every time he made you laugh. Deflecting was his defence mechanism because admitting how he truly felt would hurt more than just you and him now. 

“I’m deadly serious…” You reiterated, staring into the windows of his soul, or so it felt for him as he watched your pupils widen.

“I know.”

And Daniel did know. He knew all too well the feeling of watching you happily in love – even if it was fleeting. But now it was his turn. The action of finding someone new was never intended to be vengeful or mean-spirited; it was just the way it was. Timing never on your side.

“But sometimes I think about getting married and when I do, I know you’re the only person on earth that understands how I feel… what that could look like and that might not be fair but it’s the truth.”

Daniel looked back up at the crown molding ceiling, hands clasped over his stomach, rising and falling with deep breaths. His heart was pounding, confessing his feelings was never easy when it came to you – and that was part of the reason you were laying side by side as friends, nothing more.

“You’re right, it’s not fair,” You stated, still staring at his sharpened jawline, tensing at your words, “I feel like… I feel like I’m just a puppet to you – a puppet to be used to get what you want whenever it doesn’t work out with your flavour of the month and… and…”

Daniel shot up, elbow buried into the mattress as he propped himself up beside you. As soon as you looked into those dark brown eyes, your heart shattered into a million pieces – the look of complete horror staring back at you as you stuttered through the sentence you wished you never even started. Regret getting the better of you.

“Did you just seriously insinuate i would treat you that way? After everything we’ve been through?” Daniel was stunned, gobsmacked by how differently you had perceived your relationship. Disposable.

He never wanted to make you feel that way, not ever.

“I fucking love you. I’m in love with you. And you know that. I know you do and I know you feel the same, which is why I sometimes keep my distance, especially when you’re with someone because I know what we have isn’t normal. I know it isn’t a normal friendship 'cause the reason all of my 'flavours of the month' leave is because of you.”

“Because they see the way I look at you and apparently it’s the same way you look at me so I dunno what to tell ya? You’re not a puppet and you never have been, it’s just… when we do get the chance to be together… in that way, I can’t say no to you… You’re you.”

Daniel reached down and softly brushed the pad of his thumb across your reddened cheek, a single tear rolling down the flushed skin as you let his words wash over you. He was right about all of it; he always was. He was the rational one, levelheaded and steadfast. But his words could only ease the pain so much.

The room was quiet, erratic breaths were the only sound being caught in the thickened air. It felt like the wind had been knocked out of your lungs, confessions somehow confusing the situation even more. Closure now being the only remedy for the heartache.

“If all that's true then, what do we do?”

Your voice was meek, barely a whisper as Daniel fell back onto the white linen duvet, hand searching for yours. You did what you always do and laced your fingers together; a comforting gesture to ease the sadness and gentle squeeze for good measure.

“I don’t know.”

Daniel genuinely didn’t know what to do and you could tell by the way his eyes darkened and the smile lines that were almost always visible were gone that he was as clueless as you. Stuck.

Because timing was never on your side.

a//n — don't know how many angsty drabbles i can write to be completely honest 'cause this hurt 😂 but hope you liked it x masterlist | askbox

[stoptakingthegoodname5]

Idk some of y’all liked the Zhogan post I did 🤷🏻‍♂️ first time I’m writing sooooo

(⚠️Again this is a small rpf fic just scroll, I’m not going to repeat myself⚠️)

/ Just your regular little Bass Pro date /

It was another sunny day in Texas which Zhou didn’t understood, as the big state was still reaching the high 70°s in October! Which in his mind wasn’t really setting right with him usually in any other countries this time of year would be gloomy and cold but not this god forsaken state!

Zhou walked around the hotel with a soft yawn after landing in Austin after the long flight from Singapore due to last weekends race. He wasn’t having it this morning as his head pounded due to the severe headache from jet lag. Walking into the living room and saw Logan all bright and early with a cheeky smile on his face “Hey!” He said in a way Zhou wished he can portray this early in the fucking morning…

“Hey” He said groggily and borderline pissed off as he has to wake up bright and early, walking to the small kitchen he opens a cabinet above the tabletop microwave to grab bottle of painkillers. Logan looked over and sighed concerned “Headache again bro…?” to which Zhou replied with a soft nod as he took the glass of water and downed the pill “Jet lag killed me this time… 21 hours of no sleep” he said to his boyfriend softly whistled “Jeez… 21 hours? Now I see why you’re all cranky…”

Zhou looked at him pissed as Logan did his usual snarky antics ‘prick….’ he said in his mind “ha ha… you’re so funny bro.” The annoyed man said sarcastically as he really didn’t want to tolerate his boyfriend’s antics, Logan took it into consideration and nods as he raised his hands “sorry babe sorry.” smiling he looked at the food in the counter.

“After dinner I was thinking of going to Bass Pro to just look around.” He said casually as Zhou looked at him in an annoyed expression and with a soft eye roll “Really dude Again? Swear all the time you go to this damn shop to spend money, what’s so important of this place?”

Logan gasped dramatically as he faked innocence “I don’t ALWAYS go there!” But he knew he was lying as Zhou did the usual eye narrowing when Logan lied, he sighed softly and grumbled “fine. It’s an addiction….” Logan said in a soft whisper in defeat, Zhou smiled in victory as Logan looked at him softly “Do you want to come this time? Promise I’ll make it fun for your first time”

Zhou never took the opportunity into consideration and well it’s a Monday and they have nothing planned for the day and he nods softly “fine I’ll go to this “Bass Pro” to see all the hype. It will be like a regular Bass Pro Date” Logan smiled to that and nods “yeah… just a regular Bass Pro date. Now get ready I’ll be in the car”

With that Zhou smiled softly and walked back to the room to change…

(AAAAAA I’m done 😭😭😭 hope this isn’t an eye sore to you guys as I tried not to run on with many sentences! Anyway the people who wanted me to do this will be mentioned ❤️ @kichona-s @midnight-grandprix maybe this will be a series if the people like it)

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : BABY BALANCES

Jack had kicked off his new tour roughly two months ago. You haven’t been able to see him or spend any time with him since Mia was due to start kindergarten a few days after Jack left.

Luckily, Mia had gotten two weeks off for spring break and you were now joining Jack for a week on the road.

The three of you were excited to finally be reunited, that when you first landed in Texas, you three locked yourselves into your suite and spent the night in bed watching movies, ordering food service and catching up.

The next day Jack had to wake up extra early for a few radio interviews and for sound check. Clay had offered to watch Mia so you can have some alone time until it was time for the show.

You and Neelam were out at the mall shopping all afternoon, until it was time for lunch.

“Ohhh, everything sounds so delicious.” You’re looking at the menu. “Hmm I’ll have two tacos de adobada, una horchata, una carne asada quesadilla y una tostada de carne deshebrada por favor.”

You look at Neelam “Are you okay ordering on your own, or want me to order for you?”

“I got it thanks.” She smiles at you, but with a questioning look on her.

After a while your food arrives and you two dig in.

“Oh, I think I’m going to be sick.” You push off the chair and run to the restroom and throw up everything you just ate.

“Hey, you okay?” Neelam knocks on the stall you’re in.

You walk out and head to the sink to wash your hands and rinse your mouth.“Yeah, I just feel a bit lightheaded, and I need to go get mouthwash.”

She hands you a gum, so you quickly throw it inside your mouth. “Jack called while you were in here, I told him you were throwing up.” She hands you your cell phone and you see it was a facetime call.

“Hi.”

“Baby, are you okay? What’s wrong?” He asks you worriedly.

You smile at him. “I’m fine bubs, just ate too much.”

“Are you sure? I’ll send a car for you right now. Maybe you caught something during your flight? You know the flu is around.”

“I promise I’m good, I’ll see you soon though.”

He nods. “Alright, I’m on my way back to the hotel. I’ll get Mia from Clay.”

“Okay bubs, see you soon.”

He blows you a kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You hang up and feel eyes on you, so you quickly look up and notice that Neelam is looking at you with raised eyebrows.

“I need mouthwash and I need a new pair of shoes.”

“Did you throw up on your shoes?” She looks down at them, “Y/N, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, it’s just the jet lag probably.”

“Hmm, you’d tell me otherwise right?.”

You smile, “Yes, stop worrying so much.”

“Jack will literally kill me if something is seriously wrong with you, so I’m just looking out.”

“Ohhh, so not because we’re friends?” You joke.

“Girl, you know I love you so quit playing.”

“Alright, let’s go.”

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

After your long day you decided it was best to shower and rest for a bit until it was time to head to the arena.

You were getting out the the bathroom when the door opened and your two favorite people were walking in.

“Mommy.” Your daughter runs to you, her little arms hugging you. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, baby bug.” You pick her up. “How was your day with your tio Clay?”

