#// god the dr3 side feels so empty

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SAUDADE ✦ DR3

“Saudade” is a Portuguese word that carries a profound and complex meaning, often described as a deep emotional state of longing or nostalgia. It transcends mere language; it's a state of being, an emotion that seeps into the soul and lingers like an echo in the heart. It encompasses a mix of emotions, including melancholy, yearning, and a sense of emptiness, often accompanied by fond memories of past experiences or relationships. In the context of love, "saudade" captures the bittersweet essence of missing someone deeply, even when they are physically present or long after they are gone. It is the ache of the heart that comes from loving and losing, a poignant reminder of the depth of connection and the enduring power of love's impact on our lives.

✦ PAIRING: daniel ricciardo x famous!latina!reader

✦ PIT BOARD: social media au | ✦ FC: becky g

✦ TRACK LIMITS: female!reader, latina!reader, age gap, language, lots of angst, heartbreak, drama, internet meanies, mentions of mental health struggles, assholes.

✦ MAY'S RADIO: uh holi, loves 👀 sorry for the delay, but I hope you guys enjoy this chapter 👀 it's a little short but as present for not posting in March, I present to you: a bonus chapter hehe okay, byeeee *runs away as fast as she can*

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JANUARY 1, 2022

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yourinstagram Starting the New Year on a bright note! ✨ Wearing yellow to channel optimism and positive energy as we dive into this new year. 💛 I'm so so so grateful for all the love and support you've shown me throughout the past year and I'm excited to continue this journey together in 2022. Here's to another year of growth, laughter, and cherished memories! Siempre para adelante, mi gente! 🎉

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danielricciardo Mi reina ❤️‍🔥

user1 I wanted to take this space to thank you for the happiness you have brought me over the years. Your music or your works of art have been a constant company in moments of joy, sadness and everything in between. Your talent is enormous, but so is your ability to connect with your fans in a unique way. Your humility and gratitude show that, despite the success, you are still a close and authentic person. Thanks for all that you do!

camila_cabello Good god woman have mercy

kylieminogue you are sensationally exquisite 💛✨

xtina my angel ❤️

user2 jawline could cut a diamond 🥶

user3 muy buena artista pero sobrevalorada respecto a su belleza, y no digo que no sea guapa sino sobrevalorada

user4 you could wear the rainbow if you wanted and that would still not make you relevant or give you any talent

user5 she always tries too hard

user6 watch out for Regina George in sheep's clothing

anitta Feliz ano novo para você Rainha 😘

diplo 💛

user7 the fact that they spent new year's day apart and on different sides of the world speaks volumes

user what? that they both wanted to see their families? grow up

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⥂ translation: Everything I do and comes out of me it's because I'm feeling it, it's okay if no one else feels the same way. Two people can never ever feel the same at the same time.

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danielricciardo Back seat baby seat bangers 🎶

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yourinstagram this is all anyone needs to have a great day ❤️ please send me his manager's contact, I've been looking for a male backing vocal for my next album and I think he can be the perfect choice 😌

danielricciardo yourinstagram ah, you see, he's a really sought-after artist so he's super busy. But I know his uncle and he's interested on the job, only thing is that he likes to be paid with kisses 💋😏 yourinstagram danielricciardo tell him to contact me, I think we will be able to work out the payment details soon 😌

yourinstagram btw how is it possible that he's that big now if I saw him like yesterday and he was this 🤏🏽 small 🥺❤️

user1 is the copying the hand movements for me 😂❤️

user2 so this is how Y/N's future is gonna look like 👀

userA all that's missing is the ring 👀 userB yeah danielricciardo stop being lazy my friend 👀

user3 you're gonna be a great dad one day ❤️🥺

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user4 siempre dije que no quiero ser mamá, pero después de ver esto... yourinstagram mi reina quién pudiera ser vos 😮‍💨

user5 coisa mais linda! ❤️

user6 Daniel really sang his heart out to that song lmao

user7 you have really shit taste in music mate

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yourinstagram Te amo con el alma, porque el alma nunca muere ❤️ happy 2 years, mi Danielito 🥰

⥂ translation: I love you with my whole soul, because the soul never dies ❤️

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danielricciardo My forever partner in crime ❤️

user1 cuide a ese hombre yourinstagram, que tu y yo no somos amigas 🫡

user2 oh God I'm so single 😩

mileycyrus so much love and happiness for you both ❤️❤️❤️

user3 THAT LAST PHOTO IT'S GIVING I'D MARRY YOU WITH PAPER RINGS 😭 SO 1 + 1 = THEY ARE GETTING ENGAGED‼️‼️

userA I'm so calling it, it is happening 🤩

user4 LIL BLAKE SIGHTING 😍😍😍

hermusicofficial favs

user5 she was talking seriously when she recorded A mi me gustan mayores 😅

userA será que aplica el "A mí me gustan más grandes. Que no me quepa en la boca..." con él?? 👀👀👀 yourinstagram userA los besos que quiera darme? 👀 sí, aplica 🤭😈 userB OMFG Y/N???!!! LMAOOO iamdannaschwarz yourinstagram that's enough internet for you today 🙅🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

chloestroll did he really cook? 😂

yourinstagram chloestroll he did! and it was really good actually 🥰 I felt ✨spoiled✨

oliviarodrigo mom and dad 💜

user6 the first pic is making me feel something. i don't know how to put that something into words though 🥵 *bi panics*

userA JUST A BIG FUCKING OOF I GUESS 🥵 userB they served cunt as per usual userC I grunted and groaned and moaned 🫠😩

user7 I'm so tired of them omg yeah, you're "in love", we see you, now stop shoving it at our faces every chance you have 🙄

fioamato congrats Sandy and Danny 😜💖

iamdannaschwarz Baby and Danny 😜💖 itsvittoriasousa nah, more like Troy and Gabriella landonorris Belle and the Beast 😜 yourinstagram landonorris aww did littol landow nowis just called me beautiful? 👀😊 landonorris nvm I take it back. Fiona and Shrek* 😌 yourinstagram landonorris well that makes you the donkey 😂

user8 every time I remember that there's a 9 year gap between them I wanna puke 🤮

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danielricciardo happy 2 years mi vida ❤️

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user "mi vida" brb gonna go chew on a live wire 😭

yourinstagram let's do this for a lifetime ❤️♾️

danielricciardo you have yourself a deal, Chip ❤️

user2 hey God, it's me again...

martingarrix ❤️❤️❤️

user3 these adorable videos ending with daniel squeezing y/n's butt is so dan-y/n core 🥹😝

marcusstoinis congrats, lovebirds ❤️

user4 did they leave their own love lock on the fence? 🥹😭

userA I don't think we'll ever find it, but I'm sure they did 😭

landonorris congrats on putting up with him this long yourinstagram ❤️

joshallenqb 🍾❤️

user5 somethin something "find a beautiful love, make sure they know they are your morning light" playing while the sunset iluminates her and cutting to "and that you'll never let go till the day that you die" while he has his arms around her 😭😭😭

userA THIS HERE IS LOVE 😭 THIS HERE IS LIFE 😭 userB something something he's got a tattoo of that song's title 😭 userC somebody get me a fucking doctor I feel like my heart is about to burst

scottyjames31 my favorite celebrity couple 😌

caamp we love you guys ❤️

user5 grandpa copping a feel 🤢

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danielricciardo Better this week than next… Unfortunate to miss the test, but I’m starting to feel better. I’ll stay isolated and just focus on next weekend. Big thanks to Lando & McLaren for the heavy lifting, I owe you some beers (milk for Lando). Appreciate the well wishes from everyone as well.

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landonorris get well soon mate!

georgerussell63 speedy recovery danny ric 💪🏻

user did you and Y/N broke up??? please tell me it's a lie

user2 Y/N hasn't liked nor comment yet and it's been 2 whole days since he posted this

userA why whould she? they are quarantining together, she doesn't need to comment or liked every single post he makes. They are probably sitting side by side right now userB userA there's actually rumours that she was seen leaving the hotel in a rush yesterday and fans are already speculating if they broke up

user3 I hope you feel better soon Dan! I know we all wish to see you in action next weekend!!

user4 "milk for Lando" lmaooo i love them your honor <3

user5 this is your year mate don't let any setbacks bring you down 💪🏻

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f1wags It seems Danny Ricc has moved on quickly 👀 Just after a week since the confirmation of his break up with Y/N, a few fans have reported sightings of the driver with actress Heidi Berger —who has been linked to him a few times these past months— around Monaco.

The blonde is the daughter of former Austrian F1 driver Gerhard Berger and former Portuguese model Ana Corvo.

This love triangle drama just keeps getting juicier and more complicated! 🔥 What are you thoughts, did the Aussie cheated on his ex-girlfriend as some people say? Did he moved on too fast? or did he do the right thing? Let us know in the comments!

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user I actually feel bad for Y/N, not a fan of hers at all but it must be hard to see the man you were talking of marriage with a month ago, move on from your relationship so quickly and easily. if it were me in her shoes, I know it'd really mess my head up 😕

user2 idc if he'd not been with Heidi physically while being with Y/N, it's still treason to be emotionally involved with someone else while you're in a relationship. I believe he already had feelings for Heidi while still being with Y/N because how the fuck can you move on from a whole 2-year relationship in two weeks?? I only hope Y/N is doing okay and that she gets to heal and find someone better for her 😞

user3 you can try to defend him with all the arguments you can think of but at the end of the day, he is still just a rich man. It's funny how you've been all pointing fingers at the innocent while playing lawyer to the guilty.

user4 I'm a Danny Ricc fan but I think this was too fast too soon, at least have some respect for your ex who stood by your side through the highs and lows of the past years, smh so disappointed

user5 Get over it already! He moved on to someone better, as he should. Let the poor man alone! He's been single for weeks! He's allowed to see anyone he wants! Stop whining about it, Y/N just wasn't enough, as simple as that 🤷🏽‍♀️

user6 I'm actually super worried for him, he's not himself lately. Just a few weeks ago he was calling Y/N the love of his life and now this? All jokes aside, I think he's self-sabotaging. He looks like a shell of his old-self, he is not smiling as bright as before, he's super quiet now and if you pay attention to him during interviews, he fidgets a lot and sounds so insecure when asked about his driving. GO TO THERAPY BABE!!!

userA you are reaching, babe! lmaoooo he's fine, he just got tired of that snake 🤪

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user i guess this is the confirmation we've been waiting for

user2 how can you move on from a 2 year relationship so fast??

user3 ugh men are so fucking unbelievable

userA jokes on all those whiny fangirls of his, turns out it wasn't he who deserved better, it was HER.

user4 he is a joke just like his driving lmao

user5 Heidi is so much better than that wannabe singer, she was just a plaything for him 🤣

user6 I'm so glad you opened up your eyes daniel

user7 so all those rumours have been true smh y'all were attacking Y/N nonestop for the smallest interactions with the opposite sex, and none of those rumours proved to be true but I'm not seeing the same energy directed towards him now that the rumours about him were actually true!

user8 I just know that the break up album is gonna be a banger 🔥🤪

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⇥ youtube search: falling (harry & y/n's duet version) - love on tour, london night 1

