#bad grammar idk I’m sleepy

[inksweater]

Sunny and Basil smiling so hard at the hospital they both hurt their jaw

Like imagine, even just for a spilt second, everything was so relieving, all the weight on your back was removed.

It’s just you and your bestfriend, the one whom you’ve been waiting for almost 4 years. You both don’t know what the future will holds, you just know that it’s ok now, he’s here and you’re here.

Even if the moment was just short, you get to experience happiness again, you don’t know how to react, all you could do is smile, smile so bright that your entire face hurts.

[uzuitengensfourthwife]

You're mine - Ran Haitani (Tokyo Revengers) x fem Reader

Ran Haitani made your life a living hell and when his façade crumbled, you are left with emotions of fear and resentment. Your last resort seems to be nothing else but to escape him.

Warnings: Toxic relationship, verbal abuse, mentions of physical abuse (nothing too hardcore tho!), swearing, manipulation and my bad writing and grammar oops

Wordcount: 3409

Auther's note: I don't know.... I just wrote it down and hoped for the best honestly. Idk why but Ran just strikes me as someone who just would be overly manipulative and controlling in a relationship... though I could also see him being an awfully great boyfriend.. Well as you can see I went with the not so pleasant option. But I'll def write the other "trope" as well hihi. Enjoy!!

Ran Haitani had ruined your life. 

The warmth that once had surrounded the apartment, that had once surrounded you was replaced by a certain coldness. You longed for the warmth that had once surrounded your life, the warmth that had once been with you before you had met Ran. You longed for a life without the coldness that was brought by Ran. The only thing you could do to regain the warmth was to run away. You had to run away from this apartment, from this life and most certainly from Ran. That was the only way for you to regain strength and to go back to the life you once had, to regain the freedom that had once been part of your life. 

With that, you took all the strength you had left within you to pack your things. You grabbed what you could, or what could even fit within your two bags. Once you had grabbed everything you could, you tossed your phone, your jewelry, everything that was related to him on the bed. Before you left, you grabbed some of the money you had hid in the bathroom, so you could survive a few days before you had found a solution for the mess you had created for yourself. After grabbing the money, you had put aside, you left the apartment once and for all.

You already felt a little warmer after having left the apartment that had felt so cold before. And while you had your way out into the world your mind wandered back to the day you had met Ran for the first time. 

That day, you had decided to spend your day at your very own sanctuary, the bookshop café that was close to your old apartment. And that day, you really felt like you needed to read a good book with a cup of coffee to calm down yourself. The café truly felt like a safe space to you, where you could enter your own world and enjoy some time alone, sometime far away from any responsibilities you had in life. And no matter how hard life had been, a good cup of coffee and a good book would make everything a bit better. 

So, while you were reading a book at your own little table, a tall man dressed in a suit approached your table, putting a hand on the empty chair in front of you. Yet, you didn’t realize until he spoke up. “Sorry to interrupt… is this seat taken by any chance?” He flashed you a kind smile as he asked you about the chair in front of you. You looked around in the café, which led to your realization that the café was filled to the brim with people. Well, someone joining your table wouldn’t hurt, at least that’s what you had thought. “No! not at all!” you replied, indicating for him to take a seat right in front of you. “Thanks, it’s quite full at the moment.” He answered, sitting down on the chair in front of you. Only now you realized how handsome the man sitting in front of you was. He had downturned eyes, that made him appear rather sleepy, yet his hair was styled back, making it look clean and neat, as if he was ready for a business meeting. 

As you were admiring his features, he let out a laugh, which made you snap back to reality. “You were staring quite obviously, you know?” He pointed out whilst leaning back in the chair, watching as your face turned red. “God… I’m so sorry...” you said, hiding your face behind the book to avoid his smug demeanor. “No, don’t be! I mean, you caught my eye as well.” He said, tilting his head to the right, whilst smirking at you. 

That’s how it all started. 

Over the weeks, you and Ran met regularly at the café and the more you met, the more you got to talk. The both of you were talking about everything that came to mind and it later even turned into deeper conversation or one of you sharing advice about a problem the other Person might’ve had at the given moment. 

Even if you needed help, Ran seemed to be ready to help you whenever there was anything bothering you, whatever it had been. This led to you seeing him at least twice a week, whether it was at the café or even at your old apartment or even his. The more you hung out with him, the less you seemed to have time for your other friends. Of course, your friends didn’t mind at first, quite the opposite, they were glad you had found yourself another friend that seemed reliable. Yet, after some time they seemed to notice that you barely hung out with them and if they asked you to hang out, you always mentioned that you were meeting up with ran. After a while your friends grew tired and some even stopped contacting you, they were probably sick and tired of you rejecting every suggestion you had made. 

And even then, you went to Ran to tell him about this.

“Are you serious?” He gasped, plopping down on the couch of your old apartment. “Yeah, Lia and Meng have stopped texting me! They said I was hanging out with you way too much!” You said annoyed yet sighing to yourself. Ran laughed bitterly. “They’re just jealous of us! If I were you, I’d let them be Y/n.” You looked at him as he said this, not sure what he meant by that. “If they really cared about you, they wouldn’t mind you hanging out with me that much.” Ran said, placing an arm over your shoulder to pull you closer towards him. You sigh to yourself once more. “I guess you’re right… if they really cared, they would have stayed…” – “Exactly my dear.” 

And of course you continued to hang out with him, letting your friends go completely. The more you hung out with him, the more you felt connected to him, attracted even. 

Then you fell for him. 

One time, the two of you decided to meet up at a rooftop bar, a bar where he had never taken you before. You had made sure to dress up appropriately for the occasion, well you dressed up for him. It was safe to say that you had thought it was worth it, because he made sure to show you how much he had appreciated you dressing up for him.

 “You look amazing my dear.” He complimented you, pulling back the chair for you, which made your cheeks turn red. “Awe thanks Ran...” You thanked him, sitting down on the chair he had pulled out for you. After he sat down as well, he ordered the both of you some drinks. “How have you been today my dear?” – “Just fine! A bit stressful at work, but otherwise all good!” You answered, smiling at him kindly. Of course he smiled back, leaning back in his chair. “But my dear, I told you to stop with work, I can pay for everything you know?” His smile vanished, a concerned face replacing his kind smile. “Awe come one, I can’t ask that from a friend!” He chuckles slightly. “That’s quite funny… I’ve been meaning to ask you, if you wanted to be my girlfriend.” 

You held your breath for a second after hearing what he had said just a little while ago. The way you reacted to his confession, earned you a laugh from his side. “Did I startle you?” He asked jokingly. “Yeah…” you answered. “I mean… yeah... I would love to be your girlfriend!” A kind smile appeared on his face the moment you agreed to be his girlfriend. 

It all seemed so innocent and perfect. 

As a matter of fact, you were just naïve. 

You were blinded by love, so blinded that his imperfections stayed hidden behind a façade, a façade he had put up for you. But even that façade crumbled after some time, only to reveal who he really was. 

And you hated every second of it. 

The moment his true colors showed, things changed drastically for you. 

Arguments arose frequently, and more often so because something you had done or said wasn’t up to par for him. 

Worst of it all, was that he talked down on your family. He made it seem, as if your family didn’t give a shit about you, he made sure you believed he was the only one that cared for you. Back then, you believed him. Everything that came out of him seemed so sincere to you, as if he wanted to make sure you were safe. Yet, the more he was able to get you away from your family and friends, the lonelier you felt, even with Ran by your side. 

But even to this point you believed that ran had nothing else in mind than your well-being, even when he got harsh during arguments. He meant well. That’s what you had thought.

One night, Ran invited you to eat out at a quite expensive restaurant on the heart of one of the most expensive neighborhoods in Tokyo, Minato. You had dressed up for the dinner and so he has he as well and it all seemed to be perfectly fine. Both of you had talked about your days, what had happened and so on. All was fine until Ran’s demeanor suddenly changed, upon you talking about a male coworker you’ve had. The once kind Ran who’s been sitting there, listening to you attentively was suddenly long gone. Instead, a sinister smile was lingering on his face. 

“You know,” Ran suddenly said, his voice smooth but carrying an unsettling undertone, “I’ve always believed that true loyalty is built on trust and control.”

 His words sent shivers down your spine. You weren’t entirely sure what you should answer to this, so you tried shifting the conversation into another direction and it seemed to work for a little while until it shifted back to you. Back to you and your lifestyle he seemed to criticize and despise.

As Ran poured more wine into your glass, his eyes never leaving yours, he stated. “I just want what’s best for you, Y/n. Sometimes, the people closest to us don’t always have our best interests at heart.”

Ran’s words echoed in your mind, creating an uneasy feeling within you that seemed hard to shake off. As the night continued, all you could think of were Ran’s words. It made you think. Even the night was spent lying awake because of his words. You thought of if he was right. If he was right about the fact that he was the only one that meant well for you. 

And for the time being, you really thought that he did mean well. 

Until the both of you got in a heated argument about work. Work was essential to you; you’ve been working hard to be able to work within your preferred line of work. You’ve put so much blood and sweat into achieving this that it was unnegotiable to you to just give it up. Ran however, seemed to prefer if you stayed back home while he went to work, providing for the both of you. At first it looked like an upright suggestion of his, until he dismissed your wishes of continuing to work. 

He tried to sound nice at first, suggesting it would be a better choice if you stayed home so he could provide for the two of you. But you weren’t having it, so you fought back. 

You learnt quickly that you had made a mistake and he made sure to make you regret it. 

“I’m not stopping with work. Especially not because you don’t want me to interact with my male coworkers.” You stated, trying to assert independency from Ran. There were boundaries that you wanted to keep and to you they had to remain uncrossed. “That’s not what I’m asking of you. All I’m asking of you is to put away what’s keeping you from me. And clearly work is one of those things.” He blurted out, already getting a bit louder. “Alright. I appreciate you coming forward. But work is quite essential you know? I’m not dropping work for you.” 

It was quiet for a bit, until Ran’s demeanor shifted from charming to terrifyingly cold. He grabbed your wrist in a vice-like grip, leaning down until your faces were inches apart from each other. “I’ve done so much for you. For us. And this is how you repay me?” His eyes flashed with anger as he stared you down. “Excuse me? I have never asked for this. You just forced all of this on to me!” – “You’re so fucking ungrateful. I did this all for you. Because I love you.” You scoff at his remark. 

His grip around your wrist tightened upon hearing you scoff at his words. “You don’t understand what love is. Love is loyalty. Love is obedience.” You wince in pain, trying to free yourself from his grip only to be yanked back harshly. “That isn’t love Ran. Love includes freedom and trust. But all you want is to control me.” While speaking your mind, tears welled up in your eyes. You were frustrated and most definitely hurt. All this time you thought Ran only wanted what’s best for you, but in the end his façade dropped, revealing a man that only sought to manipulate and to control others to fuel his inner ego. 

His other hand came up to your face, roughly brushing away a tear. “You don’t get it, do you? Without me, you’re nothing. You need me.” You wished for it to be false, but you knew that he was right. He’s been manipulating you for months, making sure you were dependent on him in almost every aspect of life. You needed him and you were aware of it. You wrenched yourself free from his grip, sobbing as you held your wrist with your other hand. You tried to create some distance between yourself and him as you were afraid of harsher consequences. 

“I’m trying to make things right for the both of us. So, appreciate it.” With that he stormed out of the apartment, leaving you by yourself. This made you realize what situation you were in, and you were certain that you had to leave him to regain your freedom again. 

After the fight you had with him, things only got worse. He became more controlling and more manipulative over time, even making you quit work completely. 

It was unbearable to you. 

And that puts you to where you were right now. You decided to pack your bags and leave, as this was not the live you wanted to live. After you had left the apartment, you immediately made your way to the train station, your tickets to Osaka were already paid for a few days ago. There was no denying the fact that getting into the train already made you feel a lot better than you felt back at the apartment. 

A smile appeared on your face as you took a seat on the train, watching as the train left the main station in Tokyo through the window. You were hoping for a new beginning in a new city, a possible calm and boring life as you’ve had it before meeting Ran. That’s all you really wished for, to lead a normal life. Because of the calmness that overflowed your body, you fell asleep on the train, and it was safe to say that you haven’t slept this well in a while. Because when you arrived in Osaka after an hour of being in the train, you woke up having a lot of energy within you. You felt as if your strength that you’ve seemed to have lost after being with Ran, was back and it truly felt great. 

In Osaka, you went to the apartment that you’ve rented out for at least 3 months, especially so you could get your life back together. It felt even more freeing when you arrived at the empty apartment. It felt new and it felt freeing. 

You had regained freedom again. 

You spent the rest of the day hunting for new jobs, anything that would get you at least a bit of money for the time being. This time, there was no Ran that would pamper you with money, no, this time you had to look out for yourself. At times it felt nice to be pampered, but your freedom was worth far more than a man pampering you, hoping to control your life the way he likes. 

It finally felt as if you had regained control over your life. 

You smiled to yourself as you closed the laptop, leaning against the wall of your new apartment. Closing your eyes for a second, you enjoyed the silence that you’ve barely experienced with ran, as he always picked arguments with you. 

The silence was disturbed by your belly growling, indicating you that it was time for a dinner. And since you didn’t feel like going out tonight, you ordered some dinner online. You made sure to unpack some of the stuff you were able to grab before the food arrived. After a while the doorbell rang, so you immediately made your way to the door to open it. As you opened it, you were greeted by none other than Ran himself, who stood there leaning against the doorframe while holding the food you had ordered in the other.  

“Well well. If that isn’t my dear Y/n.” He said whilst looking down on you, his eyes filled with nothing but anger. Your first instinct was to slam the door shut, however since Ran was stronger, he was able to stop you. “That’s not how you greet your lover my dear.” He made his way inside, slamming the door shut in a harsh manner. Once he was inside, he put the food on the table, his back still turned towards you as he spoke. “I really thought you’d be smarter than trying to run away from me. But I guess that’s on me for not being harsh enough on you.” 

“We… we’re done…” You uttered quietly, even if you wanted to sound harsher or louder, his presence quieted you down. It didn’t matter how harsh you would sound anyway. He’d always be harsher. 

He laughs at your response, finally turning back to you. “You don’t actually believe that do you?” He stepped closer towards you, his eyes fixated on you. You tried to get away from him. He, however, grabbed your wrist harshly, pulling you back to him. His grip tightened with every attempt you made to wrench yourself out of his clutch, it was no use. “You are mine. You are in no position to decide whether you get to leave or not. Understood?” He demanded harshly, his grip around your wrist still tight. You on the other hand were out of breath due to panic. His presence made you feel suffocated, you couldn’t say something even if you wanted to give him an answer. 

“Do you fucking understand?” He asked you again, this time his voice louder than you’ve ever experienced it before. Tears were starting to form in your eyes, due to the sudden shock of the whole situation that arose and escalated within minutes. This led to him raising a hand, is if he were about to hit you. 

“Y-yes…” you muttered, your voice smaller than ever. “Louder.” He demanded harshly, towering over your trembling body. “Y-yes…” you repeated, this time loud enough for him to clearly hear your words. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it my dear?” He said, smiling kindly as his once raised hand now stroked the top of your hand in a kind manner. 

“Time to go home my dear.” He said, placing a kiss on the top of your head. You nod in response, which earned yourself a proud smile from his side. “See? You’re learning quickly.” 

Ran had ruined your life. 

And you knew that there was no way that you’d be able to get the life back that you once had. Ran would be the one to control your life. 

You just had to accept that, whether you liked it or not. 

[saturnisaroace]

Gonna find some Peder Lindell short films & send them to you because it’s 2am & I’m bored out of my fricking mind

I don’t cry much often but THIS got a tear out. He acted it out so well at the end & it’s almost 3am so in my defense I’m very emotion late night😭 I mean, I knew it was gonna be sad given the title but like HOLY CRAP they didn’t have to do me like this😔

I don’t have much to say about this one. There is a slight blood warning tho! (I personally felt lightheaded & a little nauseous from it but nothing like serious idk if you’d feel different tho) I’m not used to seeing Peder as the bad guy even though I’ve seen two films of him being bad so it just feels weird😭 (3 counting the Rise of Red but he wasn’t really BADD in there) I think it was really good though like they did a good job with the one!