She smiles big, “So fun, we watch movies and saw daddy mess around.”

“I wasn’t messing around, I was rehearsing.” Your husband goes up to you and gives you a quick kiss. “Hi baby.”

“Hiii.” You smile up at him.

“Ughh gross.” Mia pretends to gag at you two kissing.

Jack and you share a laugh.

“How are you feeling?”

You set your daughter down and let her wander around the room for a bit. “I’m better, don’t worry.”

“You don’t think it’s a virus or something?”

“It’s something.” You silently say.

“Hmm, what was that?.”

“What time are we heading to the arena?” You ask, in hopes to change the subject.

Jack tilts his head to the side, eyebrows furrowed. “You’d tell me if something is wrong right?”

You start panicking and feeling bad, so you go up to him and wrap your arms around him. “Bubs, no te preocupes, I can see your thoughts rising. It’s nothing to worry about, I promise you.”

“Alright, I’m going to hold you up to that.”

“Ohhh news for me?.” You can hear Mia say.

You smile because you know exactly what she’s talking about.

“Daddy, helps puts them on?”

You step aside to sit on the bed, and you start brushing your wet hair.

“Did mommy buy you new shoes?” Jack sits at the corner of the bed with Mia on his lap.

Mia is boppin her head yes, “Uh huhm, new like yous.” She points at the shoes Jack is wearing.

Jack opens the box and without a second look he goes to put one pair on Mia. “Uhh, why isn't it going in?”

You cover your mouth to stop you from laughing out loud.

“Babe, these don’t- Mia your mommy got the wrong size.”

“Did I?” You ask in amusement.

He turns to look at you, “Yes, they don’t fit her.”

You raise your eyebrows and shrug, “They aren’t for her.”

“Who are they- WAIT.” He quickly places Mia on the bed and he heads to you, so you quickly stand up.

“You’re pregnant?” You can see his eyes watering, a huge smile on his face.

You nod, smiling.

“Say it, I need to hear you say it baby.” He whispers out. His hands go around your head lifting it up so he can see into your eyes perfectly.

“I’m pregnant, we’re having another little Harlow.”

“FUCK YESSS, HELL YEAH.” He lifts you up, you wrap your legs around his waist. “I love you, I love you so much.”

“Te amo.” You both stay wrapped up in each others arms for a bit, until a little someone demanded some attention.

“Well, I love me.” Mia, grumpily says.

You both laugh. “Mia, we love you too bug. Come here.”

“Why crying?” She wonders, looking back and forth between the both of you.

“We’re happy Mia that’s all.” You tell her.

“Want to know something cool?” Jack asks her.

“Yes please.”

“You’re going to be a big sister.”

She tilts her little head to the side and furrows her eyebrows exactly like Jack does. “What’s that?”

“It means mommy is having a baby, it’s gonna grow inside her belly.”

She gasps and covers her mouth, she looks between the both of you, and uncovers her mouth. “Like Nina’s basketball belly?”

“That’s not nice bug.” You remind her, since she’s been having a hard time calling her godmother's growing belly something else other than a ball. “She’s growing a baby in her belly.”

“My new bestest friend?”

“Yeah, and now mommy is going to do the same, except this baby will be your brother or sister.” Jack explains to her.

“A BABY BRODER.” Mia yells, hops on the bed and starts jumping. “I HAVE A BABY BRODER.”

“Mia, it can be a sister.” You tell her.

She stops jumping, puts her little finger on her chin tapping it against it. “Nah, I get a baby broder.” And she continues jumping.

Jack pulls you to his side, “Another baby, that baby will have their hands full with their big sister.”

You laugh at that. “I can’t wait.”

“I love you.” He kisses the top of your head. “Everything I wanted and some more.” He whispers out.

“I love you too bubs, thank you for making me the happiest woman on earth.” That indeed you were.

You were the happiest woman ever since the first day you met Jack, and knowing your husband, there was more happiness and more new memories to look forward to.

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Extra+rambling under cut

Me when clear all Cathy (feat: my pm oc/insert)

No but I started to cry when it got to this stage of the node and man I clicked on the thing like 30 times before clicking on the clear all Cathy. MAN I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A COOL JOKE UGHHHH. Also Cathcliff is one of my favourite PM ships now they’re just cute.

Random note but I couldn’t finish this when the 3rd part of the canto came out because my iPad kept crashing on the Vergilius node and I had to wait like 1-2 days before I was reunited with my computer to finish this so I missed out on the cleared before nerfs : ( (The moment I got home after a 8 hour flight and 2hr ride home I played through the last bit because I didn’t wanna be spoiled lol, and a lady at the airport got me sick too so I was jet lagged, tired as hell and sick but first priority was limbus lmao)

But like, seriously this canto made me spiral on this one thought. So in the canto it is explained that souls can’t like move on to actual death death because the Wuthering Heights manor is built on a stream. This stream that’s the same thing that the original seed of light project utilised to make cognito and in lobotomy corporation it’s derivatives such as enkephalin and the light/ golden boughs.

And we learn in Lob corp that cognito is pulled up through a well, likely connected to another stream of sorts. (Or is it just the bucket/ Carmen’s nerve system?) (because if it’s just that everything else here’s just invalid lmao)

So like if every branch had a well, which they would because they will have the extraction team to get more abnormalities that means there was a ‘stream’ of sorts underneath every Lob corp branch.

That means in every facility there’s just ghosts haunting the place. Everywhere. And people who died in those places even after Lob corp fell, (Aya, Yuri, the bug veterans) is also just ghosts there now???

Imagine Yuri just dying in that branch and is greeted by the ghosts of all her former co-workers and they’re just like oh cool you managed to get out but why tf did you come back or something.

But this is more interesting for the main facility, the main branch because of Enoch/ Tiphereth B and the light that happened. So Carmen and Ayin got sucked up into the light right? So what about all the other dead souls unable to go on because of the stream? Did they get sucked into the light as well? So is there just a hive mind of people up there we don’t know about? Especially for Enoch since he was a pretty big player in the script and everything. (Here’s where I shall just ramble about the little boy because I quite like the little man) If he got swooped up into the light as well what would his interaction with Carmen be like. I would think he’d just forgive her because he knew what he was getting into. But what about Ayin? Would he understand that this was for a better purpose or be angry at what he made the others (especially Lisa/ Tipherepth A) go through? And additionally would he be angry at Lisa? I pose this question because he wanted to have a purpose, a bigger reason to be living and would he view her letting him be killed (again) as something sad because he could never experience the end of the script and the result of his work/ his ‘purpose’ that he lived to create. Or would it be a little more messed up where he finds his purpose in the light, helping distort people/ gain EGO. (Mostly gain EGO as the preferable outcome, Carmen in Leviathan says something to that extent where’s it’s better for people to ignore her and develop EGO) (I think, I haven’t really read it, just watched random analyses using Leviathan for evidence) And if all the dead people in the main facility is in the light imagine what the actual hell they could do. Like that’s so many people in there.

Also if they are all in the light Tiphereph reunion isn’t impossible, but unlikely since Tiph A has gone through her character develop already :T but I want to see that. How Tiph B feels about what Tiph A did both with pushing Carmen further down depression and her decision to put him down for the sake that he didn’t have to suffer. And just how Tiph A would react to seeing/ hearing him in the light which she probably won’t think it’s a good thing he’d getting caught up with Carmen again : P

Also could the records team have something to do with this fact as well? Like does this explain how the dead are able to come back other than the time thing?

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

🌿🌹 Garden Inspection 🌹🌿

i was deadheading my roses this morning and this happened. a small 1k drabble about married gallavich inspecting their plants after vacation and being cute. for the good vibes. [ now on archive of our own ]

The Chicago sun is shining nice and bright when Mickey steps down into their backyard, a pair of scissors in hand. 

It took them half a day since coming back home from California - Ian insisting they unpack and throw a load of laundry in during a jet lag nap - but they’ve finally made it to the much-anticipated event. 

Garden inspection.

And while Mickey is reasonably invested in all the rest of it - the veggies, the sunflowers, the strawberries that he’s pretty sure are gonna take over their yard, despite his husband’s further insistence - there’s one spot in particular that he’s keen on. The overseer.

“Alright you little fuckers, lets see the damage.”

Mickey plants his ass in the grass and pulls the small pot of miniature roses in front of himself, their blooms bouncing on healthy stalks. 

And before you go casting aspersions like some kind of freak, Mickey knows it’s a sight to see. He knows he’s not a rose guy. Or at least, he wasn’t. Until a few months ago, when he woke up one morning after an absolutely shit night and walked into them sitting on their kitchen table, a stickynote with Ian’s handwriting laying next to it.

