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yeollie-plz · 5 months

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Calling Birds

Day 4 of Pedromas! | Masterlist

Pedro Pascal x F! Reader

Synopsis: Pedro has been away for a while and you miss him, he has a bit of a solution to your problem.

Genre: smut

Warnings: phone sex, m! and f! masturbation, dirty talk, pet names, a touch of degrading, vivid descriptions of sex and oral sex

Gif credits to owners!

Pedro was currently away filming and you missed every part of him. Cuddles, walks hand in hand, the talks you had while laying in bed, watching movies together, everything. But in this current moment in time you missed his dick more than anything else.

And you told him exactly that. Word for word. That you missed his dick. At first he responded in a joking sort of way but that one simple 'I miss you' text, had morphed into an intense back and forth of sexting.

He had warned you not to start this while he was on set. He had warned you not to start something you couldn't finish, but in your clouded lust you just didn't care.

So here you were sending dirty texts to your boyfriend and getting ready to send him a tasteful nude or two. You hit the 'send' button and less then five seconds after it says read, your phone is ringing.

Your boyfriend's name lights up on your screen. After letting it ring for just a second, you hit answer. Although you were desperate for his attention, you didn't want to completely show it.

"What are you playing at, amor?" He says before you can even utter out a hello.

Of course you feign innocence, "I don't know what you are talking about."

He sighs into the phone, "You know exactly what I am talking about. You're being a brat, teasing me while I'm at work." Your cheeks flush at the pet name, warmth rushing between your thighs.

"What? Have nothing to say anymore?" He responds when there is no sounds coming from the other line.

"I just need you." You whimper out.

"My poor baby, so desperate for my cock, needy whore." Your blood burns, a shiver runs down your spine. It was almost insane how turned on the man could make you with just a few words.

"Please", is all you can manage to say while you are so desperately trying not to touch yourself without permission.

He chuckles, "Why don't you touch yourself for me, my love?"

That's all you need before quickly slipping your hand under your panties, teasing your core. You let your fingers tease your opening before reaching your clit. Finally touching the spot where you needed, causes you to whimper out.

"You like it that much, baby? You've barely touched yourself, naughty girl."

"I just need to feel you. I need your fingers on me, in me. I need, I need-" You trail off as you continue circling your clit, the pleasure dulling your senses.

"Imagine its my fingers or my tongue. Imagine its whatever you want." A grunt sounds from his end of the call.

"Are you touching yourself?" You question comes out as almost a whimper.

"Yes, I'm imagining your lips wrapping around my cock. Your pretty head bobbing up and down as you take all of me in your mouth. So pretty when you give me head." Groans come from him as he speaks.

"Tell me what you want to do to me." You practically beg.

"I want to be the one touching your clit. I want my tongue on you, teasing your pretty little cunt until your writhing underneath me."

His words make you even wetter, as you let two of your fingers slip inside you. The stretch is nice but not as nice as his fingers would feel. So much bigger, with callouses that felt so delicious against your core.

"My fingers are so much smaller than yours." You complain.

"Put one more in, fill yourself as much as you can. Pretend its my fingers, fucking you, bringing you close to your peak. Are you close?"

"Almost, you?" He lets out a grunt in response, you hear the sound of fabric moving faster. You hear a squelch with another moan, knowing he was getting close without him having to tell you.

He still answers, "Yes, now think about me thrusting my fingers in and out of you, my tongue on your clit. You like when my mouth is on you?"

You only moan in response, getting close to your release. With the stretch of your fingers, moving in and out of you at a perfect speed. The phone on speaker, laying on your chest, as you use your other hand to tease your clit. Both actions causing your head to spin in ecstasy.

As your peak begins to mount, your moans get louder and your fingers move faster. More sounds also come from Pedro's end of the phone.

"Cum for me baby." He says before he's moaning, knowing that he is cumming sends you also over the edge.

Your orgasm washes over you. Your walls clench around your fingers as you continue to work your clit through your high.

As you start to come down, your head returns to earth. Hearing his breathing beginning to settle on the other side of the phone. You laugh.

"What?" He questions, still a bit breathless.

"Nothing, just didn't imagine this happening today."

"All of that imagination and you didn't even picture you fingering yourself?"

Another laugh, "Not that, just I didn't think a phone call could get so hot."

Now he laughs, "What don't think I can't make a simple phone call hot?"

"No, babe, I know you can make everything hot."

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angstywaifu · 3 months

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Love Letters

I hope you guys like this one. Little bit shorter, but I think it still works well! I'm just so use to writing for Garrick. But I will get better! Thank you @fw-gt for another lovely request.

Bodhi and I had taken to hiding out in my room today. Bodhi’s head was in my lap, his light snores signalling he had fallen asleep while I read my book. He had been out on a supply run with Garrick and Xaden last night and they had gotten back very late. I had watched him struggling to stay awake all day in class. As our last class had ended, he had not objected as I’d grabbed his arm and said we were going to relax in his room. It was almost tradition for me to drag him to one of our rooms. He would sleep while I would read or draw.

Bodhi shifted in my lap, rolling onto his side and grabbing onto my thigh with his hands. A soft smile on his lips as he does so. One of my hands subconsciously drops down to his hair as I lightly play with his hair. A content sigh falling from his lips followed quickly by another snore.

Our peaceful moment is temporary as my door is flung open, banging against the wall loudly revealing a slightly out of breathe Xaden. Bodhi bolts upright from my lap, eyes darting around the room till they land on Xaden who is staring at us with the biggest smirk.

“Sorry to wreck your moment love birds but I need to borrow you for a moment Bodhi.” Xaden’s demeanour changes instantly and we both know its to do with supply runs.

Bodhi sighs and nods his head slowly before climbing over me and moving to follow Xaden. Just before he leaves he quickly darts back and smiles at me.

”Oh I forgot to tell you, I got some snack’s last night. They’re in my top draw if you want any. I’ll be back soon.” And with that he’s gone.

I sigh and shake my head. Those boys were stretching themselves thin with the amount of supply runs they were doing. But it needed to be done. We needed to keep a good relationship with the Gryphon riders. Though I couldn’t complain as Bodhi usually managed to get food from back home that we couldn’t get here. I try wait as long as I can to go and see what he had gotten, but I’m quickly drawn to it as I was starving after gym today. And dinner was still a little bit away. I walk over to his desk, placing my book down on top as I reach for the top draw.

I pull open the draw with a tug, and on top is a small package that must have the food. It’s smaller than normal, but sometimes we could only manage to get a little bit from the Gryphon riders. I pick it up to open and see what he’s gotten when something underneath catches my eye. There’s a pile of what looks like letters. Normally I wouldn’t notice or care, but the one on top is open and at the top is my name. My name in Bodhi’s hand writing. The food is instantly forgotten as I place it next to my book and grab the pile of letters. I should respect Bodhi’s privacy. But he’s written it to me. So surely I would be getting it at some point. As I grab the top letter I notice the one below it is also written to me.

As I shuffle through the letters, my heart beating faster as I look at each one. They’re all addressed to me. I place the pile down as I look over the half written letter on top.

Hi Y/N,

Here I am again. Writing a letter you’ll never see. Ironically as I write this you’re asleep on the bed behind me. You look so peaceful. You already know this but I moved your book and placed your bookmark in so you wont lose your spot.

Valentines Day is coming up. If only I had the guts to tell you how I feel and ask you out on a date. The guys keep telling me I should, you should hear the shit they throw at me when you aren’t around. They seem convinced my feelings aren’t one sided. But I can’t risk what we have. I’d rather stay in this friend limbo than potentially wreck it all by you not sharing my feelings. I just really hope no one else asks you. I don’t know what I would do.

As I finish where the letter currently ends the door flies open to reveal Bodhi, Xaden and Garrick. As Bodhi’s eyes drop to what is in my hands his face goes the palest I’ve ever seen. Xaden and Garrick who are just behind him must know about the letters cause their faces also go slightly pale, just not as pale as Bodhi.

”Well we’re going to leave you two to it. Have fun.” Says Garrick with a smirk, pushing Bodhi through the door and closing it.

Bodhi doesn’t look at me. His eyes focused on the letter in my hand. The silence almost deafening. Neither of us wanting to make the first move or break the silence. My heart is thundering in my chest. Bodhi likes me. He likes me. I should be overjoyed at the news. I am. But right now it feels like there's a massive void between us.

I place the letter down as I fully turn to face him. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have read them but I saw my name and got curious.”

His eyes stay glued on the letter now on the desk, not daring to look at me even as I walk towards him. As I look up into his brown eyes I can’t quite make out the emotion in them. But I can tell he’s scared. Like his worst nightmare has come true. I reach out and grab his hand, he jerks his hand away at my touch as if I’ve startled him. His eyes finally meet mine. He still looks nervous, but theirs a different emotion in them now. He takes a deep breath as he takes my hands in his.

”Now that you know. What would you do? What would you say if I asked you out on a date?” His voice wavers slightly as he asks me. He’s gotten the confidence to ask me, but I can tell he’s scared shitless about what I might say.

His brown eyes stare intently into mine. As a small smile forms on my lips I notice the corner of his lips turn upwards at the corners. He moves forwards till our shoes are touching. His hands release mine, and take place on my hips. My hands taking place on his chest at the close proximity.

”How about you ask me and find out.” My hands moving up from his chest to his neck, lightly grasping at the collar of his jacket.

He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving mine as his question filled the silence in the room. "Y/N, will you go out with me?" His voice was soft, barely a whisper, as if he was afraid that speaking any louder might shatter the moment.

The words hung in the air between us, a question asked in earnest, his vulnerability laid bare. This was Bodhi, my best friend, asking me to take a leap of faith with him, to step beyond the boundaries of our friendship and into something deeper, something more.

I felt a smile tug at the corners of my mouth as I nodded. "Yes, Bodhi," I murmured, matching his soft tone. "I'd love to go out with you."

The tension that had filled the room evaporated instantly, replaced by a warmth that seemed to radiate from Bodhi. A broad, beaming smile broke out on his face, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of relief and joy. He pulled me closer, his grip on my hips tightening as he leaned in, pressing his forehead against mine. His laughter echoed softly around the room, a sound that was as relieving as it was infectious.

“I’m kind of glad you found those letters now.” He whispers to me.

”So am I.”

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restinslices · 3 months

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Would u be down doing earth realm boys or Lin Kuei boys doing karaoke? U can write whoever you want first

It is currently 9:32am and I have not been to sleep since 6pm yesterday. I feel delusional. If something doesn’t make sense, blame that.

Moving on-

I’m joking but Bi-Han gives me the vibes that he only moves his arm during Just Dance and complains because “it only tracks your arm! You don't have to do anything else!”

That's not the point. Have some fun and bust a move

If you beg enough, he just might crack depending on the day

Thing is though, he's not really speaking. He's just saying the lyrics

Y'all are also not doing this in public. This is something y'all would do at home with a youtube video in the back

You're singing your heart out (even if you can't sing) and he's literally just speaking

You: SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS ALL THE TIME, I TRY TO CAPTURE EVERY MINUUUUTTTEEE ♫ 💃🏾

Him: The feeling in it😐

Honestly idk why you'd even wanna karaoke with him

Telling him he's killing the vibe won't work either. He's either doing it his way or not at all

He's also picky when it comes to songs

Prefers slower songs

Which is wild because like?? You're hardly participating

A short karaoke session. Only does a few songs or one long one

Only long song I can think of rn is American Pie

And he'd pick that one specifically so he can be one and done

Also probably picks random ass sad songs. Bi-Han I do not wanna hear that right now

He says he doesn't like it but gets offended if you ask Kuai Liang or Tomas instead of him. He wants to be asked and say no. Don't just ask them

Give him a little performance. He'll roll his eyes but if you don't then he'll think something is wrong

Prefers karaoke with just you two. I know I said private beforehand but he means it. Just you two alone in a room. He refuses to do his lackluster ass singing in front of people

However, if his mood is better than it usually is, you could talk your way into letting his brothers join. Especially if you promise he won't have to sing as much

Yes on occasions

It's not frequent but that's just because he's busy. Not because he doesn't like it

Idk if he can sing and I'm not getting a certain vibe but he'll do it anyway

Cannot do any fast songs or faster parts because he'll have an aneurism

Pulls out the most random old song his father showed him when he was younger

Likes duets because he can sing lower than you, so he's still participating but can't be heard

Not a short session but not necessarily long. He just gets tired at some point

Will gladly listen to you though. Even if your voice is straight ass

It's bonding so it's fine and you're happy

Also does it privately but for different reasons. Bi-Han is “I refuse to let anyone hear this”, and Kuai Liang is “no one should have to suffer and hear this”

Also idk how often they leave their home for casual shit so going to an actual karaoke place is foreign to him

Probably likes love songs as well

Giving him or Tomas a mini concern will result in lots of laughter even if he tries to hide it at first

He's not singing his heart out but he's not just saying the lyrics. He's doing a decent job

Enjoys listening to you more than he enjoys actually singing because of how expressive you are

He'll never turn down free entertainment

Idk why but I feel like he'd wanna sit by you while doing karaoke or have you sit on his lap

I just imagine it's really cute and the karaoke video is playing on your phone while cuddled next to him

Idk, maybe I'm just a simp for him

I just think he's a little romantic at heart fr. Singing stupid ass corny shit while being close

Sometimes it'd be spur of the moment. If you start, he'd listen

It's an activity he’d be down for every once in awhile

Willing to do karaoke the most often

Probably feels bad for being busy so when he's not he's like “yeah totally”

The one brother to not do only slow songs

I think he also will have an aneurism if he tries to do faster parts of a song

But he can sing songs at a so called normal pace

Invites his brothers to join

Probably invites the Earthrealm champions and Syzoth too. It's turning into a party

He hardly does anything fun so he's taking advantage of this

Is probably also cuddled next to you

It's disgusting to everyone else

Tomas either has a very heavenly voice or a voice that would frighten the most vicious monster

Either way, he's hitting a high note

I don't think he's been to a karaoke place either so it's probably not there

It honestly could be at Johnny's place. Johnny didn't kick his ass so he doesn't feel rage in his heart when he sees him

I think he's a pop girlie

Enjoys karaoke because it brings everyone together and it's an activity that won't cause some sort of trauma or death

Hopefully

Maybe

He's isolated and bored all the time

I don't think it's frequent because his schedule but if you want to and he's free then he's down

Also cool with private karaoke between the two of you

Doesn't necessarily have a preference

Probably doesn't have a favorite song either. It changes depending on the day

I have not been able to sleep properly since last week or so. I’m losing my grip on reality 😀

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mal-urameshi · 10 months

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Since I have a weak heart, I need you to write the fluffiest fic about our girls.

