#pliss stop

[creative-kny-fics]

Lee! Yoriichi and Ler! Sumiyoshi and Suyako?? Pliss

Of course! In the manga/anime, Yoriichi showed a great approach to family! (Artist name is in the images) (I also added Sumire-)

Lers: Suyako, Sumiyoshi and Sumire Kamado

Lee: Yoriichi Tsugikuni

"After Yoriichi gave me his precious earrings, I thought I would never see him again... I felt that this gift marked a farewell... Am I wrong...?", Sumiyoshi thought, he was not sure what it had happened to his friend, they constantly talked through letters, but there was nothing more to it than that.

That was their communication until one day...

'Hey Sumiyoshi! Don't you know what I found on the way back home... Or rather... Who!', Suyako announced excitedly, pulling at the haori of her husband, who had his back turned. 'Is it a squirrel? Or is it maybe...'

'Hello... Sumiyoshi...', that voice... Sumiyoshi turned around quickly, shook his head and rubbed his eyes, he couldn't believe it, was he dreaming? 'What's wrong dear...? I thought you'd be happier to see Yoriichi-San... Maybe-?'

Suyako jumped to the side a little when Sumiyoshi rushed to hug her companion, smiling when she saw him hug Yoriichi, it had been a long time since she had seen them together.

After that hug, they invited him to stay, well, more like they forced him a little, his 'it's not necessary' was totally ignored by the couple. 'It's been a while... How have things been...? Anything new to tell?'

'I don't know... Everything has been a bit confusing, there are things that my mind needed to think better... And I apologize for that, for the way you hugged me and how you expressed yourself, it seemed like I worried you...Excuse me for that', Sumiyoshi patted his shoulder, assuring him that everything was fine.

For Sumiyoshi, seeing his friend again was more than enough. Besides, he wasn't the only one who had missed his presence. 'Dad!'

'Huh? Oh, what's wrong Sumire?'

'This is Sumire...? Wow... Did I really isolate myself for so long? The last time I saw her, she was just a baby, she's grown up a little...'

Sumire looked at him confused, she had never seen him before, although her parents always told her the story of how he saved them, she didn't know that it was about him.

'Sumire... Meet Yoriichi-San. You remember him, right? Your mother and I always tell you about him! Besides, he used to carry you when you were very little... I remember your little smile when you saw how he approached our house...', the little girl approached, bopping Yoriichi's nose and then grabbing his cheeks with curiosity

'She seems to like you hahaha! Sumire has also missed you a lot, she used to wait for you every day and she would get sad when she saw that you didn't arrive... But we never let her forget about you!'

'Did she really do that...? Forgive me, little girl... I didn't mean to do it', he sighed and sat the youngest on his lap, stroking her head and looking away.

Sumiyoshi frowned and motioned to his daughter, who nodded laughing. 'He-hey! Su-Sumihire!'

'Ooooh, is that a giggle you just heard~? Hmmmm? It is not? Then why do I see a smile on your face~?', he laughed, thus encouraging the little girl to continue.

Sumire's hands began to rise Yoriichi's neck, smiling while he himself tried not to wrinkle his neck to let her continue. 'Ooooh? Aren't you avoiding stopping Sumire? How adorable!'

'I-It's juhust... I do-dohon't wahant to h-hurt her! Sumihiyohoshi! Stahahap heher!'

'Mmmm... Why should I? You obviously like this! Come on Sumire, give your father some space! Here I come Yoriichi~!

Yoriichi didn't even try to get away from him, his only attempt was to raise his hand while asking him not to come closer, but that only encouraged his friend to join his daughter. 'Wahahahaihit! Sumiyoshi plehahasehehe!'

'Mmmm? Please what? Be more specific Yoriichi-San! Do you want us to continue? That you want?! Did you hear that Sumi?! He wants us to continue!', the little girl laughed and nodded, this time she lowered her hands and began to press on his ribs.

Both she and her father laughed as they noticed how Yoriichi moved his arms that were covering his ribs away and tried to keep them away.

His excuse was 'not wanting to hurt them', but they both knew he was just too shy to admit he was having fun. 'What's happening? Have I heard some laughter? Oooooh! Is it tickling time?! What fun!'

'Suhuyahahakoho-Sahahahan! Stohohop thehehehem!! W-wahahaihit!! Nohohot yohohou tohohoho!! Thihis is so unfahahair!!'

The tickling continued, none of the three moved from the spot they had chosen to tickle, Suyako had his neck, Sumiyoshi his hips and Sumire his ribs.

'He's laughing a lot, isn't he? But maybe not enough... What if we try to make him really laugh?!', there was no need to convince them, they both agreed.

Suyako lowered her hands to his thighs, squeezing them gently, but it wasn't the reaction she was looking for; Sumiyoshi tried his knees, all he earned was a squeal.

Apparently they could only get him to laugh up to that volume, his laughter didn't increase!

'Mmmm... His sides! Dad mom! Help!', they both looked at what the little girl was pointing at.

No one had noticed that Yoriichi was covering his sides, at the moment when Sumiyoshi had decided to go for his hips, to avoid having his sides tickled, he decided to choose to cover them. 'Oooh! Good observation! Honey, do we do the honors~?'