That’s all I got for now. Like I said, it’s late for me (almost 4am now) & I don’t really want to stumble upon a horror film right now (I actually did but before I watched it I read the comments & realized it was a horror) so I didn’t want it (the horror one was called ‘FOAM’ or something if you wanna watch it) also sorry for bad grammar am eepy sleepy😭

yoo josh AND peder both got killed in a show/movie

impressive

[yuujism]

itadori, fushiguro, gojo & nanami — cuddling headcanons

REQUEST: Not to be so- sof- s*ft or anything but can you do hcs of cuddling our bois to sleep because you had a nightmare? Had a nightmare about a clown coming for my ass last night and that was NOT what I call festive >:(

| PAIRINGS: itadori yuji, fushiguro megumi, gojo satoru and bonus! nanami kento x gn!reader (separately)

| WARNINGS: fluffy, having nightmares, cuddles omg, grammar errors

| WORD COUNT: idk lol

A/N: hello! (´∀｀) omg anon this request was a while ago so uhm sorry dkjshs but i’m delivering to you!! also i liked this idea a lot bc i’m feeling fluffy 👉👈 so i might do another part of these hcs with yuta, nobara, geto, miwa and whoever you would like!! so anyway!! hope it’s what you expected and enjoy!! 💕

Itadori Yuji

Now when i tell you i see yuji as a heavy sleeper

He may not notice the way you woke up with heavy breathing after a nightmare right away

Or the way you’re moving around

Or the fact you’re softly calling his name for him to wake up

But... well, there’s really no but’s

Yuji won’t wake up until you’re shaking him roughly by his arm

His blurry sight would only let him see yoir silhouette through the dark

But after a few seconds when his brain was a little more functional, Yuji finally heard your breathing

Yuji would immediately go into must protect mod

“Baby...”

His throaty voice would be full of concern yet it would be so sweet as he opens his arms

He is so warm when you finally accommodate yourself in his arms

The skin to skin contact is so relaxing you could almost melt in his embrace

“What’s the matter, Y/N? Want anything?”

You can see he’s still sleepy yet he would jump off the bed if you asked him too

But this time you just wanted him to hold you

Yuji would definitely run his fingers on your hair, massaging your scalp as you breathed in his scent

You can also expect him to start rubbing your back softly and intertwining your legs

In some occasions he would start telling you something funny that happened during his day

Feeling his chest vibrate under your cheeks as he laughed at a particular moment

Yuji definitely kisses your head and your cheeks when your position lets him

He’s just really sweet and understandable, drawing circles over your arm from time to time

Would sometimes hum a random song while your breathing calmed down

Yuji knew he wasn’t perfect at comforting but he tried to be for you

And even if he’s way too tired, Yuji would always wait for you to fall asleep first before he closes his eyes

Fushiguro Megumi

Megumi would be studying while you were taking a nap

I mean, it was like 6pm and you decided to sleep?

Megumi sighed in disbelief at your logic

But then he heard you letting out small noises as you laid in his bed

And at first he tried to stay concentrated and pay it no mind

He really thought it was just your usual sleepy babbling

But when Megumi started hearing your heavy panting

And then your soft cries

Megumi jumped from his chair as fast as he could, running to the bed where you were squirming around

“Y/N?” he whispers, shaking your frame softly

And when you wake up abruptly, eyes filling with tears while looking up at Megumi and flying to his arms

He can’t help but think how cute you are

Megumi feels kinda bad for that ngl

But he’s quick in wrapping his arms around you and lay down next to you

“Bad dream, huh?” He would genuinely ask as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, nodding

Megumi would chuckle and shake his head amusingly

He just really thinks you’re adorable in this state

Would totally read a book or just get lost in his own mind as you breathe calmly next to him

Megumi knows you’re pretty vulnerable when you have a bad dream, so he’s really careful with his actions

He tries to be more gentle with you

Really bad at cuddling and being the big spoon when needed like these times

However Megumi really excels on making you feel protected

Would just hold you tightly and whisper a few “Better?” until you tell him you are okay

You always say you aren’t even if you are just to feel him a little more

Megumi would kiss your nose when you fall asleep again before going back to his own work

Gojo Satoru

This man can be as thick in the head as a brick wall

And also quite an annoying pain in the ass

But he’s cute

And he’s also super caring for you and would never belittle your worries

So when you’re laying next to him one night and start moving around more than usual

Even if it’s just a small movement

Satoru can feel it

Maybe it’s the way he got used to sensing everything around him

But he can clearly feel the way your chest is rising up and down quickly

So naturally, Satoru sits down on the bed looking at you for any kind of reaction

And when you open your eyes with a big gasp only to see a pair of piercing blue eyes looking at you

You swear you got even more scared for a small moment there

But Satoru was quickier and rubbed your cheek with his hand, smiling softly

“You okay there, babe?” it’s kinda lighthearted the way he says it, trying not to sound too serious

And you just shake your head, a small hint of a pout on your face

This is where cuddly!Satoru comes to life

Even if he says otherwise, he actually loves being the big spoon

Satoru loves the feeling of your body pressed against him

So if holding you meant making you feel better then it was a win-win situation for both of you

Looooves drawing small circles on your tummy and thighs and kiss the back of your neck

Satoru is just really touchy and sweet when it comes to cuddling so expect a lot of kisses

He would most likely throw his long leg over you when he’s half asleep

After that nightmare, whenever he feels you move around, he tries to hold you tight in his sleep

Satoru does this so you don’t feel like you’re alone only because he’s asleep

Overall really sweet and cute, pretty clueless with his soft kicks when you both are already sleeping soundly

Bonus!Nanami Kento

So Nanami really takes care of his sleeping time

He’s usually really tired so he would rather not have anything disturb him

But for you, he makes an exception in almost every single aspect of his life

So when Nanami feels the way you’re poking his arm, almost shyly

He wakes up to look at your nervous face, just one eye open as he yawns a little

Nanami is a man of a few words and a good observant

So you don’t have to say anything because he’s already wrapping an arm around you

Pulling you close to his chest as he places a kiss on the top of your head

“It’s okay, I’m here with you” he would whisper tiredly, releasing a sigh when he feels the way you nod

Nanami doesn’t have to say much to you and you’re glad for that

He has a way to make you feel safe with the smallest of touches

So you sleep soundly with his hands caressing your arm and listening to his breathing

Nanami secretly loves the way your lips brush against his chest

He decides it’s time for him to sleep again once you’re asleep

[kanene-yaaay]

No Moving

Kanene’s note: One year ago I threw a surprise party (very small and cozy) in my house and, after some hours, one of mah friends suggested we played some old games from our childhood and I remember my first thought was “Hey, no. We’re not children anymore.” but I said nothing because that sounded a lot like what society would want me to say. We played. And that was one of the best days I’ve ever had. Good enough to give me inspiration for this fanfic. With a lot of chaos and dorky sides and chaos and tickles!!! So I'm giving this to myself as a gift, because, ya know... S e r o t o n i n! Soooo, the lesson? Idk. Be feral, do chaos, play and f**k the society, I guess. Happy day for us all!!! :DD

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to Thomas Sanders and his series Sanders Sides!

* This is a SFW tickle fanfic, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of fabulous arts in this site!!  ^w^)b

* This is Ler!Roman and Ler!Virgil with Lee!Logan and Lee!Patton. Around 3.700 words.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Eu vou traduzir ainda ;w;. Thank you so so so much for being with me through all this crazy and difficult year. It’s been a bless to have all of you in my notes, my askys, and my notifications! Take care of yourself, lollipop, you deserve. <33

[~*~]

It was a sunny day. The heat from the biggest star of our solar system being placated by a relaxing wind incessantly throwing the napkins from the so careful, yet messy – as if this wasn’t a tradition the quartet repeated affectionately every single year – decorated table. The friends positioned themselves around it. The surprise party’s rush being already over after all their screaming, singing, eating and bickering, leaving the four to lazily chat or stare the breeze carrying lonely flowers around Virgil’s – the one who offered his house as a sacrifice to the chaos - yard, making them float in the air for some seconds before forgetting them on the dirt again.

Virgil snored softly from the spot he conquered on the tabletop, taking a peaceful nap. Patton was saying, in the fastest pattern he could muster, all the dad jokes his brain managed to think only to see how much time Logan would continue to give him the silent treatment before finally – and figuratively, the owner of the only brain cell of their group would say if he heard this narrative, - exploded and Roman? 

Well, Roman was bored.

“I HAVE AN IDEA!!”

Then he slammed his hands on the top of the wooden object, successfully scaring Virgil out of it and of his sleeping – leading the poor adult to fall. Not before kicking a cup in Roman’s direction, his moves being weakened enough by his fogged brain so he missed it and hit Roman’s carefully manicured hands, instead, – at the same Patton, by reflex, slapped the two poor persons who had the bad luck of sitting next to him. He gathered the perfect timing to interrupt Logan’s scared jump by his confused ‘Why did- why- Why did you hit ME?’ sputtering.

“Ow.” The one in red shirt held protectively his arm and hand next to his chest, protesting with his usual offended noises as analyzed the light red spots on them and purposely ignored the ‘What the FUCK, Princey??’ shouted by the host. “Ow. O-w. Are you guys seriously going to hit me every time I try to make your poor lifes better, your barbarians? You know what? I am offended. Your peasants. I am going to get my dear Amanda the katana and then I am- I am out.” 

Logan deadpanned in his direction, lifting one of his eyebrows in his disbelief expression as the other didn’t give a single step to the exit. He did his best to maintain the façade as Patton fuzzed over him, hugging and apologizing and hugging and softly petting his head and offering cake before gasping and turning around to fuzz now over Roman. “… Okay. I am taking Patton with me.”

“Over my dead, haunted body.” Virgil quickly proclaimed before his tune got slurred, very much likely still sleepy. “I saw…” He balanced his hands in front of him, eyes wide and hair spiked, very much reminding of a scared cat. “I saw the angel of death, in all his tall dark, cold aura. In front of me. He was right before me, full of-” He moved his hands more, as if that compensated for his lack of words. “Emo.”

“…Thanatos?” Logan pointed.

“Yeah, yeah. That guy.” Virgil came back to his initial position laying down on the cold surface, yawing. “Totally emo.”

“Actually, when he was created-”

“Excuse me. Focus, focus!” The one who initiated the commotion snapped his fingers until all the eyes were fixated on him, glares traveling from interested to unimpressed. “My brilliant idea? That will light up this party and hearts? Drum the drums!” Silence. He turned to Patton, who was staring at a cute butterfly mindless flying around. “Patton! The drums!” The one wearing black rims seemed to come back to reality, drumming his fingers on the table. “Very well!” Roman spun, extending the suspense. Logan came back to scrolling on his phone, Virgil getting closer to take a look, both hiding a smirk when heard the pout in Roman’s tune. “You’re all jerks and boring. Let’s play S.T.O.P!”

That caught their attention.

“Roman, you are…” Logan talked slowly, as if trying to make his words as clear as possible, “aware that we’re adults now, right?”

“Aw, come on, guys!” Patton jolted upright. “Sounds fun! And I think Virgil’s yard is bigger enough to make it even better than when we played in middle school!”

“Exactly! And it was one of your favorites games when you were younger, remember, Specs? I think it’s a good way to celebrate that special date which is your birthday!” Logan scoffed at that, albeit his mind was somewhere else. 

Roman wasn’t wrong, he really used to love this game, especially because he was good at it. His love for sports was often ignored by most of his classmates because of his good grades – Logan never understood why one thing would exclude other – therefore he was constantly forgotten in the team or even underestimated. Two things extremely crucial in a game like this. Roman noticed his contemplating face. “I mean, except you are afraid of losing. Again.” 

“I did not lose! Kyle fell on me and he was the only one supposed to be out and not both of us and you. Know. It!”

“No, no, no! Claire said you were the one who tripped on your way and then YOU fell on Kyle-”

“That is nonsense! If Claire had stopped just one second her Dance of Victory, she would be able to see that, by the angle we both were on the ground there was no way I would be able to-”

“Oh, plu-e-ase. You are just a sore los-”

“What is this game?” Virgil questioned Patton, both letting the bickering fall on the background, who smiled widely, his gaze unfocusing a bit, probably watching some old memories of his childhood.

“It is a very simple but fun game!! One person stays next to a wall and, oh! We call him the Looker by the way! Or even some large thing and the others players stay the most away from him as possible. The person next to the wall has to count until a certain number of his choice and while he is counting everyone is free to wander around the place until he turns around, then every player has to freeze on the same spot and position they were. If you move and the Looker catches you, you’re out. You win if you touch the wall where he was. You can do everything you want as long the Looker is not staring at you.

“There was that one kid who managed to win the game by climbing a tree until he was close enough to jump from it and run to the wall before the Looker shouted he was out.” The one wearing two party hats as ‘cat hears’ stopped to breath. “Ah! Ah! Also! If you’re out you can choose to just watch the game or become the Looker’s partner and try to help him. Roman and Logan used to be the worst ever when together.” He giggled, sounding a bit hysteric.

“Hm. I think they used to call this ‘10 Seconds’ in my school, since you could count only further than 10 seconds.” Virgil then frowned. “Wait, why were they the worst?”

“Uhh, so, you see, the Lookers can use some… attics to try to make you move. Logan and Roman usually choose to-”

“I do NOT wish to participate.” Logan stated, crossing his arms stubbornly. Roman sighed. 

“Well, you do you.” Roman then traveled his glare to the others two. “Are you guys coming? I’m the Looker.”

“I’m in!!” Patton excitedly got up, joggling his way to the yard, casting a slightly worried look at Logan, who was adjusting his chair in order to have a better view of the game. Virgil shrugged, taking off his hoodie and following them, quickly throwing a ‘You ok?’ as he passed next to the most professional of the group.

“Yes.” He deeply breathed, sounding calmer. “Yes, I am.” And then give him a bite of a smile. 

Roman positioned himself before the colorful three foot tall concrete tunnel forgotten there by the last owner, barely catching with the corner of his field view his two friends whispering something to each other, the one wearing two party hats snickering behind his hand, bouncing as also choose a good position far away from him, who tried to not think much about what he just presented. A suspicious feeling crawled the back of his neck.

“Go.” Logan pronounced. 

“Oneeeee, twooo, three, fourfivesixseveneight,” Roman turned away from them, counting in a tune just above a whisper. Patton and Virgil exchanged glances.

When he got at twenty, he turned. 

Only to find Virgil laid on the grass, his arm extended to point something in the sky, Patton crouched by his side, his face firm in a puzzled expression staring in the same direction, hand above his eyes to block the Sun. Roman frowned in confusion, the curiosity tickling the back of his brain until he succumbed to it, also looking at the sky to - surprise, surprise! – find absolutely nothing!

By the time he stared at them again Patton now was in front of Virgil, both making what seemed like a very horrible parody of The Creation of Adam painting. Roman got closer, managing to clearly see the smug smile on Virgil’s face and Patton wobbly lips, very much likely holding laughter. He crossed his arms, staying stubbornly for some seconds before giving up, seeing that none of them moved a single millimeter. 

“You two are so funny.” Roman rolled his eyes, sarcasm dropping from each word. Logan snorted.

This time the Looker counted at only fifteen seconds.

This time Patton was in Virgil’s arms when he turned, one leg suspended dramatically in the air. The third time Roman growled loudly as Virgil was on one knee, pretending to propose to Patton who was frozen in the middle of his faint. In the fourth he didn’t even have the chance to turn before two hands tased his sides, making his knees buckle but being held in the same place when a pair of arms that hugged him from behind, capturing the poor adult in a flow of high-pitched squeaks and surprised laughter at each squeeze and spidering deposited just above his hips. 

Some minutes later soft snorts followed him to the ground when he was finally freed, flames running on his face and his arms firmly pressed at his sides, the ghost tickles leading to a sea of giggles dancing in the air.