Maybe about how they reunite after a long time apart… OR maybe they just moved in together 🤔

No rush though, I know you got big things coming for you 😁

A Fluffy fic, for big sis’ weak heart.

Guys I'm slightly tipsy writing this. But you all wanted to be fed. I had to come thru.

Shuri paced around as the Royal Talon Fighter zipped through the sky, “Can you fly this thing any faster, Okoye? Her last examination is going to be called any minute now.”

Okoye rolled her eyes as she concentrated on piloting the aircraft, “We are traveling well past High-hypersonic speeds. We’ll have more than enough time for you to greet her.”

Shuri blew an irritated puff of air.

She was finally going to visit Riri again. It had been almost nine months since she was able to visit her girlfriend. Between the rigorous demand of juggling being the Black Panther and her duties as Queen, she felt as though her relationship with Riri was put on the back burner.

And she never intended it to be! Shuri tried her absolute best to be present for her girlfriend, but it was quite difficult.

She hated that word. Nothing was too difficult for her. No matter if she had to try a thousand times, the task at hand would get done one way or another.

But long distance relationships were a whole different ball game.

Shuri had made it her mission to be able to visit Riri at least once a month. But as the relationship progressed, it was like every and anything tried to keep them apart.

Like when Riri was supposed to visit her for Spring Break, she had an impromptu mission that had her thinking it would postpone Riri’s arrival by a day. Unfortunately what was supposed to be a simple stake-out turned into an almost month long ordeal.

Riri had insisted that she understood. She went into the relationship knowing that dating the Black Panther and Queen of Wakanda would come with Trials and Tribulations. It wouldn’t be easy. But she expressed caring about her too much to let her go.

But Shuri didn’t miss the sadness in her eyes when they’d converse over video call. And the hesitancy to hang up when she insisted that Riri needed rest for classes. Or when she sent those voice messages late at night containing random ramblings, under the guise of not being able to sleep.

Shuri hated, loathed, execrated her circumstances. She wanted to be able to hold her girlfriend. Hug her. Go on dates. Call her at any point of the day. Pop by on a whim. Be comforted by her. Be able to vent about certain things like a regular freaking human being. Be in her presence.

It was so frustrating.

Shuri wanted to be a constant.

Regardless of her current happenings, Shuri wanted to do better by Riri.

So when the semester was coming to a close and Shuri just so happened to be free of any burdening responsibilities, she took it upon herself to drop by the campus to kidnap Riri herself.

She remembered the conversation she had with Riri two weeks prior.

“Are you nervous for your exams?” Shuri relaxed into her chair while she looked at Riri sifting through some papers at her desk.

Riri gave her a look, “Nervous? What do you take me for? This shit is child’s play to me. I just can’t wait for it to be over.” She then placed a few sheets of paper into a folder before moving on to the next pile.

Shuri smiled, “Ever the confident one. So what are your plans for the summer?”

Riri slumped in her chair and looked at the screen, “Go back home. Probably see if I can hustle some highschoolers who have summer homework for some extra cash. Just to keep myself occupied.” She shrugged.

Riri picked up her phone and walked over to her bed. She laid on her side and pulled her phone closer to her face, “I wish I coulda spent it with you though. Cuz I’m still kinda sad I didn’t get to come for Spring Break.” Riri used her bicep as a pillow, “Not that I’m complaining. I know you’re busy. And I get it. But I just miss you, you know?”

Shuri allowed her cheek to fall into her open palm as she looked into Riri’s eyes, “I miss you too. I’m having Riri withdrawals. I miss the way you play with my curls. And nuzzle your face into my neck. Or when you gently rub your finger over my nose. I miss the way you hug me like a koala bear.” She gave a light sigh of longing.

Riri found herself smiling at Shuri’s lamentation, “We'll be able to link up soon. Something will happen.”

Shuri grinned, “I love you.”

Riri softly smiled in turn, “I love you too.”

“Okoye!” Shuri continued her pacing while resisting the urge to bite her fingernails. Her anticipation was through the roof.

“Bast! Ask me one more time, Shuri. I may just throw you the rest of the way to MIT campus.” Okoye grumbled, “Our estimated time of arrival is half an hour.”

Riri walked out of her last final of the semester with a grin. That shouldn’t have even been classed as an exam. The lecturer wasn’t even trying. He couldn’t have been! She was out of there within an hour. She wasn’t complaining though, there couldn’t have been a better way to end the semester.

She was free! Free!

Riri jumped up and clicked the heels of her Jordans together in glee. She walked back to her dorms while contacting Shuri. She knew it was impromptu, but she wanted to tell her about her exams. Hopefully she’d be available. Riri adjusted her headphones as the phone kept ringing. She paused at her door to unlock it, but realized the door was already slightly open.

“The fuck?” Riri slowly opened up the door and walked inside, “I know I ain’t forgot to close my shit.”

She looked down at her phone when she heard that Shuri had finally picked up, but the wind was literally knocked out of her when she was lifted off the floor and into someone’s firm hold.

The sudden attack made Riri’s mind go blank as her heart dropped to her stomach. It took a split second for her to scream and try to beat the assailant off with her fists.

“Let me go!”

“Riri! Ow, ow! It’s me!” Shuri shouted as her shoulders and back were beaten by her girlfriend’s haphazard punching.

Riri immediately stopped and looked down, “Shuri?”

Shuri smiled, “Hi.”

Riri’s legs found their way around Shuri’s waist and her arms around her neck, securing her in a deadlock, “Shuri! What are you doing here? How?”

Riri pulled back and looked over Shuri’s face with unshed tears, “Are you real?” She gently palmed the sides of Shuri’s face and took in her features.

“Yes, my love. I’m really here.” She chuckled.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

Shuri pressed a kiss to Riri’s lips, “I wanted it to be a surprise. I was about to pack your stuff up, but I should have known that you would have blazed through your exams.”

“Wait back up, pack my stuff?” Riri tilted her head to the side.

“You’re coming back to Wakanda with me.” She finally put Riri down, but not before stealing another kiss from her lips.

Riri’s eyes bulged, “Are you being for real?”

Shuri walked over to one of Riri’s already opened suitcases and placed some folded clothes into it.

“I already have your toothbrush in there. And your laptop.” Shuri then picked up the fuzzy black panther slippers she got her, “Can’t forget these.” She snickered and dropped them into the suitcase.

Riri flopped onto her bed, feeling the toll the semester had taken on her finally seep into her bones, and looked on as Shuri shuffled around the room, grabbing what she deemed to be necessities.

“Hm, you ain’t even asked if I had plans or anything.” She excitedly kicked her feet and followed Shuri who was traipsing about her room.

“I know you don’t have any. Need I remind you that you were planning on taxing high school children for doing their summer assignments?” Shuri walked over to the bed and dragged Riri onto her lap.

“I wasn’t going to let another day go by where we were apart. I’m just taking the necessary steps to facilitate us maximizing our time together.” She allowed herself to hug Riri and just bask in her presence.

Riri tenderly grazed her fingertips over the nape of Shuri’s neck, which caused a shiver to trickle up her spine. She still couldn’t believe that Shuri was here. She stroked the pad of her thumb across Shuri’s cheek.

“You look tired. You could have come pick me up tomorrow.”

Shuri shook her head, “No. I wanted you today. I need you with me. I just missed you so much. And everything feels like it’s too much.”

Shuri gulped a deep breath but it didn’t extinguish the quiver in her voice, “I just wanted to hold you again.”

Riri pressed a kiss to Shuri’s forehead, “It’s okay. I got you babe. I got you.”

Shuri pressed her face into Riri’s chest, relishing her comfort.

The couple stayed like that for a while until Shuri pulled herself together. They then continued packing Riri’s things.

Once they were done, Shuri slung Riri’s duffle bag over her shoulder and slipped an arm around her waist.

Riri couldn’t wipe the giddy grin off of her face, nor did she want to as she pressed herself impossibly closer to Shuri’s side.

“Are you ready to go home?”

Riri nodded, “Yup. Let’s go!”

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shyhaya · 1 year

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well~ because I was watching tristamp and I am completely enamored with Vash, I wanted to post a little one-shot, because why not? It's just my current obsession ♡

(also, I started reading the manga and I'm positively dying, so there's that! :3)

So, here's a Vash the Stampede x fem! Reader

umm.. I guess there's kinda a few spoilers from ep 2 and 1 if you haven't seen them. Also, the reader —based on a new oc because I said so— is plant, just a tad bit different. No warnings except fora little bit of making out nearing the end; the rest is fluff. Enjoy! ^^

Reunited

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Thanking the old man who helped her the past few weeks, she took her traveling bag and started making her way out of town. Covering her head from the sun with the hood of the sweater, the girl walked through the infinite dunes of No Man's Land, just stopping a few times to eat something and drink water before continuing. She had a hunch of where he would be this time. She just hoped it was correct.

For the last two weeks, (Y/N) had been staying in a small town she had came across after she was separated from her partner when someone recognized him. Again. The life of a wanted outlaw was certainly difficult. Still, she didn't complain; as long as she can be with him, she won't mind dodging bullets and running from town to town. Some days, the female actually consider this funny. A century and a half ago, she couldn't have imagined she would be in this situation. But here she is, and she doesn't want to be anywhere else.

Sighing, (Y/N) hurried her pace a little. It would take no more than two days to get there, and if her hunch was right, then she will meet him again very soon. The (blonde, brunette, etc..) remembered one time she joked about having a radar when it comes to him, because she always seems to know where he is, or will be. She chuckled. Maybe she did have a radar, or some sort of sixth sense. Maybe it's because of their bond. It would be very cheesy, but that's the only thing that can explain it.

When night fell, (Y/N) fortunately had found an abandoned place to sleep in. Contrary to the days there, the nights were always very cold. She pouted while covering herself with the only blanket she has. She missed her personal heater. He is much warmer and comfy to sleep with. A small smile slipped past her lips as she closed her eyes. (Y/N) could almost feel it; she was not the only one missing someone.

"Just a bit more.." muttered the girl before falling asleep.

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The next morning she woke up early to keep going. And with early, it means before the sun rose. She didn't encounter anyone during her walk, except a few sand worms. Thankfully, she wasn't swallowed by one.

It was perhaps midday when she finally saw the silhouette of Jeneora Rock in the distance. Smiling gratefully, (Y/N) let out a sigh and started jogging. She couldn't contain the excitement. Yes, there was the possibility that he was not there, but something told her he was, and she trusted that feeling. When she saw the town more clearly, her jogging became a full run. But then, an explosion sounded just after a particularly annoying and piercing shout. Her smile turned into a frown.

"Don't tell me.. already?!" The (blonde, brunette, etc..) whisper shouted. Pushing her legs to move faster, she could see the town's people and a weird.. human-like thing? carrying a plant. "Wait, why is it carrying the plant?!" (Y/N) watched how the creature almost fell off the cliff after passing the plant to another.. wait.. a normal human can't hold a plant on their own...

Just then, the creature was being pulled up by the people and.. She let out a chuckle when she saw him. Damn, he really can't help but want to help everyone, can he? She hurried up the steps and streets to get where all the people were. Where he was. When she arrived, finally, (Y/N) saw everyone looking forward, where the creature and an old man where being held at gunpoint by a woman she recognized as Rosa. Damn, pregnant and fighting? Okay. She lowered the gun though, after a few seconds, and by her side the (blue, brown, green..) eyed girl saw a very familiar blonde.

He was showing that gentle smile that seems to never disappear from his lips. His eyes showing concern but also relief. (Y/N) will always consider him to be stunning, no matter the situation. So, incapable of tolerating the distance between them anymore, she made her way through the people to get to him, almost sprinting.

"Vash!"

At hearing his name, he looked forward, and upon seeing her, various emotions flashed through his blue eyes. Shock, surprise, realization and finally, joy. Because she was already so close, he opened his arms, full on smiling.