'With great pleasure!'

'W-wait... Let's talk about this!'

There was no way, Sumiyoshi and Suyako took Yoriichi's hands away from his tummy, thus giving Sumire the opportunity to make him scream, or at least try to...

'HEHEHEY!! O-OKAHAHAY YOHOHOU GOHOHOT MEHEHE!! YOU CAHAHAN STOHOHOP NOHOHOW!!'

'Stop? Hmmm... Well, we'll stop, with some conditions~', Yoriichi looked confused.

What did he mean by "conditions"?

'The first is that you must admit that you like this!'

'HUH?! BUHUHUT-!! AHAHAHAHA!!! OKAHAHAHAY!! I LIHIKEHEHE EHEHEHEHE THIHIHIS!!'

'Hmmm, what exactly is "this"? Be more specific Yoriichi-San!'

Suyako laughed and playfully pushed her husband, after a while of laughing, they both stopped. 'That is better! You have a very nice laugh, Yoriichi-San!'

Sumiyoshi nodded, walking over to his friend to make sure he was okay.

'And what is the second request...?'

'Smile more often or else...-!'

'You'll tickle me... I get it... I'll try to comply...', Yoriichi stood up, using his fingers to form a smile for them.

Definitely, both Suyako and Sumiyoshi missed that smile...

[mah-t-wordblog]

Hi! Lee Giyuu, Ler Nezuko? Pliss

Of course💛💛

Can you take care of her?

Lee: Gyuu Tomioka

Ler: Nezuko Kamado

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡

Ships: NONE

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡

“Can you take care of her? He is sure?" Tanjiro asked

Nezuko ran and hugged Gyuu, the man smiled

“Of course, you can leave it to me”

“Are you really sure? It can be a lot of work…”

Tanjiro looked worried

“Don’t worry, you can go” Gyuu put his hand on Nezuko’s head, she laughed

"All is well then!" Tanjiro rushed over “thank you!”

Nezuko muttered when she saw that Tanjiro had left

“Hmm?”

“He just went to a conference with his friends, little girl, he’ll be back soon.”

The little girl smiled at Gyuu, giving him a big hug

"What do you want now?"

“Hmm!”

“Then let’s play.”

Nezuko asked Gyuu to play hide and seek with her

“You can go, I’ll find you” the man closed his eyes and started counting

Nezuko started laughing like a little child

She ran through the house until she found a counter to hide behind.

“Ready or not, I'm going to catch you~” Gyuu exclaimed

He laughed when he heard the little girl giggle.

The man changed rooms until he found the place where Nezuko was hiding.

“I will find you~”

Nezuko laughed

Gyuu knew where she was, but he wanted to pretend a little longer

“Nezuko?~ Where are you-?! AH!” Gyuu stopped, he felt something strange “NehehezuhuKOHO”

The little girl was tired of waiting and jumped on top of him, tickling his sides.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHO”

The little girl laughed along with the man

“Hmm! Hm!” The girl squeezed his knees a little, making him scream.

“PLEHEHEHASEHEHE”

Gyuu didn't mind laughing with Nezuko, she was just a child and wouldn't judge him

The girl looked so happy, Hashira thought, he should hold on a little longer

“Hmm! Hm?”

“Ehehehe yehehehes, I’m tihihihirehehed” he replied as if he understood exactly what she was saying

Then Nezuko smiled and jumped on top of Gyuu's body, laying down and snuggling next to him.

"Are you happy?"

“Hmm!”

Gyuu smiled “rest, Nezuko, your brother will be back soon”

And then the girl fell asleep in Gyuu's arms

When Tanjiro returned, he saw that the hashira had already fallen asleep too.

He smiled

“Thank you sir, Tomioka”

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡

Thanks 💛💛

[in-search-of-a-fallen-star]

at the last stroke of midnight (pt. 5)

Pairing: Shouto Todoroki/Reader

WC: 2,195

Content warnings: aged up characters, everyone is in their 20s or older. fantasy au. no pronouns used for reader, but they are described to wear skirts and are referred to as ‘my lady’. brief descriptions of fantasy violence, brief mention of blood.

part 4 : part 5 (you are here) : part 6

It feels like you’re floating on clouds for the rest of the day. How could it not? You’ve been replaying his words in your head for hours- the open look in his beautiful grey and blue eyes, the smoky sound of his voice in your ear as he told you that he’d known from the first moment you spoke he’d wanted you to go with him. It feels like a dream, but the weight of the circlet in your hands reminds you that it was real.

Part of your brain is stubbornly waiting for a catch, for the other foot to drop, or something to burst the bubble you’re floating in. This feels altogether too good to be true, says the little voice in the back of your head. You choose to ignore it for now- this isn’t interfering with your duties, and Shouto’s words earlier had eased most of your doubts

Perhaps this isn’t just a passing fancy for him. He wants you, and he’d told you himself, not caring who heard. It’s hard not to feel giddy when you know how it feels to be the sole focus of that intense heterochromatic gaze.

The afternoon flys by. The palace is abuzz with activity, full of people setting up for the ball that’s taking place in just a few short hours. You’re kept busy, there are many tasks that require your attention, and you find yourself running around the palace, carrying messages, making deliveries, and overseeing decorations.