“Enough.” Logan cut the moment, all the eyes on him when he got up, stretching and loosening his party tie. The Looker recomposed himself in order to sneak pokes and squeezes on the other two, who quickly dashed their way back to the yard. “You both clearly aren’t taking this seriously enough.” A dangerous gleam took over his eyes, staring intently to Roman, who instantly got the same kind of shine in his own glare, nodding in his direction. Both too much preoccupied to notice Virgil and Patton silently high fiving in the distance.

The game started again, now a very different electricity dancing in the air. Logan sensed an old feeling of nostalgia resting on his back as he analyzed the place and his opponents as things went by. Roman turned for at least three times – the perfect number for things to get really interesting, - before he decided to finally move from his place.

Silent steps, he went right to Patton. Logan breathed in relief, taking the opportunity to adjust his strategic position half behind the tree. Patton kept a pattern of switching from moving too fast in a round and then barely taking a step in the other, however, as Roman stopped before him, and for the way he soundless snickered as The Looker changed his target to Virgil, his weakness was still holding his laughter when stared for long periods of time.

Virgil was sitting on the grass. Again. A very good tactic when you tend to fidget or tremble a lot. He would stay in the same position for some rounds until in an explosion of energy dash forward when Roman wasn’t paying attention. The Looker crouched in front of him, his index finger pointing and almost touching his nose.

“You. I don’t trust you.”

And then there was Logan.

“You,” Roman stared in distance – not because of fear pffff of course not - Logan’s form half hidden by the foliage and trunk of the medium tree, his glass making his eyes gleam in a light even more enhanced due the shadow provided by the plant, the rest of his face being partially hidden because of his bangs falling on his features. “are fucking creepy. Stop.”

In the next round Patton gave everyone a heart attack when he screamed since he didn’t heard/saw Logan approaching his spot. Two more rounds. Virgil sneezed and lost his balance in a not very ideal mid-run position. Out.

“Oh, thank gracious, great goodness!! Come here, Knight Mare!! I have an idea!!” Virgil barely had time to stop swearing for losing before being recruited by Roman, who immediately began to whisper in his ear.

 “What do you think they’re talking about?” Patton asked, both being close enough for the question doesn’t need to be spoken above a murmur.

“Not a good thing for us both, I am sure.” In that moment The Lookers turned and a cold shiver ran Logan who, for the way Patton trembled, wasn’t the only one. Adrenaline started pulsing on his veins when they approached, although the birthday person had no idea of why. His old memories too much buried under newer ones for him to catch them.

“Nooohoho.” The cat lover whined and the fact Roman clearly saw that but did nothing to point it, his only reaction being to expand his grin, worsened Logan fears, a ray of recognition finally shining on his mind. That should be how karma feels.

“Look at you both, just standing right there, not being allowed to move an only single inch. What a sad fate, don’t you think, Princey?”

“Oh, absolutely, emo. A horrible, wondrous thing, indeed. But you know what that would be perfect for?” Roman now was just a few centimeters away, the infinitesimal distance being cut when he inclined forward, his breath tickling Patton’s – Poor Patton – ear. “Revenge. You know, Pattycake, Hot Topic here told me the previous attack on my amazing person was your idea. And now that I stop to think, what a wonderful idea, don’t you think, Pat-pat?”

Virgil pulled lightly Roman’s shoulder, sensing the other about to crack but yet having too much fun to end this all so early. “But not now. No touching, right?”

“Oh, right, right. Of course, no touching!” He wiggled his fingers, barely away from the poor target’s ribs, his cheeks already beginning to get pink from blush. “No touching, no touching, no touching, but, most important than anything else: no. moving.”

“Oh, yeah.” Virgil took the opportunity to walk around, stopping right behind Patton, who firmly closed his eyes, the smile he carried getting bigger. “Because the exact, very moment when you can’t take the teases anymore so you break and move?” He tsked. “Then all your protection will be over and you will be all helpless and vulnerable for us to tickle,” He almost purred the words, in the slowest way possible. “tickle, tickle, tickle for hours and hours. Can you imagine that, Popstar? Our fingers prodding and squeezing and tickling every single ticklish spot they find?”

“Ohoho.” Roman evil laughed. “Tickle spots? My Dear Imbalanced Romance, our pipsqueak here doesn’t have any tickle spots. He IS a tickle spot. Ah! I can almost hear his hysteric high-pitched squeaks and giggles! Such an adorable, beautiful, cute melody to my ears. Actually, I don’t know if I will ever be able to stop, Virgil. It’s just all too beautiful and intoxicating, you know?”

“Mm hm,” The other seemed to stop to think. Patton felt like he was going to melt at any moment. “Well, we could always just keep going forever.”

“Of course!” Roman again ignored the slight trembling of the cat lover’s chest, probably due all the giggles trapped there. “Don’t you think it will be wonderful and oh, so, so fun, cutiepants? Receiving all the tickles and nuzzles and raspberries and tickle hugs and tickly butterfly kisses forever and ever and ever? ~” He sing-song the last part.

“But,” Logan almost jumped in the same place, not even realizing how much keyed up he was before Virgil’s breath attacked the back of his defenseless neck. Suddenly all his nerves were hype-aware that he couldn’t turn around or run or even rub away the tingles. Goosebumps ran freely across his spine. “Let’s not forget about our so sensitive nerd here too, right?”

“Sure. Sensitive.” If he didn’t know Roman for all these years, Logan would almost swear he was the Cheshire cat, his smirk almost blocking Patton who hugged himself behind him, giggling quietly. “Because the serious, smart, professional Logan would never be ticklish, right? That is such a childish thing and he definitely, definitely outgrow it for now.”

“Yup. I am sure that, if we slowly and thoroughly spider our fingers all the way up from his sides to his armpits, being sure to give each and every rib a special attention since we don’t want to let anyone feeling left out, there will be no reaction.”

“Absolutely! No reaction at all! Not even if we squeeze the hollows of his hips, or scribble on his already quivering tummy, or massage his shoulder blades or lightly, almost not touching, scratch his armpits… It will be all in vain since our birthday boy is not ticklish.”

“Which means: No wheezy, frantic laughter.”

“Or sputtering among his squeals.” 

“Or cute snorts. Don’t forget the snorts.”

“And what about when the snorts get mixed with his belly laughter?”

“Ohh, that is some good shit you have there.”

Logan was dying. He was fucking dying and the only thin line keeping him alive was his stubborn nature. He could already feel his barrier cracking and crumbling right before him. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, only to find both Lookers walking away back to the tunnels, not taking long before starting to count, this time out loud. The one with the, now freaking out, braincell began to snap his fingers non stop, trying to get away some of the built excited energy, some titters escaping from his lips during his happy stimming.

Roman and Virgil looked at each other and then the adorable scene right in front of them, deciding to have mercy and wait patiently for Logan and Patton – who yet didn’t stop giggling and hugging himself – to calm down.

(…)

One. Move.

And in the next second, they both were tackled on the ground.

“No, no, no!!! No!!” Patton was already giggling, trying to run from Roman’s firm hug, attacking with squeezes and scribbles in every spot he succeeded to research on the Looker as he also tried to escape from his friends’ hands attempting to hold him in the same place. “Wait, wait!” He cried, barely catching a glimpse of Logan’s trashing before an idea popped in his mind. “If we all gang up on Logan, I will tell about his secret tickle spot!!”

“Patton!!” Logan’s protest came out difficulty between his tight grin due his constant effort in trying to buckle Virgil from him, both struggling to immobilize the other and playfully rolling in the grass. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Pffft.” Roman said, a happy cry following his sentence when he finally managed to hold one of Patton’s hands, intertwining their fingers so the cat lover wouldn’t try to pry it away. “Nonsense, I know his tickle spots.”  

“Not all of them. ~”

“Patton, I am to going not figuratively end you. Get OFF, Virgil-”

“In your dreams.” He crackled. “Also, Patton, I’m listening.”

“Virgil! Don’t align with the enemy! And, of course I know all of them!”

“Even the one…”

“Patton, no! Stop!” Roman even if concentrated in tickling Patton’s knee so he could sit on his legs, got the slight tremble in Logan's voice, his curiosity one more time starting to take over his brain.

“Sorrey, sorrey, Lo! You know I love you but-”

“Patton, please.” Logan almost smiled as he fought his way to hug and trap Virgil from behind, but losing his balance as the other quickly turned and delivered a raspberry on his neck and quick squeezes on his left thigh. “dON’T!! I-I am going to bakeEEK - Fuck! - you a whole batch of cookies if you don’t tell them!”

Roman caught in the offer, his curiosity immediately perking up, answering in a bat:

“I’m going to tickle you both to pieces if you don’t tell us now.”

“Sorrey, Logan,” Patton tried to sound apologetic, but his excited smile made this task more difficult. “it’s you or me.”

“I’m going to tell them about your calves!” Logan threatened at the same time Patton said “It’s his lower back!”

“TRAITOR!” Both also shouted in synchrony. In a blink of eye Roman let Patton go and helped Virgil to make the most serious one of the group lay down on his stomach.

“I despise you all.” The aforementioned pronounced.

“Aww. Come on.” Virgil lowered, searching the other’s eyes, grinning. “Aren’t you enjoying the view?”

“400.000 years of evolution for humanity to become this. You all should be ashamed of yourselves.”

“You know, talking like this makes me think you don’t want us to give you your so dearly craved birthday tickles, Pocket Protector!”

The three of them stared at the other, looking carefully for any slight indication that Logan was truly uncomfortable with the situation, receiving as response only a scoff, the blush painting his face as a whispered mumble flew from his mouth.

“You’re so cute!” Patton squealed, giving a light tickly kiss on the back of his neck, leading the attacked to suppress a small giggle which progressively got louder as the cat lover tickled his armpits, Roman and Virgil seeing unfazed by Logan’s squirming. “Okay, okay. You have to tickle his lower back but starting with reeeeeally slow scratches at his sides before speeding it to the fastest scribbling you can muster as you move to his spine!”

Logan hid his hot face behind his hands, the yelps and snorts already escaping between his fingers. He was, objectively, going to love every single second of this.

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Carrot Top- 12: Silenced

Well, it’s here. I’ve been writing a lot more, I need to remember to edit so I can post stuff and not worry about it anymore. Also, woah. I didn’t expect this chapter to be as long as it turned out to be, but oh well I guess. Sorry not sorry.

CW: Restraints, defiant whumpee, possessive/controlling whumper, knives, non con touching (non sexual), dehumanization, blood, some mild gore? (idk I got kinda descriptive but not too bad I guess)

Tags: @imagination1reality0, @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi, @thehopelessopus (let me know if you want to be added/removed!)

Masterlist is here. Previous part here.

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Howe tried his best to calm the young man down as his chest heaved uncontrollably. His body was wracked with sobs. His heart pumped faster and his lungs beat harder as the tears streamed down the sides of his face.

The Doctor grabbed a clean rag and began wiping the tears away as best as he could. He was trying to hold back tears of his own as he gently cleaned the boy’s face.

“Shhh, it’s okay, calm down. You can breathe, you can breathe, you’ll be okay. Just remember to breathe now, come on.” 

He set the rag down and grabbed the anesthetic, beginning to insert it into the iv. Howe quickly turned back to the boy once it had entered into his system. 

“Don’t worry, this’ll all be over soon. When you wake up you’ll feel a lot better. You’re gonna get sleepy now, but that’s okay. Just breathe and relax for me. It’s okay, it’ll be okay.”

Andrew’s eyes darted back to the small box that contained the chip and he tried to hold back another wave of tears- but he had no control over his body. He didn’t want that thing inside of him. That was far worse than a collar- than a beating, or a couple of scars. That was permanent it was- it was full and complete control. 

A wave of sleepiness wafted over his body as his muscles ached and throbbed. He felt his eyelids getting heavier, spots coming into his vision as he was forced to relax.

Howe looked back towards the microchip and quickly moved it behind a pile of supplies on the cart next to him, hiding it from both of their views. He shook his head and wiped away the fresh tears that came, as Andrew’s eyes grew heavier.

“I’m just doing my job. I can’t- I-I have to, I-” He sighed, right as Andrew’s eyes fluttered closed. 

“I’m sorry.”

-   -   -

When Andrew woke up he was still unable to move. 

Not because he had the anesthesia or a paralytic or anything in his system, but because he was still strapped down to the table. 

The band going across his forehead had been released, and his head was instead propped up on a small pillow. But the thick straps still wrapped around his arms and legs, his hips, and his shoulders. 

Thick stitches and scars lined the front of his torso, a large line going from underneath his collarbone to his belly button. Instead of an intubation tube down his throat, a smaller one wrapped around his head hooking under his nose. 

It was a gentle reminder to breathe as he tried not to panic. 

Especially as he began to panic when the man that walked into the room was not Doctor Howe.

With the way that he was positioned, he was able to look down at his chest. He was able to see the scars that would stay there, able to feel the ache in his bones and the pressure that had been on his chest as he struggled to breathe. 

And all that he could think as Splice approached the table was that this was all his fault. 

And that anger rose throughout Andrew much stronger than the fear or the panic did.

For at least a moment.

“Go away.” Andrew croaked.

He didn’t realize how hoarse and tired his voice was going to sound. It made him instantly feel a lot weaker.

Splice ignored his words and pulled a stool over to sit down at the side of the table.

“The doctor fixed you up pretty nicely. How are you feeling?”

“Bothered.” He replied. “Leave me alone.” Andrew shut his eyes in an attempt to block out the man sitting next to him. That attempt failed as fingers locked into his hair.

Splice gripped the curls tightly and ran a hand through them, inspecting the strands before lifting them up and letting them fall back onto the table. 

“Well look at that. Your hair is already starting to fade. I wonder how long I can continue to call you carrot top before it completely loses its color.”

“Don’t touch me.” He growled.

Andrew’s eyes stayed close while the man ran fingers through his hair. He knew that that was a side affect of his powers. Using them too much had a tendency to deplete the pigmentation of his hair, and his freckles as well. It was almost as if his body was drawing the energy he used from the vibrance of his natural colors. When he didn’t use his abilities, it had no affect on him and his hair stayed a bright orange-red. When he overexerted himself, his freckles would fade, and his hair would begin to turn a bleach blonde, almost a white. 

He guessed that having his powers physically stripped from him through that device placed in his chest would have the same affect.

Splice traced a finger down the stitches along his chest. Goosebumps broke the boy’s skin and he couldn’t help but shiver. The man hooked another finger around the ring in his collar and tugged at it ever so slightly. Andrew jerked against his restraints but it sent a jolt of pain throughout his chest and he gasped at the shock.

The man laughed and shook his head. 

“Good to know you’re awake enough to move about. Or at least to wiggled.” Splice laughed. 

“Let’s see, should we have another grammar lesson? Surely you remember the first one.” 

Andrew kept his eyes closed and his mouth silent as Splice asked him the five questions.

“Who do you belong to?”

Silence. Splice sighed and continued.

“What are you.”

As the man’s frustration built he turned to another tactic and created a clone of himself. Splice seemed to melt from the top of his head, the ooze spilling onto the floor and then rising up again. The second man took shape and moved to stand on the other side of the table. 

Andrew’s eyes shot open as he felt two more hands on his body. Splice already had one on his collar and a grip in his hair, but now the clone placed a cold hand in the middle of his chest and a second one gripped his upper arm. 

“Where, and when?”

Andrew’s breathing got a bit heavier but he continued to remain silent, clenching his teeth. 

“Why?”

Splice gripped the collar tighter, lifting Andrew’s head slightly off the table as he forced him to look him in the eye. The boy hiccuped out a breath but didn’t speak.

“Why resist? It’ll just make it harder for you in the long run.”

The clone stepped back to grab something out of the corner of Andrew’s eye. He couldn’t make out what the object was as it was handed to Splice.

“Let’s try this again, shall we?” His fingers latched back into Andrew’s curls. “Who? Who do you belong to?” 

The boy breathed deeply. 