I’m happy you ~rose~ to greet the day today Mick. ~Leaf~ your troubles behind and come have coffee with me in the back ♡

And when he had opened the cabinets to grab a mug from the cupboard? Another note.

~water~ you doing baby I already have a cup ready for you outside

And he did. The sappy fucker.

So yeah. Call him soft all you want, but Mickey is gonna keep these little assholes alive, even if it kills him. Which seems to be the first task on their agenda today, judging from one look at the handful of dying flowerheads before him.

“How’s she lookin’...?”

Mickey makes a little grumble of a noise, Ian’s shadow passing over him for a second as he joins him out back, on track to the veggies. He tugs at one of the wilting flowers. Dramatic bitch. “Couldn’t wait to cause a scene, huh?”

“Mm. Kinda like someone I know.”

Mickey chooses to ignore that sentiment. He was actually very well-behaved on this trip. No scenes. (Even though that toddler on the beach was asking for it.) “Gotta do damage control.”

Further out in the garden, Ian inspects the bed where the tomatoes are, seemingly unphased by this. “Two weeks is a long time, Mick. Even with Gloria.”

And that’s…true. He guesses he can’t expect everything to be the same as when they left, even with Ian enlisting their old-ass neighbor’s help to come water while they were away. (She was thrilled to do this, to be clear. Way too excited.)

But still. 

God damn.

Mickey grabs the scissors, starting in on the process of trimming all the dead, wilted stuff so the plant can use its energy on the stuff that’s still alive.

‘Deadhead’, apparently. Which he thinks is probably the most metal shit he’s ever heard, considering he’s got a face full of roses right now.

He carefully snags a crusty looking flower, its once soft red petals now dark purple and saggy. 

Snip!

Another one, very close to the first. Dried out completely and shedding like goddamn Beauty and the Beast as Mickey pinches it between his fingers and gets the scissors in close.

Snip!

“Looks good over here,” comes his husband’s voice, just as he moves on to the next. 

A small bud. Dead before it got to bloom.

There’s something poetic about that, ain’t there?

“Oh! We got a pepper!” 

Snip! 

Fuck, he got pricked.

“Mick, you hear me?” Ian’s turning his head toward him now, his voice clearer from where he’s sticking up out of the garden like one of the sunflowers, one eye squinted into the sun. “Pepper - jalapeño, I think.”

“Yeah that’s real great, man…” Stupid fucking thorns… “Toss it into some-a that guac you stole the recipe for.”

A beat. Probably rolling his eyes. “I didn’t steal it.”

“Damn near-”

“I asked her. Nicely-”

“Yeah, three fuckin’ times.” Mickey’s never seen his husband as unrelenting as his constant badgering of their server that second night. Using all his best manners. Buttering her up. “Good thing she was so sweet on your puppy dog ass.” Had her calling him mijo and shit.

“Hey, I got us free tequila shots, did I not?”

Mickey rolls his eyes, but can’t help the smirk that dances across his face at the memory. 

That was the start of one criminally sexy night, god damn…

Snip!

“Fuck…” 

Mickey’s smirk falls with the perfectly good rose that got caught in the way during his daydream, now landing in the palm of his hand. Damn it…

But just as quickly, his disappointment is washing away, Ian’s voice joining right in front of him.

“Can I help…?”

Mickey glances up at him. Eyes over the sunburn that’s left his cheeks and the tops of his shoulders nice and rosy.

“No,” he says. But when Ian squats to come eye-level with him, he goes with the flow, taking the perfect bloom and plopping it on top of his husband’s head.

“How do I look?”

Cute. “Gay.”

But it leaves his chest warm. His lungs light. Has his smile blooming when Ian says it, “Love you…” just as sweet. 

And it’s like Mickey didn’t just spend two uninterrupted weeks with him, falling for his goofy ass all over again and in every single way, “Love you too…” because the need to touch is insane.

And the feeling must be mutual, because Ian’s grinning slyly, the flower falling from his head as he sneakily pulls the rose pot out from between them and then closes in on his knees - presses a kiss to Mickey’s lips - keeps pressing, until Mickey’s back hits the grass and he’s made himself comfortable over him.

The rest of the trimming can wait. 

Time for a different kind of head.

[crystalsnow95z]

Edit: oh gosh I just realized my queue never posted on Namjoon's birthday!

A story made for Namjoon's birthday written at 3am in midst of me being stressed by my big move in five hours. It's a bit short and only includes Namjoon no other members. Might do a part 2 but don't have the time.

Tw: Vomit.

Namjoon plopped down onto the bed in his parents house, wanting to try to sleep off his headache before dinner with him. He still felt jet lagged from his trip to Japan for a photoshoot and thought maybe if he slept until dinner he'd feel better.

He only had a few days off and planned to spend it at home with his family, but he was too tired to even share a meal with them. "I'll just sleep until dinner.. we can catch up then.." He murmurs to himself, hugging one of the pillows to his chest. It only took a few minutes for the rapper to fall asleep, exhaustion hitting him hard.

"Jooni Mini.. it's almost time for dinner." His father gently knocks on the door, not wanting to wake him if he was still fast asleep, the door pushing open from not being properly latched.

Namjoon was curled up laying on top of the blankets instead of under them, face down on his pillow.

He didn't close the window.. I told him to close it when he got home.. it's getting colder..

Mr. Kim enters the room to close it, going to the closet to get an extra blanket to cover up his son, gently placing it over his body.

"Appa I-"

"Aiish! you scared me." He jumps at the sound of Namjoon's voice. "I thought you were asleep.."

"I was mostly asleep when you came in..Sorry I didn't mean to startle you.." Namjoon speaks softly, his nap doing nothing to ease his headache, and now his stomach felt like it was knotting up making him feel queasy.

"It's okay. I'm sorry I woke you up. I was coming up to say dinner is ready." Mr. Kim rubs Namjoon's shoulder. "Are you feeling okay?"

"I just got a headache. I'm okay.." Namjoon sits up, not wanting to worry him. I haven't eaten since Japan since I slept most of the flight. That's most likely why I feel nauseous..

"I'll get you some medicine. You should try to eat. You already slept through lunch." Mr. Kim leaves the room.

Namjoon stretches, his stomach complaining about how empty it was with a high-pitched gurgle. He slowly rises to his feet, going to the kitchen where he mother is setting the dinner table. "Let me help."

"I got it baby, just take a seat. I'm almost done." She gestures to a chair, going back to getting chop sticks from the drawer.

"Here Joon." Mr. Kim returns with two small pills, placing them in Namjoon's palm.

"Thanks, Appa.." He bows, getting himself a bottle of water and washing the medicine down with one gulp.

"Are you not feeling well, Namjoon-ah?" His mother places the chop sticks down to rush over to Namjoon, placing a hand on his cheek. "You do look a little pale."

"I'm fine, Omma. It's just a headache and the time difference messing up my body.. I'll be fine by morning."

"Alright honey, but if you get worse, tell me, okay? I'll take you to the doctor." She places a kiss on Namjoon’s forehead.

The three sit down for their meal, Namjoon feeling a bit better after a few bites of kalguksu. "Thanks mom. It's delicious." He smiles, taking a piece of pork belly.

"I'm glad eating perked you up. Do you want some tea?"

"No, I got water. Thanks, though." Namjoon jumps when he feels his phone vibrate, not realizing he fell asleep with it in his pocket. He checks it quickly.

Did you make it home safely? You looked exhausted when you landed.

"Aaish.. sorry. It's Hoba. I forgot to text him I got here safely."

"You can answer him." Mr. Kim tells him, aware of how worried the members get over one another. "Be sure to tell the others too."

"I will.."

Namjoon texts the group chat.

I made it to my parent's house. I fell asleep right after all these flights lately are killing me. Eating dinner now.

He puts his phone back into his pocket after putting it on silent.

"So how was your trip to Japan?" Mr. Kim asks.

"It was great. I went to a museum after the photoshoot but I didn't get to stay very long because it was close to closing. A met a fan while I was there.. she reminded me how bad my Japanese is. I really need to practice more, she had to really simplify the way she spoke for me to understand her." Namjoon continues to tell his parents about his trip, smiling fondly at the memory.

He thought everything was fine until he stood up to put his plate away in the sink, his stomach churning. He drops the plate when he wrapped his hand around his aching middle, the other quickly covering his mouth as a wet burp escapes.

"Namjoon-ah are you okay?" His mother rushes over to him, gently pulling him back away from the broken glass.

"I..I don't feel well all the sudden.." Namjoon pulls away from her, running to the bathroom and dropping to his knees in front of the porcelain bowl.

Namjoon hardly gets the lid up before his dinner rises into his throat,hitting the back of the bowl. "I'm sorry.." he apologized when he heard footsteps approaching.