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JUNE 22, 2022

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yourinstagram burned other memories just to make room for these ones 🎞️❤️‍🔥

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user HI MOTHER!! WELCOME BACK WE MISSED YOU ❤️❤️❤️

user1 we love to see you living your best life!!! 🥰

user2 Can't wait to listen to the full version of the song she plays on the last slide 🤩

userA Daniel Ricciardo is shaking in his boots right now 🤪

machinegunkelly 🖤🥀🤘🏼

user3 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍

markhoppus kid what are you holding on your lap and why it isn't on my liquor shelf yet? 🤨

yourintagram sorry dad 😔 it's on its way to your doorstep right now 🤪 skyehoppus yourintagram make sure you are also included on the package arriving at our door, it's been too long honey ❤️ userA “dad”??? she knows mark hoppus?? what did i miss?? 😳 userB userA they have an on-going joke that mark found her wandering around and adopted her as one of the few blink-182's children along alex gaskarth and jack barakat from all time low 😂 she's super close with his family, too! I remember she collab on a song with him, but they didn't released it and then it got leaked, she did play it at a couple of concerts tho userC userB is it 'thank you & goodnight'? 👀 userB userC YES! I miss her pop-punk era 😔 that version she did of 'little lion man' was soooo good!!

user4 Baby Iza is on her way to hit a bitch (Daniel)

alexalbon I like pizza too 👀🍕

lilymhe sorry baby, bad bitches only 💅🏻

user5 OMG OMG WE'VE GOT HARRY, TAYLOR AND Y/N IN ONE POST?! THE HOLY TRINITY RIGHT THERE 😍

harrystyles ❤️

user6 I've got my two mothers in one photo 😭❤️

taylorswift Ms. Falls-a-lot 👻❤️

yourinstagram I swear I'm gonna scare you too next time 🙄😂

lilymhe walking among legends on this post 🙇🏻‍♀️ #blessed 🙏🏻

user6 I'm so happy that she's finally back ❤️ we need to flood her comment section with love 🥰

user7 Drama queen of this generation. Always playing the victim & tricking people into thinking that she's a mental health advocate. You're way too far from that. Cancel her 👍🏻🐍

user8 the caption: ICONIC 🔥

userA the taxi driver is twisting on his grave 😂🤪

user9 the old Y/N can't come to the phone right now, why? Oh 'cause she's DEAD! 😎

user10 most untalented celeb ever

fioamato where was my invitation? 🤨 yourinstagram iamdannaschwarz

iamdannaschwarz you got one, you just decided to ditch us for mr. i-have-an-art-gallery 🤨 yourinstagram iamdannaschwarz yessss expose her, dannita! 🤭 No te hagas de la víctima, mi corazón. We've got the receipts 😎🧾 fioamato I hate you both 🙄

user11 you should be ashamed to post a photo holding a tequila bottle when so many young people follow you. You should be a role model to them, not another alcoholic celebrity 🙄

user12 babygirl I hope you are doing better and feeling great! You deserve so much more ❤️

userA she's as fabulous as ever while he's floping big time, I call that karma 💅 userB not many people know how to truly appreciate the unique sazón and sabor of a Latina 🔥 homeboy couldn't handle the heat 🤭

user13 I know that album is gonna be 🔥🔥🔥

user14 attention seeker no wonder you always get dump for someone better

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[godessanonymous]

DR3 - Light as a feather

Request: No.

Genre: Smut

Triggers: Sex, Age gap(implied) yes this is filthy but oh well :>

Summary: A stressed out student and her hot proffesor try to relive some of that stress.

Not proofread - 3k words

You walked down the empty hall of the big old university building slowly; it was already late. No other students in sight anymore. A young good-looking professor had been giving lectures for your course for a while now. The tension was undeniable, glances exchanged after class, unnecessary Smalltalk being made, suggestive words being thrown into conversations. His classes were nothing but average, yet you still made sure you attended each and every single one of them. God you felt a little dirty for wanting your teacher.

You were equally nervous as excited as you continued the journey down the hall towards the big oak door of his usual lecture hall. Why did he want to speak to you? And why did this meeting have to be so late? You mind ran wild with the opportunities this talk could pose. A date? More than that? you stopped your train of thoughts. This was inappropriate.

You reached the door. Unsure what to do you knocked. Steps approached the door. The handle clicked down and the door swung open. You were met with the smile on Mr. Ricciardo’s face.

“Evening, please come in.” He said holding the door open for you to enter the room. The door clicks shut behind you.

“So I saw you were reading the book I recommended to you.” He said walking over to his desk, leaning against the edge of it. “How have you been liking it.” His eyes were focused on you. It was almost unsettling.

“Its good, I haven’t gotten that far into it yet, school is very demanding at the moment, loads of work to do.” You answered, unsure where this was going. “ That is understandable.”

“How have you been coping with all that stress? Seeing friends? Or perhaps a partner?” You were shocked, this was very straight forward. And unprofessional. Were you fantasies not too far off all this time? “Uh- I don’t no. I know how to cope with stress if that’s what you’re worried about.” You say, the slight shake in your voice almost going unnoticed. Almost. He had picked up on it. You were nervous.

“Hmm, I see. Perhaps I can still help you with that.” Excuse you?! Were your ears playing tricks on you? Surely this wasn’t what he meant right? The smirk on the man’s face proved otherwise. He really did just say that. “I wanna test something today, you’re always doing so good in class. The perfect student. The classic good girl. I want to prove that theory. Do me a favor, take out the book. Start where you left off. Read.” He spoke. His voice is getting a little lower than before. What was he asking you to do? Where could this lead?

The excitement was unbearable, but you couldn’t help but feel guilty. This wasn’t right. If someone were to see this, it would set an end to both of you guys’ careers before yours had even properly begun.

Under his waiting eyes you slowly slid your backpack off your shoulder. It hit the floor with a quiet thud. The sound of the zipper opening was almost deafening in the silence of the big hall.

You took the book into your hands, opening the page with your flower bookmark in it with shaky fingers. The words almost didn’t leave your mouth, suddenly so dry you could barely make a sound.

You started “Chapter Nine: The Ruins…”.

With your quiet voice filling the silence of the lecture hall, your professor left his place at the desk to slowly, very slowly walk toward you. Almost reaching the book held out in front of you, he stepped to your side, making a slow circle around your narrow figure. You stumbled over your words. Your usually so fluent flow of reading stuttering under the presence of the black-haired man.

One of his large hands grazing the side of your waist just barely, making you stop reading completely. “Did I tell you to stop, hm?” he chuckled into your ear. His breath was hot on your skin, yet it sent shivers down your spine. You picked up the sentence you failed at just a second ago.

Your voice now even quieter than before. His tall presence behind you splitting your attention from the small letters. His hand now fully settled on your hip making you suck in a deep breath. His body behind you being mere inches away from pressing up against yours.

“Tell me I am misjudging this, tell me to stop and I will.” He whispers into your ear making you shiver once again. You were too deep in now, fully playing along with whatever, he was planning.

You didn’t say anything. He took that as confirmation to keep going, a second hand laying on your body now. Resting up against your ass. His body getting even closer to yours and his lips just barely grazing your exposed right shoulder.

Feeling your compliance, he began placing full kisses up your shoulder toward your neck up, until right behind your ear. His hands never stopped moving from here on. Exploring the front of your body, slipping under the white university issued button up, dancing across your now exposed skin.

They were light yet thoughtful. Moving his body closer to yours in one swift motion. One of his hands moved up to your bra, but he didn’t do anything just yet, just resting it there.

You got lost in the feeling of his lips starting to get more demanding now the kisses getting more intense. Even sucking a small mark into the skin right below your ear.

Before you really knew what was happening, he grabbed your hips spinning you around to face him, you yelped at the sudden movement, your head spinning a little bit.

But there was no room for thought as his lips crashed into yours with a boldness and hunger that quickly took your breath away.

A small moan slipped your lips, the intense kiss being everything you dreamed of and more.

Body resting against yours Daniel took small steps toward his big desk, guiding your backwards with small steps until your ass hit the wooden edge of the desk. He broke the kiss leaving you both to gasp for air.

“So pretty.” he mumbled before turning his attention to the shirt still covering way more of your chest than he liked. With swift fingers he opened every single button, pushing the light fabric off your shoulders and somewhere into the blur that the rest of the room was.

All you had eyes for was him. His pink lips and the hunger in his dark eyes.

He was thinking, and everything pause for a second. The book was still in your hand, you somehow managed to hold onto it while your other hand had gripped the dark curly of the Australian for support throughout the make out.

“Turn around. Bend over the desk.” He ordered. The tone of his voice left no room for protest. “Don’t move.” So you stood there, your upper body resting on the dark wood of the desk. It was cold against your exposed skin, the thin bra not protecting the shivers from reaching your nipples.

“First piece of evidence to support my theory. You’re good at doing what you’re told. Good girl.”

The sentence sent shivers down your spine. You were a sucker for praise.

Daniel walked around the desk, slowly. Until he reached a drawer. It slid open with a tiny squeak.

You watched him pull out a big feather and another object you couldn’t quite make out. It left you confused.

He was quickly back behind you hand resting up against your aching lower half. His hand slipped under your skirt. Brushing over your thigh wandering up ever so slowly. You let out a small whimper.

He finally moved up. Fingers brushing up against the damp spot between your legs, your panties annoyingly in the way of direct contact. He made his way up your slit and pressed them ono your clit. You couldn’t help but let out a small noise.

“Hm, already so wet. You thought about this before, haven’t you? Well so have I.” He spoke in a deep tone, only making you ache more. His fingers quickly hooked the band of your underwear sliding it down your legs in a swift motion.

The second it hit the ground a small tap on your thigh ordered you to spread your legs a little bit. Your body acted on its own, no need for any conscious movement.

The fabric of your skirt now bunched up around your hips you waited, anticipated his next move. But nothing happened. There was just silence for a moment. Just as you wanted to ask what was going on his voice filled the air again.

“Well, I want to know how the story continues. Keep reading to me.”

You couldn’t believe your ears for a second. Keep reading? You were bent over his desk, body exposed, why would you read.

Noticing your hesitation he gripped your hips, bending over to whisper in your ear. “I’m not going to ask again.”

You propped yourself onto your elbows, sliding the book in front of you. His hands tracing your curves you opened the page back up you had started reading earlier.

You breathed out the first words shakily. What was happening.

Just as you finished reading the first sentence you were stopped, and surprised by a feather light sensation against your pussy. It made you gasp, the need for touch down there still prominent.

“Come on. Keep reading.” Daniel chuckled. Damn it that was the game he way playing? It was crazy.

And you fucking loved it.

Breath hitching again you kept reading, slowly. Doing your best to shift your focus and not let the teasing at your entrance distract you. You failed miserably.

“No baby, not there. Read it from the start. If you can get through this entire page without stopping maybe ill do a little more than… this.” He said brushing the feather across the skin of your back.

As you started to read again, Daniel continued the teasing. You couldn’t even get through he first paragraph. You needed more friction. The slight movements of the white feathers did not do nearly enough for how needy you were.

It took you all your willpower to make it through the first paragraph of the page. Daniel behind you was tracing his fingers across the middle of your back, resting it on your ass every now and then, while placing kisses on your body.