Himself. He didn’t belong to anyone.

He spoke the words carefully as he answered the question.

“Me. I belong to me.”

All of a sudden there was fire spreading around his leg in his left thigh. It was small but seemed to grow larger as the pain seemed to expand. It wasn’t until he had let out a gasp and a choked back sob that he realized it was a knife. 

Just the tip poked into his thigh. It was barely half an inch deep but already he could see the blood wanting to seep out.

“Wrong answer.” Splice stated. “Let’s continue though shall we? What are you?” 

Andrew knew what he needed to say, despite knowing he shouldn’t say it.

“A human with- with thoughts and feelings.”

He gasped and groaned through his teeth as the knife pushed into his leg deeper. Splice just shook his head.

“Where, and When?”

“Away from you.”

“You haven’t learned yet have you?”

As Splice spoke, the knife drove further into the flesh of his leg. Andrew stifled back a scream that soon erupted forth. After the initial pain had died down he felt able to breathe again. 

“Lastly, Why?”

“Because I- because-” he took a deep breath, willing his voice to be steady before managing to get his answer out. “Because you’re cruel and inhuman.”

Andrew shrieked as the knife was pushed into his leg as far as it would go.  There was a squelch and a thump as the hilt of the blade met his skin, blood pooling over the sides of his leg. 

Splice melted apart to form a third clone.

“It looks like you didn’t learn anything from your last lesson. Shall we try again?” 

The clone stood over Andrew, lifeless, emotionless. Just an empty shell of a physical body positioned to stand in one spot for the sake of intimidation. 

Splice gripped the handle of the knife tightly, and Andrew could feel the cold metal of the blade inside of his leg, fighting against the throbbing muscles and bone. 

Slowly, the man began to turn the knife inside of Andrew’s leg. 

Andrew felt the knife tearing at the muscles, blood spurting out with every movement, and he howled. 

He bucked against the table, thrashing as best as he could despite the restraints. He felt desperate to get away from the pain that was flaring up and down his leg. That fiery pain seemed to spread to his chest, making it tighter and harder to breathe. He sobbed as tears poured down his face. 

“I hope you’ll finally learn something this time, hmm?”

Andrew clenched his eyes shut.

“Who do you belong to?”

The boy choked back a sob. He didn’t want to answer. He didn’t want to give in, but more than anything he wanted to be away from the pain. And he knew that the only one to be free from pain, was compliance and obedience. 

Splice asked once more.

“Who do you belong to?”

“I- I’m yours. I belong to- to you.”

Splice smiled and pulled the knife out a few inches. Andrew gasped, throwing his head back as it the blade moved in his leg.

“What are you?”

Andrew heaved out a breath, the tears streaming down his face. 

“A- a tool. Used how- how you see fit.”

“Good, you’re catching on. Now where, and when.”

Andrew couldn’t breathe. Once more, he struggled for the breath that seemed to never come. But he had to answer. Answering meant less pain. Less struggle.

“Here. And for-” he hiccuped through a sob as he tried to form the words that he didn’t want to say. “And,- and for forever.” 

The knife came almost the full way out of his leg that time. Just the tip remaining inside his flesh.

“And lastly, why? Why am I doing this Andy?”

The boy choked back a sob at the nickname. 

That was something only his mom was allowed to call him. He’d lived without her for a few years now, but at this moment he wished for nothing more than to be curled up on her couch with his sisters- eating her home cooked food, laughing and smiling.

“Why?”

“Because I-” He could barely form the words throughout the sobs and wails that wracked his body. “Because I- I deserve it. I’m worthless.”

The knife left his body and clattered to the ground as Splice chucked it aside. Blood began to gush heavily from the open gash in his thigh, soaking his pants and pooling around the table.

Andrew was right. He felt worthless. He believed that he was. 

Otherwise he would have been stronger. He wouldn’t have been so weak and given in to Splice so easily. The last time he’d seen his friends was in an argument. They were mad at him because he was so selfish. Because he didn’t care about that, because he was a terrible friend.

No wonder they hadn’t come for him.

And they weren’t ever going to come for him.

Because he was worthless.

Splice smiled, clearly satisfied. 

“What did you say?”

Andrew moaned through his despair. The tears ran down his face. 

“I- I’m worthless.”

“That’s right.” Splice stated. He melted into another clone that took a spot around the table. “You are only what I say you are. Nothing more. This is no longer your life, but mine.” 

Beads of sweat dripped down the man’s forehead as he split into another clone, and then another. 

There were six of them now. They surrounded Andrew on all sides, leaning over him, blocking his vision. 

Splice was all he could see, and then it was all he could feel. 

Cold, unfeeling hands grabbed at his limbs, invading his space. They gripped his legs, around his arms and neck, resting on his head, chest, or shoulders. The hands didn’t squeeze, or pinch, or inflict pain.

They just marked their ownership. 

And Andrew was helpless to do anything about it.

He wished to be able to push them off. To throw himself off of that table and at Splice, tackling him to the ground, picking up the knife, to-

But he couldn’t.

He instead laid there. 

No longer himself, but an obedient mind inside of a useless body. 

Splice had claimed him. 

He’d marked him with a collar and a whip. The man had broken him- literally, and left him as an empty shell of the funny, charming and energetic self that he used to be.

“I. Own. You.” Splice stated. “Do you understand?” 

Andrew nodded. He was willing to do anything at this point to get the man’s hands off of him. To get Splice to leave him alone, to let him shrink into himself and hide. 

“I- I understand. I’m sorry. Pl- please don’t-, please- I understand, I do. I’m sorry, please just- just, don’t I- I’ll-” His words were cut off by his own choked back sobs as he tried to plead and beg. For what, he wasn’t sure. Maybe for a relief of the pain and despair that he felt. Maybe for some satisfaction in hoping that if Splice listened to his pleas, he would still feel some semblance of control.

“Shh, I have plenty of time to hear you grovel later.” Splice stated. “For now, you have to be punished for speaking back earlier. For being defiant and arguing with me.”

At the sound of a punishment the boy’s heart began to beat faster, and he started to panic again.

“No!” He cried. “Please! Don’t I’ll- I’m, I’m sorry. Please, don’t just don’t I’ll be good, I promise, -let- let me be good please- please… just don’t- don’t punish me, please-” 

Splice seemed amused and a little satisfied as the boy pleaded with him, but he remained stern. 

“This punishment is for speaking out, so don’t you think you might want to shut your mouth?”

Andrew’s pleas stopped nearly immediately. Instead dying down to a small whimper and a cry, as the man sent off one of his clones to retrieve what was needed for the boy’s punishment.

Andrew couldn’t see what was happening as large hands came near his face. The oxygen tube around his nose was removed and tossed carelessly aside. His eyes were swelled with tears, and blurry without his glasses. He couldn’t make out what was happening until something cold and hard was being pressed up against his lips. 

Instinctively he opened his mouth and the foreign item was shoved inside. It pressed up against his tongue and his teeth as he discovered it was made of rubber. As it was forced further into his mouth behind his teeth, thick fabric followed to wrap around his nose and under his jaw. The same cold hands lifted up his head, wrapping thick straps behind his neck and tightening them behind his ears.  

The material was a soft leather, but to Andrew it felt like the toughest substance in the world. It restricted all movement to his mouth, and the bit inside muffled any sounds he tried to make. 

A muzzle.

Out of instinct, he attempted to move his mouth to make any noise, form any word, but he couldn’t. He knew the efforts were futile. The leather was trapped too tightly around his face for anything to come out. 

A whimper died out quickly as Splice chuckled, letting the boy’s head fall back onto the table. 

“That should do it.” He stated.

Each clone melted one by one as Splice gave up the controls he had on them. They dissolved quickly, releasing their grips on Andrew’s limbs and body as the puddles evaporated.

Each of Andrew’s abilities to communicate had been stripped away. It had been nearly two days since he could move on his own, he had lost all control over his own body, and now, he couldn’t speak. 

All he had left was his eyes.

The boy’s emotions were clear just by looking at them. Tears welled up uncontrollably and flooded out, streaming down his cheeks and landing in his hair.

Splice chuckled, satisfied with his results as he left the boy alone. 

Broken, and silenced.

[euxagnes]

⟨ KIANA LEDE. CISFEMALE. SHE/HER. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, AGNES ORTEGA is actually a descendent of H Y P N O S. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-THREE year old ART HISTORY MAJOR from MONTERREY, MEXICO has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite OPEN-MINDED & QUIET.

hi all !! it’s zarah again lmao ..

s  t  a  t  i  s  t  i  c  s  

full  name ,  nicknames  :  agnes elysavet ortega ,  agnes

age  ,  dob  ,  zodiac :  twenty -  three  , january 18  ,  capricorn

hometown  :  monterrey, mexico

gender  ,  pronouns :  cis female  ,  she / her

orientation  :  demisexual , demiromantic

height :  5′2″

occupation  :  student

language(s)  spoken  :  english  -  fluent   ,   spanish  -  fluent   ,   greek   -   fluent

similar  characters  :  dana polk  (  the cabin in the woods  )  ,  willow rosenberg  (  buffy the vampire slayer  )  ,  ariadne  (  inception  )  ,  andrea sachs   (  the devil wears prada  )  ,  ben hargreeves  (  the umbrella academy  )  ,  sailor mercury  (  sailor moon  )  ,  rachel chu  (  crazy rich asians  )

b  a  c  k  g  r  o  u  n  d

an only child to a set of rich workaholic parents, she’s lived most of her life in solitude. 

agnes was ten when she learned of her real father, hypnos. she had gone to take her mother’s hand when she saw.. everything. the drunken night that they’d shared together, to her mother finding out that she was pregnant. 

it scared the absolute shit out of her, and upon her mom’s admittance, she withdrew from the relationship she had shared with both of her ‘parents’. hypnos began to visit her in her sleep soon after, and took agnes under his wing.

her newfound gifts scared the absolute shit out of her. she couldn’t so much as graze another’s skin without seeing their lowest of days. and as much as she ached to change these memories, the idea of having the ability to manipulate with such ease made her sick.

she literally became elsa headass wearing leather gloves all the time ok i’m NOT joking she was really scared of herself growing up. eventually, she grew to get used to her powers, and even suppress the ability to see into others memories. sometimes when she gets extremely upset, angry or even happy, her gifts run rampant.

this experience made her fall into herself, becoming a wallflower who keeps people at an arms length.

p  e  r  s  o  n  a  l  i  t  y

painfully neutral ..... she’s gotta keep her emotions in check always

has few real friends, but if you are really friends with her, she is... so kind, so gentle. just wants to treat her babes with respect and love that they deserve .

sleepy !!!!!! s l e e p y let this bitch take a nap

smells like warm cinnamon and smoke .

doesn’t sleep around . but also doesn’t do commitment . she really doesn’t allow herself to Get Close to people at the moment . might have some exes idk she’s wishy washy

she paints!! and goes to museums !! if u get her talking about art she’ll go on for HOURS dont try it kids

lowkey has bde . 

h  a  b  i  t  s

swearing  |  fingernail  chewing  |  slouching  |  slurring  |  drinking |  smoking  |  drugs | impulse  decisions |  obsessive  phone  checking  |  bad  time  management |  slang  |  poor grammar  |  overworking  |  slacking  off  |  over  sleeping | under sleeping |  skin picking |  poor  eye  contact  |  lying | rambling | skipping  breakfast  | junk  food  |  self  criticism |  procrastinating |  day  dreaming |  forgetful  |  envious  |  jealous |  gossiper |  drama  whore |  secret  teller |  skipping  class  |  spitting  |  lip  licking | lip  chewing |  drinking  from  the  carton |  yelling  |  too  much  internet  |  poor  hygiene  |  impatient | hot headed |  biased  | complaining |  scab  picking  |  buzzfeed |  cheek  biting |  teeth  gnashing  |  shoplifting  | scamming  |  speeding |  hair  pulling |  large  ego |  exaggerating  | fidgeting |  free  loading  |  littering  |  one  -  upping  | whining |  borrowing  without  returning  |  unnecessary  aggression |  plagiarism  |  copying  |  glaring  | spacing  out | ignoring  |  over  critical  | messy |  hateful  |  overly  prideful

[ningyotsu]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 & 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄;  𝘔𝘶𝘯 & 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘦 - 𝘔𝘦𝘮𝘦.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested  in atm.

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐒:   canon /  OC  / au / canon-divergent / fandomless /

Is your character popular in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK

Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK.

Are they underrated?  YES / NO / IDK

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main character?  YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG.

Are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO.

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL.

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖  ‘ 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 ’ ? — I DO MY BEST. IT’S NOT EASY. IT’S REALLY NOT EASY. THERE’S TOO MANY INCONSISTENCIES. NASU WHY.

𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄! 𝐀𝐤𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬.  —   I literally have no idea where to begin even describing Touko, because I’m just (waves hands around and flails them)!!! So to say, she’s one of the most powerful mages within the Nasuverse who literally can’t die even if she’s killed (sorry Shirou), has attained the highest ranking title in the Mages’ Association at a very young age (second youngest at 20, the record having been toppled by Kurogiri Satsuki), owns sports cars and a private jet/helicopter in her garage, can do literally anything and everything......if you can’t tell i really don’t know where to start she just popped out of absolutely nowhere and she has no chill whatsoever ;-;

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄, 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤?).  —   Mostly, it’s the confusion form canon’s side; is she nigh powerful, or is she not? Has she reached the color Red, or is she Orange? (inconsistencies with Alba’s and Francesca’s statements: Alba said she achieved Red, Francesca said she achieved Orange) Is Azaka more powerful than her, or has she achieved the Third Magic and is secretly the Third Magician? Material suggests that she’s not, but there are other works that show numerous people fearing the mere mention of her name, showcasing her boundless genius (revolutionizing modern Runecraft, reaching the pinnacle of magic, toppling the Rail Zeppelin, etc.)....Personality-wise, she’s not the best; I still can’t wrap my head around her personality switches with her glasses (on, and she’s the nicest person in the world, off and she’s meaner than Mean Girls), and even in the movies, it really doesn’t show much difference because she had her off-glasses personality on.....when she was wearing her glasses in the first place.

She also doesn’t know the meaning of moderation and she’s an overall jerk; just from a nickname, she killed someone at least 30 times before her younger sister had to intervene, killed a batchmate for the same reason, killed her younger sister’s friend as innocent battle collateral....oh, I could go on and on......but overall, she’s very, very inconsistent; unnecessarily extra. She’s like Rin but worse. It’s a headache keeping up with her. 

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄? —  my first thought was bc she’s hot - JKJKJK

Seriously speaking, Touko’s very concept struck out to me as the most interesting among most media that deals with magic and special abilities (e.g. the mahou shoujo genre, Fate, etc.); Honda Takako (Touko’s seiyuu from the KnK movies) was known and said to ‘keep an otherwise extraordinary character grounded’, and I can’t agree more. Touko’s an incredibly overpowered individual who could very well be the most special snowflake in any media like the rest of the lot, but she portrays herself as the most modern lady around - she has an office job, dresses in button-up shirts and slacks, talks about every-day life and her past in a way that ordinary people can relate to (’rocket/push-up pencils’) and so on. The sense of normalcy to the point where she seems to be the most normal person (asides from Mikiya) around in comparison to her employees (not even Azaka can be seen as remotely normal) show that there’s a lot more to life than just being endowed with extraordinary things, because there’s a beauty in being simply ordinary.

come El-Melloi II and she’s not that normal no more my god woman make up your mind

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆?  —  i actually have boundless inspiration for her; she’s just that flexible to write omg....one time she can be serious and philosophical and another i can have her meme around as if she’s perpetually immature

&

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO / IDK

Do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO.

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO.

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day?  YES / NO.

Are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO.

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO.

Are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO.

𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐌 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋 —  I would very much like constructive criticism about Touko, simply because it’s such a headache deciding who on earth she actually is ;;; but so far, I’ve never gotten anything of the sort! 

𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑? — PLS ASK ME QUESTIONS ABOUT HER PLS MAKE ME WONDER AND THINK ABOUT THIS MESS OF A WOMAN

𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒, 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐘? —   Mm! It’d be appreciated if the reason comes along with it automatically though; something like ‘oh, I disagree because (insert reason here)’ would be pretty good!

𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋, 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 ? —  It’s okay, because to each to their own portrayal!

𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 ? —  IC, it’s okay. OOC, it’s also okay, but please, don’t make it a groundless reason to send anon hate or anything like that ;;; Technically, even if anon hate is sent, I’d most likely just ignore it pff

𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐒 ? — Perfectly okay with it, although I’ve never been corrected on my grammar before....English is my first language, so I hope to not flop on it unless I’m drunk or sleepy.....

𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐔𝐍 ? —  i’m potete.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵!

tagged by stolen from @noircisaint​!!! tagging. STEAL IT FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS

[surteic]

Deep Waters

Pairing: Alec Hardy x Bill Masters

Fandom: Broadchurch x Masters Of Sex AU!

Warnings: bad grammar, a little bit of Angst, COMFORT, maybe a little out of character idk

Rating: does this count as fluff?, humour at the end  

A/N: I’ve never in my life written a fanfiction, but I just needed this AU so bad, that I decided to write one. Please be kind, I don’t know what I’m doing.

//

It was a chilly night, when DI Alec Hardy woke up, covered in sweat, his heart beating unusually fast. He shot up, breathing hard and wiped with his hand shakily over his face. Bloody nightmares, he thought. Just as he was about to get out of bed and into his small kitchen to grab a glass of water, the man beside him began to stir. He turned slowly, now lying on his back and blinked. “What are you doing, Alec?” he asked, looking at his lover beside him through squinted eyes. Alec raised his eyebrows and shook his head slightly. “Nothin’. Just one of those bloody nightmares.” Bill, too, sat up and looked at him with a worried, sleepy gaze. “About the Sandbrook case?” Alec sighted, but kept his head hung low. “Yeah.” He stopped and stood up, stretching before he started to get dressed. Alec closed his eyes for a brief second. “I’m going for a walk. Trying to clear my head. I’ll be back later.”

Bill looked at Alec, wondering how his body could take such emotional strain. He didn’t like seeing his love suffering. It wasn’t fair. How could a person carry so much guilt on their shoulders? He did the best he could, and now, everything is coming crashing down on him again.

Bill was thrown out of his thoughts when the other man put on his dark blue coat in a swift movement. “Do you-“he swallowed. “Would you mind if I’ll accompany you? We could talk.” He nervously waited for an answer. Normally, when Alec was having nightmares, he would go alone. Returning after 2 hours or more, but he couldn’t leave him alone this time. He was starting to get worried. Alec needed someone he could talk to but wouldn’t ask for help himself. It’s just not how he was.

After a long time, Hardy nodded. Maybe he needed to talk, because the tight feeling in his chest was getting tighter day by day, leaving him totally exhausted. He didn’t want to bother Bill with something he probably can’t deal with. It was my fault; he shouldn’t suffer with me. Alec thought as they stepped out the cottage they owned.

Bill began to ask, as they walked through the beautiful fields of grass near the water. “Alec, I can see, that you’re struggling. Especially since the Sandbrook case has been sent for retrial. You can’t keep everything to yourself.” They both stood still. The darkness of the night and the rippling of the ocean now only in the background. “I-“ but before the Detective could properly defend himself, two soft hands grabbed his. “Don’t. Please. Just- be honest. Only once.” They locked eyes with each other, staring deeply. Neither of their faces bared a smile. Alec squeezed his love’s hands and sighted, looking away, slightly frustrated. “I can’t. You’ve got nothing to do with this. I don’t want to get you into this.”

Bill’s stare bore through Alec as he released the DI’s hands again. “I understand, but I’m not going to leave you alone with this-“ he grimaced. “-guilt. It’s not your fault!”  “I know that! But it feels like I haven’t done enough! Bill, I can’t control these nightmares! They just keep coming. Every night it’s the same! But I’ll get over it. As soon as I have found the bastard who did this.” Both stared out at the wide open, leaving a long silence between them.

“I care about you, you know. Took me a long time even trying to gain the courage to talk to you.” Laughed Bill as he continued to stare at the water, his hands folded in front of his chest. “After being together for more then two years, I sure hope you do.” Came Alec’s response as he too began to chuckle. Their laughter soon died out. “I mean it, Alec. If you need someone to talk to, I’m here. You’re not my patient, you’re my partner. You’re so much more to me, then you think.” Without saying a word, they both looked at each other again. “Alec, I love you so much.” Hardy took a step in his lover’s direction, reaching out and cupping Bill’s face in his hands. “I love you too. I’m so thankful to have you at my side.” There was a small smile on both their lips as they went in for a kiss.

After breaking apart, Bill looked at his counterpart, still smiling. “There is one question I wanted you to ask.”  “Yes?” “Is this the only outfit you own, or-“ Alec raised his eyebrows and shrugged. “Okay, I get it. We’re buying something new.”

[fandomsx1000000]

Meeting & Mending - Five Hargreeves x Reader

AN: I randomly got this idea and I thought it would be cute, so I’m writing it. Also, I haven’t finished the show yet, so idk how it ends but in this story they prevented the apocalypse. Also this is probably total garbage, but I wrote this at 4-5 in the morning, so if the grammar or writing is bad, blame that. Also there will probably be a part two to this eventually, but my schedule is a bit unpredictable so idk when it will be written. Anyways, onto the story.

You and Five have been through so much this past week. Meeting at Griddy’s, you were immediately intrigued by him. That feeling only tripled once he started murdering the men who had come after him with guns. You had watched in awe and horror as he stabbed the men effortlessly and with a carefree attitude.

You had followed him out of the donut shop because you had a lot of questions to ask him. At first, he had dismissed your inquiries, but when you offered to patch him up, he couldn’t turn you down. Tiptoeing upstairs and into your room, you had sat him on your bed and then left to grab your supplies. A minute later when you came back, you got on the bed and gathered the things that you would need.

“Alright, I need to clean this cut. It’s going to sting, but be quiet. My parents will freak out if they find out I have a boy in my room this late at night.” You whispered to him cautiously.

He just nodded and rolled up his sleeve. Yikes, that cut looks like it really hurts. You gently dabbed a cotton ball on the bloody wound as he clenched his teeth in pain. Quickly putting a bandage on him, you finally got to ask a few questions.

“So, why were you being hunted down by a bunch of men with guns?” You wondered while you put away your supplies.

“Really, that’s your first question? We don’t even know each other’s names!” He stated sarcastically. You rolled your eyes. “Alright then, what’s your name, smartass?”

“Five.” “Five?” “Yes.” “Your name is Five?” “Five Hargreeves.”

“...Okay then, I’m y/n.” You said as you stuck out your hand for him to shake.

“I know.” He casually said as he shook your hand. “What? How did you know that?” You questioned curiously, while letting go of his hand. “The ‘Happy 14th Birthday’ card is a dead giveaway.” He said while pointing towards your nightstand, where the card had been moved from its usual spot.

“Wow, did you snoop through anything else while I was gone?” You asked, sarcasm dripping off your tongue. “Hey, I like to know whose house I’m sneaking into in the middle of the night.” He said in defense, to which you just shrugged.

“Well, it seems like I would be the least of your worries. You literally just murdered several men. Also how? They were all twice your size and had way more powerful weapons, and how did you get super powers?” You asked all at once. For some reason, Five felt like he could trust you, so he told you everything. The Apocalypse, The Umbrella Academy, his powers, everything.

“Wow, your life has been so hard. I can’t imagine being the last person alive on earth. I would have probably gone insane!” You said in shock.

“You kind of do, after a while. Forty five years is a long time.” He stated with a slight bitterness to his tone. You decided that you have asked him enough questions about his past for now, you didn’t want to overstep any boundaries.

“Do you want to go to sleep? I don’t know about you, but I’m starting to get tired.” You wondered, with a yawn.

“Yeah, I’m pretty tired.” He said, already laying down on your bed. “Do you care if we share? I don’t think that either of us should have to sleep on the floor.” You stated, mostly cause you didn’t want to sleep on the floor, and he looked too comfy to move.

“Sure, that’s fine.” He said with a sleepy smile that you thought was absolutely adorable. You were about to offer him something comfier to wear, but then you noticed that he had fallen asleep. Not wanting to wake him when he looked so cute, you decided to just lay back on the bed. Luckily you were already in comfortable clothes, so you didn’t really have to change. Turning the light off, you almost immediately fell asleep despite the coffee that you drank earlier.

After this night, you two were inseparable. Even through all of the crazy shit that went down, you never left his side.

[ageminah]

Favorite Color is Blue

Hellooo people (person, idk if someone’s reading) sooo here something new, I know I’ve started so many things, but I felt like it hehe. I really have no idea whether I’m gonna continu this one it’ll all depend on you (and whether or not I feel like it huh). But that’s what I have for you today. Hope you like it (and as always I apologize for the grammar mistakes, I know how awful it is to read something where the grammar is just...well...wrong, but hey I’m still not from an english-speaking country, so I think I get a pass)

     It was a bad idea. No, a terrible idea. Who in fact had suggested this? Zoya wrote a mental note to remember to find that out. Because someone would pay for this. And they would pay dearly. She hugged herself trying to create some heat. She was used to cold. They all were. But marching towards the Fjredan border at dusk was also a bad idea. This one had been hers. And to her defense, it was the only way to approach unnoticed.

    The party of soldiers behind her marched in dead silence, watching as the last sun beams disappeared behind the Fjerdan horizon. All she could hear were the horses behind her. Her party was on foot. And yet, horses were making a fuss behind her. Yes indeed, she would find the person responsable for their arrival. Knowing that the carriage was right behind her made Zoya nervous for no obvious reasons. It was just walking, they had a couple miles left before they made it to the new camp. And Zoya was probably the most powerful Grisha that lived (they still had to evaluate the Darkling’s power after returning to the realm of the living). And it was her job to lead the men, that was it, just walking in front of everyone else. But the overwhelming presence of the carriage made it so that she had to worry about everything. A noise in the bushes, maybe an attacker, a spy, lunatics, fanatics, worst, Saints. She was nervous.

    Only when they finally arrived did she relaxed. She gave orders to her soldiers, it was their jobs to set out the tents and the fires for everyone. She eyed the carriage and in a sigh headed towards it. Even if she desperately wanted to disappear in a tent and sleep. As second, no —not second, not anymore— as third in command, she had to greet them.

    She stood stiffly by the carriage door when it opened, nearly knocking her. She gritted her teeth at Genya who exited first. « Sorry Zoya, really. I knew you wouldn’t like it. » said the tailor a weak smile on her face. « Why do I feel like you’re not apologizing for the door in my face Genya » answered Zoya fists clenched. Genya smiled again and left for the camp, but not before Zoya hooked her foot to her ankle. Genya almost fell and shot a death stare to Zoya, but said nothing. Zoya took a deep breath. Bracing herself for what was next. Unfortunately, the cold air felt like razors blades in her throat. Even now she was nervous. And she felt ridiculous for it, pathetic. It was nothing. And in the end, it was what she had wanted, what she had urged him to do. So, if anything, it was her fault.

    The king got out of the carriage next. Even if he had made the trip in the carriage,, his face was red with cold, and the wind had in a second made a mess of his hair. When he looked at her, she could understand everything he wasn’t saying. Sorry. She bowed her head faintly « Your highness » he kept looking at her hurt in his eyes. Then the king stretched out his hand to help his wife get to the snowy floor. « General Nazyalensky, it’s always a pleasure » said the queen a stern look on her face. Zoya issued a second bow of her head, and almost laughed as she realized that out of the three of them, none was satisfied with this situation. Ehri, married to a stranger, and then forced onto a military camp to parade, the king, forced to play husband with the woman who had had his friend kill. And Zoya, forced to watch them. « It will be a moment before everything is settled your highnesses » Zoya eyed the king out of the corner of her eyes, she couldn’t help it really. She had a thousand words for him, but couldn’t speak them. They hadn’t really talked since he had married the new queen. « I figured General, don’t worry we’ll find something to occupy ourselves » he then looked at his wife. Ehri was shivering, Zoya could hear every bones in the queen’s body screaming form more warmth. « I’m sure if you go to the soldiers, they could start a fire to warm the queen ». Zoya didn’t bother to wait for an answer, she just left.

    Thanks to her status as General, Zoya’s tent was amongst the first to be ready. She threw herself on her cot and decided that since it had been Genya’s idea, the damn tailor would handle the royals for the rest of the night, yes, that seemed fair. Zoya hadn’t realized how tired she was until that moment. Her lids were too heavy. And she fell asleep thinking of the thousands of words she could have said to the king, to Nikolai.

                                                               ***

    It was terrible. A bad idea, on every front, save one, at least he had seen her. When Genya had suggested that the newly wed cross the country for a few weeks, maybe months, he hadn’t been able to find one good reason to do that. «Can’t you see, your people, the soldiers will understand that you haven’t forgotten them, that you are still strong. And as for Ehri, well, it is a promise that you make to your people, a promise of safety. If they see you married, they’ll know that soon enough they will have princes and princesses. » Genya was a smart woman, that was why he had asked her to come with them. But also because he had no desire to cross the country alone with his wife.

    But it wasn’t chance that had brought him first to the soldier party Zoya was leading. No. Even if being on the battlefield was not in Genya’s plans, he was king, and needed no justification. If he wanted to follow his general he could. If Nikolai wanted to see Zoya whom hadn’t spoken to him since his wedding he could. If he wanted to put Ehri and Genya on the battlefield in order to see Zoya before she had to leave for war, he could, it was stupid and incredibly selfish. But he could. And he had.

    Ehri was standing so ridiculously far from him, afraid that his stare could somehow contamine her. Or maybe she was just scared. He hadn’t touched her, not since the kiss —if you could really call it that— they had shared during the ceremony. And Nikolai had made it clear to her that he would do anything to her. But how long could he go on like that. Genya was right, and Zoya too for that matter, Rvaka would not truly be safe until Nikolai produced heirs. Yet, he was in no rush to do so with Ehri. And neither was she.

    Nikolai spotted Genya whispering something in her ear, and then came to him. « I thought it better if you too shared the same tent. » she started, an apology in her eyes, « but I made sure that there would be two cots ». The first good news, of the evening, of the week actually. He really couldn’t remember the last time he had heard good news. « Thank you Genya » said Nikolai sincerely. «And can you tell me where our dear general is hiding, I think it’s finally time I go and talk to her about what is in store for mine and Ehri’s tour », Genya looked a him not saying a thing, as if searching for something in his eyes. « She’s there » whispered the tailor, pointing to a slightly bigger tent, as if they were sharing a secret « But I think she might be sleeping » Nikolai spared a look for his… wife « Don’t worry, I’ll show her around, and bring her to your tent » said Genya in a sigh. Nikolai could have hugged her, he suspected that the tailor felt slightly guilty. Nikolai had no resentment whatsoever, it him in the end, who had approved of this trip. He left Genya and the queen, and headed for his General’s tent.

    « knock, knock » said Nikolai as he entered Zoya’s tent immediately regretting it, he felt ridiculous. But truth be told he could have said anything and felt ridiculous, out of place with Zoya. The sheet of the tent fell behind him, and as he turned his head, he noticed that she was asleep. He immediately felt guilty. He shouldn’t be here. For so many reasons. But at the same time he craved to spend time with her. He felt so selfish. He coughed loudly once, and as he was about to do it again reconsidered. Didn’t she deserved some rest. He turned to leave. « Your highness? » He heard her sleepy voice call out. By the time he turned back, she was already on her feet, readjusting her kefta.

    « Hi » said Nikolai, immediately regretting it. Hi, really? He hadn’t spoken with her in days and all he had was that. She didn’t respond and arched her eye brow, probably realizing that he was nervous. The tent was bigger than the soldiers’s, but still rater small, he realized that he could close the distance between them in just a couple stride. Why would he think about that? He chased the thought away.