You’ve lost track of time, immersed in your current project when you feel a hand tap at your shoulder. A younger maid stands behind you, and curtsies to you when you stand up and dust your hands off. 

“The queen requests your presence, my lady,” she says, indicating for you to follow her. 

You hand your work over to one of the people who’d been helping you and get up to follow the maid to the queen’s quarters. You wince when you look out the window; the last rays of the setting sun are painting the western horizon in vivid colors and you realize that you’re very, very, late. 

The maid stops at the doors and bobs her head to you before turning and walking back down the hallway. You sigh and push the doors open, ready to apologize to the queen. To your surprise, you find her already dressed and seated at the small table with her wire reading glasses on, a book in hand. 

She looks up when you enter and smiles, tucking a ribbon between the pages of her book. “I’m glad you could make it,” she says, her voice gently teasing. 

You sweep into a deep curtsy. “I apologize for my lateness, your majesty. How may I be of service?”

“I have a gift for you.” She stands from the table and walks to the wardrobe, opening the carved cedar doors to reveal a beautiful gown hanging inside. The kirtle is a beautiful cream plisse crepe, underneath a cream silk gown embroidered with gold and silver flowers. Pearls glimmer along the neckline and the cuffs, and the girdle is hammered gold, inlaid with river pearls and abalone.

When you stand in front of it, stricken speechless, the queen laughs. “I take it you like it,” she says, placing a cool hand on your shoulder.

It takes a moment for you to find the words. “Y-your majesty, this is too much. I can’t accept this.” 

“It’s already been altered to your measurements,” she says. “I wanted you to have something nice to wear to your first ball here in the south.”

When you stay frozen in your spot, she nudges you forward with a gentle hand. “Come now, let’s get you dressed. We don’t want you to leave your knight hanging, do we?” 

“You don’t have to do that, your majesty,” you protest as she pulls you to the mirror.

“I have not been queen for so long that I’ve forgotten how to dress,” she says, an amused smile pulling at her lips.

She helps you out of your working dress, leaving you in just your undergarments. First she pulls a fine cotton chemise over your head, then she sets down a pair of silver slippers for you to step into. The next layer is a petticoat, finely made and frilled with cream lace at the hem. Next comes the kirtle, which flows like water over your head. Finally, the gown settles on your shoulders. The gold and silver flowers shine under the candlelight.

The queen maneuvers you to her vanity, pushing you into the seat with a gentle hand. She puts your hair up with a few simple combs. “Now, for the circlet. Do you have it with you?”

“Yes, it’s in my pocket,” you say, turning to look for your work dress. She beats you to it, pulling the circlet out of your dress and returning to you. She directs you to look in the mirror before placing the circlet on your head, carefully centering it on your brow. She pins it in place with a few cleverly placed hairpins, and then steps back to look at her handiwork. 

You take a moment to take yourself in. You glow in the warm candlelight, the gold and silver embroidery making you shine. You feel…beautiful. 

In the distance, you hear trumpets sound. “I have to go,” the queen says, placing a hand on your shoulder. Her grey eyes meet yours in the mirror and she smiles, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “You’re released from duty- the night is yours to spend however you wish. You can stay here as long as you need, you don’t have to come until you feel ready.”

She sweeps out the door in a swish of skirts, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You take a deep breath, looking at yourself in the mirror. Until yesterday, your only plan for tonight was to do your job and hopefully get well acquainted with the buffet table in between your duties. Now you’re faced with the very real prospect of having to dance, in front of a crowd of strangers no less. 

You know the dances; when you’d arrived in the south you’d been put through a boot camp of court practices, including a grueling few weeks spent studying the steps of the courtly dances. However, you’ve never danced with anyone other than your instructor. The prospect of dancing with Shouto in a crowded ballroom of people is daunting, to say the least. 

You hear the distant sounds of the heralds, and you know they’ve begun introducing the guests. Time to go, you decide, standing up from the vanity. 

You don’t want to be late, after all. There’s someone waiting for you.

When you arrive at the doors, there’s a line of people waiting to be introduced. The heralds announce them by name and title; it’s rather a spectacle as each noble enters the ballroom in a flurry of silks. You begin to second guess yourself- you have no title or accomplishments to accompany your name. You look at the line, and then duck into an alcove. Perhaps it’s better if you sneak in at the end, with no announcement.

Finally, the line dwindles, and the heavy doors swing shut. You can hear music pick up from inside the ballroom, and decide to make your move. You pull the door open just enough to slip through, and enter the grand ballroom. 

Everything inside glitters. The many candles on the chandeliers glitter off the strands of crystal drops, sending spangles of light skittering over the rainbow of silk and satin gowns in the room. The queen sits on her throne on the balcony across from you, surveying the people as they mingle. Princess Fuyumi and Prince Natsuo sit next to her, engaged in conversation. 

Your eyes are drawn to the figure standing on the other side of the throne. Shouto looks dashing, his hair slicked back and dressed in a fine military uniform, decorated with medals. Your eyes meet over the crowded ballroom, and the sounds of the crowd drop away around you. He leans down to whisper something in the queen’s ear, and then leaves the dais to walk down towards the ballroom. 