You were on fire. This was a terrible game.

You kept reading. Having to physically keep your legs apart. Not to shut them in a attempt at some friction.

You were about in the middle of the second paragraph as the touching of the soft white torture device stopped all of a sudden. You were startled by the absence of it for a second. You kept reading. The end is getting closer. More than halfway through the page now.

Your progress was quickly demolished as two fingers came down on your clit, moving slow circles around it.

You could feel the start of that familiar knot feeling in your stomach almost immediately. “Oops, you were doing so well. Come on, start from the top.”

You let out a frustrated groan before you started to read again.

You managed to get back to where you were. If he were to step up the intensity now, you’d be gone once again. You kept reading.

8 lines left.

5 lines left.

And that’s when he decided to ruin you again.

You were in the middle of a word when his fingers suddenly left your already overly sensitive nub and moved to tease your entrance. Not giving you a warning before moving just one finger in.

Not all the way. Just barely around the entrance, moving in slow circles. A needy moan escaped your lips as you finally felt him where you wanted you.

“Aw kitty, so needy. Ill give you a deal, start from the beginning of the third paragraph and if you make it through now ill finally give you what you want.” He spoke.

Overeager to finally get more you started up again.

He again didn’t do anything more until you were almost at the end. Right before you could start the last sentence he shoved deep inside of you, immediately adding another finger.

His fingers were big, filling you nicely. Curling up inside you to hit a sweet spot.

You tried to keep going through gritty teeth feeling that you weren’t to far from your orgasm. You failed, you head dropping into your hands and grinding back against the vicious hands of your teacher.

“No, no honey. Not like this, do that again.” He growled making you whine. His other hand placing on your lower back pressing you against the table taking your ability to move your body onto him.

“you can do that for me right? You’d do anything to please me.” He said again making your squirm underneath him.

He kept up a torturous rhythm, a pace barely not enough to get you right to the edge but rather leaving it just in sight but not able to be reached.

You read again, this time you made it. A moan left you body as the last word slipped off your tongue.

“Look at you, so good.”

His pace quickened. Moving you closer and closer. Your body fell forward onto the desk. Quiet pleas coming from your throat as your legs started shaking. “Please may i-“ you squeezed out.

“Come on hold it. Ill count.” You could practically hear the smug smile across his lips as the words slipped over them. And then he started his countdown, taking all the time he wanted. Starting all the way at ten.

You were so impossibly close. You physically had to hold back your high. It almost hurt. Whimpers left your mouth and a single tear made its way down your cheek.

3.

2.

…

1.

And that was all the queue you needed as stars crossed your vision. The knot in your body snapped, sending shockwaves all throughout. Daniel didn’t stop for a second, moving through your high dragging it out as long as he possibly could.

You were a mess, puddle at the mercy of his guidance.

“That’s right, make a mess.” He growled.

You were breathing heavily. Not even fully down from the state of bliss he had just sent you to.

He pulled you up, so you were facing him. The big desk supporting your shaking legs. You were pulled into a hungry kiss. His tongue making his way into your mouth taking control of the heated action.

“Second piece of evidence, Good girls only come when they are given permission.”

His hands grabbed your as cheeks as he lifted you up carrying you around the desk to his big leather chair.

He sat down, you were now situated on his lap.

“Take what you need baby.”

You didn’t have to be told twice as you made quick work of his shirt, pulling it over his head. You stopped to admire the permanent artwork displayed on his muscular chest. You traced them with your fingers and placed soft kisses around the neck of the god like man underneath you.

You swiftly got up to remove his pants and boxers freeing his hard cock. He was so turned on.

You ran your hand down to his length and collected a bead of pre-cum of his tip. He was big, you could take him but your sensitive pussy had something coming.

Before you could take it any further he reached behind you toward the desk and you heard the rip of a wrapper before he pulled the condom over himself.

After getting a approving look You crawled back onto him hovering above him for a second before slowly sinking yourself down.

You threw your head back in pleasure. He felt so good. Moving into you, hitting just the right places. Neither of you could hold bac the animalistic noises sparked by the pleasure.

He hit so deep inside you thought you could feel him in your stomach. Taking a second to adjust to his size you stopped. You could already feel another orgasm building.

You started moving your hips. Spelling out his name with your movements. The movement itself was already very stimulating.

Adding to it you moved up and down a bit. You could feel him twitch telling you he is close.

Your movements intensified chasing the release for the both of you. “Omg baby yes. “ He moaned.

Seconds later you came in unison, riding each others highs out till the very end. Collapsing into a heap of limbs. Breathless and sweaty.

“Good fucking girl, you are so amazing.” He said resting his head against yours.

“God Daniel, this was the hottest thing I have ever done.”

“Was? Baby I’m not done with you yet.” - Thank you for reading. Please feel free to send me requests i need ideas :>

[f1united]

Secret - DR3 Imagine

Part 4 to Zoo!

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3

Daniel Ricciardo Imagine

Summary: You share your pregnancy with his family

This contains mentions of pregnancy so please do not read if this is something you may find triggering!

Ever since you and Daniel had taken the digital test, he hadn’t left your side. The confirmation that you were growing a mini Ricciardo inside of you made him smile more than he ever had before, something that you thought was borderline impossible. He had booked a trip for the two of you to spend some time together before he was thrown back into the busy f1 season. It was as though you had just met for the first time, staying up late talking and not being able to keeps your hands off each other wherever you went. When you’d flown back to Australia nothing changed and you felt yourself falling in love with him all over again.

Daniel laid beside you in bed, one arm around your shoulders and the other holding up the precious scan photo of your little baby that had been taken yesterday. Ever since you’d been given it neither one of you could seem to stop looking at it in complete awe. Truth be told there wasn’t too much to see, you weren’t too far along but that didn’t seem to matter.

“Have you thought about how to tell your family today?” you asked, diverting you eyes from the picture to his. Today was the last day Daniel would see his family before you both headed back to Europe to finish preparing for the first race in just two weeks’ time. The annual barbeque had become a tradition and was always a lovely way to say goodbye.

You hadn’t told anyone about your pregnancy yet. You were somewhat scared that if people knew your little secret it would burst this bubble that the two of you had found yourself in. However, you knew that he probably wanted to tell his parents in person, and it was uncertain the next time that would be.

“Not really I just think I’ll know when the times right, they’re going to be so excited” you knew he was right. They would be so excited, and you didn’t have to even doubt for a second that they wouldn’t support the both of you.

“We should probably get up, they’ll be here soon” you didn’t want to move, you could’ve laid like this forever, but you did need to get ready and start the food prep. You slowly lifted yourself up, placing a kiss on Daniel’s forehead as he unwrapped himself from you. It wasn’t until you were on your feet that you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and let out a small gasp.

“Daniel look” his eyes snapped towards you and watched intently as you carefully touched the small bump. You hadn’t started showing much and you were sure that this was just being you hadn’t been to the toilet yet this morning but none the less it all started to feel a bit more real.

“Oh my god” Daniel climbed out of bed and stood behind you, placing his arms and hands over yours to hold the little baby too.

“I suppose I should go and pick out a floaty dress for the day” you smiled. It didn’t take long for everyone to arrive. You had let them all in while Daniel stayed in the garden with his barbeque and his beer. They never came empty handed and you gave them a hand carrying the food through to the dining table outside. His nephew was the first one to greet Daniel, shortly followed by everyone else.

“What does everyone want to drink?” you asked as everyone began to sit down. You figured this way you could pour yourself a soft drink without anyone noticing you weren’t on the alcohol too.

“Another one of these please” Daniel waved his beer can towards you and you nodded in acknowledgement.

“I’ll have a glass of white wine if you’ve got one please” His mum asked, shortly followed with an agreement of his sister while her husband followed suit.

You turned your attention towards his dad.

“I’ll come in and give you a hand” he replied to which you gratefully accepted.

“Isaac what about you?”

“What have you got” he asked as he ran around the garden.

“Oooooo where do I start, fizzy drinks, fruit shoots”

“Why don’t you go with Auntie Y/N and have a look” His mum suggested to which he nodded his head and ran towards the kitchen while you and Joe followed behind.

You opened the fridge stacked with drinks as Isaac held his hands up for up to lift him up. You placed him on your hip as you went through the different options with him until he decided on some lemonade.

“Now can I trust you to give Uncle Daniel his beer without drinking it before you get there?” you asked. “And then I’ll bring out your drink with mine?” The little boy nodded furiously as you handed him the can and put him down on the floor before watching him run off. You grabbed the lemonade and wine from the fridge and placed it next to the glasses Joe had just got out the cupboard. You felt your chest get warm at the site of Isaac passing Daniel the beer and giving him a hug in response.

“How have you been” Joe asked, snapping you out of your little daydream.

“Good actually” you replied, “Really good”.

“I can tell” he laughed slightly at how smiley you were. “I take it you won’t be having one of these” he nodded towards the wine he has cracked open and started distributing between the glasses. Your evident shock made him laugh once more. “Don’t worry, I got you a wine glass for your lemonade, no one needs to know” he gave you a small wink.

“Is it really that obvious?” You asked him as you finished pouring yours and Isaacs drinks.

“Not at all you just have this unmistakable pregnancy glow, Grace had the same thing when she was pregnant with Daniel. I don’t think anyone else has picked up on it” you breathed a sigh of relief at his honesty.

“We were planning on telling you all today” you admitted

“I knew as soon as he sent us those pictures of you away on holiday, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so happy. Grace insisted you’d secretly got engaged or eloped” you couldn’t help but laugh at his comment. You were so grateful for the relationship you had with Joe, and so was Daniel.

“I hadn’t even thought about that if I’m honest. We had the first scan yesterday” You pulled open the drawer to the left of you and placed it on the side. You knew you would have needed it close by to show the others at some point this afternoon, you just didn’t realise it would be so soon. His eyes filled up with tears slightly as he brought you in for a hug.

“Oh Y/N, I’m so happy for the both of you”

“I can’t wait to see him become a dad” you admitted as you buried your head in his shoulder in an attempt to reduce the tears.

“What am I missing out on here?” Daniel voice shocked the both of you as you let go of Joe and looked at the Australian walking through the kitchen towards you.

“We were just talking about how great of a dad you’re going to be” Joe smiled at his son as Daniel looked between the two of you slightly confused. “Oh come on she didn’t tell me I can just tell, I don’t know how your mother can’t. It just takes one look at the two of you to know there’s something going on. Plus, the last few times we’ve seen you, you haven’t been able to keep your hands off her belly. Usually they’re on her arse”. You let out a laugh at his comment as he gave Daniel a hug.

“Now lets go and eat, Dan can you carry some of these out?” Joe asked as you watched Dan slide the scan photo into his back pocket.

It wasn’t long before you all tucked into the food and spent the afternoon chatting about old memories and making new ones. A badminton tournament had broken out at one point, then Isaac had decided he wanted to go swimming so hopped into he pool with Daniel for a while.

It wasn’t until the sun started to set that you remembered you had dessert in the fridge.

“Ill come and grab them with you” Daniel stated as he got up from the table and held your hand as you both walked into the kitchen. The second you were out of sight from the others he pulled you in for a kiss. You giggled slightly at the taste of beer on his lips.