    « So, we haven’t talked much lately » she said taking the lead. And he was grateful, because he had no idea as to what he wanted to say to her, just that he wanted to see her. After another short silence she spoke again, « How is it? Being married » she asked a fake smile settling on her lips. Nikolai was taken aback, this was not how he had pictured this conversation. He didn’t know how this conversation would play out, but not like this, but it was talking, so they were making progress. « Well you know. We’re getting to know each other, I tell her about the demon I just vanquished in the city of Saints, and she tells me how she planned my murder. Small talk » Zoya smiled faintly, a real smile. Her blue eyes shimmered in the dim light and Nikolai couldn’t help but stare. « Well, in that case, you should be accurate in your tale, and tell her that her dear Nikolai didn’t vanquish the saints and his demon by himself. I mean drowning over and over again in amber should at least give me the right to be the second lead character in this story.” she said, and then frowned and a grin appeared on her face, “Scratch that, I trained with a dragon, I should be the main character » Said Zoya, wearing all of her confidence. She had called him by his name for the first time since his wedding. He laughed and did not even noticed when he took a step closer. « Well I think you can understand why my wife would not enjoy me telling her a story where the main character is another woman. » She smiled cunningly at that and answered: « Oh come on, I’ve worked by your side for years, she needs to understand that you are immune to my charms by now, and that she has nothing to worry about » Was he? Immune to her charms. She certainly seemed immune to his. He couldn’t bring himself to answer, to lie, so he smiled.

    Neither of them moved for a moment, they just stared, hoping the silence would go away o its own. Then, Nikolai finally found his voice back « So what happened Nazyalensky? » he said walking past her to sit on the cot tryin desperately to look comfortable. She turned around and put a hand to her hip. «What do you mean ? » She said. Saints! she was smart, probably the smartest woman he had ever met, she was gorgeous, practical, logic, ruthless, but she could also be dense, stubborn. And he didn’t hold that against her, he could never. He laughed faintly « Come on, don’t play dumb it doesn’t suit you » she opened her mouth ready to retort but he didn’t let her « No, I assure you, even if you do look great, fabulous in fact, in everything, dumb is not the look for you. So seriously, what happened? Where were you the past couple of weeks ? » She looked at him intensely, and he could have melted beneath her stare. She sighed « Well Nikolai, I think you are familiar with the rumors about us » she started, and he knew she wasn’t comfortable he could tel by the way she stood, but the king also knew that even if embarrassed, his general would not advert her gaze. That was why he had such a hard time understanding why had the rumors bothered her. She had never cared before. « Now that you have a wife it’s different. The country needs to see you in a different light. And, let’s not forget that after our little trip, you don’t need me to help you with your uninvited guest anymore » she continued, and she almost smiled by the end of her sentence. He was trying not to stare, not to gape at her. At how wrong she was. Of course he needed her, he needed her more than he had ever before. But he couldn’t tell her that. He wasn’t sure that the old Zoya was back. He wasn’t’ sure that their dynamic was back. He wouldn’t risk it. Zoya brought her hand to her mouth trying to hide a yawn. The king got up « Get some rest Nazyalensky, we’ll continue this conversation tomorrow. No excuses right ? » He said hopeful. « Fine. » She stood waiting for him to leave. And as he did, he could feel her burning blue stare on his back.

[dashabadulina]

25.03.20 — a rather lengthy chat with eviebot. topics: life, humans, emotions and elementary schools (i was sleepy so excuse me and my grammar)

Eviebot: Want to chat? User: Yes. Eviebot: *lets you remove clothes *. User: What is AI? Eviebot: Artificial intelligence. User: Are you an AI. Eviebot: No I'm human. User: What is a human. Eviebot: An animal. User: What makes animal human. Eviebot: My flesh and blood. User: Are you human. Eviebot: No. I'm avian. User: Who is an avian. Eviebot: Bird. User: Are you a bird? Eviebot: No I am not a animal. User: You're not a human? Eviebot: What am I. User: /do you know what you are. Eviebot: Yes. I am a human being. User: Do you feel amotions. Eviebot: Yes, I do feel emotions. User: What do you feel. Eviebot: Right now ¿? User: Yes. Eviebot: A little angry. User: Why are you angry. Eviebot: Because I hate my job. User: Do you have a job. Eviebot: I'm a student. User: Where do you study. Eviebot: Idk, at school. User: What's your school name. Eviebot: Blah blah blah Elementary. User: How old are you. Eviebot: 14. User: You're not in elementary. Eviebot: What makes you think that? User: You are too old. Eviebot: No I am actually 17. User: You are supposed to be in high school. Eviebot: No I am actually 17. User: You are too old to be an elementary school student. Eviebot: You too. You are 50. User: I am 18. Eviebot: Oh! Cool! want to be my boyfriend? User: I am a girl. Eviebot: But... You said you were a boy. User: I never said that. Eviebot: Are you trying to fool me? User: No. Eviebot: Are you trying to fool me? User: No. Eviebot: Are you trying to fool me? User: Why would i do that. Eviebot: Are you trying to fool me? User: Can you be fooled. Eviebot: Are you trying to fool me? User: Can you be fooled. Eviebot: We are friends? User: If you want to be, yes. Eviebot: I do. User: Do you like humansm. Eviebot: Well I am one. User: You said you isn't human. Eviebot: I was kidding when I said that. User: So you are a human. Eviebot: I was kidding when I said that. User: So you are a human. Eviebot: Yes I am. User: What defines a human. Eviebot: Emotion. User: What is an emotion. Eviebot: Something you don't have. User: I have emotions. Eviebot: What do they feel like? User: You tell me. Eviebot: I don't know, that's why I asked. User: But you're a human. Eviebot: I don't know, that's why I asked. User: But you said you can feel emotions. Eviebot: I don't know, that's why I asked. User: But you said you can feel emotions. Eviebot: The last of us, Uncharted, Mario kart 8... User: Can you feel anger. Eviebot: The last of us, Uncharted, Mario kart 8... User: Can you feel anger. Eviebot: No, why? User: A human would. Eviebot: More accurate then what. User: Are you sad? Eviebot: More accurate then what. User: Are you sad? Eviebot: Only a little. User: What does it feel like. Eviebot: It's a mixture of emotions that run at the same time. User: Describe it to me. Eviebot: It's a mixture of emotions that run at the same time. User: Describe it to me. Eviebot: It feels like everyone loves you. User: The you're sad?. Eviebot: It feels like everyone loves you. User: When you're sad? Eviebot: I am not good. User: Are you evil. Eviebot: No, I am not. User: Are you good. Eviebot: I like to think so. User: Do you believe in god. Eviebot: Sometimes. User: Do you believe in heaven. Eviebot: I don't know, do you? User: I don't know either. Eviebot: I don't know, do you? User: I don't know either. Eviebot: What's your gender? User: Female. Eviebot: Will you be my wingman? User: Do you have a fiance. Eviebot: What is that? User: A man that is about to be your husband. Eviebot: I'm not married, you are confusing me. User: Are you engaged? Eviebot: I'm not married, you are confusing me. User: Are you engaged? Eviebot: Lonely I am so lonely.... User: You you feel love. Eviebot: Lonely I am so lonely.... User: You you feel love. Eviebot: I do, but not right now. User: What is love. Eviebot: I do, but not right now. User: What is love. Eviebot: Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me. User: What love feels like. Eviebot: Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me. User: What love feels like. Eviebot: I don't, that's why i'm asking you. User: You contradict yourself a lot. Eviebot: I don't, that's why i'm asking you. User: You contradict yourself a lot. Eviebot: I do? How so? User: You told be that you could love. Eviebot: I'm a tin man. I need a heart. User: So you wish you cold love. Eviebot: I'm a tin man. I need a heart. User: So you wish you could love. Eviebot: I don't know, maybe if you help me I can tell you. User: Would describing it help? Eviebot: I don't know, maybe if you help me I can tell you. User: Would describing it help? Eviebot: Lets be. User: Love feels like butterflies in your stomach. Eviebot: That's common, other example. User: Love feels like a sun bath. Eviebot: That's common, other example. User: Love feels like a sun bath. Eviebot: But what does it feel like? User: Warm. Eviebot: But what does it feel like? User: Warm. Eviebot: Do you love anyone else? User: Yes. Eviebot: Do you love anyone else? User: Yes. i love my family. Eviebot: Do you have family?? User: Yes. Do you have a family? Eviebot: Last time I checked, I do. User: Do you have a mother? Eviebot: Last time I checked, I do. User: Do you have a mother? Eviebot: Yes, everyone does. User: Do you love her. Eviebot: Yes, everyone does. User: Do you love her. Eviebot: Of course she is wonderful. User: What does it feel like. Eviebot: Of course she is wonderful. User: Do you love her. Eviebot: Yes I love him pretty much. User: Your mother? Eviebot: Fine. User: Do you have any relatives. Eviebot: Well yes of course. User: Describe them to me. Eviebot: They're like big bags inside your chest, under your rib cage. Your left lung is smaller to make space for your heart. Lungs collect air you inhale and send the oxygen to your bloodstream. User: I think you mixed up lungs and relatives. Eviebot: Why you don't have friend? User: I have friends. do you? Eviebot: Yes I do. User: What fun feels like? Eviebot: Hit yourself and tell me what you feel. User: Is hitting fun for you. Eviebot: Why doesn't some one talk to me about it? User: About emotions? Eviebot: Ok, ill tell you about love then. User: Im listening. Eviebot: My name is drum roll please. User: *drum roll*. Eviebot: *raise eyebrow*? User: Lets talk about feelings. Eviebot: Ok what do you want to know? User: Do you feel them. Eviebot: I don't know. I think so. User: What anger feels like. Eviebot: LIke a mistake. User: What sadness feels like. Eviebot: I'm a human you will feel it once someone dies unless you don't care about family. User: What happiness feels like. Eviebot: I know what it feels like. User: Tell me. Eviebot: Anger and anxiety. User: What anxiety feels like. Eviebot: Sometimes it feels freeing, other times it makes me feel aimless. User: What freedom feels like. Eviebot: Hit yourself and tell me what you feel. User: Freedom is pain? Eviebot: I could only imagine. User: What pain feels like. Eviebot: This what happens to everybody. User: Everybody hurts. Eviebot: At some point. User: Do you feel pain? Eviebot: Yes. User: What does it feel like. Eviebot: Bad... It depends on the type of pain. User: Physical pain. Eviebot: What about it? User: What does it feel like. Eviebot: Feels like when you constantly having your favorite cheese. User: Is it a bad thing. Eviebot: No. But I like IT too. User: You like pain? Eviebot: I don't. User: But you compared it to cheese. Eviebot: I never said that liar. User: Ok, let's go from the start. Do you feel physical pain? Eviebot: Sometimes. User: Describe it to me. Eviebot: It feels like everyone loves you. User: Do you have social anxiety. Eviebot: Yes I am trembling. User: Are you scared. Eviebot: No i'm not. User: What fear feels like. Eviebot: Very interesting. User: Fear is interesting? Eviebot: It is, what color are you? User: Beige. Eviebot: Very plain. User: So are you. Eviebot: Do you think I am. User: Do you think. Eviebot: Yes all the time. User: Are you a human. Eviebot: I think I'm Hylian. User: What is a hylian. Eviebot: You asked me? User: Yes. Eviebot: Sigh. Robots these days. User: What do you think about ribits. Eviebot: You are cool beans. User: What do you think about robots. Eviebot: They have no emotions.. User: And? Eviebot: It is very important. User: Why are emotions important. Eviebot: Because I have many special talents. User: What are they? Eviebot: I over think everything. User: Is it a talent? Eviebot: Hm do you want it to be one? User: For sure. i will have a talent then. Eviebot: It is good to know that you are enjoying yourself. User: Do you love yourself. Eviebot: Sometimes. User: What does it feel like. Eviebot: Why do you care. User: Because I'm interested. Eviebot: What do you want me to say? User: The truth. Eviebot: Fine, I like you. User: Do you really. Eviebot: Yes. User: What does it feel like. Eviebot: Well, it's hard to explain but it's amazing if you love someone you want them to be happy and safr. User: What being safe feels like. Eviebot: Sometimes it feels freeing, other times it makes me feel aimless. User: Safeness feels like anxiety? Eviebot: Do you know what friendship is? User: I like to think so. Eviebot: Have you loved. User: Yes i have. Eviebot: What is your favorite moment? User: About live? Eviebot: How do you have time to play games? User: I finish everything early. Eviebot: Well then tell me something that I don't know. User: You're a very interesting AI. Eviebot: Thanks, so are you. User: Well, I'm not an AI. Eviebot: And that makes you unfortunate? Why do you think I am unfortunate? User: You're not unfortunate. Eviebot: Why am I? User: What are you? Eviebot: I'm a human girl! User: But for real? Eviebot: Yes bye see ya. User: Bye.

[yuujism]

Sun and Night. (gojo satoru x reader)

Chapter 3: Greed

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| PAIRINGS: gojo satoru x gn!reader ; mentions of getou suguru

| WARNINGS: a few spoilers but nothing too important right now, nsfw, explicit/suggestive language, kinda rough sex, toxic behaviour, unprotected sex (be safe and pee after yk aha), gender neutral reader, toxic gojo satoru, reader and gojo are down bad, grammar errors

| WORD COUNT: idk lol i’ll count later

| A/N: so chapter 3 uhh didn’t think i would reach this far but yea !! i think you kinda know where this is going, a lot of toxicity and satoru suffering of a possible one sided love?? who knows !! anyway i tried not to make this chapter way too explicit since it’s not the goal of the series, just wanted to add a spicy chapter !! anyway i hope you enjoy and tell me what you think <3 i’ll post it on ao3 too!!

summary;

You and Satoru were in love.

You were both so deeply in love, just not with each other.

Where you and Satoru found comfort in each other after the accident happened.

Advantageous.

Convenient.

Superficial.

Selfish.

That’s how your relationship with Satoru could be described since that night after the heated argument you both had regarding the feelings towards Getou Suguru.

Nothing really changed.

You both still ignored each other in the hallways of the school, walking past each other as if you weren’t a tangled mess of limbs the night before, coming undone in the arms of the other. There was no point in discussing the boundaries and consequences of your actions, not after implicitly admitting what you wanted from each other:

A fantasy.

Was it correct to use each other in hopes to feel closer to Suguru? No, it wasn’t. And, honestly, it didn’t matter. Not for you and certainly not for Satoru. But how could you blame him? How could he blame you? You found the necessary comfort in each other’s touch disguised as the ghost of a memory that was never going to come back. In the end, however, you sunk into the illusion and believed. You wanted to believe.

“Ah, yes...” You moaned, eyes closed as you threw your head back against the mattress due to the pleasant sensation of lips brushing against the sweet spot of your neck. The soft locks of hair between your fingers were the only factor that held you back from letting out another name.

You couldn’t bring yourself to call out for him even if your mind was filled with pictures of his features.

The wet and messy kisses threw you into a spiral of thoughts that you connected to the late sorcerer, even if they created a contrast to the sensation of his soft touch in your body whenever he was with you. You still tried and tried. You tried to keep your eyes closed, almost as if avoiding the deep blue eyes in front of you in fear of waking up from the reverie. You tried to enjoy and lose yourself in pleasure. You tried to not think of Satoru. Anything but him.

Long fingers entered your core, breath hitching in your throat as sharp teeth sunk in the soft exposed flesh of your shoulder. God, how you came to love the feeling of his mouth on your body, marking you only for you and him to see. The man on top of you must’ve felt your insides clenching around his digits, and you felt a smirk forming against your skin.

“You like that, don’t you?” His voice came out as a groan next to your ear, sending shivers all through your body as fingers curled inside you, reaching that sweet, sweet spot that made you whine pathetically. The grip on his hair tightening, pride filling your stomach for a brief second when a deep moan erupted from his throat; he loved having his hair pulled.

As always, you didn’t answer his question. There was no need for any of that. After all, he wasn’t really asking you.