"Mayfly!"

(Y/N) crashed into his arms, wrapping hers around his waist, burying her face in his chest, listening to his fast heartbeat. He embraced her tight, giving a kiss to the top of her head, cradling her cheek with his right hand. She leaned into his touch, looking into his beautiful orbs, before going closer to peck his beauty mark. (Y/N) watched delighted how his face turned red, still smiling as he planted chaste kisses on her forehead, cheeks and nose. She pouted, pleading with her (light, dark..) eyes. Vash complied shyly, finally giving her a peck on the lips.

"I missed you, Sugar" She said, closing her eyes, putting her forehead to his. He intertwined their hands, and when the girl opened her eyes, he was looking at her with so much affection her cheeks burned.

"And I you, (Y/N). More than you know" the female melted hearing his words, how her name sounded when he said it. They hugged one more time before parting. Only then, when their little bubble exploded, did she notice all the eyes on them. Well, I guess we do attract attention.

Rosa was the first one to greet her, although the (brunette, blonde, etc..) could see something grim in her expression. She briefly looked at Vash, and he signaled he would tell her later.

"My (Y/N)! It's been so long since I saw you, hon!" She giggled at her words, giving her a hug and congratulating her for her pregnancy. Then, she noticed other two people that were looking at her.

(Y/N) turned completely and saw a girl, shorter than herself. She had cute blue eyes and dark blue hair. I like her outfit. She looked really curious. Beside her was an older man, his apparence unkept and with sunken eyes. Probably drinks too much. The girl approached her, and (Y/N) smiled. She looked at her side and saw Vash, who looked at the blue eyed girl, and she joined the pieces.

"Ummm.. who is she, Vash?" The bluenette questioned, tilting her head. The man beside her responded for the blonde.

"Didn't you see them, rookie? She's his girlfriend" (Y/N) chuckled by her expression, watching her puff her rosy cheeks at the man.

"Yeah, I saw that Senpai! But I thought asking to confirm was appropriate!"

Turning to her partner, the (brunette, blonde, etc..) nudged him with her elbow playfully "Won't you introduce me to your new friends, Sugar?~" He rolled his eyes but nodded, smiling. Attracting the attention of the girl, he put his hands on her shoulders.

"Guys, she's (Y/N). My girlfriend" he looked at her "Mayfly, they're the ones who helped me escape from the police" (Y/N) stifled a laugh.

"They must be very good people to help the 'Humanoid Typhoon', yeah?"

The blue haired girl took her outstretched hand "Nice to meet you, my name's Meryl Stryfe. I'm a journalist. We came across Vash in the desert. The drunk man you see beside me is my Senpai."

(Y/N) grinned at her "Nice to meet ya too, Meryl! Thanks for helping my Sunshine. Not many people would do it. You two have my gratitude" she bowed her head.

"O- oh no! You don't have to- to bow your head! It's fine!" She exclaimed, moving her hands around "B- but, if it's not a problem.. H- How come you weren't with Vash when we found him?"

The blonde and the (brunette, blonde, etc..) locked eyes. She nodded, and he took her hand in his "Well, what if we talk in the bar?" he suggested, planting a brief kiss to the back of her hand "I'm sure we have a lot to catch up to, Mayfly"

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"I thought you would end up here. That's all" she muttered, her left hand supporting her cheek while she laid on her left side; her right hand being held carefully by the blonde's left. Once every few seconds, he would bring her hand to his lips and kiss it, sometimes it would be on the wrist too. Vash listened to the details of her story of after they went separate ways two weeks ago. He had tried to find (Y/N), but in the end just kept moving forward, trusting she would somehow find him.

She had narrated the story to Meryl and Roberto back in the bar, before leaving with Vash to properly catch up. It felt like years had passed since he's held her like this, since they've been so close.

"I missed being like this, you know" (Y/N) whispered, bringing her face close to his, observing his baby blue orbs without his glasses. He kissed her nose, making her laugh. She felt his prosthetic arm rest on her hip, then on her waist, holding her closer. The (brunette, blonde, etc..) laid completely on the bed now, with her right hand against his cheek.

"I missed this too. Time passes quickly for us, but without you two weeks are a lifetime, Mayfly.." a kiss followed his words, and she melted into it, cherishing the moment. When they parted, a shy smile was present on his lips, and she went closer to bump her nose with his "I'm sorry I couldn't find you sooner"

(Y/N) shook her head, hiding her face in the space between his neck and shoulder, inhaling his scent and leaving a butterfly kiss on his skin. His breath hitched and she knew his cheeks were bright red "It's no one's fault, Vash, do not worry. We're together now, that's all that matters. But please tell, how did you get caught up in the situation from earlier?"

Sighing, Vash explained everything that happened earlier in the day, softly touching her waist and hip as a way to calm her down while he described the events that occurred. He immediately sensed (Y/N)'s body tense up when he told her Rosa had wanted to give him to the police to have the money of the bounty placed on him, so that they could afford a new plant for the town.

"I.. I understand her motives. She's a mother, her family and friends live here. She doesn't want them to die or suffer" She tightened her grip on his shirt, taking a deep breath before letting out a sigh "And still.. I know you saved her and her son, more than once, you helped everyone here.. I know what they're going through but... I- I still can't help this.. this feeling. You deserve better, Vash"

She felt a delicate kiss on my forehead, followed by one on her nose "You always say that, (Y/N).. But it's okay, it really is. You know I'm used to it" he smiled at her.

"But I don't want you to be.." the (blue, brown, green..) eyed girl pouted, making him chuckle.

"What did I do to deserve you? You're too good to be real, Mayfly" giving a peck to his lips, she nuzzled his chest, her right arm wrapped around his waist, their legs a tangled mess on the mattress.

"I should be the one saying that, Love. You're like a dream. The best dream" Just as she sensed he wanted to complain, she rolled over until she was on top of him, his hands on her hips and hers on his shoulders "And you don't get to complain, Stampede" he pursed his lips at his girlfriend, and she kissed him, deeper this time.

"Fine, you win this time, Stardust." He said with a smile, and (Y/N) smirked at him, laying on his chest "But you have to admi-" she didn't let him finish, kissing him roughly this time, biting his bottom lip and sneaking her tongue in his mouth. He whined and she kept teasing for a few seconds more, parting from him as his right hand came to rest on her cheek.

"What did I say about complaining, Vash?"

Panting, the blue eyed male looked up at her "That's unfair.." she giggled.

"All is fair in war and love, baby"

Well, not my best one-shot, but eh...

I hope you liked it :3

#anime #trigun stampede #trigun x reader #vash #vash the stampede #hayami writes 🌺

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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 2 years

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kinktober 2022

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ʚ Fave x Fem Reader ɞ

Day 19: Stuck

❥ CW: male fave (he/him pronouns, has a dick), fem reader (reader has a vagina), smut, dubcon

"'m sorry, I'm sorry, I'm s-sorryyy—"

Despite what he was saying, you were pretty sure that he wasn't sorry at all for the current situation.

Your roommate was out, allowing you to walk around in practically nothing while you cleaned your room. You were minding your business, picking things up off the floor when you saw something under your bed. You got down to the floor, wiggling under your bed as best you could, still unable to reach the small object. You sighed, ready to give up and get something to help you, but when you tried getting out, you found yourself unable to move. No matter how much you pushed against the floor, you didn't move an inch.

You were stuck.

Just your luck to get stuck under your bed. You felt so silly, sandwiched between the bedframe and the floor in nothing but a tank top and tiny shorts. You would've been in a lot of trouble had your roommate not come home early.

"Hello?" you yelled, shaking your feet, trying to keep your blood flow going. You heard footsteps approach your room, stopping outside your door.

"What the…?"

"Hey! Can you help me out? I was trying to get something but now I'm stuck and I can't get out."

You were met with silence. You furrowed your brow, trying to look under the bed to see if he was still there. You weren't able to see him, but you heard him step closer.

"You can't move?" he asked, his voice low.

"Uh… no, not really. Can you, like, lift the bed frame so I can scoot out?"

You should've known better. You should've panicked when he kneeled down and placed his hands on your thighs, squeezing gently. You should've yelled at him when he pulled down your shorts, revealing your bare ass to him. You should've kicked at him when he started playing with your pussy, fingering you until you gushed for him, pushing his cock in between your puffy lips and sliding inside.

You didn't do any of that. You didn't want to. You wanted him as much as he wanted you right now, so you didn't complain when he started doing as he pleased.

"Shit—y-you're so tight—tighter than I imagined—fuck—"

"P-Please," you panted under the bed, back arching so he could hit your sweet spot better, "be g-gentle!"

"'m sorry, baby. I dunno if I can. You just feel too good."

His hips slapped against your ass, the sound filling the room, making you burn with embarrassment. Could your neighbors hear you right now? What would they think? Could they hear the sloppy sound of his cock pistoning in and out of your cunt? The thought was too much to bear.

"I-I'm sorry for this, I'm so sorry. I'll—I'll make it up to ya, I swear. You—You can hit me if you want later. You can be as mad as you want, okay? Just… Just lemme keep fucking you, please? Please don't hate me, please don't hate me, please—"

"I-I don't hate you!" you cried, feeling your orgasm approaching. "Don't hate you, p-promise! Please, I-I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!"

You heard him groan loudly, his hips thrusting faster into you, making you whine. You could feel the pressure rising, approaching your peak faster than you anticipated. His balls slapped your clit, giving you the stimulation you needed, pushing you over the edge less than a minute later. You moaned loudly, creaming around his cock, clawing at the ground and wishing it was his back instead. You whimpered when he pulled out, ready to complain but going silent when you heard him moan and felt something wet squirt onto your ass.

The two of you panted loudly, steadying your breathing, trying to calm down. You felt the bed frame lift off of you a minute later, glancing around before shimmying backwards, getting out from under the bed. The two of you finally made eye contact, both of you acting shy, staring in disbelief. He scoffed, laughing breathily and rubbing a hand over his face.

"Jesus—babe, I don't know if I can go back to just being roommates." You licked your lip, his eyes following the action.

"Well… that's okay with me." A grin spread across his lips, making your pussy clench.

"Good, cause there ain't no way I can give you up now."

#☀️ kinktober 2022 #male fave #fave x fem reader #fave x reader #fem reader #☀️ fics

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siconetribal · 2 years

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Put It On My Tab: Chapter 2

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Tag: @vbecker10 (I promise I'll write Marvel something soon!)

Warning: General/vague mention of harassment, fluff and humor

Summary:

Everyone deserves time off, and the vigilantes of Gotham are no exception to the rule. The boys decide to take a weekend to let loose. Who knew a few drinks would lead to a stranger in bed?

Author Note:

I'm back with part 2, I hope you all enjoy this addition. Please let me know if you want me to add you to any tag list.

PLEASE READ WARNING ALWAYS.

Dragging her feet up the steps to her apartment, she let out a loud groaning sigh of pain and torture. Why did we decide to live on the top floor? Was safety all that necessary? Was it even promised? She debated for the umpteenth time in the depths of her exhaustion and frustration. Not that she was complaining, there were worse places to live in this city.

The day started with an inquisition and continued on a steep downward spiral from there. Who knew meeting a handsome guy was such a bad omen? She grabbed onto the rickety old wooden railing, each carpeted step creaking and sinking just right to instill the fear of it caving any second now. Oddly enough, they were a lot sturdier than they behaved. When she was finally at the top, she continued down the short hall. The usual shouting match between the sour married couple across the way and the thumping music of the next door apartment definitely made the materials used in the wall questionable. Privacy was clearly not a priority in development. Pushing her key in the door, she turned it two full times while pulling the door closed before turning the knob and pushing it in with her shoulder. The little trick helped make getting in a lot easier.

“Honey, I’m home.” She shouted into the apartment as she twisted and jiggled her key that was jammed into the lock. One of these days it’s just going to snap in here, and then we’ll really be screwed. Maybe I can grease it with oil or something? She continued to fight with the doorknob until it finally released her key with a forceful tug, and she stumbled back a bit. She let out a small “ha” in victory, throwing her hands into the air.

“Congratulations, Y/N, you’ve defeated the door again,”,” a light applause came from inside. Appearing from the hallway, standing in all her 5’3” dark skinned glory, was her best friend and partner in crime, Citlalli. Her thick bush of hair was currently being held in a bun by a hair tie that looked like it was seconds away from losing. “Holy shit, what happened to you?! Did you go swimming in the bay?! You’re a mess, get in the bathtub so you don’t ruin the floor! I don’t care if it’s linoleum, we are getting our deposit back when we move out!!” She pointed back towards the hallway she came from.

“Jeez, happy to see you too,” Y/N scowled at the warm greeting, raising her arms out to the side as she looked down at herself, fat water drops splashing against the floor. “Really, I hadn’t noticed.” Citlalli rolled her eyes at the dry, sarcastic tone from her dear friend.

“Okay you know what? You don’t get to sass me while you stand there looking like a drowned rat, get in the bathroom!!” Y/N rolled her eyes, shoving the door closed with her shoulder before lifting it up into place to lock and bolt it shut. “Don’t make me get the chancla!!” She kicked up and caught her slipper, Y/N laughing at how Citlalli always went for her shoes.

