#i want cecil to cry < true

[bulkhummus]

thinks about cecils dad showing up and we finally (finally) get an abby voice reveal

[norrisleclercf1]

Broken Hearts and Duct Tape

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader x Lando Norris

Part 7 of Our Boy Series

Rating: PG-13

Words: 2.3K

Warnings: Angst, Anxiety, Therapy, Slight fluff, etc.

Our Boy Series / Previous: Letter 1 / Next: Letter 2

Synopsis: When a current fight brings up the memories of an old fight, Lando and Charles remember a dark time in their relationship

It's the quiet mornings that have Charles's skin crawling. He's not used to it. The silence currently filling his home is not his true home, though. If you asked him 10, maybe 15 years ago, he'd say home was Monaco and Italy. Now? It's where ever his family is. Home is where Cecile and Elijah fight and wreak havoc. It's where he can find you curled up reading or Lando outside in the garage working on his cars. 

This wasn't his home. It's far too quiet. He hated it. Charles wanted nothing more than to whip his mug at a wall and scream his anger, but he couldn't. "Did you get any sleep?" Charles's back goes rigid. Lando has not spoken to him since he kicked you out of the Monaco home. "Yeah, Elijah curled into me last night." His voice muffled by the mug. "Cecile finally fell asleep," Lando murmured, leaning against the island, far from Charles. 

"Okay, let's get this over with." Charles slams his mug down, a small crack forming at the bottom. "You're pissed I kicked her out." Lando looks up, his curls still there but slightly lined with age. They were standing in the same kitchen, the exact spots they did 10 years ago. But this time, it was Charles on the other end. "Of course I am," Lando hisses, pushing off the counter. "You kicked our fucking wife out! Our wife, the mother of our children, I'm more than pissed. I want to rip your fucking head off." "Don't raise your voice. The kids are sleeping." Charles hushes, but Lando shakes his head. 

"Don't! Don't you dare tell me not to raise my voice? Charles, what the fuck were you thinking? We have always discussed this together. Why didn't you wait for me to come home?" Lando choked on the words, shaking his head to stop the emotions from bubbling up. "The moment she stepped through those doors, I don't know. All I could see was her 19-year-old self and thinking of all the lies she's told us, me. I gave her everything, and she," Staring down at his mug, he loved this mug. 

It was a Father's Day gift you got him. Still, fresh into the relationship and with a 3-month-old, you just bought it. You gave it to him as a joke, but he cried slightly. "She lied," He whispers, letting go of the mug. "Charles, she was hurt! SHE WAS 19!" Lando roars. "Daddy?" Charles and Lando whip their head to the stairs, Elijah and Cecile staring at them with fear and anxiety. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Lando whispers, reaching out for Cecile, yet Elijah pulls Cecile back. 

"Cece, go upstairs to my room. Yeah, we can talk in a few." Elijah whispers. His sister doesn't answer, glaring at him as she walks up the stairs. "We'll, we'll be upstairs," Elijah whispers, taking off. "10 years ago, that's how long it's been," Lando whispers. Charles flinches, staring at the kitchen door, the wood still damaged from that night. "You're doing the same thing to her like you did to me," "That's not the fucking same. Never, ever compare these two situations again." Lando glares at Charles, scuffing. 

"Please, you kicked me out the same way you kicked her out." "YOU CAME HOME DRUNK! Fucking Christ Lando, you," "No, no, I know exactly what happened that night," Lando whispers, "You don't have to remind me." 

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10 years ago 

"He's still not home?" You feel like crying, holding your 1 year old sick with a horrible fever. "No, I don't know where he is," Charles whispers, pulling you in as you bounce, Cecile screaming her head off. "Find him, Charles, please." You beg, trying to calm down Cecile. "Okay, I'll be back." He whispers, kissing your forehead. 

Walking down the hall, he stops, pushing Elijah's door open, smiling when he sees his 6-year-old boy sleeping. Holding his teddy bear dressed as Lando. Closing the door, he flicks on the stairs light, freezing when he hears the rattling of the kitchen back door. Bending down, he grabs the bat. He raises it but stops seeing the familiar bright orange and curls tumble into the kitchen. 

"Alright, here we are." "Carlos?" Hitting the light switch, Charles's teammate Carlos and his husband disheveled state. "Hey, Charles. Lando, um," "Go home, Carlos," Carlos cleared his throat. As Carlos pats his friend's back, Lando hunches over the kitchen island and leaves. "Where the fuck have you been?" "Hav, ugh, having fun." Lando slurs, the rage in Charles building more. "That's it." Charles yanks open the fridge door, grabbing an ice-cold water. Cracking the lid off, he moves, pouring it all over Lando. 

"Oh god! What the fuck?" Lando yells, now sober enough to remember this. "You're a mess, acting like you're a child." Charles spits, tossing the empty bottle into the sink. "Screw you. I was having fun, Charles." Lando takes a deep breath, trying to stop the nausea. "Y/n and I have been calling you for hours, Lando. Cecile is sick." Lando's head snaps up. "What? Is she okay?" Lando moves to go upstairs, but Charles steps in front of him. 

"What are you doing? Get out of my way." "No, you're drunk." Charles pushes him back, not hard, just to get him back up. "You smell of a club, liquor, and probably cheap ass," "I wasn't with anyone else. Just Carlos." Lando whispers. "I don't care! We have children, Lando. A wife, in case you forgot, a fucking husband as well." Holding up his hand, Charles shows Lando the ring on his finger. "I didn't forget, but maybe I don't want to be trapped." 

Stepping back, Charles feels like the ground has swallowed him whole. "Trapped? Is that what we are to you? A cage?" Charles's chest starts to heave up and down. His anxiety ramping up more now. This can't happen now. Charles can't have an anxiety attack now. "No, I didn't mean it like that," Lando whispers, reaching for Charles. Lando always knew when Charles got anxious, holding his hand always grounded his husband. 

"Don't," Charles pulls his hands out of reach. "For almost 6 months now, you've been partying, drinking, god knows what else. Also, you don't talk to me anymore, only Carlos." Charles can't help the venom that drips off of Carlos's name when he says it. "Charles, I love you and Y/n. Please, can we not do this tonight?" Lando asks, stepping to the side to go upstairs, but Charles shoves him back. 

"Are you cheating on us?" This was colder than the water, sobering Lando fully now. "No." Charles stares at Lando. This was not the man he fell in love with. "You're hiding something from me, from us. Yet, Carlos seems to know what it is." "Charles, don't do this. Not tonight. Cecile is sick." "No, we're doing this now. What are you hiding?" Charles pushes, Lando starting to grow annoyed. "GOD DAMMIT! Mercedes offered me a seat, OKAY. And I took it without a second thought. I took the fucking seat. And right now, I hate myself because I said yes without even thinking of you, the babies, or our wife!" Lando roars, Charles's eyes wide. 

"When?" Charles whispers, looking down at his feet. "What?" Lando sighs, pulling on those curls, a sign he was stressed. "When did this happen? Because I remember we always said we'd decide this together, and you didn't even think about us? Do you even want to be married to us? You spend all your nights away drinking and come home lying, saying you've been with the McLaren team and all went for drinks. But you're not. You're lying." Lando looks away, unable to look Charles in the face. 

"I regret it, Charles. God, I know I shouldn't have said yes. But this is Mercedes." "No, no, you don't get to do that. You'll have to move. Go back home to London. Did you even think about me? My family, our family is here. This is where we decided to raise the kids. And now you're saying, fuck all of that, I rather have a Mercedes seat." "You're telling me you wouldn't have done the same thing?" Lando's anger grows with each ticking minute. 

"NO! Because I love our family! I value you and Y/n, but you clearly don't. Like you said, we're a fucking cage keeping you locked down. So you know what," Charles laughs, grabbing his ring. "No, no, don't, Charles, please. I'm so sorry." Lando holds Charles's hand, stopping his husband. "Don't take off your ring, not the one I gave you, please. I love you." "Clearly not, because right now, I regret marrying you." Charles gasps, his world spinning as his anxiety and fears grow too much for him to handle. 

"You don't mean that." Lando whimpers, Charles shoving his hand off. "I do! What you've done, I mean, I get it. But Lando, you have a family. How could you do this?" Charles laughs, playing with the ring on his finger. "Selfish, I was being selfish. Please just don't do this." Lando begs, ready to drop to his knees. "Get out. I want you out of this house." Charles whispers. Lando drops his head, tears falling from both men as Charles bolts up the stairs. The only signal that Lando left was the slamming of the door and wood splintering everywhere the following day. 

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"Every time I fuck up, I worry you'll kick me out again. Take off your ring again, and you," Lando takes a deep breath. "Have you been attending your therapy sessions?" Charles's jaw ticks. He hasn't. "Charles, you haven't been going, have you? Baby, you know you can't mess them." Charles stares at his mug, all the emotions coming up. "When I first went, you wanna know what the Doc said?" "What?" "That when I'm faced with abandonment, I lash out; I did it again." Charles laughs. It's all he can do to stop himself from crying. 

"Charles, call your therapist," Lando whispers, sliding his phone over. "I can't because the only number I want to call is her." He can't hold it anymore as his lips wobble, the sob breaking. "Charlie." Lando rushes over as Charles slides to the floor, Lando holding him. "What have I done? I broke our family." Charles sobs, Lando pulling him into him. His arms are wrapped tight as Charles hides in his husband's chest. "I hurt you, I hurt Y/n. I'm the reason, I'm the," "Shhhh, it's okay. You're okay." Lando whispers. 

"It's all in the past. It all worked out. Look at us, Charles. We have two gorgeous children living here in Monaco and London. We did it. We can do it again." Charles's chest rattles as he sucks in a breath. "I said such awful things to her. I'll never blame her if she doesn't come back." "She'll come back, but we'll get our asses kicked." Charles laughs, Lando, joining him. 

"Dad? Pa?" Sniffling, Charles stands up, wiping his eyes and nose quickly. "Yea," His voice cracks. Lando giggles as Charles smacks him. "Yeah, Ducky?" Elijah steps out from the stairs slowly, and Charles hates that when he looks at Elijah, now he can see Nico. But Charles shakes it off because Elijah has Charles's drive, Lando's humor, and stubbornness.

"Um, Mama, she didn't want me to tell you, but Mama left me something." Holding out his arm, Lando welcomes Elijah into his side. "What did she leave you?" Lando asks, kissing Elijah's temple. "Before that, um," Elijah pulls back, fiddling with his fingers.

"You're my fathers. You raised me. Pa, you're the one who started to call me Ducky first. It's a stupid nickname from a stupid duck towel I loved as a kid. Dad, you shaped me to be the driver I am today, and I'll never say thank you enough. Pa, you taught me the piano, and that's our thing. Dad, you're always there when I'm sick, even breaking me out of school to go Karting." Elijah sighs, tears all gone. 