His father enters the bathroom, gently rubbing his back and Namjoon starts gagging, another spray of sick pushing its way up. "You don't have to be sorry if you aren't feeling well Jooni-Minie. It's okay.."

Namjoon felt guilt tightening his already ailing stomach. It's been several months since he had the time to visit home. This wasn't what he had in mind as a bonding experience.

Despite his wish to have a nice evening with his family, more sick came up, splashing into the bowl. "Omma..." He whines his stomach lurches, another mouthful coming up gripping the side of the toliet tightly as a wave of dizziness washes over him.

"I'm here baby.." Mrs. Kim enters the bathroom sitting next to Namjoon heart aching to see him in such a vulnerable state. His body was glistening with sweat, tears streaking his cheeks as more sick pours from his mouth and nose. "It's okay, it's okay.." she gently rubs his shoulders, feeling them tensing up, rising underneath her palm.

Namjoon goes to speak, but a burp of sick comes out instead, resting his head on the lid as the last bit of energy he had ebbs away. Despite being exhausted his body doesn't relent, pushing up more sick.

I wish I didn't eat so much..

Namjoon whimpers as another heave comes, less and less coming up each time until he's left only dry heaving. His body trembled with effort as he tried to keep himself upright, not wanting to risk anything actually coming up and causing a mess on his parents floor.

"You're finished Joonie, take deep breaths baby.." Mrs. Kim gently pulls him to her chest when she hears nothing coming up, pulling soms toliet paper from the roll to wipe up Namjoon’s face. "Relax.. it's okay.. deep breaths.."

Namjoon wraps around her waist, obeying his mother's instructions despite the burning pain in his sides with every deep breath, letting his breath go ragged again when his body finally accepts that he had nothing left.

"That's it.. you're okay.. I got you.." Mrs. Kim smooths down Namjoon's hair, gently scratching his scalp. "Can you blow your nose for me honey?"

Namjoon nods, reaching for some toliet paper. "I'm so gross right now.." he coughs before clearing his nose, putting the soiled tissue into the toliet. "I'm sorry.."

"Stop apologizing. You have nothing to be sorry for. Here, wash out your mouth Namjoon-ah.." Mr. Kim holds out a small cup.

Namjoon takes the cup in both hands, not trusting himself not to spill. "Thanks.." he rinses out his mouth, trying to rid himself of the acidic tang, spitting it into the toliet and flushing it down. "This isn't what I had in mind.."

"It's okay. I'm still happy to have you home. You're my son. No matter what I'll be here for you. Let's get you to bed baby. Do you think you can stand?" Mrs. Kim asks, rising to her feet, offering her hand to Namjoon.

"Yes, I think so.." Namjoon's voice comes out hoarsely as he got to his feet, stumbling into his father. "My knees are just a bit weak.."

"You poor thing.."Mr. Kim puts an arm around him to support him. "You're smaller than last time you visited.. are you eating enough?"

"Last time I visited, it was in the middle of winter." Namjoon didn't want to explain he was eating less because of his ambassador work. He wanted to lose weight, so he changed his diet, only eating once a day for the past month."I'm fine, appa. It's normal."

"I'll get you some tea to soothe your throat. Honey take him to bed." Mrs. Kim leaves to the kitchen, letting the boys go to the room.

"I'll find you something lighter to wear. Lay down for now Joon." Mr. Kim gently helps Namjoon to the bed.

"I don't want to change, I want to sleep.." Namjoon whines softly curling up underneath the blanket.

"You should at least change your shirt." Mr. Kim insisted, knowing his shirt was damp with sweat. "Come on, it'll just take a minute." He goes to his son's suitcase pulling out a plain white tee.

"Alright.." Namjoon sits up, gently pulling off the sweater he wore on the plane, letting his father help him into the T-shirt.

"There, all done."

Namjoon curls up on the bed again with a yawn, his father covering him up with the blanket.

"Do you want me to leave so you can sleep?" Mr. Kim asks softly, noticing Namjoons eyes were already closed.

"Could you..stay until I fall asleep?" Namjoon asks softly.

"Of course." Mr. Kim smiles as he gently rubs the tension out of Namjoon's shoulders. "I'm surprised you aren't asking for your mother to sit with you."

When Namjoon goes to reply a white dog pushes the door open, jumping onto the bed, laying against his sour stomach. He opens his eyes in surprise when he sees the canine. "Rapmonnie..?"

"It looks like he wants to comfort you." Mr. Kim smiles fondly when Namjoon reaches to pet his furry companion.

"I thought you didn't like me anymore.." Namjoon smiles brightly when Rapmon didn't move away from his touch. It was the first time in years he approached him without Namjoon needing to bribe him with treats.

"I got you some tea Joon-ah." Mrs. Kim enters the room with a cup. "Oh? Rapmon came to make you feel better. How sweet." She takes out her phone to take a photo of her three boys.

"I'll drink it later.. I don't want to move right now.." Namjoon says softly, falling asleep from the combination of the warmth of Rapmon against his abdomen and the massage from his father easing the pain.

"Alright baby. Rest well..I love you." She smiles, relieved to see him looking so peaceful after his awful bathroom icident. She motions for her husband to follow her out of the room when she heard Namjoon's breathing slow.

"Love you joon." Mr. Kim places a soft kiss on Namjoon’s head before leaving the room. "Get well soon."

[ladylooch]

How was the first time of T and Em after part 4 of “Loving & Leaving”? Where does she finally externalize that she loves him?

Irrevocably with Timo Meier

A/N: ooo baby we gonna go soft for Sunday.

Word Count: 1.5k

I stare up at the ceiling of the bathroom, trying to judge if I am actually done puking or not. Pregnancy has been a ride. Jet lag is also killing me so I’m so tired I probably couldn’t spell my name correctly.

It takes another twenty minutes before I can get into a sitting position without having to death grip the toilet in preparation. I brush my teeth carefully to not hit my tongue or large gag reflex. I set my electric toothbrush back in it’s holder, smiling at Timo’s next to it. This is so couple coded. Matching toothbrushes on the bathroom counter next to the room we share now. I didn’t realize how much this would mean to me until I had a little separation when I went home to pack my stuff to return. I clung to him when he hugged me at baggage claim. I couldn’t let go, not for several minutes. 

“Mmm, she finally missed me.” Timo had murmured into my hair with his arms tight around my body.

Despite my sickness, a lazy smile greets my expression in the mirror. I open the bathroom door after turning the light off. I step into the bedroom and practically jump out of my skin at the sight of Timo sitting by the door, on the floor.

“Oh my god.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, reaching for my closest leg to him. 

“What are you doing? Why are you up?”

“I uh…” He looks away, licking at his top teeth so his upper lip juts out, then back to me. “I wanted to stay up with you while you were sick. So you wouldn’t be alone.” He is sheepish with his answer. A little unsure at admitting that to me when he knows I don’t want his company in the bathroom. 

I pout, mouth opening in slight awe at him. My heart squeezes in my chest at the sweetness of him. I lean down, kissing his lips in earnest as his hand crawls up the back of my thigh. I’ve been back in America for a week and any sort of hope at sex has been taken off the table by my sleepiness and sickness. But his hand on me right now, and the sweetness of his support outside of the door, it does something to me. Timo feels it in my kiss as we deepen it together. He pulls me down to him until I straddle his lap where he is hard against my inner thigh. 

“That feels good.” I sigh to him, rutting my folds along him. His hands go to my hips, guiding them to press harder against him. The friction feels so good. Wetness slickness my panties as my nipples harden against my shirt.

“Make love to me.” I whisper into his mouth. My lips nibble his with each word. Timo’s head falls back to the wall to take me in. His blue eyes are wondrous as they travel over my features in the inky room. His hand comes up, brushing my hair back from my face.

“Are you up for that?”

“Yes. Please.” He pauses, eyes trailing all along my face before descending to my stomach. “The baby will be fine.” Timo looks into my eyes then slowly brings my face down to his. This kiss is different. It’s almost torturous, stuffed by so many things he wants to say but things he can only show. 

His large palms come to my thighs, lifting us up to a standing position. His steps to the bed are slow, calculated, hands gripping my butt and spreading my cheeks wider as his erection rubs against my heat. He is tender with his movements when he lays me down. Goosebumps protrude all over my skin at the way he touches me. So different, so sensual, so intoxicating still. 

Our breathing is heavy, mouthes closed though, as we help each other discard our pajamas. When he strokes his plumped head through my slit, I arch in desperation. A feminine grunt falls from my mouth, teeth pinching my bottom lip. Timo moves over me as he settles himself against my entrance. 