“I’m going, I’m going, no need to get so violent!” She raised her arms in surrender.

“Move faster,” she dropped it on the floor and slipped her foot back in. “I’ll make some tea.”

“Thank you mommy,” Y/N lilted as she quickly made her way to the bathroom, peeling off her clothes that slapped against the tiled floor from how weighted and wet they were. Feeling refreshed after a quick hot shower and dressed in dry clothes, she made her way back to the front and picked up her discarded umbrella. She raised it and pushed up the runner, watching the short ribs extend, and longer ribs collapse with the canopy ripped from the joints.

“That shitty, huh?” Citlalli crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow in question. Her right fingers repeatedly drummed against her left bicep as she sank her weight into her hip.

“Cici, you have no idea,” Y/N let out her umpteenth sigh of the day as she tossed it into the kitchen trash can.

“Damn, what happened?” Her lips curled down into a frown of concern. "Do you want to talk about it?"

“No, but I know you wanna hear about it.” She grumbled, walking back to the front room to comfortably plop onto the sofa. Slouching into the slowly dying cushions, Y/N let out her first sigh of relief. Citlalli hopped up onto the cushion next to her, curled up with a pillow as she was ready to be told the story of all stories. With her big brown eyes in exaggerated wide-eyed wonder, she leaned in closer until her nose practically touched her roommate’s, the two bursting into fits of laughter. “Weirdo, get away from me! I can’t talk if you’re all up in my face.” Y/N snatched the pillow and lightly hit her.

“Rude, find your own pillow!” She hugged the square cushion tighter. “Okay, spill, I’m ready! No, wait, one second!” She hopped out of her seat and ran to the kitchen, Y/N watching her puff of hair moving around through the half wall. She quickly returned with two mugs, placing them on the coffee table before snuggling back into her spot. “Now, we’re ready!”

“Glad you’re finding entertainment in my misery. Well, it all started with me getting the third degree the moment I was rudely awakened by the guy who saved me from some hands-y old geezer. He meant well, but who knew my savior would be my interrogator?”

“Wait, so where were you last night? I thought you went to your high school reunion?”

“No, thanks to you, I had to attend. After dinner, they all wanted to go bar hopping. I wasn’t able to get out of going to the first place and ended up stuck with some smelly drunk trying to take me out. That’s where the tall, dark haired, and overly inquisitive came into the picture. He got the creep to leave me alone, but ended up drunk because of it. He insisted on taking me home, but I didn’t want to bring him all the way here, so I booked a room somewhere nearby and spent the night there. I made sure to let him know that I’m checking out, and he should get back to his friends.”

“Sounds like, thanks to me, you got yourself a fun night.” Cici smirked with pride.

“Yes, because waking up to an interrogation is every girl’s dream. Anyway, that wasn’t even the worst of it. I checked out after doing my good deed to find out the 409 was out of service! I tried taking the Northeast Corridor, but that was delayed. So, I ran to catch the 73 to grab the 413, but the 79 shifted to express, and I was forced to take the 113 back down to grab the 413 all while it was pouring rain. I got back here, got ready for work, ran out the door with my umbrella, and was so kindly greeted by opposing winds the whole way to work. Clocked in late to my shift and was gifted the chance to serve every single stuck up airhead within the area. They lacked so much brain matter that they’d float on water. One of them proudly said to me they finally sanded the tires down of their fancy sports car just enough to look smooth and proceeded to say it seriously helps. The only thing that helps it make it to the big scrap yard down heaven boulevard, cause it's gripping in nothing but hopes and dreams."

“Damn, that's…," she inhaled sharply and held her breath before letting it out with a whoosh. "Yeeaah, I got nothing. But, at least you were in bed with a hottie with a body, right?”

“Is that all you’ve focused on this entire time?” Y/N finally sat up, grabbing her tea cup. “And just so we’re clear, I was forced to be next to him on the bed because his drunkenness decided it was best to share the bed instead of letting me sleep on the sofa.”

“Glad to know chivalry isn’t dead. Isn’t there a trope about there being only one bed? You just lived an actual fan fic.” Citlalli argued, grabbing her mug and taking a sip. “And with all this complaining, you haven’t said a thing about what he looks like! I’m waiting.”

Said a thing about his looks? There’s a reason why I’m avoiding that. It’s because it’s completely and utterly unfair how someone so handsome could be such a harbinger of bad luck! “I told you, tall and dark haired.”

“Aaaand?” she leaned in closer.

“Well defined features, nice jaw line I guess.” Y/N reluctantly listed as Citlalli leaned in closer. “What do you want me to say, Cici? That he was incredibly handsome and meeting a guy like him was exactly like living through a romance novel? That his morning voice was the perfect level of deep that I would listen to him read the nutritional facts table off of a cereal box? That he had cute quirks like his eye twitching when he was annoyed or that his smirk made your heart race? I can tell you right now that none of that matters when he was being a judgmental jerk jumping to every conclusion. Especially after I carried his heavy drunk carcass, while in heels, to a nice hotel as a thanks for his help.”

“That’s exactly what I want to hear and I’m glad he was pretty because I want to know why the hell are we being charged 4 grand from the hotel!" Everything came to a crashing halt as her heart plummeted into her stomach.

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Oh, I fucked up. I seriously fucked up. Jason stared at the in room fancy pod brewing system that was currently out of order and spilling all over the floor. He glanced at the handle piece in his hand and what he assumed was a cracked water reservoir since the liquid was under the machine. "How the hell did this even happen? All I did was try and open it to get out the used pod!" He scratched his head, unsure of what to do. It all started after she left, too.

He took her advice and messaged the guys to let them know he was okay and was met with taunting congratulations and jeers about his busy night. This level of stupidity was expected of the group and he was probably the worst of them when it came down to it, but something about it today irritated him. The corners of his lips dropped lower and the crease in his brow deepened as he scrolled through the texts.

"The fuck are they on? I didn't do shit, they saw how plastered I was." He grumbled under his breath. "So what if nothing happened? It's better this way. Plus, she didn't seem like the type to just have a one nighter. They've got her all wrong. He argued with the group a bit to make sure they understood she was not like that. When he thought all things were settled, he started to make his coffee when his phone went crazy with texts again. Slamming the machine closed and selecting the size, he picked up the boxing device to see they were now mocking him. It was a little better than them asking about her, but not enough to avoid annoying him.

"There's nothing wrong with me. Women love me," he walked over to the full length mirror and gave himself a once over. "Yeah, I'm damn fine. This is her loss, clearly. I'm a fucking catch," he reassured himself. She did say she found me attractive though, I did make a bit of an ass of myself. He visibly cringed at the few memories of last night that came back to him. Waving the concerns aside, he walked over to the coffee maker hearing the water stop. Being the proper citizen, he went to pull out the pod. However, the machine had other plans and he had to wrestle it open. What he failed to pay attention to was his own strength and suddenly coffee and water was everywhere and the machine was now broken.

"Oh, I fucked up."

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"Do I look like I’m made out of money? Did you suddenly inherit a shit ton of cash? Did you forget that rent went up last month? Don’t expect me to go do tricks for some politician to help pay for that bill, that’s all on you. This ass don’t go for cheap.” Citlalli snapped and stood up abruptly, scowling and flouncing back to the kitchen, swearing creatively in Spanish, but Y/N barely noticed. Her body went numb as her brain functions came to a screeching halt. She was being charged how much? And for what? She felt someone pulling her off the couch and pressing at her thighs. She was wet again.

Oh! There’s some feeling. So I’m not sleeping, this is all real. I’m being charged 4k like it's pennies, that’s amazing! Her body slowly came back to reality, but was quickly snapped back as her brain finally registered this was not just any wet. It was burning hot wet. Grabbing the spray hose, she pushed the water to ice-cold and hosed down her pants. She dropped her tea on herself from the shock.

“Are you crazy? What are you doing, adding hospital bills?!” The concerned, angry voice of her friend slipping between English and Spanish finally registered in her head as she shut the water off.

“I’ve won the prize for rotten judgement. Never help a handsome stranger ever again.” Y/N hung her head in defeat. “Hold on, I’m going to get changed again.” She waddled her way back to the tiny hallway and turned into her bedroom to change once again. Luckily, unlikely her wallet and mental health, her legs were fine. “So, run that by me again? Who called and why?” She returned, helping in the cleanup of yet another mess of the day.

“The hotel you had your fan fic moment in. Said there were some damages to towels that couldn’t be cleaned or some bullshit like that. I demanded pictures because it sounded so stupid. I was put on hold like ten times while they were trying to figure out why towel damage was so damn expensive. So after me yelling for thirty minutes, I finally got the manager, and he said that it wasn’t just the towels. Apparently there was damage to the furniture and floor. Mr. Tall, dark, and handsome broke the coffee maker and ruined the carpet.”

“He what? Who makes coffee in a hotel room?! Who knows what’s pissed in there! How do you even break a coffee maker?! This is ridiculous, did they send pictures?” Citlalli pulled her phone out of her pocket and showed the email that was sent from the hotel. “Oh my God, he actually…how? Just what? Oh my God, he broke the machine! The actual fancy put the pod in and press a stupid button machine, and it stained the carpet and towels. I can’t believe this is happening. If I didn’t go to that stupid reunion, none of this would’ve happened. I knew I shouldn’t have done, I knew it. I wouldn’t have been dragged to that bar, I wouldn’t have to deal with some jerk, and I wouldn’t be $4, 271. 02 in the hole on top of it. Memo to myself, never help anyone ever again.”

“You didn’t know? Damn, I’m sorry. I thought you knew and were just blowing shit out of proportion to avoid talking about it. Listen, forget about him. We’ll make this work.”

“Make this work how, Cici? Unless you know of a way where we can get a job working for Bruce Wayne himself without needing to strip, we’re screwed. Nope, scratch that, I am screwed.”

“Just trust me, Y/N. I’ll get us out of this.” Citlalli promised, wrapping her arms around her friend.

“The last time you said that, we nearly got roped into the Joker’s gang.”

“That was one time,” Citlalli argued. “Tío Arturo apologized too!”

“And what about the time before that? We trespassed on Penguin’s turf and stole from him.”

“That was an accident! I had no idea that Matías was asking us to steal from him! I would’ve refused it without even thinking about bringing it up to you! Listen, just trust me. I’m going to properly vet our offers before even thinking about telling you.”

“Alright, I’m trusting you, Cici.”

“You won’t regret it.” She grinned and hugged Y/N before pulling away and slapping Y/N’s ass. . “Now, get to cleaning before we have to add home repair fees on top of your expensive date.”

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unofficialmuilover · 10 months

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CHAPTER 8:

You were thankful for Rengoku's training, you were fast enough to catch up with Mui, though it is still evident that Mui is faster and has more stamina given that he's a hashira. Sooner you'll be out of stamina.

Mui arrived in the village, with you following after. There were already demon slayers who are currently patrolling and gave their report to Muichiro for the current situation who nodded before making rounds and going off to the next village with you following behind.

"Can.. we... slow... down first" You pant, requesting to the Mist Hashira who don't seem to be getting tired while you on the other hand, was a panting mess. He glance at your current situation, hair is everywhere, some was sticking to you sweaty face while you were panting heavily. Not a good impression for your first "training" .

"I thought you wanted to train?" You didn't know if he was amused seeing you like that, looking at his expression, it seems like he intentionally worn your stamina out.

"Yeah.. but.. all we.. did was.. running" you were still trying to catch your breathe as you reason.

"I can't do this anymore, I'm tired of running, my feet hurt" you complained, trying to wipe your sweat.

"We're only running but you're already out of breathe" He said with his usual cold stone expression.

"I'm trying okay!, It's not like after almost a month of training, I'll be fast and strong" You tried to defend yourself.

"pfft. It only took me two months" He uttered like it was a natural thing to say. Like his words wouldn't stung.

"Well I'm not gifted like you! You were born with talent! Train for a little while and can become a hashira! Unlike some of us, we had to work hard to get where we are!" You burst out, doing your best not to cry. How can he be insensitive with his words.

Shock flashes in Muichiro eyes, not expecting you to answer him that way. He narrowed his eyes at you. "I didn't sit around and complain about being exhausted! I train hard to where I am now! I didn't stop training. Rain or shine. I'll work hard. I'll train hard despite feeling exhausted! I'll train until my body gives up! Until I vomit blood! Until I couldn't move anymore!" His voice laces with emphasis in each word.

Your head hung low, you couldn't look at his eyes., he was right. Mitsuri has told you that Muichiro trained so hard that he vomited blood numerous times. He won't stop at training despite people around him trying to get him to stop and rest.

"I'm sorry" you mutter your apologies, your head hanging low, you shouldn't have talked to him that way. He's a hashira for goodness sake! He shouldn't be wasting his time with you but you were persistent to come along even if he didn't want to. The least you could do was not complain.

He let out a long sigh, "Look, if you want to be trained, you need to listen well, this is not only about you, there will be a demon who will be faster, stronger and smarter than you and you need to surpass those demons to survive"

He's right.

You nodded slowly.

"First, you need to master your constant breathing, it's not enough that you know how to do it, you need to make it part of yourself."

Agreeing with him silently, you look at him while focusing on your constant breathing.