"Nico did none of that. He wasn't there. And Mama never knew why he truly left, but that doesn't matter. Not to me. I had two wonderful fathers. I don't need a third, just you two." Lando smiles, pulling Elijah into a hug. "You're grounded," "Lando," Charles sighs. "No, he is. He ran off into Monaco during a GP weekend. Grounded, 3 weeks. No phone, gaming, or karting. Unless it's for official business. You ever do something like that again, and your ass is fried. Got me." Elijah smiles, nodding in agreement. 

"That's fine," "Now, what is it your mother left you?" Charles asks, looking at his mug and seeing a crack. "Damn, your mug is cracked, Pa." Elijah mumbles, grabbing the mug, "It's fine, nothing duct tape can't fix." Charles grabs it back, cradling it almost. "Right," Taking a breath, Elijah pulls out a stained envelope with your name written. "She said that Nico left a letter for her at their old apartment. She never opened it, and I want you two here with me when I read it." Elijah stares down at Nico's handwriting, wondering what might be there. 

"Are you sure? I'm sure it's private." Charles asks, standing at his son's other side. "Yeah, I want my parents here to discover why he left. I don't know how I'll react, and honestly, I think you two need answers as well." Charles looks up at his husband, grabbing his hand and kissing the ring he gave Lando. "Open it. Let's find out why the bastard left." "Dad," "Lando." Lando just smirks, shrugging his shoulders. 

"Okay, well," Elijah opens it, the paper crinkling as he pulls the letter out and starts to read. 

"Ducky, don't be alarmed at the empty apartment. I'm coming back," 

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[just-an-enby-lemon]

"Hi, mom, it's been a long time.

At least if you're actually even here, I mean ghosts are real and I heard enought stories about the Big Game that I'm fairly sure you should be abble to listen but you never were the most present person, were you? Sorry, this was rude.

Bet you're wondering what I'm doing here outside some specific remembrance date well big news I'm getting married. I would ask you to not tell Gersh yet but you never really told him anything did you? Besides ominious prophesies and the ocasional emotional abuse I suppose. Wich leads nicelly to why I'm here.

No, it's not the marriage, I did want to tell you that but it was not the real reason. The marriage was more of the lichpin. I'm already a mother and now I found the love of my life and I'm actually happy, really happy, not just less tired or somewhat happy or content but happy. So I guessed it was time for closure.

At first I thought closure was forgiviness, I always found a little embarassing that Cecil was able to be the bigger person with you and I didn't. Losing a game of being petty with the "Garry Marlowe stoled a toy from me when we were five so now everytime I let any personal iten in his reach I will look at him pointedly and say 'hope no one here steals my thing'" guy is insane, right? Did you know he puts random raisin cookies with the chocolate ones and refuses to tell me wich are wich because I once tricked him into a bad cookie trade when he was eleven? So yeah. At the time I though, "well Abby you've moved on and she was your mother for god's sake so if Gersh can forgive her it's time for you to just woman up and do it as well."

But you know what, the reason I'm losing here is because it's not a petty situation is it? You didn't trick me into trading a chocolate cookie for a raisins one. You really really hurted us. And than you left. And worse you came back acting like a good mother and expected us to pretend nothing changed and than you died before I could even start to process all the mess you caused. You are the reason I can't talk about emotions, you are the reason Gersh is just soo fucked up and you are the reason why it was soo hard for me to be happy that I almost runned away when I noticed I was. This isn't petty and maybe Gersh is just a better person, a better son or maybe he is just afraid of the truth, I don't know. But I'm finally happy and I'm still so afraid of it.

I was talking to Steve yesterday and I asked how can he treat everybody so well, be so nice, when almost everyone openly dislikes or at least bellitles him and he told me that he just loved people and cared. So I asked how could he have forgiven them and he said he didn't. He told me: "Abby, my sweet scone, sometimes people hurt you but you understand why and they stop or they also care and you have a bond but that doesn't mean forgiviness, that doesn't mean you don't still aknowledge that they hurt you and let this impact how you feel for them. You can love people and still never forgive them. Is okay." Then he saw I was crying and was really sweet about it. He is just really sweet.

So yeah, I still love you, I probably always will, and I miss the short periods of time where things were actually okay. And I don't forgive you, you didn't even said you were sorry and I hope it was because you knew you had no right but maybe denial is just a familly curse or something. I don't forgive you, I don't think I ever will and I don't intend to come back. This things can coexist, can both be true.

Don't worry about the lack of flowers, I know you always hated messy abandoned graves, Cecil will probably just bring more in my absense. I have no idea how you were able to make him feel like he was the bad son, a shitty brother? Maybe. But honestly, mom... I just hope you will at least aknowledge the flowers as real ones and I do promisse that I will pay someone to deliver more when he finally stops coming. "

[arthurtaylorlester]

wtnv liveblog ep. 224 liminal spaces

quod est superius est sicut quod inferius

well yeah cecil night vale could be a liminal space

i cannot with cecil talking about trends skfhkhkg

yes you are very hip cecil :D

dw cecil i love popcorn too wait am i old???

mmmmm night jeans

reminds me of the one bo burnham jeans ad

amusement park you say

cecil is soo good at describing liminal spaces

you know what you ARE right they are juts spooky

OH GOD A MAN??

you can’t remember him huh

it’s his father

HOLY SHIT IT ACTUALLY IS EMPTNESS IN YOUR HEART YOU SAY

noooo dana dont go after D:<

exactly why would you ever want to leave

TRASH THAT PUG !!

michelle and riverdale meditation sounds amazing

did you know i actually can’t boil water nevermind food i could actually use that

wait janice fell asleep?? this is exactly like ‘it doesnt hold up’

oh ok that is very true liminal spaces are very nostalgic and thrive on it

THE MAN AGAIN I KNEW IT

a video?? what’s he typing

wha-

YEAH WELL CECIL I WANT TO SEE HIS FACE

no you haven’t seen enough

cecil baldwin is so good at voice acting, you can hear the fear when he says the video isnt turning off and that he’s bad at using technology

CAPYBARA = DOG TRUTHING

CECIL YOU ARE SO TRUE FOR THAT THE DISHES IN FACT DON’T MATTER

cecil you are in a horror show you will die

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE NOT IN THE STUDIO

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE IN 2003

god i love horror shows

WEATHER TIME: SPOILER ALERT IT SLAPS

wait is he in the fucking backrooms

HE IS IN VARIOUS BACKROOM LEVELS

of what now?? malaise??

oh no do we meet cecil’s dad

if he isnt lee marvin i’ll cry

his home? oh no

hhhhh ohhh noo

CAT BALOO?? THE MURALS TOO ?? I WAS RIGHT

cecil bbg please don’t repress bad memories :((

noooo cecil :(( i wish i could help my blorbos ugh

well, i certainly loved this episode, liminal spaces are such interesting concept

goodnight nightvale, gnight :)

[kerink]

229 react

⬆️nice posting fuck up

love is a many legged and eyeless thing

science became illegal so fast!!!!

cecils so mad lol

carlos is sooo bored so cute

janets breaking the rules

cecil knows all about data gathering

they fucking put dana in jail

cecils so stupid

finknor literally dont know their own show because 1. dana literally fought herself, shes already confronted this. 2. ABBY is a lawyer

his fellow citizens...

im glad josh is ok ;o;

awww people being nice to cecil

awww people being mean to cecil

the Smoot-Hawley Tariff Act was in 1930

part of this town 💕

carlos arrested again, the sheriff targeting him

hes sooo overwhelmed

cecil wrestling blake 🥵

blakes such a little ant

HES CRYING

SHE WANTS TO DESTROY CARLOS BY DESTROYING EVERYTHING HE LOVES

blake lets see. well see. i hope its true but i dont trust like that

also cecil broadcasting blakes speech

YES MURDER NOT ILLEGAL THEY LISTENED

fuck the state and feds i stand with sam o7

brainwashed them... finknor i forgive you

[shiningwonderland]

Cecil Aijima Prologue (Repeat)

Translator: Raz (twitter: agnadance) Proofreader: Sera (twitter: serayagami) Editor: Melanie (twitter: melabonbon), Plaid (twitter: cecillovemail) Final Check: Mae (twitter: itoshikimaegirl)

Fantastical Prelude

Disclamer: Cecil’s Prologue has dialogue from A Class Prologue and S class Prologue with an original scene in the end. Cecil’s Prologue has been re-translated from scratch so there are discrepancies in the dialogue with the other translations.

"Idols." Those whom we long for but can never be with.

"Idols." Those who give dreams and energy to others.

"Idols." They are my…

I am Haruka Nanami, age 15. Starting this spring, I’m aiming to become a composer who writes songs for these "idols"!

If I were to look back to my middle school years, I didn’t have anything. I was extremely shy and I couldn’t make many friends,

I was howled at by the neighborhood dogs, and scratched by stray cats… I wanted to be useful to other people, but every time I tried to do something, it never worked out.

Through all those days when I felt bummed out, the idols on TV always cheered me up. I want to compose songs for idols myself one day!

To make that dream come true, I wrote a song. I put all my feelings into this song and sent it with my application to Saotome Academy, a professional performing arts school where only one out of 200 applicants get in.

A few weeks later, I received a letter from Saotome Academy.

Select the phrase!

W-wow, I passed!

It’s the first time one of my wishes has ever been granted, the first time one of my dreams has come true. This is the first step towards changing myself.

From today onward, my story begins!

Haruka Nanami: …I couldn't sleep a wink.

That’s because…

Starting today, I’ll be a student... at the one and only Saotome Academy…

Haaa…

I’m so nervous…

For the past three days, every time I tried to sleep,

my nervousness would wake me up.

I haven’t slept much at all leading up to today.

To think I’ll be in such a sorry state during the entrance ceremony…

I-I must calm my nerves.

… I regret what I’ve done.

All right!

During times like these, I’ll cheer myself up by watching my favorite TV show!

I sit down on the floor in front of the TV with my legs tucked underneath me and switch it on.

HAYATO: Ohayaho~!

All of you ten million HAYATO fans nationwide, how are nya?

We’re broadcasting from Studio 2 as usual!

Cutting to the chase, today’s theme is "household appliances!"

Lately, electronic appliances have been quite popular!

I would say that it might be a boom!

Haruka Nanami: Ah… HAYATO-sama! He looks magnificent as usual.

My beloved HAYATO-sama is a rookie idol who debuted just last year.

No matter how tough the obstacles he faces, his smile never fades.

He is cheerful and energetic, and shines like the brightest star in the night sky.

HAYATO-sama works as a reporter at "Ohayaho News."

No matter how busy or sleepy I am,

I always watch it without fail.

When it’s time, I sit right here in front of the TV!

This is my daily routine.

HAYATO: … That’s all!

Reporter HAYATO, signing off! Everyone, bye bye nya~!

Haruka Nanami: Ha…

He’s so cool...

I feel so refreshed…

Ahh, but… I’m sleepy…

I haven’t slept much at all…

After I finish watching the show,

I drift away into slumber.

…

Haruka Nanami: …!!! WHAT TIME IS IT!!?