“Look at me.” He whispers, building the intimacy as we both focus on each other. He pushes in, watching my lips part as my body swallows his shaft. We both sigh to each other when he is all the way in. He moves out again, leaning down to kiss me when he enters again. It feel so good- sensual and passionate as he begins slow little pumps to encourage my body awake. Timo keeps our faces together, both of us reveling in the way our lips can barely stay together with the noises we’re making. The way his breath dances over my face with each moan has me tugging him deeper.

“I never get over how good this feels with you, T. Only you can love me like this.” He smiles, kissing along my jaw to the shell of my ear. He mouths at my ear lobe, then moans into my ear. 

“Baby, you feel so good this morning.” His thrusts begin to increase, but our bodies stay pressed together, front to front, only his hips rocking in and out. “You okay?” He wonders, pulling back to see my face.

“Amazing.” I breathe back, finishing with a moan. He moves towards my chest, kissing along my breasts. He strokes his tongue along my right nipple, encouraging it to harden. The sensation is so much more intense than before and I shamelessly beg him to keep going.

“Don’t stop. So… good… uh.”

Timo takes his time exploring my breasts, kissing, teething and slurping my nipples while steadily pounding into me. I watch him with every movement, appreciating the way he caresses my body. When I get close, he holds himself up with his strong arms, so he can watch my face. He is drunk on love, eyes lowered, biting his bottom lip until he can’t hold back from kissing me again. His tongue steals my final moans before he lets himself go inside of me. He pumps through his orgasm, in smooth, steady strokes as I squeeze his butt. When he has released completely, he breathes out a satisfied sigh.

My body tingles in a new way. I’ve never felt my after glow this intensely before. It might be the pregnancy or it could be the first time making love. What we did on Halloween was nothing as passionate as this. God, I want to go again. 

“I love you.” He murmurs to me. I pause, eyes wide at how easily he says it. Like it’s a constant thought running through his mind throughout each day. “Don’t say it back until you’re ready. I know a lot has been happening, but I want you to know. I meant it in July and I mean it even more now. I love you.” He kisses down my body, going directly to the area below by belly button to smooch our growing child. “And I love you too.” Then he gets up to grab me a glass of water I never asked for, but he knows I need.

I don’t tell him until we are sitting at breakfast hours later, after we fell back asleep in a mess of naked limbs and sticky skin.

Timo is reading through emails with a cup of espresso. I’m sitting next to him, reading my book, while munching on dry Honeycombs. My eyes keep moving away from the pages in front of me to look at him. He is consumed by whatever is on his computer screen. He rubs at his lip absentmindedly with his thumb, then licks across the skin, shaking his head. The corners of my mouth curl up at him, chewing gently on another bite.  My fingers let the pages of my book close. I move them to his thigh, then up to his forearm to grip his wrist.

“I love you.” I say when his eyes meet mine. He closes them in response, smiling while shutting his laptop. “I, Emma Hischier, love you, Timo Meier.” I say, chuckling at the way he sighs happily. 

“Come here.” I stand and he moves me to straddle his lap, pressing our lips together. We kiss lazily, tongues dancing together to stroke another fire deep inside.

“Aren’t you going to say it back?” I wonder, running my hands through the sides of his hair then lacing them together behind his head.

“I said it to you this morning.”

“I know, but I wanna hear it from you again. Like the way it sounds from these lips.” I peck his lips with mine.

“Em, of course, I love you. Irrevocably.” I lean forward, trailing my nose along the edge of his, then tilting my head to kiss him again. It’s a mess of teeth and swollen skin while Timo’s thumbs press gentle strokes into our baby between us.

[anothersadsimp]

Robe

Dieter Bravo x GN! Reader

Words: 900

Summary: You sleep in Dieters robe while he's away. That's it.

Warnings: 18+, TW DRUGS, minor spiciness, OOC Dieter? IDk its been a min but I had this idea for a while.

Dieter arrives back at his luxurious condo finally happy to be home after being away longer than he would’ve liked. Filming this last project was a hassle, working with people he never wanted to work with again. The whole time he was just thinking about getting back home, with his favorite whiskey always on stock. He sees his favorite bong sitting on the counter with a half a bowl ready to be smoked. He smiles knowing you are probably curled up somewhere with all the lights in the place off. He takes a small hit wanting to relax after the chaos of traveling. He lets out the smoke with a hefty breath before setting on finding you.

He slowly wanders to his room, opening the door as quietly as he can before closing it again. When he turns around he can see a lump under the sheets, your head barely poking out from the blankets and pillows. You start stirring awake reluctantly, Dieter watches you move under the sheets. Your eyes slowly open before drooping back closed a couple of times. 

“How’s my sleeping beauty?” He asks with a smile, both humor and adoration coating his words. 

Your head perks up at his voice, but you don’t dare move from the warmth of the covers. They fall slightly at the movement, where familiar green velvety fabric peeks out. He realizes it's his robe, his favorite one in fact. Pride and adoration for you rises in his chest, along with a small wave of arousal. He smirks looking straight at you, almost as if he can see right through you. It sends a small shiver through you despite the heat trapped under the covers. 

“Whatcha wearing under there babe?” He teases.

You know he knows exactly what adorns your body even if just slivers of his robe show over the covers. A wave of embarrassment washes over you, your body heating up a little more.

“I might’ve slept with your robe while you were gone.” You say quietly looking away from him.

Dieter chuckled as he dropped his bag to the ground near the bedroom door. He couldn’t help but gravitate towards the bed where you're curled up in his fluffy robe, hugging his pillow tight to your chest. 

He plops down on the bed leaning over towards you reaching for the pillow you’re clutching tightly to your chest. You pout as he pulls the pillow out of your grip, tossing it back to his side of the bed. He then removes his jeans and lays down beside you replacing the pillow with himself, his arms pulling you closer as he nuzzles your chest. Your arms encircle his head pulling him as close as possible, hand tangling in his messy hair. His arms clutch your waist tight as if you would disappear from his grasp. You both close your eyes and sigh at the feeling of being in each other’s arms again. 

As he sighs he finally realizes his breath hits bare skin. When he opens his eyes he pulls his head back a little bit to see the robe must’ve opened in your sleep a bit. Your chest is barely covered, your skin teasingly on show. 

“Are you wearing anything under this?” He asks, not expecting such a treat to come home to.

You shy away a little bit digging your head into your own pillow, “It got too warm.” you mumble. 

“God, you’re killing me.” He groans before slipping his hand under the cheek pressed against the pillow bringing you into a searing kiss. 

You make a small noise of surprise before relaxing into him. You move a hand down to his waist pulling him close and grabbing his shirt tightly as if he’d disappear. His other hand moves down to grab your thigh bringing it over his hip, slotting his leg in between yours. The kiss begins to soften and slow, his hand that was on your thigh rubbing your back now. 

He pulls away, and presses your foreheads together, not ready to be further than where he is now. 

“If I wasn’t so jet lagged, you wouldn’t be able to walk right for a week.” He grumbles

You laugh, louder than expected considering you had just woken up. Dieter can't help some small giggles escaping himself. You pull back to look down at him, his hair is disheveled now by your hands. He already seems more relaxed than when he first walked in. 

“Well you’d have to wait anyways. You did interrupt my nap.” You tease.

“My apologies, your highness.” He smiles, bowing his head slightly.

“You need rest anyways.” You sigh, the sleepiness still evident. 

Your arm around his waist comes up to wrap around his neck, your hand sliding into his curls massaging his scalp. Dieter sighs at your touch and decides to take another glance at you before he drifts off. 

His chest swells seeing your eyes closed, a small smile playing on your lips. He feels your breathing slow, body completely relaxed and tangled against him. His eyes close once more, he takes a deep breath helping his body melt against you further. 

It doesn't take long for your warmth to lull him to sleep. Your noses are nuzzled against each other, breathing each other in. Both of you safe and warm in the comfort of your home, your bed, and each other.

[kennedysimpson]

"I am exhausted. Don't get me wrong, I love New York Fashion Week and Paris Fashion Week, but Jesus this jet lag is killing me right now." @rededgerpstarterblog

[deludedfantasy]

Trimax Volume 14 Ch 1-5

I briefly pop in from my vacation to bring you some thoughts on volume 14 because apparently nothing can stop the Trigun brainrot. Parts of this were written while incredibly jet lagged or on a train, so hopefully this makes sense.

Ch 1

Awww, sometimes Vash is a little too honest. And he forgets that he doesn’t look as old as he is. Also, what a throwback: full blond Vash with his original coat. The nostalgia is hitting hard.

The contradictions of Vash’s life and philosophy are spelled out so succinctly. He picked up a weapon of violence in the name of peace and he’s lived by that complicated word for so many years. And he did what it took to keep his own word. He covered himself in scars for it, doing things no rational person would do all in order to avoid harm.