"Good, do it without others reminding you" he ordered plainly, before turning his back to you starts walking ahead leaving you behind.

"Are you coming or not" you were surprised when he stopped on his track, tilting his head to look at you, eyebrow furrowed, wondering why aren't you following him. You could've sworn that you thought he was leaving you there after bursting out like that. Regardless, you immediately caught up to his side. Mumbling an apology.

Cold breeze softly brushes your skin as the two of you stroll on your way back home passing those villages you both check earlier . The moon is still visible in the sky, though sooner will dawn.

A grumbling noise made Muichiro halted, his body tensed, immediately positioning his body to a fighting stance, his hand on his sword ready to pull out of the sheath, his other hand is motioning you to stop moving so he can hear clearly.

"Mui?" You tried to get his attention, heat rising to your face.

"shhhh" he shushes you as he focuses to locate the sound he heard. Mint Green Eyes squinting as he glances around looking for the source of the sound.

Another grumbling sound was heard, loud and clear, his gaze following immediately to the noise only to be met by your stomach which you were covering with your hand.

"Sorry" you squeak. "I'm hungry" you tried to defend yourself.

He composed himself, relaxing as soon as it was not a threat at all, nodding at you, he mumbled "come on"

"We didn't eat dinner last night" you tried to explain, not that he was asking.

"It's okay" you heard him mumbled.

The two of you walk in silence, Muichiro is not much of a talker while you were too embarrassed to start a conversation too afraid to pissed him off.

The path you were walking through were more unfamiliar, you were starting to feel the both of you had gotten lost on your way back. It wouldn't be impossible as he is known for forgetting things easily, and you on the other hand, are bad at directions.

"Are we lost?" You ask the boy besides you, eyes were lace with worry. He simply answered "No" shook his head sideways

"Where are we?" You asked further, seeking assurance that you will reach home.

"I don't know" he made it sound like it's not a problem. Making your eyes bulge out in shock.

"You don't know but you're telling me we're not lost?!" You exasperated, how can he relax knowing he didn't know where he is?!

"We're not" you could tell he's getting irritated with his sharp tone. You didn't pay attention to his tone as you were panicking.

"what?! How could you tell we're not lost while not knowing where we are?!" You whined at him.

He let out an annoyed sigh before looking above and pointing a direction ahead of us. Following his gaze, squinting your eyes to see clearly, you spot a crow flying ahead of you.

You look at him confused as to why he's pointing at some crow. When he saw that you didn't get it, he let another sigh, closing his eyes before glancing at your confused face. "That's Ginko" that was enough for you to realize that it was not just a random crow, but it's Mui's Kasugai Crow. And it's giving you both direction. That's probably how he always looks at the sky, you thought he loved gazing at stars as much as you do.

As the sun is about to rise, both of you stop by in some diner, though Mui went alone inside after telling you to wait. He came out with two bentos in his hands. Making you smile at the sight of food. As expected, he gave you the other one. "Thank you Mui!" you gleefully said as you take the food from him. He nodded in acknowledgement.

The two of you were back from where you saw him, the sun has risen, birds are chirping, the sound of the stream by the river was making you relax while the two of you ate in silence.

"Thank you Mui" You thank him again after eating your late dinner slash breakfast. He didn't look at you, just gazing at the clouds above him.

"Will you train me Mui?" You asked him, you won't skip to Rengoku's training though, you'll just have to divide your time.

"Please?" You asked again as you didn't hear a response.

No response.

You sigh before cleaning up, gathering your stuff, you slowly get up and dust yourself up, looking over to the mist hashira who seems to be busy looking at the sky.

"Bye Muichiro" you said your goodbye as you turn your back and headed to find your way back to estate.

"Be back before nightfall" you heard a mumble behind you, making you gasp, turning your head quickly to face him.

He was looking at you with his emotionless expression. Looking through his eyes, you search for the answer, did he really ask you that?

"I'll train you for real this time" he answered your questioning eyes. Making you grinned and squeals happily. "thank you thank you Muichiro"

#kimetsu muichiro #muichiro fluff #kimetsu rengoku #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer tokito #kny #kny tokitou #muichiro x reader #muichiro x y/n #muichiro x you #muichirou #demon slayer rengoku

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 6 months

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Hi there! I'm the lady behind a fair chunk of the Peter requests. May I please request "I feel like I can tell you anything" with a side of "you know what I love about you?" for Peter? I love your blog by the way. And don't feel like you need to rush yourself. Take as long as you need.

thank you so much for sending all the requests, I've loved them all!!

and thank you so much for the support, you're very sweet <3 <3 <3

things that you want to hear.

Your affection for PETER occasionally hits you at the strangest times.

Case in point, all the things you adore about him bubble to the surface currently, as you’re watching him work on a new routine with Wendy. Your feelings are all over you about him; the way he takes charge, his determination to perfect the performance, even his sour attitude is something that strikes up a warmth in your chest.

It must be something he notices ― the lovestruck expression you’re looking at him with while he practices. When he and Wendy decide to take a break, he’s over next to you, stretching out over the crate you’re perched on. “Oi, precious, wot’s with the starry eyes over ‘ere? Y’ look almos’ like y’re gonna jump over the moon ‘r somethin’.”

“What do you mean?” you chuckle. You stretch out next to him, rolling over so you can be face to face. “I’m just looking at you, handsome.”

He rolls his eyes. “’Course. Damn, wot was I thinkin’?”

You bite down on another laugh and reach over to trace your finger over his chest. “No, I’m serious, you horrible man. You know what I love about you?”

“Absolutely nothin’?” he snorts. Even so, he reaches toward you, lazily splaying his arm over your waist. You can feel in the slow, less than energetic movement of it that he must be incredibly tired already. Despite the fact that he apparently thinks you’re having a go at him, he still wants some attention.

Well, it’s your turn to roll your eyes. Does he really not believe he possesses a single redeeming quality? You don’t understand the way he thinks sometimes. “Don’t say things like that. There’s plenty about you that I love. And I was going to tell you all about it, if you didn’t immediately launch into some negativity.”

One eyebrow raises at you. It’s as if he thinks that there being one thing to love about him is strange enough, and more than one is an impossibility. “That right? In that case, y’ oughta talk faster. Go on, then, list it off, I won’t interrupt again.”

What a liar. You think he’d physically die if he had to not interrupt you while you’re talking about your love for him.

Regardless, you decide to call his bluff and press on. “There are a lot of things, you know. Maybe most people don’t see everything that I see, but you shouldn’t sell yourself short. I mean―” You’re quick to move past that based on the look he aims at you, probably thinking that was meant to poke fun at his height. “― I feel like I can tell you anything. You know?”

Your fingertip traces heart shapes on his chest. “You’ll be honest with me. Brutally so, sometimes. You’ll always tell me the truth, even if I may not want to hear it. If I come to you complaining about something that happened, I can trust you to tell me, ‘That wasn’t y’r fault, c’mere so I can give y’ a kiss ‘n’ make y’ feel bet’er’ or ‘That was all y’, sweet’eart, but ev’ryone fucks up sometimes so gimme a kiss anyway’.”

Peter huffs, though he’s got the barest hint of a smile on his face. “Oi, I don’t think I like y’ mimickin’ me. It’s way too fuckin’ accurate.”

You laugh and lean over for a kiss. “The point is, I like that about you. I love that even when I’m the one who did something wrong, you tell me that I did something wrong… but you don’t harp on it. You don’t… stop loving me.”

“Why would I stop lovin’ y’? Obviously y’ know wot I’m gonna say, ‘cause y’ said it y’rself ― ev’ryone fucks up.” He returns your kiss eagerly. All his exhaustion is forgotten, evidently, just so he can come alive in your embrace. “… Glad y’ told me this, at leas’. Gives me the chance t’ tell y’ somethin’.”

You tilt your head. “What’s that?”

His arm squeezes around your waist. It’s rough and reassuring all at the same time. “I ain’t never gonna stop lovin’ y’, precious. There’s things I’d leave people f’r, but I know y’ ain’t gonna do any’a that shite. So there ain’t nothin’ y’ could do that’d make me stop lovin’ y’. Got that?”

For all his faults, all his bad attitude and distrust in the rest of society… Peter seems to have a lot of faith in you. That’s one more thing you love about him.

So you lean in for another kiss. “… Got it, love.”

#onehellofashadynerd #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Peter #reader insert #romantic #fluff #UGHHHHH he deserves it <3 #one hell of a queue

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vallee-ace · 8 months

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Tickletober Day 2: Accidental

Fandom: Lost in Space (2018)

Lee!Will, Ler!Penny and Robot(?)

Summary: While preparing for the first Halloween party at Alpha Centaury, Penny is reminded of Will's biggest weakness.

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Will was holding onto a small ledge in the wall, hanging by one hand, the other holding a homemade, sparkly, orange and purple streamer, refusing Robot's help while Penny smiled evilly from below. How did he get into this situation?

It all started with Penny banging on his ship's door.

"Will get up! We have no time for sleeping if we want to get this done!"

Will groaned as he sat up, Robot standing above him as usual.

"Are you regretting our decision to help her, too?" He asked his friend.

Robot tilted his head. "Help Penny Robinson. Promise." He stated, pointing at Will.

"Yeah, I know." Will smiled as he grabbed clothing to get ready.

Will and Robot had returned to Alpha Centaury for Penny's birthday. They brought a cool glowing rock that they discovered on a distant planet (it was safe in every way other than it being a rock). The small party of just family members had gone great. As they were laying around, Penny had jumped up saying that she wanted to throw a Halloween. She made everyone promise to help, even though no one was against the idea.

"C'mon Will! Robot got out here faster than you, slow poke!" Penny's shouting snapped Will out of his reminiscing with only one boot on. He did notice that robot was not present in the ship anymore.

"I'm here." He yawned as the door opened, letting the light of the early morning suns to wash over him, along with the impatient glare from Penny, who was tapping her foot in disappointment.

"Dude!" She grabbed his hand and started dragging him away from his house. "You wasted ten whole minutes lollygagging! We only have so long before people notice!" She shoved a box of colorful stuff in his arms. "Take these and follow me!" She then picked up her own box and briskly walked down the road.

Will rolled his eyes and followed along. "She probably took way longer to get out of her bed." He muttered, glancing to Robot.

Robot gave him the equivalent of a "shush" face as he dragged a cart full of barrels, pumpkins, and paint. He then did the equivalent of a friendly shoulder bump, which, of course, sent will stumbling away from the force. Let her be.

"Ok, ok. I'll stop complaining about the really early morning on my week off." Will chuckled, bumping him back. "Now lets catch up!"

The decorations and preparations had gone good thus far, with tables properly decorated, barrels for apple bobbing set up (why did penny need those??), the carving corner had the paper mat and trashcan along with the carving tools.

When Will had asked as they hung bats and ghosts on the ceiling with a tall ladder, why the others weren't here. Apparently, John had helped make the decorations the other night, Grant had helped her get permission to use the large meeting room and had haggled with the pumpkin farmers for cheeper prices. Maureen was currently distracting anyone awake at this ungodly hour while Judy made the baked treats. Don was making the candy with some chocolate (where did it come from? best not to ask). Debbie was doing chicken stuff.

Currently, Will was putting up the last of the decorations.

"Just don't look down!" Penny called from below. Will rolled his eyes as he balanced precariously on a ledge.

He taped the long streamer to the ceiling and shimmied a few feet further to tape it again. This was a quicker process than climbing down the ladder, moving it, then climbing up again for each taping of the streamer. Was it safe? No. Did the adventuress teens care? No. However, Robot did, which was why he was repeating "No, Will Robinson. Down." as he followed with his arms up to catch him if he fell. Penny was just following along, calling out "useful" advice.

"How would I look down?" Will called down, "my chin is plastered to the wall."

"I dunno, just don't!"

"No, Will Robinson. Down."

"I know bud," Will replied, "I just need to tape the end to this corner, than I will come down."

"I shall retrieve the ladder!" Penny anounced, walking to the corner Will was heading to and picking up the ladder. Or attempted to. She somehow knocked it over instead.

The loud CLANG startled Will, causing him to slip and fall.

Cold, Metal hands caught him around the waist, squeezing tight.

Will threw his hands over his mouth, hoping to hide his reaction, but was too late.

The high pitched yelp that echoed around the room caused Penny's rushing apologies to stop.

Will felt his face heat up as he looked down at Robot, who had loosened his hold. His head was tilted in question. Did I hurt you?

"Don't worry, big guy." Penny sauntered over, a grin taking over her face. "He's ok. Just a little ticklish, right Will?"

Will felt his blush move to his ears as he nodded. He could take the embarrassment if it let his friend know he didn't cause any harm.

There was a pause filled by Penny's snickering at his misfortune, until...

"Tih KL Sh?" Robot looked to Penny, confused.

"You don't know what 'ticklish' is?" She asked. When Robot shook his head, she attempted to explain the odd quirk the human nerves contain.

Will took this time to wriggle out of his friends grip, which had loosened after his intense reaction earlier. He managed to squirm out and onto Robot's still outstretched arms, using them like a stool to hop and grab at the ledge. He knew that at any moment, Penny was going to-

"You know what?" Penny's voice was taking a teasy tone. "It would be easier to show you. Right Will?" Her and Robot turned their heads to face him just as he lept off Robot and managed to grasp the ledge firmly with one hand. The other accidentally grabbed the still hanging streamer instead.