You curtsy to the throne, as is custom. You haven’t completely forgotten etiquette, even though Shouto is handsome enough that your brain goes a bit gooey. The crowd parts as Shouto approaches, the throngs of people stepping off the dance floor as he makes his way to the foot of the stairs. 

He bows to you, low and with one hand clasped over his heart. He holds out a hand, offering his support to you as you descend the last few steps to the floor. 

The two of you stand in silence for a moment, simply gazing at each other. 

“Hi,” you say, feeling a bit bashful. 

“Hello,” he says, voice low and warm. The band begins playing a song, a sweet melody ringing out over the quiet ballroom. “Would you do me the honor of sharing the first dance with me?��� 

You nod, not trusting your voice, and he pulls you out onto the dance floor. You can feel the warmth of his palm on the small of your back, even through the layers of your gown. He pulls you close, closer than what is technically socially acceptable, you know. The way he holds you is tender and gentle, but it also has a possessive edge to it as he leads you through the steps of the waltz. 

“Why is everyone staring?” you whisper, looking up at him. 

“They probably can’t take their eyes off you. I certainly can’t,” he says, the corner of his mouth quirking up. 

You can’t help the blush that rises to your cheeks, choosing to turn your gaze to the line of his throat. This close, you can smell the scent of campfire and winter pine that clings to him. Around you, the music reaches a crescendo, and you feel both of Shouto’s hands at your waist before he lifts you effortlessly, spinning you before returning you to your feet. The action startles a laugh out of you, and you see an answering smile spread across his face. 

He lifts you once more before the song ends, and you get a brief moment to look down at his face. He’s gorgeous like this, a few stray strands of hair dangling over his forehead, a slight flush to his cheeks, and a twinkle in his eyes. 

The song ends, and the band starts playing another, a lively tune as other couples flood onto the dance floor. Shouto leads you into the dance, never taking his eyes off of your face. This dance is energetic and fun, and you find yourself laughing on the floor as Shouto twirls you around. 

You do find yourself out of breath after that, so Shouto leads you off to the side for a moment of peace while the dancers continue. He fetches you a glass of cool water and you drink it gratefully, smiling up at him with flushed cheeks when you finish. 

“You look stunning, my lady,” he leans down to murmur in your ear. A shiver runs down your spine at the feeling of his breath on your neck.

“You clean up pretty okay yourself,” you tell him, hiding your pleased smile behind the rim of your cup. 

A new song starts playing, and he takes your hand. “Would you like to join me for another dance?”

“I can’t,” you say wistfully. 

“Why not?”

“Isn’t it considered rude here to dance with the same partner for more than two songs?” you ask. “I’m sure there are many other ladies who’d like a dance with the tournament champion.” 

“I don’t care,” he says, squeezing your hand. “You’re the only lady I want to dance with.” 

“Are you sure you won’t get in trouble? I know you said you have responsibilities.”

He flashes you a smirk. That look on him should be considered a deadly weapon, with the way it instantly turns your knees to jelly. He looks like he’s about to say something, when you hear a voice from behind you. 

“Your highness?” says a beautiful black haired woman, clad in a deep red gown. Shouto freezes, his playful expression dropping. “Ah Prince Shouto, I’m glad I caught you,” she smiles as she approaches. 

Your head whirls. Prince Shouto? You look at him, and you feel stupid for not realizing it before. He looks like the queen, with the intense grey eye and the white hair. You can see the resemblance in his face, in the set of their mouths. You remember this morning- the same name as the prince, your ass. You should have known. 

You pull your hand from his, taking a step back. 

“Wait, please,” he begs, reaching for you. “I can explain-”

You don’t listen. You turn and run, pushing your way through the crowds. Somewhere behind you, you hear his voice calling your name. It’s the last thing you hear as you pull open the heavy doors, disappearing into the night.

[nick-nelzzzzz]

We can't stop him at current! Give us time.

- Evil Anon ♧.

OKKK BUT PLISS BE FAST

[sevcasejay1chicago]

sweetheart if you don't mind ofc Whould you write me a imagine of me and Will Halstead pliss

Refrigerator Light- Will Halstead

Summary: After locking eyes at Molly’s three years ago, you find yourself slow dancing in the refrigerator light with your husband, Will Halstead.

Warnings: none really. Hints to drinking and morning sickness, but nothing blatantly obvious.

Authors note: Writing for Will is a bit out of my wheelhouse, but I hope you enjoy it! Sorry for the wait!

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The first time you met Will Halstead was across the bar at Molly’s. It was karaoke night, so Stella and Brett forced you onto the small stage after a few drinks to help convince you a bit easier. You sang “Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Elvis, but in a female key. Will had barely been paying attention to the karaoke as everyone that got up there was pretty mediocre and couldn’t catch his attention. However, as soon as you started singing, Will stopped talking mid sentence and turned his back to Jay and some of the other intelligence unit in favor of watching you. He was so mesmerized that he missed the way Jay and some of the other occupants at the table started joking about love at first sight and what not. They were right.