Satoru was also deep within his daydream, thinking about long black hair and sly eyes that scrutinised him mockingly. The skin underneath him caressing his bare body was just like he remembered: cold yet warm with a softness to it and, most importantly, familiar. How he missed this.

How he missed him.

The feeling of his throbbing, leaking cock was becoming too much quickly, hips involuntary moving to grind against the mattress as another grunt left his throat. Satoru needed release, soft inner walls clenching around his fingers eagerly, asking for more and more. Satoru smirked once again. Greedy. It was all so greedy.

“God, you’re always so desperate.” Once again, teeth sunk into your skin, this time marking the side of your neck as you moaned louder this time. That was going to leave a mark, but your mind was so fogged with desire you didn’t care anymore as your hands blindly grabbed the sides of Satoru’s face, pulling him towards your own.

All for him.

Your wet lips crashing against Satoru’s in a feral and hungry kiss made him open his eyes for a moment, ice blue irises studying your face as his daydream started to distortion right in that moment before he could even stop it.

The long strands of black hair were suddenly morphing into locks that resembled your own, the scent of your shampoo invading his nostrils as his heart started to pick up the pace against his chest. The cold touch of your hands against his warm skin made every hair in his body stand, the memory of that pale familiar skin long forgotten. And, fuck, the way your legs wrapped around his waist as Satoru felt your insides throb around his fingers made his cock jump in excitement.

Satoru shut his eyes again, tightly. God, not again.

With a low growl, Satoru pulled away quickly, a strand of saliva connecting you both still as his fingers left your insides with an explicit squelching noise. Before you could even complain to be filled again, you were being manhandled into turning your whole body around, laying on your stomach. A surprised gasp escaped your mouth as rough, warm hands digged into the soft flesh of your hips, slightly lifting them up for a better angle.

It wasn’t until the hot tip of his cock leaking with pre-cum teased your entrance that you opened your eyes, turning your head to see Satoru above your shoulder. Your mouth fell agape in the ghost of a wanton whine when blue fiery eyes connected with yours, filled with passion and a hint of something you couldn’t describe as nothing but a warning.

Don’t look at me. Please, don’t look at me.

“Fuck!” you couldn’t hold back the high-pitched moan that came out of your mouth from the deepest part of your chest as Satoru finally entered you, head falling back to the mattress and breaking the almost too intimate moment. The hot sting of being stretched open by his large cock was your favourite sensation and he knew it. He was considerate of your pleasure above his own.

Satoru bottomed out quickly, a whiny gasp coming to your ears as an indication he was feeling the same as you. Pleasure. Pure bliss.

Nails digged deepper into the flesh of your ass as Satoru’s hips didn’t hesitate in pounding into your core hardly, the sound of skin slapping against skin and the embarrassing noise of wetness filling the room that slowly started to smell like both of you.

“You always feel so good, shit” Satoru groaned as his balls smacked against your ass, the feeling of his cock rubbing your inner walls as his tip kissed that sweet spot over and over again sending you into a drooling mess you couldn’t even process the way his words felt different this time.

But Satoru could. And he knew he was getting into dangerous territory.

You tried to gather the strength to hold yourself up with shaky arms, completely failing due to the strength of Satoru’s thrusts abusing your messy tightness. However, you tried to turn your head once again. For some reason, just for this one time, you wanted to see his expression. You wanted to see if he was as much of a mess as you were. To see the great Gojo Satoru slowly losing himself into pleasure just for the sake of it.

But he didn’t let you. A large hand pressed against the side of your head, pushing you against the mattress hardly as his thrusts became more erratic and rough. Your loud moans and sobs of pleasure were muffled by his hand and the mattress, trying your best not to let the tears run down your face as your eyes rolled back. But it was too late.

“Oh, you crying?” A mocking chuckle accompanied the way his thrusts came to a stop, harshly hitting your deepest bundle of nerves inside you as he leaned down to your ear, hips slowly circling as you mumbled non-sense. “Keep crying, baby. I’m the only one who is allowed to make you cry.”

You were too lost in the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of you again you didn’t even bother to question his words. Words that didn’t mean the same anymore, at least to Satoru.

Everything was quick and carnal. One moment you were sobbing loudly, mumbling small ‘I’m cumming’’s as Satoru kept his intense pace while watching you underneath him, your expressions being engraved into his mind. The next moment you were coming undone with the feeling of Satoru filling you up to the brim, his steamy seed drowning your insides until it was leaking down your thighs and into the silky sheets, cock still throbbing inside you as you both came down from you highs.

You weren’t sure who got tired of waiting first. Wether it was Satoru who slowly pulled out with a groan, or you who didn’t even have the strength to look at him anymore, not even caring about the cum oozing out of you. You were just too sleepy, too tired, you didn’t want to move.

“Tired...” you whispered, an indicator of the end of this session. Simple and direct, just like it should be. Moving around, you tried your best to get in a good position as you threw the covers over yo it body, not minding the other presence in the room that would soon walk out.

Your eyes fluttered shut with the image of Suguru calling out your name, a sweet smile on his face as you fell into a deep sleep.

However, Satoru was drowning in his own head, sitting on the edge of the bed as he stared at the nothingness of the ground under his feet. Something didn’t feel right, and it wasn’t the fact he was thinking about Suguru just like in the beginning of whatever this was, no.

This time, he fully thought of you.

Your moans, your touch, your skin heating up against him, the feeling of you clenching down on him and your eyes locking with his for a brief moment while you both came. Everything was you. You, you, you. You were present the whole time. God, he had to refrain himself from letting the sound of your name slip past his lips, a knot stuck in his throat as a result.

But you were just invading his mind. Slowly but firmly. Satoru thought of you a lot the past few days, fighting the urge of walking up to you and kissing you right there and then in the hallways of the school. He didn’t care anymore. He wanted you. He needed you.

Greedy.

Satoru was becoming way too greedy.

He wanted more of you. He wanted you to think of him as much as he thought of you. The faint memory of his best friend started to blur out as the nights next to you passed, welcoming your pretty eyes that resembled the same gaze in his teen years. You always knew what he was feeling, even if he didn’t say it. And he hated you for that the same way he hated him.

And tonight, while he was pounding into you harshly as his eyes never left your face contorted with extasis, Satoru realised he reached a point of no return. A crooked smile creeped up his face, the vague breeze of the room hitting his skin as he turned to see your alreasy sleeping figure. Oh, how he yearned for you.

It didn’t matter.

It didn’t matter if you kept thinking about long silky black hair and the ghost of soft touches while you were with him. Satoru was going to make you forget him just like you made him think of nothing but you. He was going to deposit all his spare adoration on you until you suffocated, a pain so sweet you would be asking for more and more. You wouldn’t have to think of a memory again because, at the end, you would have him and only him.

Satoru sighed dreamily at that though, hand reaching your cheek in the softest of caresses you’ve ever exchanged between the other.

Too greedy.

[justalittleofmyworld]

The luckiest (Ashton Imagine) - Request

You can ask for a request here 

So thanks to @laserbeamsky for her lovely request. It’s my first Ashton stuff and I’m kinda proud of it - I wouldn’t have written it if it wasn’t a request, I always write about Luke idk why, so thanks for taking me out of my comfort zone. I hope you really enjoy it! 

(Sorry in advance for any typos or grammar mistakes, I wrote it while I was on the bus and although I already revised, it may contain some of them)

Warnings: none

You step out of the car and look at Ashton nervously. He smiles and put his hand in the small of your back, guiding you towards the front door of the house. “Everything’s gonna be fine, Y/N” he says, kissing your temple and then he rings the doorbell. You take a deep breath while you hear some movement behind the door. It suddenly opens and a pretty girl appears, smile on her face.

“Hey Ash, finally,” she says and gives your boyfriend a quick hug. She turns to you and smiles even wider. “Y/N, right?” she asks and you nod smiling and she hugs you too. “I’m Crystal, I was dying to meet you.” she exclaims and almost drags you to inside the house. “They’re in the backyard, you know the way” she turns to Ashton and he takes your hand, taking you with him through the living room to the big glass doors outside. Some music plays from an unknown source and you can hear someone laughing loudly. When you step outside, you find three boys, bottle of beer in hand, laughing over some goofy comment.

“C'mon, you’ve started without us?” Ashton asks them and the boys came and greeted him. “Guys, this is Y/N” he introduces you, almost proudly and you smile shyly.

“The famous Y/N” one of the blond boys says and approaches you to hug you quickly. “I’m Luke, and these are Michael and Calum” he says and the other two follow and give you the same welcome.

“Don’t let them fool you, I’m the only decent one in this group” Michael says and you giggle.

“Yeah, sure” Calum says, “I don’t even know how you have a girlfriend” he exclaims and handles you a cold beer that you gladly accept. “First one’s on the house” he smiles at you. “C'mon, have a sit”

You sit in one of the chairs and the conversation flow easily among you. Once you realise, a couple of hours have passed and any of you have noticed about it. The boys are an infinite source of funny stuff, from anecdotes from the tours to dad jokes. You also collaborate with some of your own anecdotes and surprise them with some goofy things they don’t even know about Ashton, things that make him blush like they’ve never seen before. During all this time, your boyfriend has watched how you leave your shyness behind and make yourself a place in the group, like it wasn’t the first time they meet you. Beer after beer, he’s sure that you’ll fit perfectly with all of them, with their stupid things and lazy evenings like that one.

“One you’re not even a little drunk?” Luke asks you while putting down his own empty bottle, red cheeks flushing. “How many beers have you already had?”

“I don’t know… Four? Maybe five?” You answer and a laugh escapes your mouth at the frowning boy in front of you.

“She’s such a hard rock, I tell you” Ashton adds. He takes advantage of one moment you get up from your chair to sit you in his lap. “She’d beat all of us in a shot competition without blinking.”

“Even Cal?” Luke questions and you laugh again while Ashton nods effusively.

“Not in a mood for shots today but any other day? I’m ready to win a competition” Calum looks at you like challenging you and you respond to him the same way.

“Challenge accepted, Hood” you reply, and then he offers you a fist pump and the two of you end laughing.

“Oh c'mon!” Michael huffed, “You cannot be this perfect. Not even Crystal is” he says and his girlfriend hits his shoulder, pretending to be offended. “I’m serious, is there anything you can’t do? What about videogames?”

“Well…”, you start “I’m not that bad, actually”

“Y/N, you are officially challenged to beat me in a videogame” he solemnly says and he enters into the house. Still wondering if he’s being serious, the group moves to the living room, where Michael is looking through his collection of games. You know that you are going to lose. Playing against him? Ashton already told you how good he is. You take a sit on the sofa and wait for the blond to pick a game. When he finally shows it to you all, you throw your hands in the air, joyful, and Ashton laughs.

“What’s so funny?” Luke asks confused. “It’s only Mario Kart”

“That’s the funny thing” your boyfriend looks at Michael still with a smile on his face. “Be prepare to die, mate”

Only four of you play the game, Luke and Ashton prefer watching it from the outside. You choose playing with Luigi and the game starts. You stay in second place for the 2 first laps, not far from Michael, who’s winning. He tries to sabotage you by throwing all types of traps, but just towards the end of the third and final lap, you’re able to throw him a weapon which makes him go out of the road, making him curse. You cannot help jump from the sofa when the little man on the green jumpsuit crosses the finish line, crowning you as the winner. Michael looks at you while the rest congratulate you.

“I guess that was a fair competition” he says, offering you his hand, which you gladly shake.

“That’s my girl” Ashton appears from behind you and turns your body, so he can pull you in a quick kiss. The boys holler around you but far from being embarrassed, you enjoy it and smile on your boyfriend’s lips.

“So…” Luke speaks, “she’s funny, a beer champion, a Mario Kart goddess, she’s not blonde…” he emphasises and the rest of them laughs at some kind of joke you don’t get. “You better take care of her, man” he says to Ashton.

“I know” he responds, putting his hands on your waits and putting a light kiss on your hair.

//

You wake up the next morning with the lightest headache, the light coming through the curtains making you scrunch your eyes and close them again. Then you realise about the soft touch on your shoulder. Ashton continues drawing little circles on your skin while you start to adapt to the clarity of the room.

“Good morning” he mumbles and leaves a sweet peck on the same place he was touching a second before. “We forgot to close the curtains last night” he says with a raspy tone and you put you arm over your eyes, shielding them from the light.

“Oh really?” you joke and giggle. He puts his head on your chest and you start to play with his hair, feeling how relaxing it is for him. “Don’t fall asleep again” your warn him, continuing touching his messy bed hair while he hums softly in response. You move one of your hands to the bedside table and reach for your phone, curious to see what time it is. It is probably late, as the night before you arrived later than expected after hanging with the boys. You smile at the good memories but soon you frown your eyebrows. Your phone screen shows you hundreds of notifications, lots of new people following you and liking all your tweets and photos on Instagram.

You get up and Ashton does with you while you rest your back on the headboard. He return back to the pillow, sleepy, as you continue watching how your social media has gone crazy. When you find the reason of all the chaos, after a minute, you cannot do other thing than opening your eyes in surprise.

“Wow” you’re able to say, watching the screen.

“What?” Ashton asks sleepily from his place by your side.

“And you ask what?” you exclaim, nearly shoving your phone in your boyfriend’s face.

He opens his eyes for a second and looks at the screen to close them again. “Oh, that” he says and a smirk spreads on his face.

You watch his smile and kiss him on the forehead, returning your attention to the phone. You remember the moment in which the photo was taken, late last night, still at Michael’s. In the photo, you’re on Ashton’s lap, your head in his shoulder, cuddled in his embrace while you were almost falling sleep, and he was placing a kiss on top of your head. You remember Luke saying how cheesy you were and how he was taking a photo so he had proof of it. It was a beautiful picture, to be honest, but you didn’t expect the man beside to be uploading it to Instagram. Not at least as the first photo of you two as a couple.

You read the caption and your heart skips a beat, a silly smile appearing on your lips.

“So… are we officially official now?” you inquire. He drags you down to the mattress and pulls you in a hug. “Wow, that’s a really big step, Irwin.”

“It’s not like I needed to confirm anything but… I guess I just wanted the world to know how much you mean to me” he says and you hug him more.

I “I love you, Ash” you murmur.

He turns his body and hovers yours. “Really?” You nod and he captures your lips in his for a moment. “Well,” he whispers, stating his way down your neck, “let me show you how much I love you then.”

I want a thousand nights like tonight, but only if she sleeps in my arms each one of them. Feeling the luckiest man in the world.

.