"No Will Robinson!" Robot tried to grab his foot, but he swung it out of reach.

"No Robot!" He copied as he did a sad half pull-up. "I am staying up here! Away from the demon you have awakened!"

"Oh, C'mon Will!" Penny called up, grinning impishly, "You're the one who keeps saying we should teach him human things!"

"Down. Will Robinson!"

"Well, not this!" Another failed attempt to get up.

"It's not like you'll mind! You always used to ask me to ti-"

"Shuhush!" Will accidentally let a few flustered giggles escape. This whole situation was honestly just silly.

"Help Will Robinson. Penny Robinson!" Penny looked to Robot, who was holding his arms out.

"Oh!" Her grin widened. "Let's do this!"

Will was attempting his newest pull-up when he saw a movement out of the corner of his eye. His flustered giggles turned into anticipatory ones when he saw Robot lifting Penny up like Simba, right towards him.

"Noho!" He started thrying to get purchase with his feet, but it was all for not. "Nohoho, Peehehehnnyhuhheee! DohohoHOHNHHPFFT-AAHAHA!"

He couldn't hold back the high-pitched cackles when Penny wrapped her arms around his waist and dug into his ribs.

The rough tickling without any build-up immediately made his arms shoot down and claw at the offending arms.

Robot was happy to be able to gently put the siblings down as his friend laughed and laughed in his sister's arms. Humans are silly. He watched as Will slid out of the girls grip and flopped onto the floor, his face bright red and giggling hysterically.

"Puhuhu-Pehehennyhyhee wahahaihihiHIHIHETAAHahAHAhahaA!!!"His cackling returned when Penny pounced onto him and clawed at his stomach.

"No waiting! We must educate you bulky friend how 'tickle' works!" Penny anounced. "Plus, it has been way too long since I did this!" Her hands shot up to his armpits, causing a loud shriek to escape his lungs."

Robot watched, fascinated, as his friend threw his head back, smiling wider than he had ever seen. Will's face and neck were bright red and his eyes were squeezed shut. He was kicking and bucking beneath his sister, but, Robot smiled (or did the sparkle-face equivalent), when he noticed that Will was definitely not fighting back with all his strength. It seemed Penny wasn't the only one missing their odd bonding thing.

"Now," Penny looked up at Robot, "If you wanted to so this, you would have to be veeeeryy gentle." Robot nodded. "Don't want to risk hurting someone with your tough and pointy hands." She smiled back down at her brother, who's laughter had now gone silent. "But looks like you won't het to tickle Will today." She stopped and scooted of the giggly armadillo that was her brother.

"Yohohohuhuhu suhuck!" He anounced once his giggle high left.

"Yeah, yeah," Penny stood up. "But you love me anyway." She held out her hand to help him get to his feet.

"Healthy Will Robinson?" Robot made sure.

"Yup." Will gave him two wobbly thumb ups.

"Great!" Penny clapped once. "Now let's finish getting this party ready!"

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authors note: it is here!! tumblr deleted half of this, so i had to re-type it. i hope it is still ok and that i have given other lost in space fans in the tk community good soup :)

#lost in space tickles #tickle fic #ticklish!will #lee!will #ler!penny #ler!robot #tickletober #tickletober2023 #tickletober 2023 #augtickletober2023 #sfw tickle community #sfw tickling community

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aita-blorbos · 2 days

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WIBTA if I confronted my ex-fiance's current partner and challenged him to a duel? (OC)

I (M, 26) am a higher up in an organisation that focusses on combat, and I've worked my way up the ranks through nothing but combat prowess and my own skill. As a result, I've gained notoriety in my field, and I'm head and shoulders above my fellows - Uh, not literally. It's more just half a head at the least.

My social standing has also increased as a result, and, five years ago, my childhood best friend (F, 25) said her family had finally given their blessing for us to marry! I was elated, so happy! And everything WAS happy... Until the year after.

Two decades or so ago, war broke out in our country. It was a... A lot, but I barely recall it, you know? I was a young child.

Anyhow, when I was celebrating at my fiancee's house, we were visited by... The exact role is difficult to describe, but she's like an oracle. She told us that it was the will of god that the man she had alongside her (M, 39), a veteran of that war, would be brought into the household and made to marry my fiance. Which... Well, I don't think any of us were particularly happy with this, but will of god ig. Her parents reluctantly agreed, and I'm... Kind of alone now? I still really like her, so I couldn't try to get with any other girl or guy. I'm welcomed in ber house still, but it feels really awkward, now.

It doesn't end there, though. After a year or so, the veteran also took a position at the job I work at. And while I started at a low position, I'd worked my way up at that point. What took me three years or so to do took him... Three months. And he tried to act very friendly and apologetic, but I don't buy it. He's as smart, as handsome, and even taller than me. It's very degrading, and I'm fairly certain he's patronising me at this point.

I was at my wits end, being slowly replaced from my own life, it felt like, over the course of then to now. I ended up complaining to an old family friend of mine (F, 68 - I think..?), and she encouraged me to enact vengeance. And, er, I know I'm jealous of the guy, and she's all tough as nails and scary and whatever, but I don't really want to. Er. Do that.

...But the idea's starting to sound better and better. His and my ex's wedding is soon, I know that, and my life has only continued going downhill. Something needs to change.

...In our (joint) career, if you want to progress higher, you need to beat out your competition, literally. Duels are how you go up in the world. And while officially, they're meant to be until submission or surrender... Duels to the death aren't too uncommon. Expected, even.

He's at the same point as me progression-wise, and uh. We're both up for promotion. And if there's one thing I'm better at than him, it's sheer swordsplay. He may be stronger and faster, but he doesn't have my technique. But even now, I feel conflicted with my friend's advice. He's thrown himself into my life, but I don't know if I have the right to feel upset? Or even why I feel upset? It's the will of god.

...But I'll push on regardless. Is it a dick move to challenge this man to a duel, possibly to the death?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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cinderellahoneymoon · 2 months

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I'm gonna like. Mostly infodump for context and slightly complain

So, Niki has a disability where he absorbs nutrients faster than the average person, so he's hungry a lot of the time.

Niki's dad is a chef who had his own cooking shows. Eventually, his dad was cancelled (idk how else to word it) after he was accused of using human meat in one of his shows

This led to them losing money and jobs so they struggled financially a little bit. Eventually, Niki's parents decide to leave the country and go around the world looking for new ingredients. Niki stays behind because he doesn't want to learn stuff like a new language by moving countries and is still in middle school currently. Niki lives on his own and nearly ran out of food before he found Rinne (which I explained before)

Niki has outright said that the last thing you should eat is human meat. Niki knows it's wrong and knows the consequences way too well considering the impact the allegations had on his dad. (Side note: with how Niki talks about his dad, I'm somewhat convinced that his dad might not even be innocent)

Anyway what pisses me off is that a lot of Niki fans hc him as a cannibal and it just bothers me because it like. Goes against what happened in his childhood with his dad and stuff. But I barely think about it too much just block the incorrect fans and move on teehee ^_^

Feel free to ask about anyone from Crazy:B or Alkaloid more I could talk about those guys all day

oooo i can def see why those would be block-worthy headcanons, where is the thought lol

also ummmm do u know a lot abt HiMERU? im simply curious

#fleurs letters

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late-night-secrets · 2 years

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You had not expected to meet Bakugo in a bouldering hall while hanging out and doing some sports with your friends.

Currently sitting on the mat and taking a short break, you watched your friends climbing on the wall. Your gaze wandered around the hall when you saw the buff blonde near one of your friends, doing one of the most difficult routes. Wearing only a tank top and short sweats, his well-defined muscles were clearly on display, flexing and relaxing as he went on. He panted heavily as sweat dripped down his forehead but he seemed determined. Occassionally he took a short break to rest his tiring fingers, just to continue. The crimson-red eyes looking at the path in front of him. Upwards, always upwards.

You watched him for a while, mesmerized by the slow yet controlled movements of his, despite the high difficiultiy of the route. The holds were so narrow, you wondered how one could even use it. Yet, he clearly seemed to know what he was doing.

It took you some time to recognize him. No surprise, it had been many years already. You used to be neighbors and classmates in elementary school until you had moved away with your parents. Since then, over ten years had past. No wonder it hadn't clicked to you before that you knew this skilled man.

"Good one!" you applauded him after he had finished and landed not to far away from you.

"Thanks," he mumbled and turned to you in mild surprise that someone was observing him. For a second, you thought he would just turn back and continue but then he halted, his eyes widening slightly. "Oh, hey." He wasn't smiling, but he also didn't appear irritated. You remembered that Bakugo never had been the best in exchanging small formalities. "Haven't seen you in ages." His voice had gotten deep, husky. The last time you heard him talk he was still a boy who hadn't hit puberty yet.

"Yeah," you laughed. "We moved quite far away. We hardly came by to pay a visit." And back then, Bakugo has definitely not been part of your closer friend group meaning that the last time you two actually saw each other had been the last day at your old elementary school.

"I remember." He scowled as a memory crossed his mind. "The people moving in after you were always complaining about my drums. Had a small child and all that shit."

"Oh, yeah, I remember. You and your drums." Every afternoon at around 5 p.m. he would have started practicing. "Are you still playing?"

"Hardly." His answers were short. Just as they used to be. You weren't mad, it was more like a small wave of nostalgia filling your heart. "What are you doing here anyways?"

"Showing my friends the place where I came from." With a lazy gesture you waved to your friends who were either bouldering, watching them doing so or paying curious glances to the two of you. "And you? Are you alone here?"

He nodded. "It's... I like it more like this."

Yes, just as he used to. Of course, he always would have his little group of fans around him, but eventually Bakugo had always done everything on his own. Apparently, that hadn't changed.

"How are you doing?" you asked him, half out of convention, half out of curiosity.

Bakugo told you a little about his life, shallowly. He still pursued the dreams he had a child, slower than he wished, but steady; always going foward. He managed.

He asked you back, and you weren't sure whether he really wanted to know or whether he was just polite. You tried to keep your answer short, yet you couldn't help but tell him how you felt... exhausted. That work and deadlines were all too much, that there was too little time, that you felt guilty having fun with your friends right now instead of being productive. You went on without thinking about it, "I don't know... It feels like everyone else manages somehow, better, faster, while I'm... stuck. I know it's bullshit but still..." Your words trailed silence between the two of you.

A moment later, your realized you were whining about stupid trivialities to your former neighbor you hadn't seen in over a decade. Since then so much had happened. He was basically a stranger, and you were sharing quite personal concerns with him. "Oh shit, I'm sorry," you quickly apoligized in embarrassement. "You don't wanna hear about that. Over all, I'm doing fine, really. Don't have anything to truly complain about."

You felt awkward, wished you hadn't ranted. It got even worse when Bakugo remained strangely passive. "No, it's okay," he simply said. "Well, enjoy the time with your friends." He was about to turn around and leave you behind in bashfulness when he once again stopped and offered without looking at you, "And if you or one of your friends need help with a route, just ask. Although I think you're in good hands." He was motioning to one of my friends who went bouldering on a regular basis, managing the route Bakugo just had done.

"Okay," I replied softly, still feeling the heat in my cheeks. "Thanks."

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Your muscles were tired, your arms shaking and you knew you would fail again. You had no idea how many times you had tried this route already, and it was always at the same spot that your body would give up at the simple thought of reaching out to the next hold. One of your friends was watching you, trying to give you tips and shouting words of encouragement.

You wanted to succeed, you really wanted to, but the next hold seemed to be miles away, forcing you to rather jump than reach, and on an overhang at this height... The thought made your hands sweaty, and that was not useful while bouldering at all.

Suddenly, another voice accompanied your friend's, shouting, "Either you finish this one or you leave space for the ones who can actually do it."

That one startled you. With control you jumoed. When you landed, your friend had already turned to the new arriver and gasped an outraged "Excuse me?!"

You were not surprised to find your fromer classmate. His choice of words gave him away rather than his voice. "What?" he said to your friend. "She was blocking the wall for ages."

Your friend wanted to protest on your behalf, but you felt too exhausted and frustrated for a fight, settling with a mere roll of your eyes. "Don't bother." Then, you turned to Bakugo, waved to the wall you had been struggling with and panted, "Go ahead."

He did without another word, of course heading for a more difficult route than the one you had been doing only halfway.

"What an asshole!" your friend huffed and glared at his back.

"Really, don't bother," you assured them, sinking down on the mat to take a rest. "He's always been like this."

"You know him?" Your friend sat down next to you, and the two of you started to absent-mindedly watch him bouldering.

"Yes, back from elementary school," you told them. "He's not good with words. Doesn't really mean what he says. Usually, at least." You heavily sighed in frustration and shifted your gaze to the holds who gave you a hard time. "He's right though. I'm just blocking the route."

Your friend punched you in your shoulder. "Don't say that! Everyone struggles. It looks very good so far, you just have to keep going."

"Well..."

"How did you do?" Another one of your friends came over, the one who was as good as Bakugo. "Did you manage?"

You shook your head. "Nah. Don't think I can do it."

"Oh. But you technique is defenitely good enough."