You had your eyes closed as you sang until you felt a pair of eyes burning into you. You slowly slipped your eyes open and scanned the crowded bar until you locked eyes with Will Halstead. You had heard of him and passed by him in the ED when you and Brett dropped off patients, but Brett was more of a talker and normally filled the docs in while you stocked the ambo. You recognized him immediately and he recognized you. You felt an emotion that you haven’t felt before. Like you finally found your home, your answer to living. Something clicked when you finally locked eyes and there was no denying the fact that you found love at first sight.

Anyone in the bar that was paying a bit of attention noticed the change in the atmosphere. The song went from you just singing it to having meaning to you for someone in that bar. The emotions in your voice gave it away to those who were paying attention, but what you did once you finished singing sealed it for those that were pretty oblivious. Once you finished, you put the microphone back on its stand and pushed your way through the crowd, Will doing the same. When you finally reached each other, you noticed he was just slightly taller than you as you peered up at him with a grin.

“Hi.” You whispered, letting Will take you by the waist and pull you closer as someone else got up and followed your love song with another slow one.

“Hey.” Will whispered back, bringing his face closer to yours.

The connection was palpable. A warmth was spreading from the two of you as you danced, your arms wrapped around his neck as his wrapped around your waist. For the majority of the song, you guys slow danced and stared into each other’s eyes. Unknown to the two if you, Stella, Brett, Jay, and Kim were all snapping pictures of the two of you. They knew this was going to be a forever thing. Luckily, they believed it because now, a picture of the first kiss you shared at the end of that song is on the mantle next to your wedding picture.

Now, 3 years later, Will finds his pregnant wife standing in the dark kitchen at 3 am. The only light on is coming from the refrigerator in an attempt to not wake your sleeping husband, but the baby wanted pickles, peanut butter, and vanilla ice cream. So, here you were, eating while illuminated by the refrigerator light, knowing you would regret falling for the craving, but you couldn’t sleep until you fulfilled it.

Will walks up behind you and slides his arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. “Now, Mrs. Halstead, why are we eating like a little gremlin at 3am and not in bed?” He teases, lightly rubbing the slight bump under one of his shirts you slipped on.

You didn’t even bother turning around when you answered, instead you leaned into your husband. “Well, Mr. Halstead, your little gremlin child wanted this and I wasn’t going to be able to sleep until I fed the peanut.” You said, matter of factly around a bite of your concoction.

Will chuckled and kissed your cheek. “First of all, it’s DOCTOR Halstead. Second of all, that’s disgusting.” Will said, finally getting a good look at what you were eating.

You shrugged, putting another spoonful in your mouth before replying. “Not my idea. The gremlin. It’s the gremlin.” You said, shaking your head. “It’s actually not bad.”

Will grunted as he watched you finish what you had left. “Your gonna be saying something different in the morning.” Will commented, inwardly cringing as he thought about the start you would have to your morning in a few hours.

You shrugged, resigned to your fate. “You’ll be there. I’ll hate it and I’ll panic, but you’ll be there and it’s all worth it for this little munchkin.” You replied, glancing through the kitchen doorway as you leaned fully into Will, catching the pictures on the mantle. “For now, dance with me.” You said, turning around and looking up at your husband.

Will chuckled, looking at the time and then back to you. “Baby. It’s 3am and we have no music.” Will pointed out, pulling you into his chest anyways, mostly out of instinct. It was weird to feel that slight divide between the two of you from baby Halstead showing up some, but Will held you as close as possible anyways.

You thought for a moment before giving Will a small, almost bashful grin. Then, you started singing the song that you fell in love to. Will pulled you as close as possible as you rested your head on his chest. Will swayed you both around the kitchen until the song was over, then he leaned down to kiss you. He didn’t comment on the taste of your lips after the little snack you just finished. He just held you and kissed you like he did when you first clicked that night. All in the light from the refrigerator.

[re-pilot-info]

I NEED more flying colors theres not much content so I if you pliss give us more writting about this beatiful couple

Okay! I have, like, lot's of Flying Colours stuff that me and a few friends have discussed a bit, so here we go!!!

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-Bonded over being so different and still experiencing life in different bodies.

^The reason why this is here is because in a very old statement Volt had made in 2014 when they were making a very much unfinished webcomic named Cluster of Realms, it was said that Artman hated being artificial and that he wanted to be a human after seeing so much about them over the years. The irony is that aside from the obvious things that are noticeable on Pilot's face, she looks very much ridiculously like a human.

^Another reason is because Pilot is extremely extroverted and has alot of energy in her, unlike Artman who is introverted, and doesn't have as much as energy as Pilot does.

-Artman was the first to catch feelings for the robot that he saved the life of. Pilot did too, however she didn’t realise as quickly as him. They started dating around the same time Pilot came out as a trans woman, and regardless of the gender change, Artman still loved her deeply. They married 7 years after dating and 3 years of being engaged.

-Pilot can tell when Artman is down very easily, if she can sense it, she'll bring him to whatever location, sit him down and hug him like no tomorrow.

-For Artman, it's very hard to tell when Pilot is down, because she squashes down her emotions all the time in favor of keeping others happy, but disregards her own feelings alot, so it takes a while for her to admit she's not in a good state, and Artman just holds her.