“What was the for Ricciardo?” you asked him as he hugged you tightly.

“What I’m not allowed to kiss my girlfriend anymore? The mother of my child?”

“Keep your voice down” you reminded him as he trailed a few kisses down your neck and collar bone. “Seriously what had gotten into you?” You giggled as he looked up to meet your eye, you could see the tipsiness dancing around them. “Your mum brought over some champagne for a toast to you leaving, I was thinking we could open it with dessert and tell them then?” Daniel nodded in front of you, almost immediately appearing to have sobered up as he planted his hands on your belly.

“I love you so much” he told you as he rested his forehead against yours.

“I love you more” you told him as you shared a kiss once more.

Joe began to fill up the champagne glasses once you’d both returned to the table as you began to cut everyone a slice of the cake you’d brought and it wasn’t long until Grace stood up with her glass in hand.

“I just wanted to raise a toast, to appreciating the time we’ve had with Daniel and to wish him all the best in the new season” Before everyone could cheers, Daniel stood up to and you felt your body become nervous with excitement as he held onto your hand tightly.

“Before we leave we just wanted to say how much we’re going to miss you so we have a picture that we want you to keep while we’re away” Daniel dug into his pocket and handed the image to Isaac first who was sat next to you.

“What is it?” he asked. You point at the small shape in the middle of the image.

“That right there is a picture of Baby Ricciardo” you moved your hands to your stomach and rubbed it slightly. “Who right now is sat in here” Gasps were heard all around the table as Isaac passed the picture to his mum.

“So it’s your baby?” He asked

“Mine and Daniel’s yes, it’s your little cousin” you told him.

“Oh my!” you looked over to Grace who was making her way towards you both with her arms wide open as you got up from your chair to embrace her.

“I’m going to be a nanny again” she cried as the rest of the table got up to congratulate you. “Joe get up your sons going to be a dad”

“Oh I know, she’s been on the lemonade all day” He chuckled. After the evening had come to an end and everyone had said their goodbyes you climbed into bed with Daniel and you both just smiled at one another as you realised that nothing was going to stop the love you both shared and that your baby might just be the most loved person in the entire world.

[catgrump]

consider: 4 (when did u last eat?) with naegami? //byakuya voice: food is for the weak, coffee is superior*

I did consider and I decided on something else lol

It’s still Naegami tho don’t worry 🥰😌

And it’s Post-Canon! This is like pre-SDR2’s events so uh mild DR3 Anime spoilers and some SDR2 spoilers!

🌻🌻🌻

Makoto looked over his desk and felt absolutely overwhelmed.

The recovered Hope’s Peak Academy files were strewn about and the words were all melting together in his mind.

He went to school with these kids, and it frustrates and agonizes him that he can’t remember who they were.

He picked up the nearest sheet of paper and looked at the name and ID photo printed on it.

“Where are you?” He begged the parchment for answers, as if it could speak back to him.

He looked at the face of this guy. The printer ink distorted it a bit, but he looks like he would’ve been such a nice person.

“Why can’t I find you in particular? Are you hiding?” He whispered his questions even though the office was bare, “It must be the Luck.”

He stared into the eyes of the shoddily printed black and white photograph, somehow hoping the one thing that tied him and this other former Hope’s Peak student together would send him a sign.

And the longer he looked and stared, the more his peripheral vision caught up with the other black and white photos on his desk.

The former students’ faces all spun around in his head, laughing at him. Taunting him.

His head was heavy and light at the same time. The room felt like it was spinning. The ticking of the clock’s second hand grew louder and louder and louder and louder

“AAAAHHHHH GOD DAMMIT GOD DAMMIT—“ he shouted from deep within his gut, slamming his fists down on the wooden desk, but suddenly caught himself, holding his forehead to attempt to stabilize, “god... dammit...”

His eyes were fluttering shut. He barely comprehended the door in front of him opening.

He could barely make out Byakuya’s look of panic and fear as Makoto’s vision went black and his head slammed down onto the desk’s surface.

———

“Makoto?”

“... huh?” Sound barely escaped from Makoto’s mouth as he came to.

Makoto’s eyes drifted up and shifted into focus to see Byakuya sitting beside him.

He just connected that the warmth on his back was Byakuya’s hand.

“I didn’t know you were still here,” Makoto hoarsely told Byakuya’s worried eyes

“I was about to leave when I heard you scream,” Makoto trembled when he realized Byakuya’s fingers were softly brushing back and forth across the fabric of his blazer, “You passed out for a few moments; when did you last eat?”

“Hah,” Makoto weakly chuckled, “Even now you find a way to criticize me... that’s so like you...”

Makoto felt his head get heavy again but was snapped back when Byakuya’s other hand held on to his cheek and jaw, trying to balance between fight and flight

“I’m not criticizing you, Makoto, I’m asking about your physical health,” Even now, his words had their signature venom and his face, as perfect as it was, had its signature scowl, “I don’t think I ever saw you leave this office today.”

“I made so much progress, Byakuya,” Makoto deflected, trying not to exert anymore energy than was necessary, “I found three of them. They travel in a pack; if one is around, the other two aren’t far behind—“

“Makoto—“

“And I think one of them is the source for the weaponized Monokumas loose in the city—“

“Makoto—“

“He’s the Ultimate Mechanic, Byakuya; if we get him, we can at least stop any more machinated monstrosities—“

Byakuya’s hold on Makoto’s face strengthened and he tilted Makoto to be at his level, “Makoto. I admire all the work you’re doing, but I’m worried you’re killing yourself.”

Makoto didn’t want to admit it, but Byakuya was right. He can’t remember the last time he had water to drink. He’s been in this room since early this morning, piecing together tips and clues and trying to disguise it all as routine business just running on cups of coffee.

The fact that this plan is being kept so under wraps is driving him mad enough.

But when he looks at Byakuya— a man he never expected to be the comforting hand— he feels confident in what they’re doing.

And then he felt his face heat up. He couldn’t determine if that was from embarrassment or exhaustion or... attraction.

“Byakuya?”

“Yes?”

“You never call me that.”

“What; your name?”

“I can’t...” his words were fuzzy and went from his brain to his mouth in milliseconds, almost as if he weren’t processing them at all, “I can’t remember you ever calling me Makoto.”

His hands were still there.

“Ridiculous,” Byakuya scoffed, “I’m sure I’ve—“

“I can’t remember, that’s all,” Makoto’s eyes were being drawn shut like curtains and his head was jerking forward with Byakuya helping him resist, “Maybe you have. I just can’t remember.”

“Makoto, I’m taking you to your room. You need to rest.”

“H-hide the papers, please,” Makoto asked, giving in to Byakuya’s care as he felt his body giving in to shutting down

Through his exhaustion, Makoto guided Byakuya through securing the documents from any other Future Foundation members’ eyes.

Byakuya carefully took Makoto’s arms and helped him up, making sure to go slow to avoid any vertigo

They were close. Makoto felt his body pressed against Byakuya’s as Byakuya held him up, leading him out of the corporate sector of the HQ, toward their rooms.

As tired as Makoto was— as much as Makoto’s body was screaming for rest— his mind was occupied by ‘close’.

He’s close to bringing in the Remnants.

He’s close to pinning down the locations of three of them specifically.

He’s close to Byakuya.

Makoto hasn’t had too much time lately to worry about this attraction that’s been in the back of his mind for... he doesn’t even know how long it’s been.

But every time Byakuya surprises him somehow— tonight especially— it comes back.

I guess pining can’t be repressed, he thought.

Makoto fished his room key out of his pocket and Byakuya snatched it out of his hand, unlocking the room for him.

He continued to aide Makoto in settling back down, gently bringing him to sit at the edge of his bed.

“What do you have in here to eat?” Byakuya practically demanded, starting to sift through Makoto’s drawers

“Huh?”

“I’m not leaving until I’m sure you’re okay,” he insisted, “You must have some sort of food in here.”

Makoto focused his eyes a bit and remembered, “there’s a sleeve of crackers in the nightstand.”

Byakuya aggressively opened the drawer and found them instantly, shoving them toward Makoto.

He also took note of the empty plastic water bottles littering the surface of said nightstand and grabbed one, crinkling the plastic in his fingers and storming into the bathroom

Makoto’s brain was suddenly processing.

Bed.

No, eat crackers.

Then bed.

He heard grumbling coming from his bathroom followed by a faucet turning on as he finally let his body eat.

As soon as he swallowed, the sleeve of crackers kind of just fell out of his hands as his body crawled into fetal position in bed, shoes still on.

He shut his eyes and wasn’t quite drifting off, but he didn’t have enough energy to turn around to face Byakuya as he came back from the bathroom.

“Drink some—“

Byakuya must’ve cut off his train of thought when he saw Makoto laying like that.

After a few moments, Makoto heard the water bottle’s base rest on the nightstand from whence it came.

Then, he felt the mattress sink a little further.

Then, he felt a hand hesitantly brush through his hair.

That was followed by a sigh.

“If you’re not going to take care of yourself,” Byakuya spoke softly as his fingers soothed Makoto to sleep, “I guess I’ll have to do that for you. I’m sorry I haven’t been keeping a better watch. I’ll do better from now on, darling.”

And in a daze, Makoto smiled, and prayed Byakuya would stay by his side.

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[love-has-a-way-ofgrowingbackward]

Okay so continued from this ask about Kyoko

Anyways, as introduced in THH, Kyoko is an extremely distant person with an iron mask, which intimidates everyone around her.

Everytime she happens to be described, she is described as something akin to a ghost aka not someone belonging to this world because of how ethereal her presence is.

She was moulded (read: traumatized) by her grandpa to become a detective to the extent that she was desperate to prove herself to him to not get kicked out like her father (she was also manipulated into believing that her father left because he didn't care about her by said grandpa) since her grandpa was...well the only one who had showed her a proper modicum of love at that point.

Her family took being a detective as something involving an extreme amount of honour which resulted in her trauma.

She also... didn't know what she was apart from a "perfect Detective" and was terrified of that internally (she has a LOT of parallels with Nagito which is why I REALLY want them to team up atleast ONCE likedanganronpaIambeggingyou), since she felt like an empty husk due to repressing her emotions since forever.

Because that's how a true detective should be (...it's really scary how MUCH she fits my own ideal of a detective), operating by cold hard logic to uncover the truth from the messy web of lies and make it known. A detective was to not take sides, nor aspire for fame (coughSherlockHolmescough), they must always remain neutral and not let personal feelings or prejudices come into the way, and she followed that.

Now, in the first game (I assume it was the worst for her since all she knew about herself was simply that she's a detective), everyone loses their memories of their school life with each other, leading them to believe that they had just met. They all remember their Ultimate Talents (heads up: An Ultimate Talent is something that you must be the very best at in your particular field in your age group. If you are like that, then Hope's Peak Academy personally scouts you and you are invited to attend the school as an "Ultimate"), apart from Kyoko.

Yeah, she quite possibly forgot that she was a detective, or atleast she forgot that she was the Ultimate of it, nevertheless, the main source of her self confidence and rigidity was lost to vague memory, which I believe caused her closed off ness to be more exaggerated, since I believe she was TERRIFIED. Imagine the one thing you stake your identity on....which you end up forgetting.