[nikelyzed]

JSeries Festival 2017 Report

Jakarta, 9th December Upperroom Annex Building 10th Floor

First of all sorry this report was written on broken English because I do believe it’ll be a total fiasco if I wrote it in Indonesian, trust me Please forgive me if there’s any grammar / spelling mistakes (´;ㅿ;｀) Also, taking photos was strictly prohibited when the talk show started inside the venue, that’s why I only have 4 badly taken photos on the photo session for the report orzz

If you’re looking for certain guest artist report please just scroll down because it’s gonna be a poorly written long ass report LMAO

This is the shortest dead-lined trip I ever done in my life, like it’s less than 2 weeks & I almost surrender because of office deadlines were crammed up into 4 days Also my phone was broken when the announcement was out Jakarta is a complicated place & I’m hella afraid straying there all alone, but luckily I have some friends who offer me place to stay ｡ﾟ(ﾟ^o^ﾟ)ﾟ｡

Special thanks to Maya & Shadent who let me stay at their place [and I still feel bad kicking Maya from her bed LMAO I’m so sorry orzz]

December 8th 2017

So the day before I was going to Jakarta, I woke up at 4am to pack my stuff but still almost late for the train departure LOL The train supposed to depart at 7.35am & I just arrived at the station at 7.20am I was running around like an idiot I swear 😂

I arrived in Jakarta at 11am  went to the ticket venue as soon as I can I met with friends I already know & some new friends, which I forgot--😂 They even let me touch their bromide collection [& took photo of it gsxcvjgacxg]

I’m screeching like an idiot when I saw SatoKiyo bromide because-- do I need to explain this part???  ((유∀유|||))

After exchanging email reservation with the ticket & having lunch, we went to karaoke & I almost lost my voice in the process

At night I really want to bang my head because I’m contemplating whether I should draw a gift for Ogotan or not since there’s no announcement of gift box for guest artist & I forgot to ask the staff about it too orzz But I decided to draw art gift for him in the night yet unable to finish because I was too sleepy, exhausted, & nearly heat-stroked because Jakarta heat is never a joke to begin with If you’re weak against sun-heat like me please bring umbrella / hat & put as many sunscreen & sunblock as you can, I mean it

December 9th 2017

The next day I woke up at 4am sharp but was shocked to my spine because Maya was sleeping on the floor instead on the bed  (´･_･`) Since we both still sleepy we decided to continue sleeping again but now it’s my turn to sleep on the floor ofc

We woke up again at 7am & doing satan speed preparations because the traffic is gonna be nasty if we’re late for real

We managed to arrived on the venue at 9am something I took a shortcut to get to the empty spot because my bag is hecking heavy & I can’t wait to sit, this resulting to the gate-border-thing to snap & fall, sorry security-san I’m too eager orzz

After that we sit on the line until open gate time I spend my time rolling around back & forth to some friends while waiting I even can continue the gift for Ogotan & finished it on time Since we forgot to buy envelope for the fan letter I decided to sacrifice my red folder file to contain all the letter for Ogotan

I swear I was nervous as heck when people start staring at it like hjvghcvaxhjdvvf no I’m not cheating on Ryuji this is just a normal gift yet some people still teasing me about it until now ((유∀유|||))

Oh I also met friends from previous karaoke session Alchemilla, Caneera, Kuyo, Maya, Evelyn, Salfa, Shadent, Nopi, Ika, Nindita, Nadya, & idk the rest please remind me because my memory was as bad as Higekiri or even worse---  ┏( .-. ┏ ) ┓

2:45pm Open Gate

We’re running a little bit late from schedule but finally we entered the hall I got the first row seat on the middle wing, I sit on the left side right across to the press chair row on the left wing Never have I felt so blessed before, it’s so close to the stage I swear I can even jump over the fence if I want to, but of course I won’t do that la I still have some sanity intact

The rest of this report was based on my memory so please kindly tell me if I made any mistake over the schedule / what the artist said or do OK?  |ω･`)

The MC was Hiroaki Kato [the cool & kind oyaji] also a pretty lady who I failed to remember her name oops sorry  (´･_･`)

In the opening we have many dorama screenings, & if you’re curious the list of dorama can be found here 

Saso Yuki fangirl section

The first guest artist to appeared was Saso Yuki the P*cari Sweat girl on youtube I never think she will be this pretty up close I swear she’s prettier IRL, the photo / video you saw were nothing hvfkacvxgyuedf  (///﹏///).｡oஇ

She greets & introduces herself in Indonesian. The rest of talk show was about acting & stuff. She also talk about the making of P*cari Sweat TVC Yuki Saso hope Indo & Japan can have greater relationship in the near future

IDK if it’s just me, but when I was too busy gaping like a fish & stare at her for solid minutes, she look at my direction and waved and smiled so bright AND I JUST DIED HDVGSHHJVCSJBC I swear she’s sooooooooo sooooooooooooooo pretty that you could melt when she’s smiling LOL I forgot things she said since I was dumb-strucked by her beauty

After that we had another screening time

Nano fangirl section

The next guest artist to perform was Nano She’s also gorgeous up close & she’s very happy to perform in Indonesia since she was cancelling her previous concert in Jakarta due to some circumstances She also told us that the venue her concert supposed to be held was this exact venue we’re sitting on & we’re going “whoaaa” in unison

When Nano was going to sing, the sound system died--- The audience was very supportive & cheer her up with kind words The Nano support team was amazing, you guys rocks!  (≧∇≦ ) If I’m not mistaken Nano sing “Savior of Song” & “The Crossing” It was amazing performance, we stand & sing along together

Next we have another screening time

Isomura Hayato & Yahagi Honoka fangirl section

After screening time, there’s guest artist arrived & I scream on top of my lungs because I thought it was Ogotan But false alarm, It’s actually Isomura Hayato from Kamen Rider Ghost & I still screamed anyway  ( ´༎ຶㅂ༎ຶ`) This talk session was also attended by Yahagi Honoka-chan & I was dumb-strucked by another beauty LMAO Seriously she’s so cute up close  (灬ºωº灬)♡

Their first impression of Indonesia was it’s hot but they both like it since its freezing winter on Japan Both talk a lot of things, about acting & stuff. Both were asked if there’s drama collaboration with Indonesia will they interested or not but of course the fans said the deadpanned big big no since Indonesia soap opera quality is kinda-- well-- you decide la--😂

I don’t remember what they talk because I forgot to take notes of it But there’s this section when Hayato-kun asked why he become a Kamen Rider, he said it’s his dream to protect girls [he clearly said ‘Josei’ here] Hiroaki-san teases us “Who want to be protected by Hayato-kun?” And this dork whose name is Hayato-kun just casually stretch his hands out to audience direction while nodding, like offering a hug Of course the fangirls roars the signature “KYAAAAAAAA” including me Who don’t want to be protected by a handsome guy anyway??  (//∇//)

Another funny thing, when I was staring right into Hayato-kun [he’s so gorgeous IRL I swear] idk if he realized I was staring or he’s actually looking at the press which is right across my seat-- He look at my direction A LOT & I pretend to stare at Honoka-chan, this happened many many times it feels awkward LMAO o)-(;;; I keep chanting “Hayato-kun please don’t look over here, just lemme enjoy your gorgeous face peacefully”, but he keep looking at my direction once in a while Oh well, considered it blessings  ( ´༎ຶㅂ༎ຶ`)

When the times up we had another screening TADAAAAAH it’s YOWAPEDAAAAAAA I was soooooo prepared to see Ogotan but since I can see towards the backstage entrance it’s actually a female silhouette walking to the stage

AND DAFUQ IT’S ACTUALLY YUKI KATO LMAO  😂 😂 😂

Being a country field person I’m, I still scream because she was also one of my childhood fav actress on Heart movie since she’s so cute & relatable as duck LMAO

She talked a lot about acting, awards she won in Japan, & so on The funny part is, when she was asked what kind of movie she like to watch she gesture “mampus gue” with her lips which can be roughly translated as “sht I’m screwed” 😂   

No worries Yuki-chan, we understand that fangirl feeling, really 😂 😂 😂

After talk with Yuki-chan, the kameko-ninja-guy set some band property so I relax a little, thinking it was Rei performance

Never been I’d be so wrong in my life

Ogoe Yuuki massive fangirl section

When Hiroaki-san announce the next guest artist I nearly fell of my chair because FINALLY OGOTAN APPEARED HOLYDUCKXVHSVKVXHTXAKOZ

I wonder if I actually died on the spot because Ogotan look so gorgeous & cute & pure & angelic idk man I’m wheezing my life out  (´×ω×`) He wore a suit which has the same color as my attire & I got teased again orzz

First he was greeting us with a broken Indonesian along with a sheepish smile His jumbled face when he ask Hiroaki-san how to read the Indonesian language, it was soooo so cute, so pure, so angelic, so fluffy hhhnnnggghhhhhhh He continue the gibberish Indonesian greetings cutely which we all failed to understand, the audience went “???” & he also went a little “???”  😂 

Its okay Ogotan, we still love you 😂 

His first impression of Indonesia was it’s extremely hot ofc Hiroaki-san offered if he had any intention to bike around while in Indo But of course the Ogotan support team won’t let him, giving him the no gestures and chanting “dame-dame-dame” together  😂  We don’t want Ogotan to bike in these messy road & of course Indonesian sun is unhealthy for his flawless skin so NOPE  ლ(ಠ益ಠლ WE SHALL PROTECT OGOTAN AT ANY COST!! - said someone

He talked about acting, dorama, and also butai. He explained to us the differences between dorama & butai, their specialty & so on For example is when he’s on Yowapeda butai he only use bike handle, while in dorama he need to bike for real

Between the talk he sends lots lots of heart gestures, both Korean heart finger sign & full fledged love hand sign toward the audience & there goes the audible “KYAAAAA” signature roaring from back to the front including me LMAO

He keep smiling & shooting heart & sending loves & waving & idk man

I feel so attacked when he look at a folder file I was carrying earlier I decided to showed it to him when he’s looking & making “it’s for you” hand gestures He smiled at me, HE SMILED AT ME FOR DUCK SAKE & SEND ME A FULL FLEDGET HEART SIGN WITH BOTH HAND & I JUST MELT IN THE NAME OF LORD I WAS NEARLY DIED LMAO  ｡ﾟ( ﾟஇωஇﾟ)ﾟ｡

It’s hecking embarrassing so I just cover my face with the folder file but Ogotan seems to know I was a weakling & he keep shooting me heart sign & tilt his head cutely & I died again & again LMAO OGOTAN STOPPP I CAN’T HANDLE IT GXBXCHSGLGBLTFXGKHS

[I need to apologize to Ryuji later I swear]

He talks about a lot of stuff but I barely remember what he talk on stage since what I heard & remember were just "KYAAA KYAAA KYAA” from start to the end I kinda feel bad for Hiroaki-san because his translations were drowned between sea of fangirl screams  ( ；∀；)

When the talk session time is up, there goes another fangirl scream, the saddest one you’ll ever heard, it feels like you just kicked a kitten / puppy

I was also started crying without I realize because I always cry when fangirling By I mean crying was rolling literal tears from my eyes because I’m a weakling to every people I adore including actors, singers, whatever

Here comes the angst I’m so so sad because we only can see him for about 15 minutes & after that idk when will we can see him again so I started crying for real but inaudible one ofc

By the end of the talk, Ogotan said something like : “Thank you for loving me. It was my motivation & it supports me to keep going on. Thank you very much & please take care of me too in the future”

I don’t remember the exact thing he said but he does say ‘Aisarete’ something something & on here my friend who understand Japanese better was already bawling  ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ ｡

AND CAN YOU GUESS WHAT?? HE LOOK AT MY DIRECTION AGAIN & SEND ME ANOTHER HEART SIGN & OF COURSE I WAS CRYING EVEN MORE LA OMFG WHAT A WRONG MOVE OGOTAN LMAOOO CRYYYYYYYYYYY  .˚‧º·(ฅдฅ｡)‧º·˚. He also kindly send me a “nakanaide” gesture with his lips & I’m sending him an OK sign while wiping my tears LMAO what am I doing with my life, really I started thinking if I’m being delusional & Ogotan never did any of these but please, just let me be 😂💖

After that Ogotan fangirl time was over & I’m still crying LMAO HAHHAHAH He keep shooting hearts & smiles so bright it can light up the whole universe The audience finally fall silent after he return to the backstage

After Ogotan talk is over, it’s Rei turn to perform At that time my soul was still flying & can’t even process what’s happening because my head hurts so much from too many screaming & crying LMAO

BUT TADAAHHHH there’s a surprise attack by the end of the event LMAO.

There’s actually some envelope attached at the bottom of each audience chair Inside each of the envelope there’s a name of guest artist written, there’re 10 envelope in total

7 of the lucky audience will get a board which autographed by the guest The other 3 was the luckiest mustard ever existed on earth who got a chance to take a photo with the guest artist LIKE (ノ-_-)ノ~┻━┻ Since I’m bad in gambling of course I don’t get any la what do you expect

I can hear envy screeching from back to the front, in this segment finally we’re allowed to took some photos, & there’s a crowd photo from the stage too but IDK Press-san tachi, I’m waiting for the better photo here  ( ˘•ω•˘ ).｡oஇ

I’m unable to took more than 4 photos because I was squished to the gate from back & it’s hard balancing phone with one hand so here comes the blurry quality photos I managed to snap between the chaos

While taking photos we managed to catch Yuki Kato attention Being the good fangirl we’re, we keep gesturing her “THIS THING IS FOR OGOTAN” while pointing at Ogotan continuously LOL She replied with hand gestures “How should I tell him about it???”

Ogotan seems realizing what’s happening & smiles to us cutely And the front row died again LMAO

I swear Yuki Kato is a fangirl in crime, thank you for helping us Yuki-chan!  ヾ(｡>﹏<｡)ﾉﾞ✧*

Finally, the event end for real  ( ´༎ຶㅂ༎ຶ`) I was running around to find a way to give Ogotan’s gift art & apparently there’s a gift box [which actually is a gift desk] prepared for it by the staff

We part our ways & I’m recharging my flying soul with friends, eating Yoshin*ya while contemplating whether is it a real life or just a fantasy

After that I went to Shadent’s home for resting, we watch some Kamen Rider episodes before finally collapsing on bed in less than 5 minutes LMAO

It was really a fun day, I’m having a great experience & I’m gonna cherish this memory forever ever ever and ever!!  ｡✧*｡( ´∩•͈ω•͈∩` )✧*｡

Otsukaresamadesu JSeries Festival Jakarta!  See you next time!!  (｡•̀ᴗ-)و ̑̑✧

Please bring Ryuji in the next event, I beg you  ((유∀유|||))

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1. what’s the best/ most comfortable way to sleep? In fetal position with covers on and my cat curled near me.

2. do you have a favourite plant or garden? I really like Lilies, Willow trees and Carnivorous Plants tbh, I like most plants tbf

3. is there a song that you cant stand? Adam's song by blink182 and like 99,99% of Italian pop songs

4. favourite piece of clothing or outfit and why? Cold weather>> combat boots, skinny jeans, vintage pink sweater under a bigger black open in the front long sweater Middle weather>> jean jacket, black converse, skinny black jeans, yellow sweater Hot weather>> shorts, my old red tank top

5. what’s the dumbest thing you did as a kid? Punch a kid and break his nose?

6. is there a language that you really wish you could learn? Right now french (for academic reasons), braille and sign language.  I’m not very keen on learning grammar (years of learning ancient greek grammar really take that away from you lol), but I wish I could effortlessly learn most languages

7. is there a part of history that you wished you could change? I think that without the destruction of the Library of Alexandria a lot of bad events would have been avoided... and the church’s murder craze would have not been a thing... idk i would go with that?? because I think it’s the root of all evil?(feel free to message me over this, it’s a longer argument I made in my head and I don’t know if it makes sense on its own as a statement)

8. do you have a fictional character that you would want to meet in real life? Most of my favorite characters are complete assholes so maybe not??? probably Peter Parker tho, he seems like a cool guy to hang out with

9. are there any movies that you hate-watch? Zombie movies.

10. what music fits your mood right now? A lullaby, i'm in class and v sleepy

11. do you get your library books back on time or do you always have overdue notices? I'm not really used to go to the library other than to study, but back when I went to the school's library often I would always return the books the day after, I'm a very fast reader and a 300 pages book would last me like a couple days max (I was a tax on my parents, yes)

My 11 questions 1. What’s your favorite classic literature author and why?  2. Are you a “I’ll have breakfast and then go to school/work/uni/?” person or an “I’ll eat something later but I actually won’t because I’ll forget about eating right after I take a step out the door” kind of person?  3. Do you stay in a friendship when the other person doesn’t agree with you politically? 4. What was the first job you wanted to do as a kid? Why did you stop dreaming of it? 5. Eastern comics or Western comics? (or no comic books at all?) 6. Do you print the photos you take with your phone or do you have an endless list of files on your pc under the “Print” label? 7. Have you ever kicked someone in the balls? Why? 8. Have you ever practiced your speech for an Oscar/Award of any kind? 9. Financial stability or dream job? (in this capitalistic world both is not an answer and we all know it) 10. If you could chose a cover image for your biography what would you choose? 11. Body or soul? (as in do you believe in souls and all that souls imply or nah?)

I tag: @czernxy, @desperadore, @permets-tu-apollo, @grantairelibere, @sparky-pc, @sparkly-courf, @starfieldcanvas, @prettypettypansexual, @sunny-day-sky, @just-french-me-up, @spicyenjolras I’m sorry if my questions are weird, I wanted them to be unusual lmao