-They love going out on picnics. Especially at sunset. Sometimes they'll often dance together even without any music playing.

-Artman is very protective. He doesn’t like leaving Pilot alone, or being without her, and while Pilot isn't as protective as her husband, she doesn't like being without him due to her very huge fear of abandonment.

-On some occasions, Artman likes sitting on Pilot's shoulders, or having his head buried in the crook of her neck (mostly the latter), and she doesn't mind that.

-It's mostly Pilot doing PDA, she tends to kiss him, pick him up, hug him, and spin him alot, while Artman tells her how beautiful she is, and how he loves her so much.

-Pilot tends to break out in emotion when she's under way too much stress and can't keep it bottled up anymore, luckily she has Artman with her whenever she needs him, and is always there to comfort her whenever she needs it.

-Songs for them both: X / X / X / X / X / X / X / X

(Under the cut goes into serious discussions about self-harm please be cautious when reading, or just don't read if you don't want to engage with the more sadder bits of the relationship they have.)

-Pilot has alot of physical scars, most of them being self-inflicted, while only a tiny amount were from others. (It happens throughout her story, although there's no actual visuals of it happening, there's implications along the way that are going to be unnoticeable at first glance, the only actual visual is going to be the aftermath of one scar.)

-With lots of time, relapses, and help from Artman and their circle along the way, Pilot eventually stops physically hurting herself, but despite that, she'll still have the urge to get back into doing it, even when she's been clean for a good while.

[i-will-always-be-happy]

Ler Muichiro Lee Yuichiro? pliss

Ahhh!! The Tokito brothers!! When I saw the episode, I cried, but I know how much Yuichiro loved Muichiro. But of course Yuichiro also had to learn to apologize to Muichiro, I'll do it!

Warning: This fanfic contains tickles. Also remind them that I don't speak English, so if they find any errors, let me know to correct it. I hope you like it!

Ler: Muichiro Tokito

Lee: Yuichiro Tokito

'Why are you so cruel Nii-San?', Muichiro felt sad, these last few days, Yuichiro had treated him badly, he didn't understand what had bothered him now, he knew what anger was, but not that much. 'What's wrong Muichiro?', Muichiro felt his father's sad look, he was worried, Muichiro didn't behave like that

'Mmm... You're worried about Yuichiro, aren't you? Your brother has almost always been stubborn, maybe he's been a little stressed? Why do not you talk to him? I'll bring the firewood, don't worry about it', Muichiro thought about it long before he left, to help his brother or his father, but his father's insistence convinced him to go home.

'Nii-san!' 'What are you doing here? You shouldn't help dad with the firewood, go help him, stop wasting time', yep, Yuichiro continued with that behavior, Muichiro thought, what to do to take someone's bad mood away? Hmm.. got it!

'Boop!' 'Ha!', it worked! He sighed in relief, but he should continue if he didn't want Yuichiro to do the same to him or yell.

'Whahahat are you dohohoing?!' 'Well, tickling you! You make me when I'm sad or distracted! So I'll use it to get you out of your temper!' Muichiro smiled, squeezing and prodding his brother's sides and hips.

'Quit it! Muhuhui! Stahhahahahahp! You're sohoho chihihildihihish!' 'Says who also tickles! Know? I'm sorry you were acting grumpy because you wanted to be tickled too!'

Yuichiro in an attempt to push his brother away, decided to run, being chased until they both fell on their futons. 'Why were you trying to escape? That will not free you! We live in the same house!' 'GAH! Muhuhuichiroooo! Stohohop! I'm gonna gehehehet you! Juhuhust- WAHAHAHAHAIT!'

Muichiro was his brother and well, it gave him a clear advantage in meeting his 'rival', Muichiro knew how sensitive his brother's toes were.

'GEHEHET OHOHOFF!! MUI!! NOHOHO!! EAHAHAHAHA!' 'Oh~ Nii-San, you look just like me when I get tickled, oh right... We're twins! So, is this how I look? Wow~'

Yuichiro tried to hit him with his free foot, but to no avail, he was losing strength and hitting the ground desperately, while rolling on his spot with his hands on his stomach.

'GYAH! PLEHEHEASE!! MUHUHUI!! IT'S TOO MUHUHUCH!! TO BREHEHEAK!! SPAHAHARE MEHEHEHE!!' 'I'll stop, only if you promise not to be more grumpy!', Muichiro lowered his intensity a bit, it wasn't much, but he still wanted his brother to speak calmly.

'I prohohomise... Muhuhui... I won't be grumpy anymore' 'I hope so! Or else I'll tickle you again!' Muichiro smiled and hugged his brother, a mistake.

'Hey! Nohoho! Yuichihihiro!' 'I promised not to be an angry person again, but I didn't say when! Get ready little brother!'