Throughout the game, she basically carries the class trials by herself and is virtually the only reason the six survivors are actually survivors.

However due to her upbringing, she has another issue which happens to be...

....severe trust issues. She has been told not to trust anyone and considering that they are in a literal KILLING GAME, you really can't blame her.

However, this leads to her downfall.

In Chapter 3, she disappears since she has presumably found a secret passage in the bathroom which she was investigating along with the school to find the secret of the Killing Game and the mastermind. She refuses to trust her classmates and shoulders the entire responsibility onto herself, since she desperately wants to uncover the truth....

.....her motto which she has been clinging onto for dear life, underneath all the turmoil.

Makoto (our sweet sweet protagonist, the nicest person ever in Danganronpa) notices this and gently tells her that she can rely on him....that she doesn't have to shoulder everything by herself. He doesn't act pushy, he just tells her that it's okay for her to trust people since she literally looked dazed when she came back in Chapter 3, and she goes,

"Okay, I will give this trusting people thing a try."

She then trusts him with the secret of the bathroom hidden passage but he ends up getting attacked and in bed. F.

Anyways, that causes him to become the target of the mastermind.

Now Kyoko, apparently due to her training is capable of hearing "Reaper's footsteps" aka she can "hear" when her or someone she really loves's death is close.

Now, when Makoto nearly gets killed by the mastermind, Kyoko hears it and fights them off. The mastermind had been planning to kill Makoto and frame her as his killer which she realised so she stays at his room until she's sure the danger has passed.

Anyways, she obviously leaves and then the rest of the classmates discover a dead body whose mask they try to take off but it explodes and Makoto notices that they are dressed the same way as his attacker was. Kyoko arrives way late which makes him wonder whether she had killed that person or not.

Fast forward to the trial where she says that it's now or never for her.

Anyways.

What we have to remember about Kyoko is her MAIN motivation aka solving the mystery. She wouldn't hesitate to make sacrifices to get to it. She is dedicated to her job.

[We also have to remember that she spent her life travelling from place to place, always shifting schools, causing a lack of proper attachments. The only attachment she had was her grandpa until she met Yui Samidare who dies pretty soon during a case via self sacrifice for Kyoko in a way. During all this, her motto and her dedication to it were the only constants].

Anyways.

The mastermind attempted to frame Kyoko for that particular dead body, but Kyoko manipulated the whole trial and framed Makoto as the culprit instead to save her own life.

Makoto gets sent to the execution but doesn't die since his Ultimate Luck talent saves him and he gets thrown into a trash dumpster.

Kyoko comes to save him and apologises. A small sign of trust since she literally never does that. Makoto was virtually the only one she trusted since despite her frosty exterior, he tried to get to know her, but didn't push and just gave her space......and said trust in her backfired and caused him to nearly die but anyways—.

At that point, Kyoko has remembered her Ultimate Talent (Ultimate Detective) and she trusts Makoto with that. She further trusts Makoto with telling him about her frustrations against her father. She didn't even admit them to herself until much much later.....and she trusts him enough to say that.....