The repetition of “That is how I lived my life” paired against the training montage and Vash shooting the coin case is so evocative. As is the past tense. He’s officially throwing that aside and making a choice. A choice to kill.

You know what I noticed? We haven’t seen Vash’s eyes once this chapter in the present, just the reflection of his glasses. He’s made his choice but he’s hiding behind a facade because the choice is killing him on the inside.

Vash is no longer playing Legato’s game but by destroying the coin case, he’s also given Legato a lot of power over him. I wonder if that was also on purpose?

Also, why is Legato suddenly saying he held Vash under control for 8 months? It definitely said 7 earlier in the manga.

Oh my god??? Vash slipped out of Legato’s control!!!! Truly, he’s so powerful when he’s not stuck in a hole for months on end. Also, spending that much time under Legato’s control let him learn it intimately and probably let him discover the weak spots so he could slip out of it he needed to later.

So Legato sees it too. That Vash has decided to set aside his ideals. And of course, Legato still wins because that’s what he wanted—to break Vash if he couldn’t kill him.

VASH WHAT THE HELL.

He’s destroying his left arm to get closer to Legato???? That is…at once a very Vash thing to do and not.

Knives’s approving smile from Legato’s memories is everything he wanted and it’s what Legato sees at the moment of his death. But part of me wonders how much of this is memory and how much is wishful thinking, Legato projecting his own wants and desires onto this memory.

I’m also obsessed with the brief glance we get of a child Elendira. Who is she? Where did Knives find her? Why did she follow him and why did he let her? She’s the only GHG we don’t get ANY backstory on. Not even a snippet. NIGHTOW I WANNA KNOW.

Argh!!! Vash gets so close but he hesitates! A hundred and fifty years of conditioning stay his hand at the last second. Even though he’s said he’s made his choice. But he was hiding from it too. His glasses have closed him off. He hasn’t faced the choice.

Well, he’s pissed Legato off and now he’s going to make him face it.

This is an eerie mirror of the “shoot” scene with Wolfwood. The way Legato holds the gun to his forehead, telling Vash to shoot. That scene almost works like foreshadowing. Wolfwood even said that his death would make it worthwhile if he knew Vash could make a decision like that. And well…the need for that has come to fruition.

I hate to say it, but Legato is right. Holding the gun to his head and not shooting is kinda cruel. That’s just letting someone feel all the fear, let it ramp up, instead of finishing it quickly.

And in the end, all Vash accomplished by hesitating is putting someone else’s life in danger.

With Livio’s life on the line, suddenly we see Vash’s eyes again. They’re a little wild and on edge. He can’t let his new friend die, the person Wolfwood sacrificed himself to save.

Legato knows exactly what he’s doing to torment Vash. He knows all of Vash’s weak points and he’s not afraid to use them.

I hate giving Legato any credit whatsoever but…he’s kinda right again. Look, Vash’s ideals are wonderful. He seeks to make the world a better place by not killing people. But the root of those ideals comes from something so twisted and idealized, it’s done nothing but cause him and the people around him harm and strife. His scars, his inability to connect with humanity despite his mission to protect them, it comes down to his downright saintly principles which force him to live a life that is removed from reality.

Sometimes, you have to make a choice, to kill, to do the hard thing. Because standing down isn’t an option. Standing down is the worse result. Vash’s ideals are beautiful but in the end, by keeping them, he is a dreaming saint. And saints don’t get to live. Saints are saints because they are martyred and completely inhuman. And does he really want to be inhuman?

BUT THEN. Who does Vash think of before he shoots, before he makes his final decision? Wolfwood! Perhaps the most human man of all. He certainly wasn’t a saint, but he wasn’t a sinner either, and he came to mean so much to Vash. His death hurt so much Vash couldn’t speak his name or think of his face. But now, for the first time in four volumes, we see him fully. Wolfwood, who killed to protect and died in order to save someone he loved, who also in the end, finally got to make his choice.

And now, so does Vash. And he does it for Wolfwood.

Ch 2

Does Livio even understand what’s happening? Because Elendira suddenly rose from the dead and went for his throat, and then she collapsed just as quickly. Does he know that it’s Legato? Does Livio know Vash killed Legato for him? This question haunts me daily.

You know what else haunts me? Vash’s face right afterwards. It’s so difficult to look at. For the first time in almost 2 chapters, we see his eyes and they are big and glassy. He has this terrible pained…smile, grimace? I’m not sure how to describe it.

Nor will it ever stop haunting me that Vash didn’t kill to protect himself or to get closer to Knives. He did it for Wolfwood, to honor his sacrifice, to save Livio. He took on Wolfwood’s ideals just like Wolfwood took on his. They changed each other…

I’m experiencing so many emotions, I don’t even know what to say. Vash is realizing how difficult killing really is and he wonders if it hurt Wolfwood this much too. Is he regretting calling him a coward? Vash didn’t understand Wolfwood or his motivations back then, but now he does, and he realizes what he said was so wrong. And knowing Vash, he probably wonders if calling him a hopeless coward was what set Wolfwood down the path to his death.

Also, did Livio find Vash somehow? I didn’t think they were close together at all.

I like that nothing is simple in Trigun. Technically, the Earth Fleet came to help, but they’re willing to do anything to stop Knives, including bombing and irradiating the planet and killing thousands of people in the process.

So Livio does know what Vash did for him? That’s gonna give him a lot of feelings and complexes to work through later…

The juxtaposition in this story always gets me. As Vash struggles with killing one person, the Earth Fleet easily decides to sacrifice millions in the name of peace. How can they, who are not part of this world, understand anything about it? How can they make that kind of decision not knowing anything about the people struggling and living on the planet’s surface? Killing is not the easy way out and it never was, as Vash has just intimately discovered.

Continuation of everyone telling Vash to stop carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders and actually ask for help! Will he do it? No, but saying it to his face is a good first step in getting him to understand.

Ch 3

Oh, this is one of my favorite parts of the manga. I remember this vividly from my first read. The first time the dependent Plants truly communicate with humanity.

The moment with the little girl just…oh my heart. For a moment, she saw the Plant’s memories but she also projected her own feelings. And that could have gone a lot of ways. People could’ve gotten scared or violent or taken advantage of a scared kid, but everyone’s immediate reaction is kindness. They help her find her mother. It just proves that humanity has a great capacity for goodness, especially when they can understand each other. Because every one of those adults has been a scared kid before and feeling those feelings again reminded them of that.

What they show is the history of humanity and Plants on No Man’s Land, the highs and lows, the good and the bad. The gratefulness of those first desperate people when they managed to get water from a Plant and the chaos and desperation that followed. How slowly towns and cities grew up around Plants.

Knives is experiencing all these memories in full. He might have to contend with the fact that the relationship between Plants and humanity isn’t so black and white. There is hurt and abuse for sure, but there is always kindness and gratefulness. One doesn’t negate the other, but it turns his strict worldview on its head. It should anyway.

People have warred and killed over Plants, but they’ve also venerated them, and taken care of them. They fixed them and cleaned their bulbs, had meaningful meetings there. And the Plants were always watching, remembering all their faces, and interestingly, there’s no malice or hatred for humanity in these memories. Despite how they sometimes waste the Plants’ gifts and abuse them, the Plants seem to care about humans in their own way.

Ch 4

It’s terrible that the Earth Fleet cares more about stopping Knives than saving the people of the planet. They’re really scared of Independents, and sure, Knives is more powerful than they’ve ever seen, but they took the nuclear option very quickly. It makes you question what Earth’s relationship with Independents is really like.

Vash’s hair it completely black now. He’s used up most of his power. He’s done and at his lowest point here. And now he’s haunted by everyone he’s lost, everyone he couldn’t save, whether they were friends or enemies.

It says something that he’s faced first with Legato, his first kill, but right behind him it’s Wolfwood, and he’s smiling. I can’t figure out what it means, but there’s something to it, like Wolfwood is the one who makes what he did okay.

But still, he feels like he’s alone with all of this, that this is his endless burden. And makes me so sad because he’s not! He’s been told that over and over, but it’s like he’s not hearing it.

What kind of victory is it to destroy an entire planet to defeat Knives? It’s certainly a sin like the Fleet commander says. Asking God for His blessing is certainly a decision in this case, one almost bordering on blasphemy, asking God for His blessing to commit a sin.

Of course, Knives is so powerful he keeps that from happening. But he’s become so inhuman to get that powerful. It’s been happening for ages, but I feel like he’s reached his peak now. Just look at him.

Vance loses hope when he sees the Fleet go down, but when Meryl and Milly see they’re still alive, they get right back to work. I love them so much. Life on No Man’s Land is hard but it’s also what makes them so resilient. They make their own hope and they’re used to working for the hard times. As long as they’re still alive, they’re not done.