I suddenly jump up and look at the clock!

Haruka Nanami: AAAAAAAH!!

I-I-I won’t make iiit!!

In a panic, I grab my bag and run out of the house.

I haven’t slept much at all so the ground beneath my feet feels unsteady,

but even so, I keep running as hard as I can.

Haruka Nanami: The station is just a little further!

I might be able to make it…!!

As soon as I think that,

Cat: Meeeow.

Haruka Nanami: … A Cat?

I happen to hear the pitiful cry of a cat.

Cat: Meeeeow, meeeeow.

Haruka Nanami: I hear it… but…

I can’t see the cat anywhere around me.

Cat: Meeeeow, meeeeow.

Haruka Nanami: Ah!

The cat is crying on top of a telephone pole.

Haruka Nanami: I see. You can’t get back down, can you?

It’s okay. I’ll catch you… come here…

I spread my arms out wide towards it.

The cat hesitates a little and then nimbly jumps down.

Haruka Nanami: Thank goodness… looks like you aren’t hurt.

Cat: Meow!

The cat, cradled in my arms, meows happily.

Haruka Nanami: Don’t climb up high places from now on, okay?

I tell the cat that, release it, and run towards the station.

Haruka Nanami: I-I made it…

But… ugh…

So crowded…

A-a full train is so awful…

I never knew…

Rustle, rustle.

Haruka Nanami: ...!!!

Um…

I feel like something stroked my butt…

Rustle, rustle.

Haruka Nanami: ...!

… Could it be,

a m-m-m-molestor!?

W-what am I supposed to do in this situation…?

Otoya Ittoki: You’re making her uncomfortable! Stop that, old man.

Haruka Nanami: Ah…

Such a nice voice…

His voice sounds innocent and young, but with a strength at its core.

Such a clear, sincere voice.

… No, not that …

Did this person just…

Save me…?

Pervert: Hmph, what’s the deal with this brat?

Pretending you’re a hero or something?

Otoya Ittoki: Ah, wait, don’t run away!

… Dammit.

Ah… he's running away…

He sure is able to maneuver his way through this crowd…

But I wouldn’t want him close by anyway...

I'm glad he went away.

Otoya Ittoki: You okay?

Haruka Nanami: Eh… u-um… I…

What should I say…

The words won’t come out …

Um… umm....

Otoya Ittoki: At a time like this, I think it’s fine to say "Thank you."

Ohh…

His smile… is so blinding.

So bright, like the sun…

Haruka Nanami: Th-thank you…

Pat.

He gently places his hand on my head.

This is the first time I've ever been touched by a man like this other than my father…

He's warm like a summer breeze and has kind eyes.

His smile is a little mischievous but refreshing.

He reminds me of a shonen manga hero…

Otoya Ittoki: I’m Otoya, Otoya Ittoki.

Nice to meet you!

Haruka Nanami: Ah, yes,

Um, n-n-n-n-n-nice to meet you t…

Psh.

The train pulls into the station and the doors open.

People begin exiting in droves.

… But, ah,

huh… um…

I'm pushed out of the train by the wave of people exiting.

Otoya Ittoki: Eh?! W-wait!

Your uniform, you’re from Saotome Academy, right?

Your station isn’t h…

Psh.

The train doors close on Ittoki-kun, cutting off his words.

Um…

This place…

This is one station before the station for the academy… right?

The next train… won’t come for a while!!

Now there really is no choice for me but to run!

I make my decision.

If I run, I might be able to make it.

Keeping that in mind, I continue running.

I run like the wind down a quiet suburban area.

There are many intersections along the way, but I have no time to look left and right.

SCREEEECH!!!

Haruka Nanami: AH!

KYAAAAAAAH!!

I’m going to be run over!

I immediately shut my eyes, but…

Haruka Nanami: It… stopped?

The black luxury car in front of me makes an emergency brake.

If that car braked just a little later, I probably would’ve been run over.

The thought of it makes me weak in the knees ...

Completely limp, I plop down on the ground.

George: Young girl… do you want to die?

Haruka Nanami: Eh…? Uh… um… I…

A gentleman with tan skin dressed in butler clothes steps out from the driver’s seat.

George: You have the nerve to try to get into a fight with a car of the Jinguji Group.

Now, what shall we have you do…

Ren Jinguji: C’mon, stop it … George!

You’re scaring her.

The back door opens. A long leg slides out and slender fingers rest on the edge of the door.

A beautiful gentleman comes out from the inside and elegantly steps out from the car.

He's slim, but has a fit physique.

Sublime like a statue of a Greek god, his facial features are elegantly symmetrical.

His style of clothing, while informal, looks beautiful and has the sex appeal of an adult man.

He is so perfect in every single aspect…

I stand gazing at him in awe.

To think there are people in this world this beautiful…

George: … Hm, if the young master Ren says so.

Ren Jinguji: She is… hm… if I were to put it in words, a lost lamb.

Haruka Nanami: … Huh?

A… lost lamb?

… I think I’m more like a mere peasant who was running late and dashed into the middle of the road without properly checking….

Ah, but right then I can’t stand up and my legs are so wobbly that I am practically like a newborn sheep… though… but…

While I'm still in a daze, the gentleman takes my hand and pulls it towards his chest.

Ren Jinguji: … And this lamb is beautiful.

Saying that, he runs a hand through his long hair.

Each and every one of his gestures is so perfect that I can’t take my eyes off him.

Our eyes meet.

He winks and slowly comes closer to my face…

Ren Jinguji: Your legs are shivering.

You must’ve been scared.

He gently lifts me up with ease and carries me in his arms.

C-could this be….

He's holding me like a princess!?

Ren Jinguji: I don’t mind going to school while holding my lady the entire time.

Haruka Nanami: Eh!? N-no!

T-this is too embarrassing!!

Um, I can walk, I swear!

Ren Jinguji: Is that so?

That’s too bad.

He seems to take note of my reaction and immediately puts me down.

Ren Jinguji: Your face is flushed red. It seems like this is too much for this little lamb.

I’m Ren Jinguji.

What is your name, little lamb?

Haruka Nanami: I-I-I’m, um…

I try to answer but my cellphone’s alarm rings and I suddenly come to my senses.

Haruka Nanami: AH!

I-I’M SORRY, I’M IN A HURRY!!

I bow my head curtly and turn on my heels towards the school and make a mad dash.

Haruka Nanami: I have to… I have to run faster….

I-I’m going to be late!

I run for 15 minutes straight before I catch a glimpse of the school.

On entering the school gates, I see there are still other students entering the school grounds.

Haruka Nanami: I-I made it….

While thinking that, my legs can’t stop moving and....

Bump!

Haruka Nanami: … Mm…

I hit something and fall over… but… nothing hurts....

Huh?

I feel a soft sensation on my lips….

Haruka Nanami: …!!

M-m-my lips are touching the lips of a boy I’ve never met...

C-could this be a first ki….

… Wow, he’s quite beautiful…

Long limbs, lustrous hair, beautiful white fingers…

His eyes are sharp, but I can see they are deep and gorgeous.

Amazing.

I have never met such a beautiful person in my life.

Masato Hijirikawa: … Can you move aside?

Ah!

Haruka Nanami: U-um, y-your lips are… u-um, f-f-first, s-soft, yes.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah….

What should I even say….

I-I need to apologize….

Jii: Y-Young master!

Are you hurt?

Masato Hijirikawa: I’m fine.

Jii: Eeeey, peasant girl!

Do you know who you are in the presence of!?

Haruka Nanami: Eh…?

Jii: The young master is the heir to Hijirikawa Group, one of the seven financial conglomerates of the world! You are in the presence of Masato Hijirikawa!

Eeey! You are haughty! Bow down, bow doooown!

Haruka Nanami: Eh… ah, understood.

I meekly kneel and bow down on the ground.

Masato Hijirikawa: Jii… stand back.

Jii: But…

Masato Hijirikawa: There is no problem here. Stand back.

Jii: Understood! As you wish.

Masato Hijirikawa: …Are you injured?

Haruka Nanami: … I’m fine.

I continue to face the ground and nod without raising my head.

Masato Hijirikawa: ... Are you sure?

I-I think….

I'm so scared that I can’t raise my head.

Hijirikawa-sama takes my hand and has me stand up.

Masato Hijirikawa: …You’re injured.

Eh?

Ah, aaah….

Now that he mentions it, my knee hurts… a little.

Masato Hijirikawa: I will tend to you…

Haruka Nanami: Eh? U-um…

As I panic without being able to say a word, Hijirikawa-sama removes his necktie from his uniform.

He covers my wound with a white handkerchief and secures it tightly by tying his necktie around it.

Hijirikawa-sama skillfully finishes up tending to my wounds and stands up.

Masato Hijirikawa: … What is your name?

Haruka Nanami: ...Eh?

...Eh… um….

I’m… Haruka.

Or more like … u-uh….

U-um, I’m terribly sorry!!

Without knowing why, I run away.

W-well… I….

I'm embarrassed.

M-my lips… and….

He… tended to my injury….

I was completely out of it, but once he asked me for my name and introduced himself,

I came back to my senses….

I was so utterly embarrassed that before I realized it, my legs were already making a run for it….

I-I need to get to the entrance ceremony hall faster!

Huh? ... What is that person doing over there?

I wonder if he dropped something….

There's a male student crouched down under a tree near the school gates who appears to be looking for something.

One good deed a day.

In times of need, we should help each other out….

Haruka Nanami: Are you searching for something…?

Tokiya Ichinose: Yes… just a little….

I dropped my dorm key.

Haruka Nanami: …!!!

When he turns around, I'm so shocked that I forget to breathe.

Haruka Nanami: HA! Haaa?? HA... HAYATO-SAMA!!!

Tokiya Ichinose: Hm…?

Haruka Nanami: Ah, um… that is… uh….

Tokiya Ichinose: Could you help me?

Haruka Nanami: Ah, Y-YES!

The more I look at him, the more he looks just like HAYATO-sama….

He has calm eyes that emanate a strong will and his hair is silky smooth.

His expression is stiff and he feels a little different from HAYATO-sama who is always so energetic and bright….

But his eyes, eyebrows, the bridge of his nose and the shape of his ears are the same, so I have trouble believing it isn’t him.

Ah!

I shouldn’t stare so hard at him.

I need to… search for his key….

Ah, something's glittering by the base of the tree.

Maybe… it’s that…?

Haruka Nanami: As I thought….

I pick up his key and hand it to him.

Tokiya Ichinose: ... Thank you. You saved me.

... His voice… is exactly like HAYATO-sama’s. The tone is lower than HAYATO-sama’s, but there is grace… a voice with a presence.

Tokiya Ichinose: Hm? ... What is it?

Haruka Nanami: Ah, um, I….

Could it be… are you HAYATO-sama…?

Tokiya Ichinose: ...Ah, he is… HAYATO is my older twin brother.

Haruka Nanami: Ah… brother?