....maybe because of how easily he forgave her but eh—

Anyways, she finds her father's skeleton in a nice little box, gift wrapped and everything which causes her to lose her composure ever so slightly and Makoto leaves to give her space to collect herself.

~~~~~

Even though the first game was essentially Hope VS Despair, it was also about Trust.

Since if you do not trust in the feeling of Hope, you will fall into despair.

Something we can see with Kirigiri in a way.

Kyoko being a detective is possibly the best way to broach the topic of trust, since lies and truth are directly connected to it.

If you are truthful with someone, then that usually means that you trust them.

Kyoko's motto was to remain neutral and without biases which caused her to actually develop a bias, nearly getting her best friend killed.

She wanted to solve the mystery and uncover the truth, however she also realised that without trusting others with some modicum of the truth, she wouldn't be able to do so.

When she arrives at the very end of Goodbye Despair in the 6th trial, it's nice to see her relationship with trust having grown enough to give the Remnants a second chance by trusting that they would be able to find the core truth inside themselves to break free from the lies crafted by the mastermind's brainwashing.

Hajime finds his own truth and decides to go "fuck this, I will make my OWN future" due to this.

[She ALSO finds out that her father was involved in Hajime's inhumane brainwashing which probably just destroyed her last bit of trust towards Hope's Peak Academy but eh].

In DR3, when she holds Naegi's hand with her ungloved burnt hands, it's a symbol of HOW much her trust has grown in order for her to bare her wounds like this to reach to him and pull him out of his own despair.

In conclusion: She's the best person ever and deserves the world

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST SHE SAW A WRAPPED GIFT OF HER FATHER'S SKELETON AND 'LOST HER COMPOSURE SLIGHTLY'???!!!! WHAT THE FUCK.

also she sounds creepily like you and kinda like me too this is so weird also she had daddy issues vibes I KNEW IT

Also i was so irrationally excited at the prospect of a nagito and kyoko pairing like its not like id be able to read it anyways but then i realised. it would be VERY similar to the sheep scene in loki. the sheer xNTx vibes my GOD.

also this is pretty much what happened to nico too and im scared of how we kin such similar characters im terrified

[kimmysfandomblog]

So Nae/giri, Kamu/koma, Toukomaru and Kii/ruma for the ship meme ? :P You can do all of them or pick the ones you want to talk about, I just wanted to give you one ship per game ~

Thank you so much for the ask Serahne!!! :D I’d be more than happy to do them all!!!

From here: https://kimmysfandomblog.tumblr.com/post/168063250112/send-me-a-ship-and-ill-give-you-my-brutally

Since there’s 4, I’m gonna have to put it under the cut! And they got very long, sorry ^^;

obviously, V3 spoilers for the last one!

Nae/giri (+)

So, funny thing about me: I actually started DR with the Animation (I hadn’t even known a game existed at the time). Anyways, because it’s an anime, you don’t get those free time events, and everything is much, much faster. Basically…. I’m a real dunce when it comes to romance, so I hadn’t even realized Nae/giri was pretty heavily hinted at ^^; I spent most of the time thinking Kirigiri was gonna betray Naegi (which… I mean I wasn’t completely wrong, kinda? XD She didn’t mean to throw him under the bus at all, of course).

Now, I didn’t ship anyone in DR by the time I finished the anime. I’d seen it mostly as friendships, and that Naegi and Kirigiri’s was the strongest one. I don’t know when exactly it sprung on me that, hey, this is a ship!!!, but my best guess is that it wasn’t until I stumbled across DR again when it came out on Steam. A let’s player I kind of visit occasionally was playing the game and I got sucked into nostalgia, and he did Kirigiri’s FTEs. It was probably during that time that I recognized this was definitely a ship, one that was practically canon, and that actually, I’m okay with it, and even like it! If two characters like each other, and can support each other this well, then why not?

I’m not the biggest Naeg/iri fan (that spot for favorite DR1 ship belongs to another pairing, but admittedly it’s more of a pre-canon ship). I’ll admit, a part of me still thinks Naegi forgives Kirigiri too easily after all he’d been through, but if he gave her a hard time, he wouldn’t be Naegi! And I was a little salty she threw him under the bus, but Kirigiri made a mistake, acknowledges it, and even returns the favor back to him! It wasn’t even really her fault (she clearly didn’t know what would happen or she would have definitely let herself be sacrificed), so I forgive her, too!

If DR3 proved anything about Naeg/iri, it’s that Naegi and Kirigiri very clearly care for one another, and are able to balance each other out. They understand each other so well, and I’d say they definitely like, probably even love, each other. So, given canon events throughout the series, I ship it! It’s been good for both of them, the way I see it! I sincerely hope they continue to care and love each other post canon, too. They both deserve happiness after all they’ve been through together!

Kamu/Koma (-)

Okay, this one… this one actually irks me, I’m sorry to say. I know Kamukura is Hinata, and I definitely ship Koma/Hina, but Kamu/Koma…. it’s very different. I’ve read Kamu/Koma fics, and seen the fanart, (and sometimes I actually like the fanwork). I get why people like it. However, to me, it’s a very unbalanced ship.

Ko’s obsession with Hope and Talent, with Kamukura being the embodiment of Talent, and of the Hope Ko originally fixates on, makes it much too unbalanced because Kamukura is given all the power in this relationship. Not only that, but it would be Ko constantly trying to be useful to Kamukura, or trying to make things interesting for Kamukura. And Kamukura, well, I can’t see him reciprocating or giving back much. Kamukura’s kinda weird, as in he’s pretty selfish in a way. Maybe he’d do things back for Ko, but would he mean it? Would Ko even know if Kamukura cared? It doesn’t help that the majority of the fanworks don’t really do anything to disprove how I feel their relationship would work. People write/draw fanart for Kamu/Koma using this power play: Ko revering Kamukura like a god, doing demeaning things for him, or being like his housewife or maid or something, and Kamukura kind of staring blankly back, or barely reciprocating or acknowledging any of it. It’s also portrayed very sexually (?), with no amount of fluff, and I end up feeling sorry for Ko. I really can’t ship something this one-sided where only one person has affection for the other, or at the very least, where it’s difficult to see how affectionate one is for the other.

And, I suppose, another thing is just the fact that I like Haji way more than Kamukura. Sometimes Kamu/Koma shippers portray Haji as the one losing out, the third wheel left behind, or even saying Kamukura should have fully returned. I’m glad, in the end, Haji is seemingly acting like he’s mostly Haji to his friends.

However, I admit that besides how I see the Kamu/Koma dynamic playing out… the really extreme shippers were the reason I can’t stand it most of the time. More than a year ago now, there was this huge shipping war, and at least to me, with the people I was following at the time, it seemed like it was mostly between extreme Kamu/Koma shippers against the extreme Hina/Nami shippers. The sheer hatred and pride at being so hateful disgusted me. I unfollowed a few people that I used to like because of all these scathing remarks against Nami (by that I mean DR2 Nami) and basically mocking the fans for liking and defending her, and then being proud of it, even celebrating it in a congratulating post to themselves. I mean, I know now it was aimed at the Nami lovers that were just as bad as they were being, but it still hurts either way. I wasn’t following anyone that was strictly Hina/Nami at the time, but I did see a lot of Ko discourse flying around, too (and heavily disagreed with them of course). Even after that, people were tagging their hate for Nami and Ko, and the ships. I couldn’t escape it. Maybe I’m over-imagining it, but that’s how I feel about it. I’m glad it’s settled down now that V3 is mostly distracting people from it these days.

As for how I feel about Kamu/Koma today, sometimes seeing Kamu/Koma (or Hina/Nami) makes me cringe, and other times, I find it okay (though it’s mostly the former. I always felt weird about Kamu/Koma because of the power dynamic).

Unrelated: Weirdly enough, even though I don’t like Hina/Nami, I ended up liking Kamu/Nami, but only because AI Kamukura exists ^^; I actually participated in Kamu/Nami week, too, and… yeah I actually like it. My guilty pleasure ship, lol. Just... not so much for Hina/Nami. DR3 Hina/Nami was that bad.

Sorry that answer was very negative, but brutal honesty right? I know I have followers that ship it, and I don’t really mind as long as no one is trying to force me to like it or see it!

Toko/maru (+)

Well, I didn’t like Another Episode as a whole that much, but I did like the interactions between Toko and Komaru a lot. Their friendship was just so good! They were able to help each other, see the faults in each other, and call them out. Komaru helps Toko learn to trust her through her genuine kindness and loyalty, and Toko helps Komaru find solutions and helps break Komaru’s habit of seeing herself as just a normal girl with no way to change what happens around her.

And the ending, where Toko decides to stay with Komaru instead of leaving with Togami? It makes me feel a lot of joy, honestly. Nothing against ToFu, but her choosing Komaru over Togami was great! Like, from what I remember of her FTE’s Toko has had trouble trusting people. Neither of her moms wanted her, and she was even dated as a part of a dare. Her moms and that boy both treated her nicely, but they actually didn’t like her (actually I wonder about the moms, but I’ll have to revisit those FTEs eventually). The reason she is so infatuated with Togami probably has to do with how rudely he treats her, on top of being the SHSL Heir. If he got with her, it would be like a romance novel come to life, and he wouldn’t be pretending to like her. However, it’s unrealistic the way it is in canon. Togami may be getting better, but at least at the point canon left off, he still needs some work.

I’m very glad Toko has Komaru. Komaru treats her normally instead of being scared off or angry at Toko’s accusations and jokes, and she openly shows how much she cares about Toko. I can see Tokomaru both as a strong friendship, or a future romantic relationship, given time. And, based on the one DR3 episode, it seems like their bond has done nothing but grow! They trust in each other and work really well together. May they remain this close or more post-canon!

Kii/ruma (+)

I don’t know if anyone was expecting this to be appealing? I usually don’t like the characters that spew vulgarities, so I thought I’d never like Miu. I was so wrong! And, knowing what I did, I never thought I’d ship her with Kiibo, who’s just… so pure??? I remember, back when I was trying to avoid spoilers, that one CG where Miu was apparently performing maintenance came up, and I totally misjudged it. 

However, this game… it subverted my expectations. The CG was not as uncomfortable as I thought! Miu got a bit too close, and I’m 99% sure she knew what she was saying and how it could sound, and Kiibo just came for maintenance, and he doesn’t really get the double meanings to her words, but somehow ends up saying things that could be suggestive too XD It was so funny! I honestly thought, upon getting spoiled that CG before playing, that he wasn’t consenting to whatever was going on, but while I can’t say it was “innocent,” it was clearly not that bad. And after that, Miu is introduced to the Neo World Program and Kiibo gets jealous of the computer XD To try to get the most out of my V3 experience, I actually went up to every character each FT to get their “FTE starter,” so I know he’s always been either in the hall right before the computer room, or (not much farther away from there) next to the three empty rooms. I’m pretty sure the first FTE of that chapter, he even gets defensive over his not-jealousy of a computer, lol!!! There was also that part in Chapter 4, before going to the Virtual World, Monotaro calls Kiibo “Daddy” and Miu “Mommy” XD and even after her death, he was so sad he wished he could cry for her, which just punches me in the feels… and from what I remember in Trial 4, Kiibo was pretty much trying to defend her as the others pretty much admitted to not caring that much about her? I’d need to replay that trial, but that’s what I took from it in regards to Miu. Also, I guess another reason I like it is because Ouma bullies both of them, so they are similar in that regard haha.

I guess, maybe as the sole complaint, I wonder how Miu felt about Kiibo? I mean, clearly, she was interested in him because he’s a robot, but I wonder how she felt about Kiibo as a person? I think she respected Kiibo, but I can’t gauge how much she liked him from what I remember of the game. She was certainly proud and happy to give him upgrades, and Kiibo doesn’t seem to mind so much when she does, even though he hates sci-fi things, or generally any reminder he’s not as human as he’d like to be. She always kept her upgrades rather simple, and he was always so proud to have them! Maybe she wanted to add all that fancy gear from his Ultimate Lab, but didn’t push him when he said no. Maybe that’s why he was fond of her?

Kii/ruma’s a really cute ship to me! It’s probably more funny, than cute (but the fanart is so very cute...), but either way, I still really like it! And well, it’s about one of the only ships I care about in V3 as well, hahaha. It didn’t seem forced, I didn’t really feel like it was necessarily one-sided, and their dynamic was great and interesting!!! I should really check out those anthologies sometime to see if there’s any more Kii/ruma in it, hahaha.

[komahinasecretexchange]

Title: Ideal Moment

Author: @moosabus

For:  @sparesandwich

Rating/Warnings: n/a

Prompt: After the killing games (After the events of DR2 and DR3)

Author’s notes: I hope you like it !

It was god knew what time, the only sound the rhythmic rumble of the rolling waves and Hinata Hajime could not sleep. He’d tried every position - on his stomach, his back, his side, curled up into a ball. He’d tossed and turned, decided it was too hot and taken his covers off, only to start feeling too cold.

He knew why he was restless, even if he didn’t want to admit it to himself.

It was because he was alive.

It was because he was sleeping in a cabin only a few doors away.

Nagito Komaeda, the boy who had subjected himself to a slow and agonizing death. The boy who had tried to get them all killed. It sent a chill down Hinata’s spine when he thought about how Komaeda had, with the utmost surety, believed in the righteousness of his actions. It made his teeth grit when he considered how the other had treated him in the days leading up to his death. Still, Hinata didn’t believe that the kind, welcoming boy who had first shown him around the island was gone- he believed that Komaeda was worthy of redemption.

That was why he’d convinced the others to help wake Komaeda up. He felt he had to do what he did in the simulation, he justified. Maybe now, things can be different. After all, with all the terrible things we’ve done, can we really talk? He deserves a second chance, just like any of us do.