Say it, Meryl! Despite Vash’s efforts, he can’t do it alone. The only way to succeed is by working together. Not just humans working together, but humans and Plants together as well.

Whoa, what did Vash do? Also where is he? Meryl and Milly found him but where did they put him? Did they just dump him somewhere while they kept working on making contact with the dependent Plants?

Ch 5

“What’s there left to see?” → Coming from Vash, that thought is so hopeless. It means he’s given up on Rem’s promise of a blank ticket, the very core of his ideals. It’s fitting then, that this chapter is called, Ticket to the Future.

Ok, I see, they put him on the floor in the room they’re working in. I’m happy he at least heard Meryl’s conviction to stand with him even if he probably doesn’t believe it wholeheartedly.

He wants to keep going even though he feels like he can’t. Some small part of him doesn’t want to die.

Vash hears the Plants! That’s why he shoots up like that. And they can hear him too.

I wonder what Knives plan is for after he’s done destroying humanity. Is it to find another planet for Plants to live on their own, away from the influence of humanity?

That’s an insane plan, but that’s Vash for you. His face in this section makes me think he isn’t planning on surviving this either. He’s broken his ideals, he’s lost the future he saw for a moment, he doesn’t think there’s anything left for him to see. But to his dying breath, he’ll fight to make sure humanity at least has a future.

Something about the way Knives screams, “Don’t touch me!” really gets to me. Vash is connecting to the dependent Plants, not him, but since Knives is fused with them, he thinks of them as himself. The thing is…I still don’t think they’re him. He’s taken away their autonomy and made them himself, but they are their own separate beings and in the pursuit of his mission, he’s forgotten that.

Oh, wait, Knives is actually trying to do that now to keep Vash from winning. He’s planning on fully incorporating the Dependents so they have no will of their own at all anymore. Which goes counter to his whole point of giving Plants freedom but when has Knives been anything but the world’s biggest hypocrite in the name of assuaging his own fears?

Vash’s beliefs have kept him going for 150 years. It’s what kept him alive and allowed him to do good. It’s sad that he never lived his life truly for himself, but there’s also something beautiful in him believing so strongly in the Plants and their own will, their power to make their own decision, whatever it might be. It’s a stark contrast to Knives, who isn’t even pretending to give them any choice anymore.

In their own way, Vash and Knives are trying to be saviors and saints. Vash for humanity and Plants and Knives just for Plants. While I think Vash goes about it in such a way that hurts him more than helps him, you can’t say that his efforts have been for nothing, that he hasn’t accomplished any good. He’s definitely saved people and Plants, unlike Knives who claims to do those things, but is really fulfilling his own selfish goals and acting out of fear rather than benevolence or actual belief.

But suddenly, somewhere, Vash has found some hope again. He wants to take that blank ticket for himself. He wants to make a better future and see what that world looks like. The only thing is I can’t figure out what caused this change of heart after he’s spent nearly four volumes now being passively suicidal. My best guess is that connecting with the Plants like that gave him some perspective and reminded him of everything he’d dedicated his life to, everything he’d been fighting for.

[rustycopper4use]

It’s Always Been You pt12

(Kyoya x Male Reader)

Chapter twelve 

-Honey’s three bitter days!-

  A crash echos throughout the club, the worst days are upon them.

  “Now you’ve done it!” Tamaki gasped at the scene, Usa-chan drenched in tea.

  “It done alright.” Kaoru looks upon it.

  “But it wasn’t our fault.”

 “What! You idiots, you’re the ones who bumped into it, right?”

  “Only because Haruhi was running away.”

 The twins pulled Haruhi into a suffocating embrace.

  “We were trying to catch her cause we wanted to have some fun and dress her up in cosplay.”

  “So what?! We cosplay all the time!” Tamaki rebuttals.

 “We weren’t going with the usual host club costumes!” The twins gave a devilish smile.

  “We want to see Haruhi in a bunny cosplay, disguised as a girl.”

 “Disguised as a girl..?” Tamaki muttered.

  “You’d like to see it to, wouldn’t you?” The twins grinned

 Tamaki turns red.

“I definitely want to see that…” Tamaki freezes and began harshly yanking at his hair.

  “What am i thinking, there’s no time for stuff like that right now!” Tamaki points to the twins.

  “I know what you’re up to! You’re trying to distract me from the mess you made! Get away from Haruhi! You punks!”

 “No way~” the twins taunt pulling Haruhi impossibly closer.

  “Let me go!” Haruhi whined trying to pull away.

  “I know you’re-“

 “Excuse me, we don’t have any guests at the moment, so I don’t mind if you make a racket, but please be careful. 

 You don’t want to wake up honey-senpai.” Kyoya interrupted, still tapping away at his computer.

 “He’s a third year and he still takes afternoon naps?” Haruhi looked towards a peaceful Honey sleeping on the couch.

  “Without naps I would’ve ended up killing Tamaki, years ago.” 

 Y/n defended.

  “Why am I always the victim!” Tamaki whispered yell.

 “Because it’s you.” He shrugged. “That doesn’t make any sens-!”

 “Well we’re going to have to tell him about the bunny at some point. Let’s just wake him up and apologize.” Haruhi began walking towards Honey.

 Tamaki and the twins hurridly hid behind one of the couches.

  “No wait! Don’t get any closer to Honey-senpai!” Tamaki whispered.

  “Come back! It’s safer this way!” 

 Haruhi retreats and hides with the three.

  “What’re you talking about?”

 “Honey-senpai wakes up in a very bad mood after napping.”

 “Now this may be a rumour, but the Haninozuka family once visited a U.S. military base to give combat training. Supposedly, Honey-senpai slept through most of it because of his jet lag.”

  “Then a soldier came in and carelessly tried to wake him up. Since he had been sleeping for so long…”

  “On that day, he wiped out two entire platoons of soldiers, and not just any soldiers, green berets!”

  “And I’ve heard we’ve had diplomatic issues with American ever since that day!”

 The twins shivered.

  “How terrifying!”

 “And we’ve got a bigger problem. Usa-chan was handmade for Honey-senpai by his deceased grandmother. 

 You’ve seen how he carries it around, that little bunny is his most prized possession! 

 Imagine how he’s gonna react when he wakes and sees that his precious Usa-chan is ruined!”

 “He’s gonna do to us what his did to those green berets!” The three screams.

  “You’re exaggerating. It’s impossible for that story to be true. I mean, c’mon.” Haruhi deadpanned.

 “It is! And there’s other evidence that Honey-senpai has an evil side to him. Listen this, his blood type is AB, how do you like that?” 

  “Yeah so what?”

 “He’s saying he is the blood type as Kyoya.” Y/n lazily points to Kyoya.

 This got to Haruhi as she began freaking out along with the trio.

 “What’s the matter you guys have a problem with my blood type?” Kyoya counties tapping away on his laptop.

 Honey rolls over in his sleep with a sigh.

 “This is bad! We have to do something quick before he wakes up. Hikaru, Kaoru!” Tamaki snaps his fingers.

  “Sir!” The twins whispered with a salute.

 “Why is everything life or death with this club.” Y/n lays his head on the table. Glancing at Kyoya.

  “I mean can’t they just, y’know wash it.” 

  “They’re worried he might find out, and what he’ll do.”

  “Yes I know but it’s not like they teared him apart.” Y/n exhaled, watching the group go down in flames.

  The twins latched onto Y/n holding a pink bunny costume.

  “No.” He muttered.

 “Cmon~ Haruhi won’t do it! You’re our only hope.” 

  “I didn’t ruin Usa-chan, don’t drag me into this.” 

  “Please.” The twins plea.

 “No.”

Honey abruptly wakes up. A cold shiver ran through the room. 

 “He’s awake! We’ll have to use a substitute, we’ve got no choice!” Tamaki quickly places down a brown teddy bear.

 Honey rubbed his eyes, and looks to see the teddy, a deafening silence falls upon everyone. 

The twins nervously await in anticipation.

 Honey grabs the bear, and slams in to the ground.

 “Not my teddy bear!” Tamaki cried.

  “He’s gonna come after us next!” 

 Honey slowly walks towards the table Usa-chan resided. And saw the state of him.

  “He just spotted the bunny!” 

 He looks up to the host club with a stone cold glare.

  “Who’s responsible for this. Who got Usa-chan dirty?” 

 “Want some?” Y/n hands over a container of popcorn to kyoya.

  “Where did you even get that?”

 “Answer the question do you want any.”

  Kyoya reached in to grab some.

 “Some please help us! Mori-senpai please protect us!”

 “He wanted tea. So Usa-chan decided to have a drink.” Mori calmly explained.

  “I see! So that’s why his face is dirty, isn’t it! Do you think he wants some cake too?” Honey now sunshine and giggles, holds up Usa-chan

 Not long club hours finally start and guests start piling in.