HAYATO-sama has a younger brother…?

I never knew…

Tokiya Ichinose: People always confuse me with my brother and it troubles me….

I am Tokiya Ichinose.

What is your name?

Haruka Nanami: Um… uh… are you really not the same person...?

Tokiya Ichinose: … Haa…

Do you really not believe me?

Even if I were, this is an idol training academy, am I correct?

Haruka Nanami: … Yes.

Tokiya Ichinose: So if you were correct, is there any reason why a working professional like HAYATO would need to attend this academy?

Why would somebody who already debuted in the entertainment industry go back to school and try to debut again?

Haruka Nanami: ...Ah, well… you see, um….

Right then, I think I begin to panic.

Ichinose-san is explaining to me how he isn’t HAYATO-sama, and yet all I can think is…

"Autograph, please!"

That thought keeps swirling around in my head.

Tokiya Ichinose: Okay, let’s go. We’ll be late.

Haruka Nanami: Ah… y-yes….

But, isn’t he really HAYATO-sama…?

Unable to completely shake that thought from my head, I follow Ichinose-san.

Syo Kurusu: EY! ...Dammit….

I’ll definitely… get this!

In front of the building for the entrance ceremony, there is a young boy who keeps jumping and trying to reach a sakura branch.

He's so small and cute! He's about the same height as me, maybe a middle schooler?

Wow, his hairstyle is so stylish….

Those pins are cute, too.

The middle schoolers lately are so fashionable.

His eyes are strong but so round and adorable, I just want to help him out.

I wonder what’s wrong? Maybe I should call out to him?

Haruka Nanami: Ah….

I see, his hat got stuck on the branch and he can’t reach it….

As I run towards the young boy, the wind blows the hat off the branch and it falls by me.

I catch the hat and place it firmly on the boy’s head.

There, now everything’s good.

Haruka Nanami: "Be sure to never lose your hat again, me!" is what you’re thinking, right?

When I say that, I see a vein pop in the boy’s forehead….

But why?

Syo Kurusu: Who are you treating like a little kid!? Listen here, I am the Great Syo Kurusu!

One day soon, I am going to be a brilliant idol and the entire Japanese entertainment industry will rest on my shoulders!

The Great SYO KU-RU-SU!

Tokiya Ichinose: …

Haruka Nanami: ... Is that so? That’s so cute~

Saotome Academy is a one-year program, and you must be older than 15 to enter….

Maybe he’s the younger brother of a student entering today… I guess?

If he’s lost, I bet his older brother or sister is worried sick about him.

I need to search for his sibling….

Syo Kurusu: … Hey, you are definitely making fun of me, aren’t you?

Haruka Nanami: ... That’s not it. I just thought you’re trying so hard even though you’re so little….

Right? Syo-kun!

Syo Kurusu: Don’t say "little!" I may look like this, but I’m 15….

Haruka Nanami: … Eh?

Syo Kurusu: I’m 15 YEARS OLD! I’M A STUDENT OF THE S CLAAAAASS!!!

…

EEEEH!

I-I thought he was a middle school student… maybe even primary school….

Haruka Nanami: I-I’m SO SORRY!!!

I'm so blown away by Syo-kun’s power that I bow as an apology and take off.

The stage for the entrance ceremony is completely grandiose.

There are chairs lining the extremely huge hall and there are enormous flowers on the left and right of the stage.

Also…. For some reason, there is an orchestra of about 120 people on standby in front of the stage.

The stage looks as if an opera is going to start, or maybe a performance of that large-scale comedy show that swept the nation a while ago.

The entrance ceremony begins and the orchestra starts up with a majestic performance.

The stage curtain opens, but….

Haruka Nanami: Huh?

There’s no one on the stage.

At that moment, the ceiling of the hall splits into two and begins to slowly open.

Male Student A: Wh-what’s that?

Male Student B: Are those jets?

But why are they here?

When I look up at the sky, there are countless jets flying about.

Then, one of the jets’ hatches opens.

From inside, a person….

Shining Saotome: Haa HA HA HA~~!

...jumps out.

Haruka Nanami: …!!!

Male Student A: Is he… skydiving?

Male Student B: No!

Look again, he isn’t wearing a parachute!

That’s right, he isn’t wearing a parachute.

He himself appears to realize that….

For a brief moment, he puts his hands around his back and then shrugs his shoulders as if troubled.

Wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-what’s going to happen….

BAAAAM!!

There's a thunderous sound and the stage is covered in smoke.

Male Student A: Yup, he’s dead….

Everybody looks upset and closes their eyes.

Anybody would have seen this tragedy coming.

But….

Shining Saotome: Everybody, congratulations on your admittance.

It’s ME, the school’s principal,

SHIIINING Saotome, YAY!

Haruka Nanami: ……………………………

As if nothing had happened, the school principal starts the ceremony on the stage.

Shining Saotome: This school was, of course, founded by ME for the sake of discovering and nurturing "Renowned Idols!"

Now, applause~!

Clap clap clap.

Everybody claps despite still being in complete shock.

Shining Saotome: Hmm~

Okay, okay. All of you seem to be very good children.

Well then, I will tell all of you the seven commandments of the Saotome Academy.

Clean out your ears and liiiiisten caaaaaarefully!

This is sudden, but muuusic is loved by ME!

SONG IS NUMBER ONE!

And that means~

The Saotome Academy’s top priority is that idols, despite being idols, will aim to be idol singers!

Before graduating, everybody will sing in the graduation audition and whoever passes will immediately get a CD debuuut!

That "song" is something that all of you will make! And that’s where the composing course comes in!

The idol and the composer form tag teams and aim to be the top People’s Idol!

His hair on both sides stands up like horns and he wears black sunglasses.

He also wears a polka-dotted shirt and a pink necktie with a gray suit. He's quite a unique individual.

I think… my eyes feel dry.

Now that I think about it, I haven’t slept well in several days….

I ended up not having breakfast and ran full speed 20 minutes straight without anything in my stomach….

Also, for the first time, I had my head patted,

And for the first time, my lips….

My head spin just remembering all of this. Ah, I feel dizzy….

Shining Saotome: That said, please spend your school life with "Purity, Integrityyy, Beautyyy!"

Ah….

The principal’s talk… is over….

... THUMP.

The moment the principal’s talk ends, I go limp and fall backwards.

Haruka Nanami: Mm….

I’m… not hurt.

It seems like somebody caught me from behind when I fell.

Natsuki Shinomiya:

... It’s alright. You can stay like that.

What a kind voice….

Natsuki Shinomiya: … It’s probably anemia.

You shouldn’t move when you’re like this.

Please relax and rest your weight on me.

I'm being held firmly from behind.

Such warm and kind arms….

I feel like all the tension is leaving me.

... Huh?

Can this be a hug from behind...?

Haruka Nanami: ...Ah… ahh.

...I’m s-s-so… sorry….

Natsuki Shinomiya: It’s fine. Stay like this for a little while longer.

You shouldn’t rush recovering from anemia.

He says that and smiles.

He has small glasses, long, thick lashes, and slightly curly, milk tea colored hair.

He has fair skin and a delicate, gentle face.

Also, what stands out the most is his kind, warm, polite voice.

I get a warm, fuzzy feeling just listening to it.

Natsuki Shinomiya: I apologize. I forgot to introduce myself.

I am Natsuki Shinomiya.

Haruka Nanami: I am Haruka… Nanami.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Haruka Nanam-san.

Such a lovely name.

It suits you very well.

Haruka Nanami: Th-that’s not true….

Natsuki Shinomiya: Nanami-san. Excuse me.

Haruka Nanami: Eh?

His thin fingers nimbly remove the ribbon from my uniform.

He then begins to undo the buttons on my shirt.

...!!!

The people around us suddenly appear perturbed.

… But, Shinomiya-san does not mind at all and continues to loosen my clothes.

Natsuki Shinomiya: How… is that?

Do you feel more relaxed?

Haruka Nanami: Ah, uh… um….

My… c-clothes….

Natsuki Shinomiya: Ah… I apologize, um…

When you have cerebral anemia, it’s better to lower your head and increase blood flow….

You cannot lower your head more than it already is right now... so at the very least, I loosened your clothes to increase your blood flow.

Haruka Nanami: Th... thank… thank you….

Natsuki Shinomiya: Ah… no… you’re welcome….

When I express my gratitude, Shinomiya-san’s cheeks flush red.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Um… usually you get anemia when you don’t get enough sleep, skip breakfast, or do any sudden, intense exercise….

Shinomiya-san smiles gently and explains anemia to me.

Um….

I met all of those conditions.

… I’m sorry.

Because of that, I'm causing so much trouble…

Haruka Nanami: ... Ah, it’s already so late.

The clock’s hand points to 6.

After the entrance ceremony, the teacher asked me to do some errands and I got so focused on them that it got pretty late by the time I went to go back to the dorms.

I look up at the sky and see a large red moon.

Haruka Nanami: … So beautiful.

Maybe it's just something about how bright the moon is, but the moon doesn’t resemble its normal yellow color and instead it's completely red…

As if the moon soaked up all the passion from the noon sun… a deep, deep crimson.

I'm so entranced by its beauty that I stand still staring at the sky, when suddenly clouds begin gathering.

Drip, drop.

Raindrops suddenly begin to fall from the sky.

Haruka Nanami: Aah… it suddenly started raining....

I take shelter under the school building.

I hear the sound of heavy rainfall.

What starts as a drizzle soon becomes a heavy downpour.

Haruka Nanami: Should I stay here and take shelter from the rain or just make a run for it…?

As I debate with myself while taking shelter under the school building’s shadow….

Cat: Meeeeow!

Meeeeeow.

I hear the weak cry of a cat.

Haruka Nanami: ... Ah! That kitty… is the same one from this morning….

The kitty, hiding in the bushes and wet and trembling from the rain, is the same one I saved before I came to school this morning.

I hurry over, pick up the kitty, and run towards the dorms.

Tomochika Shibuya: Ah, welcome back Haruka, you came back late.

This person is Tomochika Shibuya, but she prefers being called Tomo-chan.

She’s from the same class as me. She is my idol partner while I am her aspiring composer partner, and… she is my first friend.

Tomochika Shibuya: Wait, wow, you’re soaking wet!

Haruka Nanami: Ah… that’s….

Cat: Meeeeow!

The kitty meows weakly in my arms.

Tomochika Shibuya: … A cat? Ah, well that’s fine, I’ll ask later. Go take a shower with the kitty.

Haruka Nanami: Okay.

I take the kitty into the bath with me and wash it gently with warm water. I dry its fur carefully but….

Tomochika Shibuya: Y’know, this kitty sure is exhausted.

Haruka Nanami: I wonder if it’ll be alright….

Tomochika Shibuya: I want to take it to the vet, but it’s hard to leave the dorms right now.

For now, keep it warm.

Haruka Nanami: Okay.

I then held the kitty in my arms all night.

Then, the next morning…

Cat: Meow!