[kepanikanbeng]

2023

semoga di kelilingi orang2 sholeh, orang2 yang jujur, yg cerdas, yang berdampak positif

papah sehat, aku sehat, papah panjang umur berkah disetiap langkahnya

pengen nge estetikan rumah hehe

pengen punya pekerjaan tetap, salary cukup, cukup untuk diri sendiri, cukup untuk ngasih ke orang tua, cukup untuk sedekah, cukup untuk membahagiakan diri sendiri dan orang lain

pendamping hidup, but lagi ditahap berserah gapapa sedikasihnya, sedipertemukannya karena masih belajar jadi lebih baik lagi.

stop judje ko belom nikah(?) pliss pengen ngasih tau ke orang2 jgn ngomong begitu tapi harus sadar kan tinggal di indonesia negara marrytime hehe ya gimana belom ketemu jodohnya 🌚

hidup efisien

setiap hari makan makanan yg sehat dan gizi seimbang

di tempat kerja bisa kerja dengan ikhlas, ramah, tidak mengeluh takut dll karena setiap pasien beda problem jadi hadapi dengan tenang

tentram pikiran hati, jika allah kasih tantangan maka kuatkanlah hadapi jadikan pelajaran ✨

[rainydaze-xo]

You can make heacanons of Togo Atatsuma (Brother of the Yakuza) x Seishiro Sadanaga (Delinquent with triangle hair)? pliss =((

Triangle hair lol

♠️ TOGO ATATSUMA X SEISHIRO SADANAGA HEADCANONS ♠️

It was quite a shock to everyone when they found out that two delinquents were dating.

It was uncommon for two men to be dating at the time (1980s) so they got teased by other students.

However, the teasing mysteriously stopped… some of the main bullies went missing…

Togo fell for Seishiro when Seishiro fought off a bunch of rival gang members.

Seishiro fell for Togo because of his confidence and looks.

Yakuza guy being super overprotective of them.

The rest of the delinquent group was weirded out by them dating, so the gang collapsed and there was no official delinquent group.

They dated in secret, but a popular student made up a rumour that turned out to be true.

Togo is the more protective one, although they are both really fierce.

They’re favourite date is skipping school to go to the movies and to the town.

Seishiro doesn’t make any effort with education because his parents are rich, so he often buys Togo stupidly expensive gifts.

Togo keeps the gifts in their own drawer, which he lets nobody see, not even Seishiro who bought them in the first place.

Togo only takes them out when he has to use / wear them, but he’d much rather have them to look at rather than use for the original purposes.

They have a weird relationship dynamic, it’s like they’re both tsundere but also kinda yandere for each other.

After they leave Akedemi (with no qualifications) both of them join the Yakuza.

Since the Yakuza is kinda dead in 202X, I think that they probably have enough money to last them both their whole lives.

They have their own huge mansion on top of a hill that overlooks Tokyo. (202X)

They have no children. (202X)

My personal theory is that they own an illegal assassin business which Ryoba works for. They are good friends.

I like to think that they are Ayano’s distant uncles (in the family-friend way), who send her expensive stuff every Birthday.

I hope you liked them ♥️

[meguieatingwithtristan]

POV; Robin sees you crying in the school bathroom.

- robin was skipping math class as usual and to get out of boredom he went to walk around the whole school, getting close to the girls' bathroom he hears some noises like someone's crying,he stops walking and gets closer to the bathroom door and puts his ear to the door to try to hear to see if it was really a cry

-he can hear someone crying softly, he knocks on the door to see if anyone answers but no one does

he knocked again on the door but this time with more force and said:

R:hey i know there's someone there... please open the door

- no one answers again

R:please it's robin... robin arellano

Y/n: please leaves robin..i want to be alone

R:Y/n?!? open the door please I beg you

-Y/n gets up from the floor and goes to the door and little by little he opens the door and sees robin's face and lowers his head so he doesn't see his face

R:...hey why were you crying?

Y/n:I wasn't crying

R:you were

Y/n:...

R:I heard you crying...

Y/n:I think you better go away robin... *he* says lowering his head*

R:no i will not leave you here alone

Y/n:but robin..

R:no I don't like to see you cry Y/n!

Y/n: but are you keeping class?

R:yes that class was very boring

Y/n:oh ok..

R:can i see your little face?

Y/n:no i'm very ugly

R:oh come on, you're beautiful man...please*he puts his hand on my cheese*

-he raises his face like Y/n and looks into her little eyes and wipes the tears with careful

Y/n:thank you robin...*she gives a weak smile

R:you are welcome... now let's do something to cheer you up! *he says a little excited*

Y/n:ok but what?

R:hmm do you want to go to the ice cream shop?

Y/n:yes!

R:ok!come on *he takes your hand and walks out of the bathroom*

-Y/n smirks and leaves the bathroom too

-the two leave the bathroom and walk down the hall and go carefully to the exit gate without anyone seeing

-they are seen and run out of it like there's no tomorrow

-they hide and try not to laugh to find us, soon after the guards leave they go hand in hand to the ice cream parlor

HI PEOPLE MY FIRST POV ENT DON'T JUDGE ME PLISS😭

I love you all byee💐

[creative-kny-fics]

I can request? So... Lee Giyuu and Ler Tanjiro and Urokidaki? Pliss

Sure! This might be set after the final battle, so there might be some sad scenes-...

Lers: Tanjiro Kamado and Sakonji Urokodaki

Lee: Giyuu Tomioka

'Hey! It's Tomioka-San! Oooh and Urokodaki-San is here too! Let's go Nezuko!', they both ran, shouting their names to get their attention, and they succeeded as Giyuu pointed at them both as they ran towards them.