  And like second nature Y/n and Kyoya are off watching the rest of the club. However something is different this time.

 Haruhi was bringing a tray of tea to Honey’s table.

  “Uh honey-senpai, you can’t keep eating nothing but sweets all of the time. Y’know you’re gonna end up getting a cavity.” She placed down the tray.

  “Oh don’t worry about it, I always brush my teeth!” Honey takes a bite and freezes.

 “Honey-senpai… is… it…?” Haruhi worriedly looks to Honey.

  “Nah it’s nothing.. don’t worry about it..” honey holds his cheek.

 The twins hold Honey down on his chair.

  “Just let me take a look in your mouth!” Haruhi struggled, as Honey throughs a fit.

  “Hold still..”

 Honey is still squirming, delaying what’s doom to come.

 “Honey-senpai, please quit squirming!”

 “There’s nothing wrong with me! Quit messing with me!” Honey starts to tear up.

 “Leave me alone!”

 Mori quietly walks up to Honey, he pushes Honey down onto the sofa, using his hand to look at Honeys mouth.

 The guests swoon at the display.

“Why are our guests obsessed with incest.” Y/n groaned.

 “So it’s a cavity?” Tamaki pops up.

 “Yeah.”

 “It’s alright, I’ll be okay.” Honey whimpered.

 “Tamaki.”

 “Yes, you’re right, I’ll take care of this.” Tamaki clears his throat.

  “Until Honey-senpai gets over his cavity, I’m afraid he can’t have sweets.”

  “Therefore, we’ll be supportive and ask that you kindly refrain from eating snacks in the club till this whole ordeal is over.”

 The next day arrives, and Honey is now walking around with a ribbon tied around his head, the bow imitating bunny ears.

 Everyday, was Honeys personal hell. It felt like Mori was personally punishing him.

 “You had better What yourselves out there. Don’t give any sweets to Honey-senpai no matter what tricks he resorts to 

 and incidentally those instructions came from Mori-senpai, this wasn’t my doing.” Kyoya smiled, with an upbeat attitude.

 “You seem to be enjoying yourself.” Y/n grinned.

  “Is it possible it’s related to the lack of money going towards Honey’s addiction.” Y/n spoke with a knowing smile.

  “It’s a possibility.” Kyoya smiled.

 “It’s weird seeing you like this” Y/n joked.

 “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

 “Never mind. But how long do you think Honey’s gonna start using his special skills.”

 “I believe he’s already started.”

  “Hm?”

 Kyoya points to Honey, who’s now right behind Y/n.

  “Jesus! A warning.” Y/n gasped.

 “Sorry for scaring you… but I was just wondering if.. you had sweets to spare?” He gave a puppy dog look.

  “…I mean I have no candy on me…” Y/n, slid his bag farther from Honey.

  Honey pulls the bag, and digs through it.

  “He’s lost it.” Y/n nervously spoke.

 Honey began pulling out, anything he finds.

 “Aren’t you going to stop him?” Kyoya looked at a frustrated Honey.

 “I mean I don’t have anything to hide.” He spoke fanning innocent.

  Honey began piling an absurd amount of energy drinks. Honey flips the bag upside down, and finds nothing. He pouted and stormed off.

 “Great now everything is on the floor.” He tiredly rubbed his face.

 He sighed a grabbed the pile of clutter into the table.

 “Now is a better time to clean my bag I guess..”

 “You should’ve stopped him.”

“Yeah yeah I know.” 

  He starts organizing the pile. As kyoya ‘helped’.

  “I have to ask, how did you fit all of this into your bag?” Kyoya picked out the third deck of cards.

  “Magic~” he shakes his hands.

 A black and red book got Kyoya’s eye. He pulled it from the pile and looked at it. 

 The cover had a black design of a diamond, against a red backdrop.

  Inside was fairly new paper, the writings consisted of typical casino card game rules, how to mix certain drinks. 

 And with stray messy notes of reminders, off topic rants, along with contact information underlined.

 “Hm? What did you find-“

He looks at the small book.

 “Are you reading my notebook?” 

 “Give it.” He grabs the book, and places back into his bag.

 “You don’t see me go through your book.” He muttered.

 He placed the last bit of objects back in the bag.

 “Shouldn’t you empty the kitchen, before Honey gets to it.”

  The third day rolls around and Honey isn’t doing any better, he’s been pacing around in the kitchen. 

 The club was getting worried, sure they expected him to be upset. But they weren’t thinking how much Honey would change.

 “He’s gonna crack.” Tamaki stared at the ticking time bomb.

 “Would someone please talk to him, he’s scaring me…” kaoru mumbled.

  “He’s heading for the Candy!”

 Honey ripped open a cabinet, nearly knocking it off its hinges.

 “No need to worry, we emptied out of all the sweets.” Kyoya happily mentioned.

 “And now I have an entire room filled with candy.” Y/n sighed.

 Honey grabs the bear that replaced the candy, and slammed it in cold blood.

 “He’s keeps doing that to my teddy bear!” Tamaki cried.

  Honey stumbled out of the kitchen, and before he got far he tumbled. Almost like a rag doll.

 “Well there he goes.”

 “-Three days and he gives up.”

 “Withdrawal is real monster to deal with.” Y/n walks towards the limp Honey.

  “Are you okay?” He lends out a hand.  

 Honey looked at his hand, way too long.

 He then latched on to Y/n and bites into him, bound to leave a nasty scar.

 “Shit! Let go!” He began frantically trying pull him off.

 “Someone get him off!” 

 “Mitsukuni, don’t take this out on other people.” Mori stares at Honey.

  He lets go, but now he’s glaring at Mori.

 Y/n hastily backs away.

He looks back at the bite, and sees blood soaking through the uniform.

 “How… did he bite through two layers of fabric.” Y/n starts hyperventilating, digging through his bag.

  “Where is it…”

 He gives up, and decided to take his bag with him to the private bathrooms.

 He finally finds a bathroom, and slams the door behind him.

  He puts the bag on the counters by the sinks. He takes off his blazer. 

 Only find nearly his entire white button up sleeve is drenched in blood, He cringed at the state of it.

  He quickly went back to digging through his bottomless pit of a bag. For the life of him he couldn’t find his bandages, the frustration almost bring him to the brink of tears.

 -Knock Knock

 “Busy!” He quickly yelled.

 “It’s me, Y/n.” 

 He stared at the door, before opening the door.

 Kyoya stood there holding out a beaten up first aid kit.

 “You forgot to put this back in your bag.” He placed the kit next to Y/n.

 “Of course I did.” He muttered. Already begging for this day to end.

“Look you don’t have to stay, I can handle it.” 

  “I highly doubt it.”

 “I- fine don’t have to be smug bastard about it.” He huffed, pulling himself up on the marble counter

  Kyoya opened the kit, he pulled out bandages and a small bottle of disinfectant.

  “You need to take off your shirt.” He sets down the supplies  next to him.

 “Getting bold now are we, Kyoya.” 

  Kyoya just stared at him.

 He buttons his shirts a slips it  off his shoulders putting the stained shirt to the side.

 “There, happy now?”

 Kyoya lets out a hum before grabbing a towel and turning on the sink.

 “Give me your arm.”

 He listens and holds it out.

He began cleaning the wound.

  “So what’s the diagnosis, doc? How long do I have to live?” Y/n joked. 

 flustered with the fact he could feel Kyoya’s breath on him. He heart now beating faster for a different reason.

 Kyoya lets out a short exhale. “You’re currently bleeding out from a bite wound, I have to say doesn’t look good.” He grinned.

  “I’ll have to disinfect the wound. it’s going to hurt.” He placed a swab to area, causing the male to hiss and flinch away.

 “Sorry.” Kyoya quickly responds.

 “You and I both know you’re not, don’t pull that crap with me.” He  grips the counter.

 Kyoya finally finished up, wrapping the bandage snuggly around the arm.

 “Wait I just remembered… don’t have a spare uniform..” he looked towards the bloodied uniform.

 He became an acutely aware he was still shirtless. 

 “That’s why I brought an extra.” Kyoya holds up a bag. 

 “How do you get all of these spare uniforms?”

 “Do you wants answers or do you want a shirt.”

 He swipes the bag and puts on the new button up.

 “Try to not get any blood on it this time.” 

  “I can’t promise that.”

 He puts the blazer on completing the uniform.

 “You think the club has given in to Honey yet?” 

 The next day arrives, disputes were settled. Honey was back to sweets, much to Kyoyas dismay.

 He was at a table with a calculator, and a mountain of bills. 

 “It really is an addiction huh?” Y/n spoke looking at one of the bills.

  “An expensive one..” kyoya irritated mumbled.