Hinata froze.

Somewhere down the hall, a door creaked open. Footsteps clacked against wood, echoing down the corridor before fading away. A wave of nausea hit Hinata, his heart pounding against his chest. It had to be Komaeda. He had to be setting up some crazy plan, something driven by his radical beliefs in hope - Hinata’s brow furrowed. He shoved the thought away and it was immediately replaced by a sickly knot in his gut.

His faith in Komaeda was far stronger than that. Komaeda had helped them to stop Mitarai -

it was proof enough that his faith was well placed. He’s always claimed to want to see an ‘absolute hope that could crush any despair’, yet he stopped the that hope video… Surely that’s proof that Komaeda has changed, right? He sighed. It could also be proof that I don’t understand Komaeda as well as I hoped - though it at the very least proves he’s an ally.

Still, who was up this late at night? …He supposed there wouldn’t be much harm in checking.

He tugged back the covers, rubbing some sleep out an eye as he swung himself out of bed. He didn’t bother to change out of his pajamas. He turned the door handle slow, wincing once creaked anyway. Stepping out into the long, empty hallway, he tiptoed past the doors which Sonia had been nice enough to relabel.

As soon as his skin was bitten by the cold, salty night air, he regret his decision not to get dressed. He shivered and wrapped his arms around himself, teeth clattering. I need to start using my Ultimate Analyst ability more often, he scolded himself. He stiffened once he saw the silhouette standing at the boat’s rail, pale skin and even paler hair drenched in white moonlight. waves danced across his skin, making him appear ghost-like.

A ghost. That was an accurate description - it was how Komaeda felt to Hinata sometimes. The other being here, being alive - it was all so surreal. He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that they were all awake, that everyone who he’d seen die was alright. Especially himself - he’d analyzed it depth countless times - each and every one of them, he’d come to the same conclusion.

It was a miracle.

Through all of his calculations, him still existing should have been impossible. The figure at the railing stirred. Murky green eyes locked with his own and Hinata heard his own breath hitch.

Then, the figure’s lips twitched up into an amused smirk, his head tilting a little to the side. “Pajamas? Really, Hinata-kun?” He teased. “Isn’t it cold?”

Hinata scanned his eyes down Komaeda’s body. He grit his teeth, recoiling. Of course Komaeda had taken the time to change into that ridiculous green coat of his - or, had he never changed out of it to begin with? He sighed, “what are you doing up so late, Komaeda?”

Komaeda hummed, turning back to face the ocean, though Hinata caught sight of the small smile on his face. “I could ask you the same thing, Hinata-kun,” he yawned. He stretched then slumped forward, folding his arms on the railing. “I always catch some fresh air when I can’t sleep - I suppose its become somewhat of a habit. I just love this time of night - its always so tranquil. Couldn’t you sleep, either?”

“Uh, I… I heard someone get up and I just wanted to check and make sure everything was alright.” Worried that Komaeda might take his words as an accusation, Hinata added, “As a precaution, of course.”

Luckily, if Komaeda was offended, he didn’t show it at all. “Making sure that nobody’s fallen into despair again? That’s very vigilant of you, Hinata-kun,” Komaeda hummed, staring off into the distance.

“Uh… yeah,” Hinata murmured. Feeling rather awkward, he moved to close the distance between him and Komaeda, folding his own arms on the railing. He stared out to sea, eyes drifting up to the bright sky above him - millions of stars spread out like a blanket above his head, bright and twinkling. There was no sound except for the rolling of the waves as well as his and Komaeda’s combined, rhythmic breathing. He couldn’t help but let out a sigh, muscles losing their tension. He felt like he should say something. He turned his head to Komaeda, giving him a kind look. “Are you thinking about anything in particular?”

“…I’ve really had nothing but bad luck, lately,” Komaeda said.

Hinata recoiled a little, brow furrowing at the response - it wasn’t one he’d been expecting, that was for sure. “…Sorry?”

“When I read the files in the final dead room, I thought that for sure, my ideal moment had arrived. After all, if my plans worked out, I could finally become the bright, shining hope that I’d always wished to see born in the world!” Komaeda’s arms spread out by his sides. Hinata observed as the glint in his eyes grew manic. It worried him. “I could end the luck cycle and, I thought that, from such bad luck, I would also get the good luck of dying a death more meaningful than I would have thought possible for someone like me - but of course, that plan failed also, didn’t it?” He sighed, gazing down at the palm of his hand. “Through it all, I really am nothing more than a stepping stone.”

“Do you mean you wish that we were all dead?” Hinata’s frown deepened. It could be incredibly hard to understand Komaeda at times - especially when he started to ramble.

Komaeda, however, looked surprised. His eyes widened, eyebrows raising and his lips working themselves into a small, curious line. “Huh? Not at all, Hinata-kun.” He smiled. “I’m more than overjoyed that you Ultimates were able to overcome despair that was facing you - you’re all the Ultimate Hope that I wished to see bloom.” He sighed again, crossing his arms. “Can’t you see my bad luck, however? I spent so long on that plan - I put my heart and soul into it. With all of the bad luck I had racked up, I felt certain it would work - though, in spite of it all, I failed. Rather than becoming Ultimate Hope, my death still wound up holding the meaning of only a stepping stone…”

Nanami was the one who sacrificed herself for us, Hinata thought, though I guess I can still see where he’s coming from. He was the cause of that entire chain of events. Through it all, Hinata knew that Komaeda only wanted what was best for the sake of hope - his views were confusing and twisted, though Hinata felt he could at least understand them better nowadays.

His train of thought was interrupted by Komaeda, who gazed out across the ocean, eyes glazed over, though they filled with a brighter glint - hope. “With so much bad luck, I’ve been considering what good luck could possibly balance it out. I’m fairly sure I have an idea of what it must be.”

Hinata raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

Komaeda’s small smile grew warmer, his eyes twinkling. His voice came out soft, almost timid - Hinata found the quality of it almost cute, though that wasn’t what made his heart stop. Rather, it was when he processed what Komaeda had just cooed out.

Me? Hinata’s eyes widened, body going stiff. “H-how am I good luck?” He pursed his lips, feeling his face heat up. It was rather shocking - especially when Komaeda had scorned him so for being a reserve course student. I have talent now, however - is that why he’s claiming that I’m good luck in his eyes?

“Well, think about it!” Komaeda remarked. “You possess an Ultimate luck of your very own, don’t you, Hinata-kun? As long as you’re around, the chances of my bad luck hurting one of you are greatly reduced. I’m fairly certain that our ship wouldn’t have survived quite so long if that wasn’t true - The ocean is a dangerous place, after all. Tsunamis, typhoons, giant, unknown sea monsters- I can’t recall going this long in the middle of the ocean without something awful happening. Perhaps its just my luck balancing itself out, though, who knows. I have a hunch that its something more - that is, I feel like our luck cycles must interact in some way.” He hummed, a smile on his face. “Even more so than that, with all of the bad luck I’ve experienced, from my own falling into Despair to the simulation - surely, it must be leading up to something truly wonderful! Perhaps, this time, I truly could become hope - If these years of bad luck have taught me anything, its that I could - after all, other talentless, boring people have done so without luck, haven’t they?”

Oh… its about his luck cycle, Hinata thought. He smiled warmly at Komaeda, though in spite of the happiness he felt for him, he couldn’t help but feel somewhat disappointed by his response. “Uh… I guess they have.” He smiled sheepishly, not entirely sure if the other had wanted him to respond or not. “That’s good to hear about your luck cycle, Komaeda.”

Komaeda smiled warmly at Hinata. He stretched, raising his arms above his head, a squeaky yawn escaping him before he sat on the edge of the boat, sliding his legs through the railing and over the side. He leaned back, putting his arms behind him for support and gazed up at the stars. Hinata paused a moment before joining him, looking to Komaeda. “What are you planning to do when the dust clears, Komaeda?” He asked. “I’d like to believe that the world’s will accept us back someday.”

“Huh? Didn’t I say it?” Komaeda hummed. “I’d like to accomplish something, Hinata-kun.” He looked to Hinata and, when Hinata saw just how brightly the other’s eyes twinkled with utter fondness and joy, his heart fluttered. “Perhaps I could even, if my theory is correct…” They locked eyes and, as he stared into the other’s serene, dusty green eyes, time felt somehow slower.

Then Komaeda looked away, and the spell was broken.

“…Well, that’s only if I am right of course,” Komaeda said, waving a hand at Hinata. Hinata smiled softly at Komaeda, something sheepish yet fond. He knew Komaeda would tell him when the time was right.

[serahne]

Random thing: I was reading Komaeda's wiki page and there was some stuff about his hair. Something like "It looks neater in dr3 side hope". And I had a "Well he probs didn't take care of it. But in Hope he had people around him who probably wanted to do it." (Could also be taken as a fic prompt too I guess?)

Alright *sweat* sorry for being so late but something really funny happened to your message, haha. See, I was ready to be a jackass by saying ‘in Sdr2.5 his hair looks neater too’ but then I realized  that MAYBE people had taken care of him while he was asleep. And once I had this idea in my head, I basically ran with it and BAM 4000 words ( because I’m apparently unable to write a short fic )

Hinata was exhausted. No, exhausted didn’t cover it : he felt empty, drained, as if he hadn’t sleep in 40 hours… which was incidentally the case. He looked at Komaeda, asleep in his pod and sighed. He had just spend three hours working on his muscle, trying to do his best to avoid any kind of atrophia. It will gain them some time for when - if - when - if - when he wakes up.

His eyes moved to the robotic arm, on the desk at the opposite of the room. He had a couple of his tools there, since he felt more relaxed when he could keep an eye on Komaeda’s state when he was working on it. One of the first thing he had done was taking Junko’s arm away and throwing it into the sea, hoping to never see this abomination again. Since then, he worked on the arm. He really wanted something great. Something Komaeda will be happy about.

For one second butterflies blackened his view and he held onto the pod to not pass out. He really needed to sleep, but the pod had to be cleaned up before that.

“Hinata, what the hell are you doing ?”

Hinata jumped and turned toward the door to see a very-pissed Kuzuryu and a very-worried Sonia enter the room.

“I’m fine” he said, checking a last time Komaeda’s blood states. “The headaches didn’t let me alone last night. I’ll be better tomorrow.”

“No way” Kuzuryu said, walking closer to him, Sonia following quietly behind him. “It’s the second time this week. You need to take care of you, for fuck’s sake. You cannot just spend your days here, waiting for this guy to wake up when it could never…”

“Fuyuhiko !” Sonia cut him off. Then she smiles gently to Hinata : “What he meant is that you don’t have to take care of Nagito by yourself. Mikan can take care of his physical health, I asked Souda if he could work on his arm and…”

“I’m fine, Sonia.” He replied as politely as possible, because it made sense that none of them understood the he had to do it alone. “Thank you, but I can do it by myself.”

“Listen, it’s not a fucking suggestion” Kuzuryu said “You need to eat with us, to play stupid card games with us, to worry about whatever we choose to worry about this day, and if you need to sleep, I’m sure Tsumiki can give you some stuff too. Go to sleep, Hinata. If we need to do something, tell us and we will.”

Hinata glared at him. It wasn’t going to happen.

“No one bothered you when you insisted to take care of Pekoyama by yourself, right ? So it’s really not your place to tell me something like that.”

“Peko woke up after ten days, you idiot !” Kuzuryu’s face was red but Hinata couldn’t say if it was because he was angry or embarrassed. “Everyone was running left and right to take care of everyone who was still… asleep. But it’s been five months, Hinata, and we are all ready to help you and you are killing yourself over this guy for absolutely no reason ! You do realize he isn’t going to die if we are the one who move him around, do you ?”

For one second, the silence fell on the room. Hinata looked at Kuzuryu and Sonia’s face, bathed in the blue-ish light coming from the last pod in use. They both looked… frustrated. Hurt. And Hinata realized that he was probably a pretty terrible leader right now.

He would get better. Once everyone was awake, he would do the right, the reasonable choices, he would help everyone, he would agree to their suggestions even if they didn’t convince him, he promised he would. But for now…

“I don’t trust you” he said, with so little emotion that he almost shivered in fear of seeing Kamukura’s shadow behind him. “I’m sorry, I know it’s unfair but that’s why I can’t let you take my place with him.”

“You… don’t trust us ?” Kuzuryu repeated as if he couldn’t believe what he had just said. “What, you think one of us is going to kill him behind your back ? That’s really a nice idea you have of us, there. We aren’t all his fans, sure, but we know you care about him and we wouldn’t hurt him in anyway.”

Hinata bit his tongue. They didn’t understand.

“You could make a mistake.” he said.

“Wow, and you couldn’t ?” Hinata didn’t reply, and threw a look at the monitor displaying Komaeda’s infos while Kuzuryu laughed bitterly. “You are a fucking jerk, I hope you know that.”

Then he was gone and only Sonia was there, glaring at him the same way mothers glared at their annoying offspring.

“You should apologize” she just said. “And try to sleep tonight, please.” She hesitated. “Not that my concern is enough to force you to do something, I understand that. Good night.”

She left and Hinata spend a long minute looking at the door, cursing their princess for being so good at being passive-agressive. He sighed deeply, taking his decision.

He could take care of the rest tomorrow.

He managed to sleep relatively well. No headaches, no nightmares, he fell asleep like one passes out, and woke up seven hours later with enough shame for what he had said the day before to get out of the bed. Sonia was right, he needed to apologize to Kuzuryu, and to her, too.

… First he needed to check on Komaeda. Not for very long, half an hour, just making sure that everything was fine. He took the direction of the ‘Wake-Up Room’ ( Kazuichi had been the one to come up with the nickname and they all accepted it )