"Maybe." You shrugged your shoulders. "Don't think I can do it, though. Head keeps getting in my way. And I don't feel like fighting against anxiety. It's fine as it is. I'm done with this route."

Both your friends looked at you with sympathy, telling me you could do it but you didn't have to if you didn't feel good doing it.

Their encouragement was sweet, you still felt like shit.

"I don't think so," Bakugo barged in. You hadn't noticed that he was down on the mat again. He had to have overheard your conversation and now looked directly at you. "I don't think that you can do it. Your skill's not good enough." His face was plain, making his words harsh with brutal honesty. "You won't manage."

You knew what you had told your friend earlier about the man not being good with words, but your frustration got the best of you. "What?" you mumbled in disbelief.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "You can't do it. Go find an easier route and stick to that."

You needed a moment to process his words. "Fucking asshole," you exhaled eventually, exhaustion making you forget your manners, and rose up. Without clearly realizing it, you put chalk on your sweaty hands as you kept mumbling, "Don't you fucking dare to assume to know what I can do and what I don't." Anxiety replaced by provoked anger, you stepped at the wall. "I'll fucking show you, Katsuki." You didn't even realize that you used his first name, returning to old habits from childhood as your mind focused on the route.

Therefore, you also missed the smirk it caused on Bakugo's face.

The start was easy, you had done it several times today. You grip was purposeful and practiced. It felt good..

Then, the crucial part came; a high hold past the edge of the overhang. You would have to leap, probably making one or even both of your feet losing their hold. The image made your movements stutter.

The hesitation had to be visible because your friends immediately started shouting, "Yes, go on! You can do it!"

You weren't convinced. But Bakugo's words rang in your ears and fueled you on. With shaking arms you tried to pull yourself upwards, closer to the tilted wall in hopes of bringing the next hold in your reach.

"You don't have enough strength," you suddenly heard Bakugo claim. Giving his voice, he had to stand closer than your friends. "Don't use it if you don't have it."

You groaned in annoyance and gave up the flexion of your arms, leaving them fully outstretched so you would dangle and relax a little. "And what am I supposed to do then, smartass?" Somehow, Bakugo elicited all kind of bad language from your tongue.

"Use your balance. Shift your weight to get you up."

"Shift my weight where to?"

"Up."

You wanted to groan once more, but you felt your fingers tiring. "I don't understand. And even if I would, I don't think I can do it."

"Of course you can." Bakugo stood really close now, directly below me.

"Get away," I said hastily, "I'm about to fall and before that happens I'd rather decide for myself and jump." Now, even my outstretched arms started to shake.

"You won't fall." Out of the blue, two big, strong hands were placed on my waist, barely gripping. "I've got you."

You nearly let go of the hold by how startled you were.

Softly, he nudged your body upwards, tilting it a little. "Shift your weight like this, gather momentum and reach for the next hold."

With newfound determination and a little heat in your cheeks that probably did not come from physical strain you tried to follow the lead of his hands. Having someone hold you made the thought of leaping out less scary, you realized.

So you did, stretched your arm to full length, grabbing the next hold. Bakugo's hands quickly changed; your waist now being too far up, he settled for the back of your thighs. Right now, you didn't care about the questionable placement of his hands, your mind was drunk on exalation that you manged paired with the still present fear of falling down.

As you had thought, one of your legs lost its hold and swung through the air. Your foot hit something hard, and the next second Bakugo cursed loudly yet still hold you firmly. It had been his head. "Sorry," you shouted without looking down, somewhat scared that it would pull you down.

"Don't worry," he mumbled. "Just keep going. The worst part is done."

And he was right. As you went on, his hands completely vanished since you got too high. You didn't need them anyways, the rest was fairly easy.

You finished, climbed down, and jumped the last few feet, landing savily - and very, very happily - on the mat. With a proud smile you looked at Bakugo. "Thanks for the help. And sorry for your head."

He touched the spot you had to have hit. "Told you not to worry," he mumbled. "And no need to thank me. I hardly did anything, you did that on your own."

"Don't think so. You holding me helped a lot."

"Barely held you though," he softly said. His cheeks suddenly blushed. "Ah, sorry, by the way."

You blinked in confusion. "For what?"

"For touching you without asking before."

You laughed in surprise. You weren't aware that Bakugo had become that kind of considerate. It was cute. "Don't worry about that, Katsuki. I'll let it slide for once, next time though..." You teased and left the playful threat unspoken.

The next moment, you noticed your mistake. "Shit. I'm sorry, Bakugo. Old habits die hard."

The blush on his cheeks got darker as he suddenly avoided your gaze. "I don't mind. Call me whatever you want."

"Oh, whatever I want?" you kept teasing, but then you realized that that kind of equivocation might be far too inappropiate towards someone who you hadn't seen in years. Now, it was the two of you who were blushing awkwardly. "Ah, forget what I said, please," you softly asked in embarrassement.

"Heh," Bakugo snorted with a smirk. "You're still a dumbass, I see."

"Fuck you, Katsuki," you frowned.

His smirk didn't falter. "So, which one do you wanna do next?"

You raised your eyebrows. "Why you asking? You wanna tell me again how I won't be able to manage?"

Now, his lips dropped, looking at you with startlement and a little bit of guilt. "You know I wasn't serious, right?"

"Oh." Gosh, why were you so awkward today? "You weren't?"

"Of course not," he mumbled. "Your friends are right. Your technique is good. No doubt you wouldn't manage."

"Oh," you simply replied.

The silence was heavier than it should be.

"So," Bakugo cleared his throat. "Wanna do more routes together?"

"Sure," you immediately reply asking yourself if the answer had come too fast. "But I guess my friends..." You wanted to gesture to them, yet you had realized they weren't where they had been before you had started climbing. You found them at the snack bar, gazes suddenly snapping to other directions. As if they had observed the two of you the entire time.

"Idiots," you exhaled to yourself, yet you strangely felt a wave of gratitude.

You were in a weird mood today.

Finally, you turned to Bakugo again with a smile. "Yeah, let's climb together."

"Nice," he replied and did something you had barely ever seen him doing; he smiled at you.

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vro0m’s rewatch - 144/310

2014 Japanese GP

Warning : this is the race during which Jules Bianchi's ultimately fatal accident occurred.

Here are some important points before you proceed :

I put a clear warning in the review to indicate when the accident happens, so if you want to read what happened in the race before that and then stop, you can.

There are obviously no gifs of the accident, of the crash site, of the ambulance, or anything like that.

There are written descriptions of what happened in the broadcast as in all my race reviews (i.e. the events, the comments, etc.) but there is no description of the crash itself, which btw was thankfully not shown in the broadcast, or anything graphic.

At the end of this review, after another clear warning, I explained what happened during the crash (still no graphic description but a medical explanation of the injury Jules sustained), the events that occurred after it until his death, and the consequences it had on the sport

Read at your own discretion.

It's raining (as we know).

Seb has announced that he will leave Redbull. Horner has kinda said he will go to Ferrari but it's not actually been announced yet. Eddie Jordan isn't sure it's a good move because he says that Ferrari is in turmoil with changing personnel and no clear leader (I can't believe nothing has changed in 8 fucking years, that says a lot about how bad the situation is). Seb says it's tough to go but he wants to do something new and it felt like the right time. He says he's not running away because things are difficult.

Quali report. Lewis crashed in practice but the car was repaired in time for quali. Seb couldn't do better than 9th. Daniel outqualified him again but he's only 6th. Massa struggled all weekend but ended in 4th while Valtteri is 3rd. Lewis gave his all but it's Nico on pole this time.

There's a whole segment about how the weather is gonna affect the race, it's really eerie.

In an interview Nico says about Lewis that their relationship is neutral at the moment but he has no doubt there are other hard times ahead given their current battle for the title.

Perez goes off while heading to the grid. The conditions are really really bad. There's no apparent damage to the car though.

It's gonna be a safety car start. It's really raining very very hard. I honestly can't wait for this review to be over, ngl. I'm very apprehensive. I'm gonna check on what lap the accident happened to brace myself.

And they're racing going.

Remember : no formation lap when they start under safety car. Bono tells Lewis it's much wetter than when he got to the grid as it rained even more heavily while they were on the grid waiting for the start. He's told to be careful. He answers that the safety car needs to go faster. The drivers are complaining that their brakes are cold. It's lap 2 under the safety car and there's already one spin, from Ericsson. He's pushed back by the marshals and then spins back around and goes again. Lewis asks Bono to make sure Nico doesn't do any dramatic stop because he can't see him. They're literally metres from one another, that's how bad the visibility is. And yep. Red flag.

Weirdly the SC brings them into the pits rather than back to the grid. They line up behind it in the pit lane. All the little tents are put up.

10mn warning.

And here they go again, under safety car.

And Alonso DNFs. Stopped on the track. Out of the car. Oof the crane comes out. I know it's not now but fuck.

On the replay we see his car simply stopped.

Both Lewis and Daniel report the track is drying up well and suggest they should be able to race soon. A couple of laps later, Lewis : "Charlie, the track is fine. We've already done two more laps already. The track is good." Then a little while later he adds it's almost good enough for inters now. Jenson agrees it's pretty much inters now. And the safety car is gonna come in at the end of lap 9. No need to update you on the order as nothing as changed, obviously.

Lap 10. They're racing now. And here you go. First Jenson and Maldonado pit. And then a couple of laps later it's Bottas, Daniel, Magnussen, Raikkonen, Kvyat, Perez, it's chaos. Then Massa and Seb a lap later. Oof it was close in the exit lane… oh. It's weirdly Jules Bianchi P3 then, as he hasn't stopped yet. Nico is called in. It's a very quick 2.6 stop. Bianchi pits. The gaps are unbelievable. Lewis is 22 seconds ahead of Nico which makes sense given the pit stop but Nico is still 13 seconds ahead of Jenson who's now P3. Lewis pits. 2.8. Here's Nico in the straight… he's just 1.8 ahead. Seb overtakes Massa for P5 and here comes Daniel, they're wheel to wheel but Massa has the pace to match him! He keeps him behind, beautiful driving. Lewis is gaining on Nico. A lap later, Daniel has overtaken Massa and Seb overtakes Valtteri for P4. It's another Williams - RedBull sandwich but it's still a Williams RedBull sandwich. And then Daniel overtakes Valtteri as well.

It's lap 20. Bono tells Lewis the forecast says no rain to the end of the race but low certainty. He's now just a second behind Nico. Then it's still Jenson, 18 seconds down, and Seb, 13 seconds further, with Daniel not far behind him in P5. Then as we've mentioned Valtteri and Massa, Hulkenberg, Raikkonen and P10 goes to Kvyat. 3 laps later Lewis can't seem to close that gap for good. Oh he's actually losing on him now. Mmh. Oh and that's a botched pitstop for Ferrari. Raikkonen stays in his box for 11.1 seconds. On lap 25, DRS is enabled. That puts Lewis very close to Nico, close enough to attack, but the grip still isn't good. Phewww that's close racing in bad visibility, Lewis be careful please. They're half a second apart. Ooh no Lewis slips around and goes wide! Caught it but it's scary scary. It doesn't matter, he's back 0.4 behind Nico immediately and "ROUND THE OUTSIDE GOES LEWIS HAMILTON, INTO THE LEAD GOES LEWIS HAMILTON!"

Lap 30. Seb pits. Lewis is already 3.6 seconds in the lead. 3.9. 4.4. Unbelievable. He's so fast! Jenson pits from P3. It's not a good one. Seb is ahead. 20 laps to go now, although of course they never reached the end of these laps. Nico is called in. Somehow he pits first? He's out behind Daniel in P3. Magnussen spun but carried on. Lewis says his tyres are okay. He pits not long after though. Out in P2, 3.8 seconds ahead of Nico. We hear it's starting to rain again in the pitlane. We're getting close. Magnussen unlapped himself from Daniel in a very daring way but they managed not to touch so hats off to them because it was extremely close. Daniel pits. The drivers are starting to struggle with grip again. We see replays of Magnussen and JEV going wide. I'm getting really nervous for what's to come. At the front, Lewis is flying 8 seconds ahead of Nico, with Seb P3, and Jenson split the Redbulls. Seb goes wide too. Bottas pits from P6. Bono : "Caution turn one, some cars running wide." Lewis : "It is raining more." Bono : "So we need to keep these tyres in as good a state as we can. This rain looks like it may build."

It’s lap 40. Lewis sets the fastest lap. The conditions are visibly worsening but Daniel still attacks Jenson for P4. He overtakes him. But Jenson overtakes him back. I'm stressed. It's dark and foggy now. Lap 41. Lewis is over 10 seconds in the lead. We can barely see anything from the TV broadcast, I don't want to imagine what it's like inside the cars. Hindsight is 20/20 but it's insane to let them race like this. DRS is disabled. Lewis : "It's raining more. Seems like it's getting heavier and heavier." Bono : "Yes copy that Lewis that's what we see. Seems like it's just getting heavier. OK Lewis you're still the fastest man out there, so just keep it on the black stuff." Daniel attacks Jenson again but he can't get ahead. Lap 42. Magnussen gets on the full wets. Daniel overtakes Jenson.