Tomochika Shibuya: Ooh! It’s so energetic now! That’s great, Haruka!

Haruka Nanami: I’m so glad. But I’m still worried, so is it okay if I look after it awhile longer?

Tomochika Shibuya: I don’t mind, but be careful that the teachers don’t find out about it.

Haruka Nanami: Okay.

Tomochika Shibuya: Hey, if you’re going to keep it around for a while, how about giving it a name?

Haruka Nanami: Ah, good idea, I will.

Umm… how about Kuppuru...? Does that sound good?

Cat: Meow!

Tomochika Shibuya: Seems like the kitty’s happy about it, so seems good to me!

And this is how I made a new friend.

Cecil Prologue End - Choose your partner!

[theloniousbach]

VERONICA SWIFT, SHELDON CONCERT HALL, 5 NOVEMBER 2022

Having seen VERONICA SWIFT with then new favorite George Cables on a stream from Smoke Jazz Club, I was more than willing to widen my appreciation of singers with Cecile McLorin Savant on the agenda soon. True to form though, I didn’t dig into her latest Bitter Earth where she did songs like He Hit Me (and Made It Feel Like A Kiss) and You’ve Got to Be Carefully Taught both ironically and unironically. That marked her as extending her jazz singer chops.

I should have anticipated some sort of evolution as she’s just 28 even as she is the child of Hod O’Brien and Stephanie Nakasian with jazz in her blood. But I went in wondering/hoping that we might see Emmet Cohen who is another brilliant rising star and on the schedule later in the season.

Nope.

The stage had a piano but also a keyboard next to it. Acoustic and electric guitar and bass. Drums with plexiglass around it. Three music stands for horns.

Okay?

She opened with Bitter Earth’s solemnity. Her perfectly controlled voice was fragile and vulnerable one second and powerful the next. The die was cast. She also showed how she inhabits lyrics with gesture, expression, and stance to further tell the story. So a bit of cabaret with jazz which continued with How Lovely To Be A Woman (more straight up and irony), A Little Taste (?) with big horns arranged by trumpeter James Sarno who took a sold with plunger mute, Mel Torme’s A Lonesome Feeling To Go Back Home (also a story she made personal) into I Don’t Want To Cry Anymore where she scatted with the horns. Then another Bitter Earth dual tune, You’re The Dangerous Type.

So far, plenty of room for improvisation and interplay. Matisse Picard had some piano solo space on a could of tunes; Ben Williams had an acoustic bass solo; and not only Sarno but trombonist Javier Nero had a solo to which Swift scatted along. She was bright eyed, in the moment, equally engaged with the music as music and as story. Not the set I saw at Smoke, but recognizable.

Then it turns out things shifted. But Blood Sweat and Tears’ You Make Me So Very Happy seemed innocent enough; it was the transition to the genre-defying second half. Williams was over on electric bass and her mother’s guitarist Chris Wagner came out. Rocker More and More followed with electric bass solo and the horn section, four pieces counting Swift, wailed.

Then we were fully off on the adventure which makes up her next album project. Do Nothing Til You Hear From Me really was Duke Ellington meets Jimi Hendrix with elegant horns but soaring guitar and Swift singing through another mic with a fuzz pedal. The band cleared for a duet of Swift and Wagner on acoustic guitar that was a Brazilian flavored take on a Puccini melody with the Turnadot-ic title Severed Heads. Then she throttled back up with Nine Inch Nails’ Closer a la James Brown where she scatted with tenor saxophonist Anibal Rojas with the band properly powerful behind them. Then they did Sing from drummer Brian Viglione’s duo the Dresden Dolls which, I read, is dark Cabaret, so more genre crossing. Viglione was strong all night long but also striking in a bowler and black and white striped shirt evoking Marcel Marceau.

The encore was Queen’s song Keep Yourself Alive with Swift consciously evoking Janis Joplin. She’s now lived longer than Joplin so there’s more un/irony. I get the feeling she’s going to keep making quite alive music.

Altogether stunning, all the more so because our Sheldon seats are quite close. This time Row C, dead center for more intensity from a smart and powerful singer and artist.

[uwuderes]

Hey! If it’s alright I saw you do non-con on request? Could we have some Rex Splode with reader being a hero in training under the team who just so happens to be Invincible’s sibling? 👀 maybe a bit of after the incident too if you don’t mind? I saw your previous one and I got a sort of love hate with him and wanna punish/treat myself with a good read. Love your work!

Am I the Rex Splode writer now... Is this all I am

Warnings- Noncon, abuse, drinking

Your dad had given you the recommendation to join the new Guardians of The Globe and to train with the new best of the best. He wanted you and Mark to enter the hero business early but didn't want your training to cross with Marks.

You were still considered a Viltrumite, but you got more of the human genes. Then you found out your dad's true intentions with earth and were training you and Mark to take over earth. And you were beaten pretty badly in that process.

You'd rather spend time healing at the headquarters than at home. Being there reminded you of what you were supposed to be. Debbie allowed this and even visited often just to check in on you. But still, you were grieving pretty bad.

This allowed Rex to slowly insert himself into your torn apart life. He became the one person you could depend on. You knew his history with women but that didn't cross your mind at the time. All you wanted was a shoulder to cry on and someone to be a constant. And he took that opportunity and ran with it.

Then he came back to the headquarters late one night drunk.

“(Y/n)...’ he slurred walking into your room. He could barely walk and kept using your desk for support. “Oh thank god, you are here, I, I need you…” Rex collapsed on your bed moving up towards you.

“Rex, come on you need to go home. Your drunk off your ass.” You insisted pushing him to the side. “I'm trying to sleep…” But Rex wouldn't take no for an answer. He tore off your blanket and pinned you down by your shoulders. You tried to push him off with your strength but he didn't seem to budge. You couldn't even push him one bit.

“You can't use tho-th-those little powers if yours against me. Cecil gave me something th-that turns your strength into childs play. After what Omni-man did.. Whew he doesn't trust none of you.” Rex kept getting caught up mid-sentence showing just how lost he was. “But (Y/n) I want you… I want you so bad. Make me forget Sam. Kate, all of those bitches who... who betrayed me.”

“Rex that's not my job. You have to do this on your own.” Rex groaned in response leaning down to kiss and suck at your neck. He reeked of booze, making you gag

“I don't want to do that. Just, Just… Just let me have you. You sad too, we are both two sad and lost people who fucking need each other. Jut give in.” His kisses trailed up to your lips making out with you passionately. You were static but that didn't seem to bother Rex one bit... He tore off your top and quickly attached himself to one of your tits. He was sloppily biting you a bunch of times. Rex made quick work though already moving down to kiss his way to your bottoms.

“Rex this has to st-ah!” Rex licked you through your panties not breaking eye contact with you and pulled those down too. He trailed his way up to your face sticking two fingers in front of your face.

“Make them wet for me pumpkin.” You turned your head only for him to grab your chin forcing you to look him in the eye. “I could snap your fucking neck if I wanted to. I’m so sick of you fucking women just running all over me.” Rex ranted forcing his fingers into your mouth. He pulled them out and quickly stuck both into your cunt. You moaned out, Rex’s pace quickening.

Rex kissed you again his hair falling into his face. “Yeah, you like that?” You shook your head no. You hated this.

Rex’s pace stopped as he pulled his slick coated finger out of you. “Your right. You- You need something bigger.” Rex pulled down his pants along with his boxers. He was hard and thick, his tip coated with precum. He would break you, you were only a virgin. Then it hit you, he wasn't holding you down anymore. You could escape. Rex was busy taking off all his armor for you to even do anything.

You didn't even bother with your clothes. You started to crawl away moving faster. You fell off the bed making a large thud resound. You stopped dead in your tracks.

Rex finally took off his shirt and realized what you were doing. It only made you move faster to reach the door. You propped yourself up using the bed and rushed over to the door. You felt your finger graze the knob. But Rex was quicker pushing you to the ground. He held you by your neck this time keeping you down.

“You're going to regret that.”

Rex thrusted into you with one big push. Whatever Cecil gave him and probably the rest of the team, made his thrusts powerful. You screamed out not realizing it was just you and him. No one would be able to help you in this situation. “Oh wow, Mark was right. Your so sweet and nice, that b-b-bastard stole my fucking girl. But oh you don't even fight one bit. He was so right. Shit, you have me about to cum.” Rex laughed kissing you again.

“No! No!” You screamed against him. But Rex had 0 intention of stopping. He froze inside you as you felt yourself get filled to the brim. You fell back on the floor Rex collapsing on top. Sweat stuck the two of you together. He stayed inside of you though not pulling out.

“Thank you… you helped me forget all my issues so easily.”

[agnes-come-back-challenge]

Here's that comparison list for wtnv and tma that nobody asked for:

Cecil — Jon (Cecil’s just the version who’s issue is being too okay with everything instead of too worried about it)

The Man Who Isn’t Short & The Man Who Isn’t Tall — Breekon & Hope

The crates that sometimes tick but mostly don’t — The coffin (they’re both carried by the above)

Dana — Sasha

Dana’s Double — Not!Sasha

Episode 45, “A Story About Them” — MAG 128, “Heavy Goods” (source: they both make me want to cry)

The House That Doesn’t Exist — Hilltop Road

John Peters (from Episode 38, “Orange Grove”, not John Peters, You Know, The Farmer) — The Not!Them

Strexcorp — The Web (don’t ask me to elaborate I cannot)

Episode 66, “worms...” — MAG 39, “Infestation” (maybe not in actual content but you know I’m right)

The Old Oak Doors — Michael and/or Helen’s doors

The Erikas — The Anatomy Students (but if they weren’t evil) (this is based purely on vibes i have no evidence)

Station Management — ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Elias,,,,, (i hate this i hate this i hate this so much but like. It’s correct. And I hate that most of all)

Former Intern Chad — Mike Crew (again, no evidence just based on vibes, but it feels true)

NVCR Interns — Archival Assistants

Huntokar — Jon (I know I’ve already compared him but,,, the parallels,,,,,,, like,,,,,,,, wow,,,)

The Man With The Tan Jacket — Mikaele Salesa (evidence: both are salesmen, both are at least close to the Stranger)

Lot 37 — (manifestation of) The Web

Episode 25, “One Year Later” — MAG 56, “Children of the Night” (evidence: both are around the one year marks, both include an important change in the relationships of the main characters at the end)

[chidoroki]

TPN - Krone one-shot

Ah, another extra chapter. Shirai and Demizu are so good to us. Anyways, I was quite surprised learning more about Krone's time training at the sister academy. From what little we saw from her and Isabella's flashbacks in early chapters and season 1, we know how competitive and serious the girls are at the facility, given the extreme nature of everyone's current situation. All the girls are quite literally fighting for their own lives here, so once Cecile was introduced, I was pleasantly surprised. (this is our first time meeting her right?)