When he entered the room, he was surprised to find Sonia by Komaeda’s pod, reading a book quietly, as regal as ever.

“Sonia ?” he said, surprised, making sure that the pod hadn’t been opened without his permission.

As rough as he has been the day before, he couldn’t help but believe his own words. None of them wanted Komaeda dead… maybe, he knew that. But it was either because they were generally good people ( like Sonia ) or because they knew how important it was for Hinata to have him waking up ( like Kazuichi ). He didn’t blame them for it, it was fine, but Hinata wasn’t in the same situation : he needed Komaeda to wake up. Because someone else dying because of him would be absolutely disastrous, but also because he needed answers. He needed the words that Komaeda held hidden deep inside, and that he hadn’t been able to hear in the simulation. There was something he needed that only Komaeda could give him. A closure maybe, something that would put his world at peace. It was probably stupid to expect it from Komaeda, but what was he supposed to do ?

He barely could explain it to himself, it was no surprise that the others didn’t get it.

“Good morning Hinata, did you have a pleasant rest ?” the princess smiled, and put her book aside.

“Yes, I did, thank you.” he replied. “Listen, about yesterday…”

Sonia waved it off graciously.

“It’s no matter. You weren’t the most diplomatic person in the world, but I’ve seen worst.”

“Yeah, I guess you did, uh ? I still wanted to apologize. You didn’t deserve it, guys. You were just trying to help me.” Hinata said.

“I accept your apology. With one condition - allow me to help ? I want to help you take care of Nagito too, please.”

“Sonia…”

He rocked back and forth on his heels, trying to find a way to escape it without being as distasteful than before. Before he was able to answer, Sonia took out a hairbrush from the little bag she had brought with her and he hadn’t noticed until then. She presented it to Hinata, a victorious smile on her lips.

“I saw that Komaeda’s hair weren’t in the best state ? The pod keep us clean, but believe me, brushing my hair after I woke up was a terrible business. Same for Hiyoko, from what she told me. I wouldn’t wish it to Nagito, or even to my worst enemy. I thought I could help with that if it’s alright with you ?”

Relief bloomed through Hinata’s chest and he smiled.

“It’s… it’s a great idea Sonia. I’m sure he will be grateful.”

They both spend two hours in the room, taking care of an asleep Komaeda, making small talk, and Hinata realized how much he had needed it, how lonely he had been during these months, and while he wanted to tell it to Sonia, her soft smile told him she understood. She was really cautious, gentle, almost tender with Komaeda’s hair, even though he couldn’t feel any pain in his state.

“I’m famished” Sonia eventually said. “Will you come with me to restaurant ? Kuzuryu might be there, if you want to tell him something ?”

She gave him a hopeful smile, and he nodded. He needed a break anyway. He needed to breath.

The day after, not only Sonia was there, but Koizumi was by her side, a frown of her face. Her expression brightened up when she saw Hinata.

“Ah, finally ! Sonia told me you would be there around 9 ? Did you oversleep ?” she said.

“I… I don’t really have a fixed schedule ? I’m sorry if you waited but… why are you here ?” he asked.

Koizumi smiled.

“To help ! Look at Komaeda’s clothes, they are falling apart, good god, someone needs to do something about it !” She picked up the sew kit she had brought with her. “Give me his jacket, and I’ll see what I can do, alright ?”

Hinata hesitated, because while he didn’t want to anger Koizumi, taking off Komaeda’s jacket would be a real bother, with all the captors he had on his body and the IV plugged on his arm. But Sonia was there, absolutely beaming, and Koizumi was well-decided to help Komaeda too and he could appreciate the attention.

“Alright” he said. “Wait a little, I need to take of the captors without mixing them up.”

The next few hours were spent with the girls talking and bantering jokingly, complaining about Owari and Kazuichi’s antics but also hearing about the latest news from the Novoselic Kingdom. It was mostly Sonia and Koizumi talking but Hinata replied from time to time, and tried to cheer Sonia up when she seemed pretty depressed by the state of her dear country.

At some point, Sonia was done with Komaeda’s hair and joined Koizumi who happily taught her how to sew.

“It’s amazing, Mahiru, I can’t believe I was never allowed to this, it’s so much fun !” Sonia chipped. “Hinata, could you take off Komaeda’s pants, maybe there are some hole to fill in there too ?”

Hinata’s eyes widened and he choked on his own spit. How did Sonia manage to say that kind of thing with a straight face ?

“Hum, no I don’t think so Sonia.”

“Ah, that’s too bad !”

He rolled his eyes but a chuckle was trying to pass by his lips. Koizumi berated Sonia on her sewing and Sonia apologized profusely. It was just very pleasant altogether. He stared at Komaeda’s immobile, white face and because he didn’t really want for the girl to hear him, he mouthed quietly :

“See, they care, so hurry up and wake up.”

The next morning, he heard screams from inside the room even before entering it.

“Wait for Hinata !” Sonia yelled-whispered.

“Why ? I’m not doing anything wrong !” replied another voice. Saionji’s voice ( uh oh, Hinata thought, that’s not a good sign )

“Mahiru, I’m not doing anything wrong, I’m just trying to make him more beautiful !” Saionji said.

Hinata decided to walk in, bracing himself for whatever nonsense he would find in there. Weirdly, he wasn’t as panicked as he would have been a couple of days before. In some way, he trusted Sonia - and Koizumi too - to not let anyone hurt Komaeda.

“Good morning everyone” he said.

“Big bro !” the next moment, Saionji was right in front him, a big, scary smile on her lips. “I want to help the weirdo too, and Mahiru said I could, and only Sonia ( she almost spat the name ) said I couldn’t, as if she was the one to decide !”

“I never said that, Hiyoko” Sonia said. “I just said we needed to wait for Komaeda to open the pod, isn’t that right ?”

Only at that moment Hinata noticed that the pod was open.

“What…” He almost run by Komaeda’s side and froze.

His whole face was covered in… make up ? Or some sort of colored marker, maybe. And Hinata might have known nothing about make up, he could see that it wasn’t nice at all. Saionji had treated Komaeda’s face the way a little girl treats her baby doll, and applied some red marker all over his mouth, blue on his eyelids ( and any skin under his eyebrows, actually ), and bright pink on his cheeks.

The result was ridiculous.

“What do you think, big bro ? It’s great, right ?” Saionji seemed to have a lot of fun. Hinata heard Koizumi chuckle in her corner of the room. Sonia didn’t seem as amused as the two others girls, and he didn’t really know what to think of it. Sure the girl didn’t expect for him to be happy with it, right ?

“Do you have something to clean that off ? “ he asked Sonia, who nodded and rushed toward the bathroom.

“Why ?” Saionji said. “You are spoiling all my fun !”

She was pouting, annoyed by Hinata’s attitude and he wondered if she was really hurt. He looked at Komaeda’s ridiculous face again. Maybe… maybe he could see that she had done her best, by using different shades of blue on his eyelids, for example. He decided to honor Sonia and to be nice, for once.

“Listen, Komaeda can’t have anything on his face, I need to be able to check his… uh… vitals, and having chemical components there may change the results.”

He was a bad liar and he saw Koizumi roll her eyes but Saionji relaxed a little.

“Can I draw somewhere else, then ?” the light in her eyes was back.

“Uh… “

“I’m back Hinata !” Sonia claimed, entering the room, a Tsumiki carrying a bunch of tissues  on her heels… which started another fit of anger from Saionji’s end. Oh, how Hinata missed the quietness of the previous days.

“Thanks Sonia. Tsumiki, did Sonia asked you to come here ?” Hinata asked.

“Ah, I’m sorry for coming !” shrieked Tsumiki, and she was so nervous that she was wringing her hands. “Sonia told me that someone had written over Komaeda, and I have a lot of experience on the matter so I thought I could help, sorry if my help isn’t needed !”

“No, it’s fine….” Hinata started.

“Yes, it’s amazing !” Saionji clapped her hands, her mood swings giving Hinata a headache. “No one cares about you, filthy pig, so I can use my markers on you, right big bro ?”

“Hum…”

Mikan was almost sobbing but she didn’t move and when Saionji walked closer, she started to roll her cuff to let her do whatever she wanted on her arms.

“No one is writing on anyone, Saionji, this is not the behaviour of a nice woman !” Sonia said, offended.

“But the bitch said I could ?” the other one replied. Which wasn’t factually true.

Suddenly, Koizumi, who had been unusually quiet the whole time, busy with her sewing, stood up triumphantly, and spread Komaeda’s jacket in front of her.

“Here it is, I’m done, what do you think ?”

“This is amazing Mahiru !” Saionji decided, forgetting about Tsumiki for a few seconds. “It’s way too much for that guy, he better be happy when he wakes up or I’ll punch him !”

Koizumi hummed in agreement and gave the jacket to Hinata who decided to wait a little before taking care of the wires and the captors - he could do that when the room wasn’t such battlefield.

“Also” Koizumi said “While I can understand that what Hiyoko did on his face isn’t great for you Hinata, I don’t think it’s necessarily a bad idea ? You could try to draw or write something nice on his arm, what do you think ? It’s better than a card !”

Saionji brightened up and almost-jumped near Hinata. She seemed deep in thought about what she was supposed to do with this landscape of freedom. Hinata glared at Koizumi, but she shrugged, and he decided that some doodles on his arm wouldn’t hurt him that much. If it was something crass or humiliating, he would clean them up later.

“Alright, do whatever you want as long as it’s not in the way of my work. Tsumiki, can you give me the wipes ?”

“Yes Hinata !” she chirped.

They spent twenty minutes to clean up Komaeda’s face. They really tried to be careful with his already-fragile skin, and to avoid any irritation. Tsumiki was almost even gentler with him, focused on the work she had to do. At some point, Saionji started to draw something on Komaeda’s arm, near his wrist, but she was quiet and not a bother, and that was all he asked of her.

“There” Tsumiki said, a genuine smile on her face once she was done with her eyelids. Hinata used a last wipe to be sure that there was nothing on his lips anymore - and despite how careful he had been, Komaeda’s lips seemed redder and fuller than they were before and he was trying really hard to not look at them because it would be way too weird.

“Thank you Tsumiki, you really know your stuff” he said, and smiled when he saw the nurse falls apart in a mess of blushing cheeks and stutters.

“I’m done too, is it great ?” Saionji said, and Hinata was surprised to see that she had only drew on a very little portion of his skin.

“What is this ?” Sonia asked, curious. “It looks like the animal we have in Novoselic, it’s a car…”

“It’s a pineapple, you idiot !” the other bit back. And Hinata could definitely see how it could be a pineapple indeed.

“That’s… hum… very cute” he said.

“Yeah, well, I tried to think about what this guy would like, you know ? And pine means ‘hope’ so I thought it was the best ( she frowned ). It also means pity because he is fucked up in the head, you know. And he isn’t as pretty as me, so I pity him. He is still prettier than the pig bark just there, so maybe I should draw a pineapple on her inst…”

“A symbol of hope ? That’s really considerate, Hiyoko ! I’m sure Nagito will be delighted to see that when he wakes up” Sonia smiled at her with such positive vibes that Hinata saw the confusion in the other girl.

“It’s just a pineapple” she mumbled. “It’s not that great, I just like it.”

“My turn !” Koizumi said.

She took the marker from Saionji and started to write something on Komaeda’s arm, just under the pineapple. After a few seconds, Hinata was able to read : “GET WELL SOON !”. She smiled sheepishly at Hinata.

“It’s not very original, but I don’t have the best imagination, sorry.”

“That’s fine” Hinata decided that maybe he didn’t have to take it off. He would run some tests to be sure that Komaeda wasn’t allergic to the marker, but it seemed… nice. Weirdly nice, even, toward a guy no one really liked amongst their group. He wouldn’t have thought that Saionji or Koizumi would be so caring.

“Oh !” Sonia said “I have an idea too !”

She took the marker and started to work on his drawing too. She was really focused, but the final product looked like the unnatural offspring of a bird and a bicycle.

“This a carlion !” she said. “In my country, this is known to bring happiness and love to the person who own them. They have been hunted for decades and they almost disappeared, but our compassionate government stood up and decided to protect them !”

“That’s great Sonia” Koizumi said. “Tsumiki, your turn ! I’m going to call the others, to see if they want to add something too !”

And she left the room while Tsumiki was desperately looking for something to draw on Komaeda’s arm.

Two hours later, the ‘Wake up’ room, usually so calm and soothing, was filled with fourteen very-much-living people, all of them having accepted Koizumi’s suggestion to come here and let a message on Komaeda’s arm.

Some of them were really simple ( Tsumiki had drawn a star and a band aid, The Imposter had just written ‘I hope to see you soon’ on one of his finger ), some really complicated ( Kazuichi complained for half-an-hour, not wanting to do anything nice for Komaeda and ended up spending twenty minutes drawing a dinosaur, Tanaka wrote a line of weird symbols and explained they were ancient language, used to cure any magic sickness ). Some were really small ( Pekoyama traced the two kanjis for ‘courage’, Kuzuryu added ‘endurance’ next to them ), some ridiculously long ( they had to stop Mioda to copy an entire song of her and she settled for the chorus ).

The whole time Hinata stayed by Komaeda’s pod, watching his arm being decorated by his friends. None of them left the room once they were done, they just settled somewhere in the room, talking between them, laughing, and waiting for everyone to be done with it.

Around 1PM, Owari finally stood up.

“Hey, it’s getting super late, and I’m not a weakling like you, I need food for my muscles” she claimed.

They all decided to follow her to the cafeteria, but Hinata told them that he still needed to check Komaeda’s vitals and that he would come later.

Once they were all gone, Hinata stood there, in the empty room, alone if not for his comatose friend. In his hand, the marker was burning him. He was… supposed to write something, right ? It was expected of him ?

He played with the marker, unsure. He had a lot of thing he wanted to say, but all them would need to wait for him to wake up. And it was fine, he could do it, he could wait. He breathed deeply and took Komaeda’s arm.

“We miss you, please come back”

That was really something he hoped Komaeda would understand without reading this little graffiti. But just in case, he didn’t want to miss a chance. And if needed he would re-write it everyday, again and again, until the message was so deep into his skin that he could never run away from it.

We miss you, please come back.