Warning : this is when the accident happens

Yellow flags. Sutil is in the barriers. The marshals are busy around him. He gets out. Lap 43. Ahhh my heart is beating out of my chest. The crane Jules Bianchi is gonna crash into is out now. Sutil's car is hooked on it. For some reason a marshal in a tower right behind it is waving a green flag? Lap 44. There's a safety car coming out as we see Lewis slow down. The medical car is also deployed. The journalists don't know what's happening, they thought Lewis had an issue. They wonder if Sutil is okay. Oh I'm so glad we didn't see it live, I was worried they would just show it. Tbh, they didn't really care about that for most of my rewatch, they just showed crashes as they happened. They must have known immediately it was bad. A lot of teams get ready for pit stops. We see the medical car parked next to the crane but we don't see Jules' car. Lap 45. As we see that, Brundle and Crofty start to understand something bad has happened. They go very quiet. The pit stops keep going. I wonder what the drivers saw as they went past the accident. The visibility is so, so bad. Ted is also wondering what happened, if there was an issue with the marshals there. Someone says they're seeing the doctor and a stretcher being used, but they still don't know for who it is. They say they see Adrian Sutil and it doesn't seem to be for him then. They think it's for a marshal. I'm nauseous. Brundle says "there's not another car in there is it?" and Crofty answers "well I just wondered because…" and then he exclaims a little "there's a Marussia there!" and then "Jules Bianchi is out of this race and I've just seen a piece of Marussia body work as confirmation there… uh… that it is Bianchi in that incident." Thankfully we still don't see anything. Crofty wonders if Bianchi went off as Sutil went off or if he hit the car afterwards. "Did he… has he hit the truck?" says Brundle. There's an ambulance on the track now. We see the Marussia team, they're obviously very very concerned. It's lap 46. It's really inexplicable that they kept all the others going around next to that accident this whole time. You're calling for an ambulance, you know it's bad. Stop the race. We get a race control announcement that there's an ambulance on track at turn 15. Hulkenberg has stopped at the end of the pitlane. This area of the track is incredibly foggy. Red flag on lap 47.

We don't know it quite yet but it's the end of the race. Lewis wins, Nico P2, Seb P3. None of that matters.

The cars are back in the pitlane. We hear sirens. We hear from Ted. He speaks in a hushed hurried voice. He sprinted down the pitlane to talk to the Marussia team and he's out of breath. He says Bianchi's manager and engineer are trying to get to the medical centre but they haven't been allowed in. They didn't hear anything on the radio from Jules, he says. He says they asked if he was okay and they didn't hear back. He adds that it doesn't mean anything but he's letting us know that's the information he's received. We're informed the race won't be resumed. Ted says the medical centre is in complete chaos, the FIA press delegate having to force open the doors to let Jules' team members in. (Why would you do that, why wouldn't you think there's a reason why they're kept out?) "This is… very irregular," he says. He's still out of breath but also from the start you could hear the terrible concern in his voice. He knows, he truly knows it's bad. He says he doesn't really know what's going on and has never seen anything like it. The team is really keen to get some information. He asks if we know if the ambulance has taken Jules to the medical centre yet. Brundle says they haven't seen it yet. As he says that, Ted says he's just now seeing the ambulance come down the pitlane. They're describing its path. Ted says there's chaos and confusion and disorder at the medical centre. He speaks very gravely. He says the team members have now been allowed in the medical centre. We see Lewis out of his car walking down the pitlane. He taps his team members shoulders but does not celebrate. He does not take off his helmet. I wonder what they were told, there's nothing on the race transcript. I wonder if they knew something really bad had happened. Niki shakes his hand, Toto stops him to tell him something in his ear through his helmet. I wonder if he tells him there's been an accident. Crofty says he indeed thinks he's explaining what's happening.

They're in the cool down room now. Lewis and Nico shake hands briefly. Oh. Nico is talking with Herbie Blash and another man and Herbie makes a gesture, with his right fist hitting the flat of his left hand. It makes me sick. Nico comes back into the room. He stands really close to Lewis and whispers something to him, he looks emotional.

Lewis looks up and says "Bianchi?". Nico nods. It's really sinking in for everybody now. Seb is still not there. Lewis stays back to the camera. He signs himself discreetly.

He heads out of the room as well and joins the officials, with Nico on his heels. Herbie closes the door on them briefly after, and they head back in. It's lasting very long. They both half smile to the camera at two different points in time but you can tell they're worried. Nico in particular looks genuinely distraught. Lewis is hiding still, away from the camera. Seb finally gets there. Shakes Nico's hand, says something to him with a very serious face. He's not smiling either. He looks very concerned as well. He sighs. He waits for Lewis to turn to him, they shake hands as well, with a nod that says "we both know".

Cut to Horner in the pitlane waiting for the podium under an umbrella. He truly looks aghast as well. The atmosphere is eerie. It's very quiet out there. Ted describes it as "stasis". He says he's had to tell a couple of teams himself what they thought had happened.

They come out for the podium with very low-key body language. Very minimal applause. The announcer says it's time for the champagne. They look at each other.

There's no music. Oh here it comes. Eesh. They clink their bottles and drink. Nobody sprays champagne.

The faces in the crowd are sombre. They pose for the picture.

It's Nigel Mansell doing the interviews on the podium. Lewis says it's been a very difficult weekend, very tricky conditions. "We hope that Bianchi is okay." They talk about his very good pace and him getting into a groove at some point. It's completely silent. No cheer, no shouting, no whistling, nothing. Not even a whisper. It feels extremely strange.

Nico says it's been a great weekend for the team, he says the fans have been spectacular. Congrats to Lewis. "Of course with my thoughts at the moment I'm with our colleague Jules, because appar– well, the team's quite serious so I really wish him all the best." Nigel says that we all do and we unfortunately don't have any news at the moment.

Seb says it was incredibly tricky but good fun, concentration was high. He got lucky getting up here because they just pitted at the right time. Great race and they had great pace at some points as well, "and last but not least best wishes to Bianchi obviously…"

Nigel keeps interrupting them all it's extremely annoying he didn't listen to one word they said. At the end he says again "wishes to Bianchi and our thoughts are with him". And Lewis says "arigatō gozaimasu".

Warning : further information on the accident and its consequences

All that follows is a description of what happened during the accident (no graphic details but there’s a medical explanation of the injury he sustained), what happened after that, and the consequences Jules’ death had on the sport

Jules’ car hit the rear of the crane so hard that Sutil’s car, which was still suspended from it, fell back down. According to calculations from the FIA’s world accident database, the impact took place 2.61 seconds after Jules lost control of his car, at a speed of 123 km/h and at its maximum, it generated a force of 254G. As we know from the broadcast, Jules was unconscious. He was treated at the crash site then transported to the track’s medical centre, then by ambulance with police escort to the hospital. They couldn’t use the helicopter because of the weather conditions. The Marussia CEO visited him in the hospital, as well as the team principal John Booth who stayed there even after the next GP. Ferrari’s team principal Marco Mattiacci (as it was revealed the day after the accident, Jules was supposed to become Ferrari’s 3rd driver in 2015) and Felipe Massa also went to see him.

His parents got there the next day and were joined 3 days later by his siblings as well as Lorenzo Leclerc (Charles’ older brother), his best friend. Gerard Saillant, the president of the FIA Medical Commission also came to Japan, as well as the professor Alessandro Frati, a neurosurgeon from Rome, who was called there by Ferrari. A statement indicated that Jules suffered a diffuse axonal injury. It means he had widespread injuries in his brain. It’s similar to what occurs in shaken baby syndrome. It usually causes coma and 90% of patients with severe DAI do not regain consciousness, those who do have severe impairments. For this reason, the first update the family gave stated that he was in a “desperate” condition. Doctors said it would be a miracle if he survived. While in Japan, Jules was on a ventilator. One month after that, he was taken out of his artificial coma and started breathing on his own. He was then brought back to France, to be closer to his family. In July, however, his father said the lack of progress since the accident made them lose their optimism. 4 days later, on July 17, 9 months after the accident, Jules Bianchi passed away. A lot of drivers attended his funeral service in Nice.

The circumstances of the accident were investigated by the FIA and prompted changes in security measures, such as research on closed cockpit concepts, the introduction of the virtual safety car system, and changes in times at which races could take place as to avoid sunsets and visibility problems.

RIP Jules Bianchi

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week 25: training camp scare: "that looked really bad"

prompt from the off-season winter sport challenge

pairing: Justin Murisier/Mauro Caviezel, Marco Odermatt/Gino Caviezel (implied)

characters: Justin Murisier, Mauro Caviezel, Gino Caviezel, Marco Odermatt, Semyel Bissig

length: 1040 words

The rock face stretched into the cloudless sky, impressive from afar and something on the verge of terrifying up close. There were two blotches standing out in the sea of dark grey, Justin in blue and Gino in orange, both of them tiny compared to the masses of the crag. Hannes had considered it a good team bonding event to take them all climbing and it had indeed been all fun and games until Gino had announced he wanted to try the red route, which signed the most difficult one, at least once before packing up. Justin then had turned things more exciting by suggesting a race to the top to see who was faster. Given the fact that neither of them had a lot of experience in this sport, Marco was rather worried. Still, Hannes and Renzo hadn’t wanted to stop the two. If all, they were impressed by their ambition. Standing at the foot of this monstrous wall with nothing else to do than to watch them certainly didn’t help Marco’s nerves.

“Gino must’ve gotten training in Italy or he would’ve backed out, wouldn’t he?”, Semyel asked. He was standing next to Marco and had the camera his phone fixed on the competition, to have solid prove of the winner in case it would turn into a close call.

“Don’t know”, Marco mumbled absentmindedly. He was chewing on the inside of his cheek, hands hidden in his pockets so the others wouldn’t see the obvious signs of his nervousness.

In the wall, Justin looked up. His current position gave him the chance to catch a breath while the sharp edges of the rock were cutting in his hands. He caught Gino’s gaze who was resting himself a few meters above Justin.

“Are you getting tired, old man?”, he asked. Justin wanted to show him the finger but then he heard something crack and the next thing he knew was that he was falling. Justin had gone through more injuries and potential traumatic experiences than he had ever intended to. But this second right now, where he could actually see the wall coming closer and his brain switched to autopilot and made him stretch out his feet to prevent crashing against it was by far the worst in his life. Only when he could feel his body being still again, Justin dared to look around. He had only dropped by half a pitch; Gino was still secured where he had been before and the ground was still far below. Justins heart was pumping in his chest and he was breathing heavily. That could’ve ended a lot worse, he thought to himself.

“Are you hurt?”

“No, everything okay!”

“Alright, let’s get down before we get ourselves killed.”

Justin protested. “You go down, I want to finish this!” He reached for the next edge and had caught up with Gino in no time again. Once they were on the same level, Gino eyed him from head to toe to make sure Justin really hadn’t hurt himself.

“You really think you can keep going?”

“Yes! Now get moving before I need to listen to you complaining about how it wasn’t a fair finish!”

Justins phone rang the same second as they all climbed out of the minivan that had brought them back to the hotel. He let himself fall behind the others so they wouldn’t immediately know who he was talking to. Although, it probably was terribly obvious thanks to the huge smile that was urging itself on his face.

“What are you still doing up?”, he asked while kicking a pebble around on the parking lot. Mauro scoffed gave him a humourless laugh in return.

“You really think I'm able to sleep after something like that? It looked really bad, are you okay?” It took Justin a second to understand what Mauro was talking about exactly.

“You mean the climbing? It was nothing, don’t worry.”

“Did you hit your head? That was not nothing, you could’ve hurt yourself, people have died doing something so risky, are you out of your mind-”

“Mauro, calm down! I’m okay, I promise.”

The line fell silent and Justin hated the feeling that spread inside of him. A mixture of missing Mauro and guilt about worrying him. He sat on the curb that separated the parking lot and the street. Mauro sighed.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking about the risks.”

“It’s just that I don’t want to see you injured again.”

Half a planet stood between them, yet Justin had no troubles picturing Mauro in a similar position as himself, at the kitchen table perhaps or maybe on the balcony, overlooking the starlit lake and the valley. “Wait, how come you even know about it?”, Justin eventually asked after they had talked about the nothings of the day.

“Semyel sent me a video. And don’t you dare to give Gino a head start, I only called you first because...well, the obvious.”

“Oh, you mean-” Mauro interrupted Justin before he got to finish the innuendo.

“No, we’re not doing that right now. I need to scream at Gino first.”

“Alright, but once you’re done with that, reckon you can call me back?”

“Mhm, we’ll see. Don’t get your hopes up. That idiot can be glad there’s a literal ocean keeping me from kicking his stupid ass.”

Justin failed in supressing his laughter and on the other side, Mauro was smiling to himself as well. It felt real and honest and the weight of the day was pulled off his shoulders when hearing Justin’s laugh. They kept on talking for a little longer, until Justin noticed Marco in the doorframe of the entry, gesturing Justin to hurry so they all could start with eating.

“I gotta go”, he said. “Don’t kill Gino or it’ll be up to me to comfort Marco.”

“Nothing anyone wants to do. Tell all of them I say hi, besides Gino.”

“Will do. I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

They hung up and Justin paced back to the hotel. For no money in the world would he have wanted to be Gino right now and he figured that warning Marco about what was about to happen would be the least he could do.

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