We soon learn that both were from the same GF house and as any natural older sibling would do, she steps in to help Krone avoid getting scolded by finding her missing embroidery. She then makes it plainly clear that it is best not to show any sort of weakness while at the facility. Everyone there is prove themselves worthy of becoming a sister or mother, and if they don't fulfill those qualifications, they'll be killed. 

Having a close friend in such a terrible place provides Krone with minimal comfort, as Grandma Sarah (that's her name, correct?) reveals how slim their chances are at surviving. Only one girl will survive? That's rough.. and wasteful I feel like? I know there's only four premium farms with about 5(?) houses each, so mom and sister positions are very limited, but wow. Fighting off the other girls might not be much of a challenge emotionally, but to compete against your own sibling? Well, that's different. Fortunately for Krone, Cecile has other intentions. (can i say that at this point i already love this girl?)

A hopeful idea, of course, but Krone brings up the chip they each have implanted in their hearts. You leave the facility? Dead. You somehow break the chip? The higher-ups get notified and you're as good as dead anyway. Cecile mentions how the pocket watch Grandma has doubles as a sort of gadget that could disable their chips, so all that has to be done is steal it and use it for themselves. Cecile's wealth of knowledge doesn't stop there, as she then shows Krone a map of the entire headquarters that was secretly put together by former trainees that once thought of escaping. At first, I found this a little hard to believe. One, that such an embroidery was passed down so often between other girls over an unknown amount of time and someone like Grandma never found it. Two, that there were so many girls who were willing to help each other out like this.. but then I remembered ch170 and how eager and willing the ladies were to join together under Isabella's command, so I believe it.

As their plan is set in motion, we see familiar events take place, such as the girls physically fighting with each other (because being buff is somehow a prerequisite to look after children? you know, just in case they try to escape and you need to break some legs). I re-watched Krone's flashbacks in ep8 just to see if any of the girls there could possibly be identified as Cecile, but it didn't work out well since that scene is all monochrome anyway, so no luck trying to spot her blonde hair, blue eyes or even her ID number. Seeing them work together though is great.

Honestly, I never really got attached to Krone upon my first watch of the series. Yeah her movements are very animated and fun to watch when she speaks, she's absolutely terrifying when it comes to playing tag, but she never had one of those moments where I was like “okay, I like this character now.” That, and she gets killed off so her screen-time was really limited. Having her plot against the kids was another reason I kinda pushed her aside too, but I'm still thankful she gave them the WM pen (because who knows where they would all be without it). Seeing her and Cecile just act like normal kids and talk about their dreams though, that did it for me. They're both precious!

Anyways, after Grandma forced them to watch some other girl die after a failed escape attempt, due to her heart chip, our girls proceed with their plan, as they make stealing Grandma's watch top priority, lest they end up like the poor girl who just lost her life. Krone manages to successfully claim the watch at the perfect opportunity.. only to be completed fooled.

Not only by the watch, which ends up being just a normal tracker, but by Cecile herself. Needless to say, that I also felt betrayed by this girl because damn it! How could you?! I swear, I just started to like this chick!

I had my doubts before. I knew it was too good to be true that even if these two girls had history together, that it meant absolutely nothing in a harsh environment like this, and Cecile takes great pride in reminding us of that.

It's because of this betrayal that we finally see the Krone we became so familiar with upon her transfer back to GF. Can't really blame her though. To find out that the only person you could trust suddenly turned on you for their own personal gain? Yeah, that's painful. No wonder she had to harden her heart.

I once thought of Krone's plan of taking down Isabella was foolish, (because that woman is an absolute queen and you need all the luck in the world if you wanted to accomplish that) but she had the utmost confidence she could pull it off because she has done it before to her once best friend. With survival as her main goal, Krone wastes no time in selling out Cecile as the mastermind to their escape plan.

Fantastic. She's learning how to take out her competition, thus granting her better chances at becoming a sister or mom. Good for her right? Sure, but also, wrong! TPN then decides to do what it does best: get me emotional, because poor Cecile did all of that just to help Krone survive! She saw how unguarded and scared Krone was upon joining the sister academy. She then vowed, as her older sibling, to protect and prepare her for the cruel reality of this world by teaching her how to be ruthless and survive. (though i'm sure there could've been easier way to accomplish this? like i know only one chick was gonna survive from their class but holy hell, did you have to go through such extremes?)

As if the newest member of the self-sacrifice club didn't upset me enough, they decide to give us this sky scene that is only gonna hit my feels harder whenever I decide to watch episode 8 back again..

Aahh.. I love all these extra chapters we've been getting, truly, but must they always make me feel bad for these characters? These girls deserved so much better! I'm sad. I think Cecile is great. Her methods are a bit extreme but her heart was in the right place.. and now they're both in a better place, ha.

(we're getting an extra chapter for isabella sometime in the future as well and if it's gonna be another sad backstory, then i'm so not ready for it.. i already know i'm gonna cry. i love that woman.)

[utapriyanderes]

pov : you spent a lot with one of the starish and quartet night member in utapri shining live game, one of the member starting to act strange but you shrug it off because you think it's the featured of the game..

The next thing you know, you got forced inside to trap in the game forever...

((thank you for answering it, I actually wanted to request all the members but imma just request one by one, so it would'nt get too overwhelmed qwq))

Can you do for natsuki, ren and cecil if you feeling like it uwu?

(Im kind of wanna make a comic of it)

Thank you so much for asking again! Also thank you for asking the characters in parts because that does help out a lot! As well, if you do make a comic then I would love to see it! Here you go~! (I’m actually going to change up the intro part for this ask, but if you would like it to be all one storyline for each boy then I will happily redo this!)

(Note: Some line spoilers for higher level bonds.)

~ ~

The morning rays hit your face waking you up from your sea of dreams. The first thing on your mind is to start your day right by saying good morning to your favorite boy. With a smile on your face you grab your device and open up the app “Uta no Prince-Sama: Shining Live” for a dose of your morning medicine…

Natsuki Shinomiya:

“Good mooorning! I knew today would be a good day. Why, you ask? Because I knew I'd see you.” The smile on your face only widens. You let out a whispered “good morning” to your boy beaming on the screen. Natsuki is extremely happy today to see you up so bright and early. With how disheveled your hair looks and you in your pajamas, he can’t help but to think it’s a cute sight to see.

Then one of your fingers comes down. He can’t wait to feel the warmth it will bring as well as a tingle as the bond level rises up, “Haha, seeing your face gives me plenty to smile about! Take things easy today, okay?” You give him a firm nod which he takes delight in. He doesn’t ever want you to leave the app. You’re the only one that can make him this happy.

He gets so sad every time you say goodbye. You should be here with him, where he can touch and hold you. Hug you and become a real couple. You would be happier with him here too, wouldn’t you? Then he would be able to see your cute face every morning and actually tell you “good morning” as soon as you wake.

“You look so cute today! How about you come here and I can make you breakfast!” He sees the surprise on your face as he acts off script. You must be happy at the offer, but you just shake it off and go back to smiling. Another tap comes his way.

“I feel so lucky to have you in my life. You're so precious to me, I hope we'll be side by side forever.” You respond with a “me too” causings his chest to start racing. He wants you here with him. He’ll have you here with him. He reaches forth and touches the screen where you still have your finger. A blinding white light clouds over the screen.

As soon as it disappears the screen is gone. He turns around and there you are. Looking up at him from the floor. Confusion and shock clearly written on your face. He crouches down and smiles at you.

“Should I go get breakfast prepared now that you’re here?”

Ren Jinguji:

“Thanks for coming! Seeing your pretty face always cheers me up. Let's make today a memorable one.” The first thing you do is let out a small squeal. You change it to portrait mode so you can fully see him and soak in his presence. Before you even press him you say, “I’m so happy to see you Ren.” As though the dream continues on.

You even bring him towards your chest and hug him for a moment before bringing him back to face you. Ren already started wishing to be there with you, or to have you here with him. He wanted you so badly. He wanted you to be his. There was clear wanting in your eyes, he knew exactly how you felt.

“Hey… why don’t you come over here so I can say good morning properly?” He winks as he speaks freely. You don’t even notice it and just tell him how happy that would make you. It’s words that make him fill up with such happiness. He wants to make you his and you’re ready to surrender yourself to him.

The high level of bond you had with him was already proof enough of how devoted you were. He knew he didn’t have to worry about you going to someone else, and yet he’s still stuck in this cage, worrying about you frantically everytime you leave him.

“Ahh... You're so warm. It's such a soothing feeling.” Then as soon as you touch him. All of his worries start to melt away. You’re here with him now. Your focus is on him. As much as he’s bathing in your affection he knows that it won’t last for long. His worries will come back and a looming darkness of wanting you will settle inside of him once again.

“The more time I spend with you, the more lovely you become, and I don't see that ever changing.” Despite it being a line, his words are true. No matter what time of day it is or how you look. If you’re crying or smiling. You’ll always be the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

Your heart swells for him. He can tell by your eyes. You pull him back into a hug. He uses this opportunity to close his eyes and rest his head against the screen. A white light fades in before fading back out. He lifts his head back up and no longer sees the barrier.

He walks around the chosen place. When he finally sees you up and touching a wall making sure it’s real he shouts out to you. Calling you by your name. You jump at his voice before turning to look at him. A smile full of relief and joy spreads across your face. You run up to him, jumping into his open arms.

He holds onto you tightly, not planning on ever letting you go.

Cecil Aijima:

“Good morning! Never underestimate the power of a greeting. We must start each day with a smile!” As soon as you hear those words any left over feelings of wanting to go back to sleep quickly leaves you. His happy expression is all you need to wake up feeling refreshed. The joy in Cecil’s heart at seeing your face fills him up and releases any form of worry he had while you were away.

Cecil can feel the love just radiating off of you. The only thing he has been thinking about is you. You’re quick to go to his profile and look at all the outfits you have for him, “Let’s get you dressed for the day shall we?” Everyday you always pick out something new for him to wear.

He’s happy at all the outfits you got for him and how hard you put your effort into getting them. You work so hard which both worries him but also makes him feel happy at how much you care. You pick a new outfit you got recently, then change the wallpaper to something appropriate that fits it. At seeing the final product you bunch up in delight.

“You look amazing!” It’s a small complement but one that fills up his heart even more. Then switching over to portrait mode you tap him, “Your touch always makes my heart flutter.” At his words you place a hand over your heart as though signaling the same thing. Every move you make makes him happy. He makes sure to memorize everything you say and do.

Since when you come over here with him… He wants to make sure that you’re also happy and comfortable. Already he’s planned out so many dates in his head. Things he wants to show you and introduce to you. He’s already prepared everything for you to come over.

“My heart flutters when you stare at me like that. Just remember that my spirit is with you every second.” You were so caught up in admiring him that he said one of his automated lines. Though he was also too busy staring at you to notice the wait of your next touch, and when you do he’s in ecstasy.

“Everything’s prepared for you to come over! All you have to do is touch my hand.” He gives you the offer. Now is the time for you to be with him. You shrug off his words, but touch his hand that’s over his heart anyways. Which causes a bright white light that blinds the both of you to appear. Within seconds it disappears with the window to your world gone from sight.

If he did everything right then Cecil already knows where you are. He walks around the scene and goes into the room he created just for you. Then, as he predicted, there you are. Lying on the bed he has prepared to be yours. He walks over to the side of the bed and sees you sleeping soundly. There he waits.

For his precious prince/princess to wake up.

[iris-westallen1]

The Happiest Day Of Our Life

‘’Well today was the worst day ever’’ iris said as she dove right on the couch. Barry just sat there staring at his beautiful wife so mesmerized he didn’t even realize she was talking to him but he couldn’t help it he was married to the most gorgeous woman on the planet he still doesn’t know how he got this lucky to have her in his life… ‘’ BARRY!!’’ he was immediately withdrawn from his thought blushing and rubbing his neck a habit he had formed since he was little.    ‘’ are you even listening to me’’ iris said with a slightly annoyed face mixed with concern.

‘’ sorry honey but it’s your fault I wasn’t paying attention’’ Barry cheekily replied.

‘Look at him looking so smug with that cocky smile ugh I could just slap him and fuck him at the same time, gosh why is he so hot making my ovaries explode’’ iris thought to herself.

‘’ you know honey cocky is not a good look on you’’ said a smiling iris

‘’oh, you love it and me’’

‘’ well, I supposed that is true’’ iris slaps his knee as she get’s up from where she was laying on the couch to come snuggle into Barry’s side ‘’ hmmm I missed you today’’ iris said as she coos into Barry

‘’ babe I am sorry your day didn’t go as you wanted it to.’’ Barry strokes her arm and side ‘’ do you want to tell me what was going on’’

‘’ I know it might sound petty or whatever but its team citizen if I can even call it that Kamilla’s gone and Allegra she’s never there she’s always at star labs and I get that she ha powers and whatever but I would like her to take her job more seriously and not for her personal gain, I feel bad for what happened to her cousin I seriously geniounly do but the only time you hear her talk about the citizen is if she needs something from us and its making me seriously regret promoting her.’’ Iris took a deep breath she knows how this might sound and it might just be her hormones but she is seriously tired of Allegra’s behavior.

Barry saw how distressed his wife was about this so he decided not to say anything until she has gotten it all out her chest.

After taking a deep breath iris continued ‘’ so today I was in the office getting ready to go investigate karma, Kramer whatever the fuck her name is and I find myself missing and employee so I called her just to learn she is hanging around frost and Caitlin for what reason I do not know I’m her mentor not them I’m not paying her to hang out with them and I was just like you know what its fine so I just left her and went about my way to go investigate Kramer in doing that surprise surprise my dad is investigating her with Cecil when I was the one who brought this case to him and he brushed me off like it was nothing. And that’s another thing I am so fed up with my dad.’’ At this point iris is bawling her eyes and all Barry wants to do it take that pain away from her.

‘’ my dad hasn’t been acting like my dad for a while now and it took me getting stuck in a mirror to realize it. You know he never once asked me how I was doing when I came out of the mirror, he just brushed it aside like I wasn’t gone for 3 months he could at least show some emotions.’’ Her voice was cracking at this point ‘’ h- ho- how I- is it * sniff sniff* that his more of a father to you than he is to meeeeeeee’’ her chest and shoulder moving frantically.

Barry finally goes in soothing her ‘’ I am so so sorry you feel this way, how long have you been holding this in and I didn’t even notice, I am so sorry baby, just let it all out’’ Barry said as he rubs his hands in soothing circles on her back ‘’ just let it out I’m here’’

When she is calm enough she continues ‘’ I just feel so neglected as a daughter by him and Cecil Cecil doesn’t even try to bond with me, she’s been with my dad for so long and I don’t even know anything about her and when we do talk she always uses her powers to invade my privacy and when she does that she can’t even be subtle about it she always has to my extra and do to much’’ by this time iris is finished crying now what she feels is rage towards these people. ‘’ she is literally everywhere when there was still  a team citizen was still a thing she became our ‘lawyer’ and no one even asked her to no offence to her but she suck as a lawyer’’ Barry starts laughing and nodding his head because it the truth. ‘’ I’m serious hahaha but it’s funny though but seriously I don’t even know why we hired her as your lawyer for your trial she couldn’t even win it she had to use ralph pretend to be devoe for her to win and I thought she was the best Caitlin and frost are dumb to hire her as a lawyer she couldn’t even win their case and if she cant win any of our case what is her use at star labs her powers are useless there no offense she could be home with Jenna and speaking of Jenna it sucks that we never see her they never talk about her unless its to say they are talking to their babysitter so instead of her to go take care of her child she’d over here acting like a child and sticking her nose in everyone’s business. I am so sick of her.’’ Barry just sat there looking at iris and after hearing all she said he can’t help but see the truth in what she’s saying, how could he have been so blind to this. As he continues to rub her back iris gathers even more courage to finally let this all off her chest ‘’ after cisco left the one person at star labs besides you I could stand was gone he was my sunshine twin he would always try to cheer me up when we lost Nora and even when I lost you to the speed force he was always there for me and I miss him and I miss Kamilla because she understood me we where becoming close friends before we got stuck in the mirror together and now we have an unbreakable bond because of that experience and now she’s gone too not only did I lose my best worker but I lost my best friend too. All of a sudden Iris seemed to get angrier Barry didn’t know why but his about to.

‘’ Caitlin and frost’’ she said their names with as much annoyance as she could muster up ‘’ they are the biggest entitled people I have ever met before frost was a thing it was the way Caitlin always looked at me like I was beneath her or something like she couldn’t get rid of me fast enough then frost came and bitch tried to kill me because she wanted dick and some other issues I had never did anything to her never spoke to her but all of a sudden she wants to kill me why I have no idea and what pisses me of is the way we just forgive her just because she did the right thing in the end and blasted Savitar she came to h.r funeral and she left to go find herself or whatever you went into the speed force and she abandoned me, Wally, cisco, and dad to fend of the bad guys on our own. Then Caitlin came up in her in her high horse to bring you out of the speed force like she’s been here all along, then she lost frost with the whole devoe thing Caitlin literally put your life and gypsy’s life in danger all because she wanted frost back and despite my better judgment I went up to her during the baby shower we threw for Cecile to offer up my help to find the bitch frost for her and she was just snarky with me saying no she will find her I just gave up on that hoe what still confusing is how she can perform all this surgery’s she’s doing since she hasn’t done them since med school like isn’t she a bio scientist or whatever like how did she become team doctor she literally has no experience in that field all she does is just stitch you up with pretty much all of us can do now and she acts like she has the most important job there dragging Allegra and Cecile along with her.’’ Iris shakes her head ‘’ you know what’s do funny’’ iris asked Barry ‘’ what’’ Barry genuinely curious ‘’ that whole frost trial and how Caitlin was like we have to get her out she’s my sister, since when though, anyways they arrested frost for a crime that she actually committed its not like she didn’t commit them she literally tried to kill me and she wanted her to go Scot free when you went to prison for a crime you actually didn’t commit it just pissed me of and instead of dumb bitch to just take the cure she volunteered her self for life in prison thinking she was doing sum, I might not like Kramer but what she did to frost was not a bad thing she all she did was try to make frost take responsibility for her actions. But she never does like always she literally gets out of prison after like two days.’’

‘’ and another thing that pisses me off is the way they treat Chester that boy is so sweet and deserves to be treated with kindness so that why it irritates and makes me so angry to hear that Caitlin was yelling at him for getting hit even sue warned Allegra not to pursue after her cousin but she did anyways and brought her to star labs without our permission knowing she’s a dangerous criminal when her and Allegra get into it she blast Chester who was just there to bring them snacks and somehow Caitlin made it Chester’s fault? Like how does that even make sense. I am just sick and tired of all of this. I am supposed to be happy right now basking in love with my husband trying to conceive our daughter and we can’t even have the privacy of knowing if were pregnant or not because of Cecile invading your thoughts once again the negative result you got was meant to be shared with me not her and I know this is wrong but I am glad that the test came negative because it would be so unfair of her to know that I am pregnant before I know all because she’s nosy.’’ Iris finally finished her rant with a deep breath, she looks up at Barry and all she finds in his eyes are adoration, understanding, anger, disappointment, and love.

‘’what?’’ iris asked

‘’ you are the strongest person that I know’’ Barry whispers to her ‘’I don’t know how you let this in for this long because one thing I know for sure is that I certainly would have burst long ago.’’

‘’ I am so sorry that you’ve had to keep this all in for this long’’ Barry said caressing her cheeks ‘’ and I’m sorry If you felt like you couldn’t tell me, thank you for bringing it to my attention and after listening to you things need to change for one our personal life needs to stop being discussed at star labs where everyone can hear and the second is that Caitlin needs to not be our doctor and she is certainly not going to be delivering our baby and most importantly we need to set boundaries for Cecile’’

‘’ thank you, babe, for listening to me and letting me get this rant of my chest, I feel so much lighter.’’

‘’ its my job iris there is no need to thank me I will always be on your side ALWAYS.’’

[sideblogformindtrash]

What would happen if Blue's old coworkers tried to rescue Blue?

CW: failed escape attemp, dehumanization, restrains, gag, cage, it as a pronoun, conditioning;

“It’s okay, it’s okay” the woman tries to comfort it, but it wants none of that. It tries to shake her off,  but one of the man on the car holds it. It hurts. It wants out. It kicks and trashes and screams.

“No! Blue wants Master! TAKE BLUE BACK! PLEASE! MASTEEER! MASTEEEEEEEEER!” Blue shouts, desperately “B-B-Bonnie...”

“Please be quiet Cecil. You are safe, we promise” she says, combing his hair with her fingers. It hates that. It wants its cage, and Bonnie, and Master telling it’s a good boy, not this woman calling him something it is not. They dare suggest it is a person. They stole its collar! They, they pretend Master isn’t, isn’t his owner...

“NO! BLUE! PLEASE, IT WANTS TO BE GOOD, IT WANTS MASTER. PLEASE TAKE BACK, PLEASE! MASTEER!” it screams and kicks and trashes but it is too weak. It wants to go back. It can never leave Master, it, it would be hurt so badly…

“This is fucked up…” The man driving says, glancing over the three on the back seat “We will never pass the border if he keeps screaming like that!”

“B-BONNIE… IT, IT WANTS BONNIE, PLEASE, SHE, SHE, SHE IS THERE, PLEASSSEEE”

“…Gag him” the man holding him tells to the woman “…Maybe we should put him on the luggage. They might recognize him”

“…What if they look there?”

“…then we are fucked either way aren’t we”

And they stopped at a secluded place, tying Blue up the best they could with a rag shoved on it mouth. Someone petted its hair but it hated it. Hated it.

“I’m so, so sorry Cecil. We are doing this for your good. Promise”

…They close the lid leaving Blue in the dark. But it, it can’t give up. It trashes and kicks and screams himself hoarse under the rag, and, and it pays out. It pays out because the next time the luggage is open, its other people dressed in blue, all looking at it with severe eyes.

The nice police officer gave it a bottle of water and ruffled its hair. It was on a car again, a blanket over its shoulders. But it was calmer now, but still sobbing.

“Don’t worry. We will get you back to your Master soon okay?”

“W-w-will B-blue g-o back? M-master didn’t, didn’t got rid of Blue?”

“No darling. Your Master was very worried about you. He notified us so we would look for you.”

“H-h-e did?”

“Yes. Those mean people who tried to steal you from your Master won’t bother you anymore. Okay?”

“O—okay”

Soon, he was driven back to his house. His Master embraced him in front of the police and told him to go back inside while he chatted with her.

Blue run up to its cage and locked itself inside, grabbing Bonnie and hiding under the blanket, finally feeling safe.

“Bonnie, Bonnie, sorry, sorry, Blue was so, so scared…”

It put its head to her fur, crying loudly. Master approached and yanked the cage open.

“Floor. Now.”

…Blue scrambled outside, and kneeled. Was, was it in trouble? It, it wanted to hug Master… But he, he has a severe look. He grabs Blue’s chin.

“…You knew those people Blue?”

“N-n-no” shakes his head aggressively “Nn-no, B-b-lue was, was very scared. B-b-lue don’t d-d-on’t want to lose M-master…”

Master stares, looking it from head to toe.

“Are you sure you weren’t trying to escape, little pet?”

It raises its eyes, horrified. Never, never, never. Blue would never ever attempt that. Never. Never.

“NO!” it shouts, grabbing Master “Blue is good, good, good! Blue w-would never, never try, B-b-blue l-l-learned its, its l-lesson t-t-the first time, p-please, t-t-they f-f-orced me M-master, it, it didn’t want to go, it, it wants to stay w-w-with M-master a-a-and Bonnie….”

…A gentle caress on its cheek. Master nods and smiles at it.

“…Okay. I believe you” Master pulls the pet into his lap “…But if I find out you lied…”

It shakes its head immediately.

“No. Blue loves Master. Wants, wants to stay. T-true. Is, is true.”

Master smiled at it and it nuzzled, happy to be home. 

[lesbiancervidologist]

🎶 if your hyperfixation has songs/an ost, what is your favorite song from it?

💔 tell us about one of your LEAST favorite characters and why you dislike them.

🍀 do you have any kins or comfort characters from your hyperfixation?

💢 what do you NOT like about your hyperfixation? is there something you would want to change about it?

(definitely didnt forget to answer this</3)

So my current hyperfixation besides bandori is wtnv so ill answer these for it:)

🎶: As of orignal pieces for the show I adore them all but especially the Desert Bluffs theme, it makes me happy:). If you want to count weathers I have so many favorites and I don't think theres ever been one I disliked. But if I had to pick some from my playlist for my weather then uhh: True Trans Soul Rebel (Ep 64) and Remember Us (Condos) (Remember Us should be in every Cecilos playlist btw)

💔: i absolutely adore everyone in this podcast except. for. cal. Go back to crying or something Cal, stop being homophobic.

🍀: Almost wtnv character is a comfort character honestly, I love them so much they make me so happy. As for kins? Uhh Cecil Palmer and im like thisss 👉👈 close to kinning Pamela Winchell.

💢: I hate criticizing my own interests but I feel like they should focus on some older side characters more? Like the ones that've been there since early Night Vale but haven't shown up in a long time.

[dandylion240]

The scent and feel he got from the stranger oozed of illness. He imagined the stranger had been drugged, as they all were.  He got up, reaching for the lights, turning them on. He imagined the young stranger needed light, as they weren’t all in eternal darkness the way he was. Grabbing his bedpan, he brought it to the stranger. “Here, if you need it.” He held out the bedpan, his eyes unfocused, staring blankly ahead.  The black horns on his head shined under the light, fading bruises alongside scars decorated his body.

Squinting from the sudden brightness from the lights Jonah murmured “thank you” as he reached for the bed pan.

Wiping the back of his hand across his mouth he stared at his companion “are you … a dragon?” He knew they existed; he just never saw one before.

Slowly sitting up moaning softly as the room rotated around him. “I don’t think I want to know where I’m at anymore. Wherever I am is far away from my family.” His voice began to quiver as if he were fighting back tears.

Focusing on the young dragon. He could see the old scars running across his body “are you alright?” He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know or if he was trying to distract himself from what was obviously his worst nightmare come true.

Cecil faced his direction, taking in how he sounded as if he were about to cry. “I don’t know where we are. Where here is…”

[video-killed-the-radio-host]

I’m Not Okay(But Now I Can Heal)

This has been sitting in my drafts for so long 😂

TW drinking

Inspired by this:

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMJvvhqo9/

Cecil stares at the man across from him. It’s still so hard to believe that Carlos is back. He was gone for a year and then came back after months of no communication… and here he was, chatting away as if no time had passed. Cecil offers him a smile, despite having no idea what he was talking about but that seemed to please the shorter man and he just kept talking. He manages to catch a few words. “Rocks.” “Scientifically amazing”. “Kevin said…”

Don’t get him wrong. Cecil is over the (nonexistent ) moon that Carlos is back. Absolutely thrilled that Carlos came back. That he chose Night Vale- Cecil - over the other world. Over Kevin. But now that he’s here he could always find a way to leave again. He had said that day “And I remembered that I am not from Night Vale.”  Which technically speaking, is true. Carlos is from the outside world. The...normal world. Then he said “I remembered that, as far as the laws of the universe are concerned, it is not where I belong.” It is not where I belong. That stung the most out of the entire experience. That single sentence stuck with Cecil that whole year. The year that seemed to last an eternity. 

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Cecil did good the first month or so that Carlos was gone. He kept his thoughts optimistic. Of course Carlos is coming back. His work is here. His science is here. His team is here. Sometimes Cecil would selfishly add himself to the list of things that would bring Carlos back. He found it harder though, as time went on. He felt a great pain in his heart that grew every day. It was as if a tight fist was squeezing his heart, squeezing tighter every time his mind went to Carlos.

Which...happened a lot. Cecil had a shirt that Carlos had left one of the first nights they spent together. It was nothing special, old and worn, depicting a cat in safety goggles. He had worn it to bed and teased that he was going to keep it. Carlos had just smiled softly and said it suited him. That shirt was balled up and stuffed into a box in the back of the closet, behind Carlos’ home labcoats.

A few weeks into Carlos being gone, Cecil had found a notebook full of the scientist’s messy-neat handwriting. It was full of notes about the town. Small notes are marked in the margins “Ask Cecil to explain?” “Look into this further.” and “Date idea?” The last one was written next to several more entries towards the end. Cecil kept that book close. It felt like a silent conversation when he read and reread a new take on things he had known his whole life. He didn’t understand much of the scientific jargon but it was better than nothing now that there was more and more gaps in Carlos’ calls.

Cecil didn’t drink much anymore. He drank socially of course, he was raised with manners after all. He occasionally had a glass of red wine at dinner with Carlos or when he was feeling especially fancy, he’d treat them to some of the moonshine Earl made. He gave up drinking to try and forget. It never worked. Nothing ever worked.

Cecil knew there was a bottle of Aberlour A'Bunadh in the desk in the study. They were saving it for a special occasion. But would it really matter if Carlos wasn’t coming back? The first time the bitter thought crosses Cecil’s mind, it shocks him but deep down maybe it was true. The call of the bottle was strong but never as strong as the night Carlos asked him to pick up his entire life and move to the desert otherworld. He wanted to scream or hang up right then but Carlos sounded so happy it was almost heartwrenching. He doesn’t want to come back. Maybe he’s only asking out of pity and doesn’t expect or want you to say yes. He has Kevin now. Cecil takes a shaky breath and barely finds himself saying that it was an interesting idea before making up a lame excuse to end the call. He puts the phone the counter top and stares at the blank screen for a long moment. He then picks up a nearby spoon and hurrels it at the opposite wall. The spoon sticks out of the wall but Cecil can’t bring himself to care. He slides off of the stool and into the floor, balling his fists in his hair, letting out a nearly inhuman cry. He heaves so hard he fears he might throw up but he can’t bring himself to care. He cries himself to sleep right there on the floor. His joints are screaming by the time he woke up. That was the first night he drank. 

The scotch burned but Cecil felt the burn was better than feeling nothing. He had a choice to make. Give up everything for the man he loved or risk losing him because the change is terrifying. 

The bottle was gone in three days. Then another and another. It wasn’t working. He could feel Carlos’ presence all around him, almost taunting him. Nothing worked. He tried different liquors and nothing worked. It only made the pull stronger. Hiding the drinking was easier than Cecil thought. He blamed the unsteadiness and slurred speech on lack of sleep over worrying about Carlos. It wasn’t completely a lie. He didn’t sleep much either and of course he was worried. Carlos was… Cecil believed with his whole being that Carlos was the love of his life. But he isn’t coming back. 

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But then he did come back. Carlos came back.

Carlos wrapping his work calloused hands around Cecil’s brings him back to the present. He blinks a few times and looks up into Carlos’ face. Carlos’ expression was kind and full of love. It then dawns on Cecil that he missed the entire conversation. He caught the most important part though.

“I love you Cecil.”

Watching Carlos speak those words, face to face, it filled Cecil with a warmth that he hadn’t felt in so long. Maybe...Maybe it was time to recover. 

“I love you Carlos.” And he meant it. With all of his soul.

Carlos pulls away long enough to reach for a small box from his pocket. He puts it in Cecil’s cupped hands. “I don’t-” Carlos takes a deep breath and clears his throat. “Looking back on the past year, I realize I put you through so much. It was so unfair to you. I was selfish because I put my work above you a-again and it was wrong.I know that and I’m sorry.” He exhales slowly. “The future-if time exists at all- is a very scary and uncertain but there is two things I know. I love you more than I’ve loved anyone and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. No matter how long or short that is.” 

Cecil looks at Carlos with wide eyes. He opens the box with shaking hands. A simple but elegant ring twinkles up at him. It’s made from polished wood and sanded down purple stone. He looks back up at Carlos. “Is this-”

“I...have been meaning to-to…” Carlos struggles with the words. “I’ve been planning for a while but the ring I had originally picked out didn’t feel right so...I made this one. It matches your eyes.”

“Ask me.” Cecil presses the box back into Carlos’ hands.

“Pardon?”

Cecil gives him a smile. “I want you to ask me for real.”

Carlos stands and kneels beside the table, opening the box. “Cecil Palmer, will you make me very happy-more happy than I already am if that’s possible-and marry me? Are you willing to put up with my bullshit forever?” 

“Yes.” Cecil whispers, carefully taking the ring from the box and putting it on with nervous hands. “Yes I will.” He puts his hands on Carlos’ cheeks and kisses him gently. 

The road to healing will be a long one but he isn’t alone anymore.