Nezuko hugged Urokodaki, it was not surprising that she missed him, since he took care of her and her brother, while Tanjiro approached Tomioka. 'Tomioka-San! You cut your hair!'

'Yes, I did... Well... It would have been a bit complicated to comb and tie my hair with one arm, so I decided to cut it... Hehehe', he smiled.

Tanjiro and Nezuko were happy, they both took their elders to their room, Inosuke and Zenitsu weren't there, so they decided to talk a little in there.

'Ummm...Tanjiro, you've been staring at me for the last 7 minutes, is there something wrong?', Tanjiro denied. 'Maybe he's trying to get used to seeing you with shorter hair. Or maybe he's admiring your natural beauty Giyuu...'

Tanjiro was about to nod, it was both reasons but he stopped when Giyuu responded. 'Urokodaki-San... I appreciate the compliment but... I don't think I have a natural beauty...'

'Nonsense, you have always been a very tender and cheerful child, I have no doubt about that,' Giyuu again denied and looked to other side

Urokodaki sighed, it was not the first time that Giyuu put himself down, he thought that the haircut meant the beginning of a change, but apparently he was wrong.

'Well then, it looks like I need to apply my old methods...', Giyuu looked at him and started to giggle as he looked at Tanjiro. 'Ehehehe... Look at the time, I think visiting hours are over...'

'Of course not! Come on Giyuu-San! Come here!'

Tanjiro got up and sat Giyuu on his bed, there was no need to make as much effort as before, was there a possibility that that would be what Giyuu wanted? His red cheeks and nervous smile while watching them both move their fingers were what gave them the answer, it was so cute!

'Giyuu-San! We're not doing anything and you're already laughing hahahaha!'

'I know how! Sohohorry!', covered his blushing face with his haori.

'He's always been like this, he's unable to control it, I'm surprised that for a long time he managed to hide his emotion, and so you say you don't have something attractive, Giyuu?'

Giyuu shook his head, he didn't know which was worse, the anticipation or the "teasing" of his sensei and his friend. Tanjiro touched under his ribs and laughed when Giyuu squealed. 'If yohohohou aharehehe gohohoing to ehehehehe do it, do it ahahahahat ahahahahaha once! Buhuhut dohohon't tehahasehehe mehehe!'

'No ​​one is doing it, but if that's what you want...', Urokodaki began to pet Giyuu's neck, as if he were a puppy.

Giyuu didn't even try to shrug his shoulders or wrinkle his neck, what he tried was to keep his neck raised.

His efforts increased when Tanjiro began to use one of his fingers to run up and down his ribs, he didn't press too hard or too gently, but it was enough to make the raven-haired man laugh.

'Okahahahay! Plehasehehe! I ahahaha chahahangehehed my mhmhmh mihihind! Tahahanjiro! Urohokodahaki-Sahahan!'

'We will stop if you admit that you have a unique beauty', Giyuu tried to protest but he couldn't do it, he was "trapped".

Although he didn't seem to want that to stop anytime soon either, he was simply enjoying the situation and they both realized it.

'Awwww Giyuu-San! I thought you didn't like tickles but you are enjoying this! And don't try to deny it!'

'I dohohohon't! Yohohou knohohow ihihihit!'

'He's just a little shy... Well Giyuu? Are you ready to admit it?'

Again, Giyuu shook his head, but this time, Urokodaki knew the reason. He motioned for Tanjiro to stop and he agreed.

Giyuu gasped and looked at both of them, he knew it was a trick, but he still fell for it. 'W-why did they stop...?'

'Why do you think?', Giyuu's face turned completely red and he covered it, leaning back while pouting.

"I never asked you to stop..." was the last thing Giyuu mentioned before laughing again, maybe they should change their condition or maybe not...?

[tenthfloorghostgirl]

I need to stop trying on homme plisse and loewe

[realityescapee01]

sweetheart if you don't mind of course you can make me an imagine Fanfic Oneshot about Will Halstead and me pliss (let it be everything we talk about and everything I told you my information my entire bibliography also about my medical problem in my foot all the whole story and also be an eternal love and etc)? ❤️❤️😘😘🩺

An Eternal Love

Originally posted by fionagallaqher

Zaida took a deep breath as she checked her luggage again. Making sure she has everything she needed for when she gets to Chicago. What is Zaida going to do in Chicago, you asked? To fulfill her dream.

Zaida willed herself to sleep early so she would not be late for her flight tomorrow. 

Zaida alighted the taxi she got to get to the airport. She took a deep breath and walked excitedly into the airport. She was just in time for boarding. 

Settling in her seat in the plane, she feels excited and nervous as well. This would be her first visit to Chicago. 

For her dream.

Hours passed and the plane landed in Chicago.It’s quite a chilly weather there right now. Zaida did not expect. She clutched her cardigan tighter to herself and hailed a cab to go to Chicago Med.

She knows exactly where to go, at the emergency bays. Zaida always wanted to be a nurse and a  physiotherapist.

She walked towards the reception.

“Hi, good afternoon.”

“Hi. What can I do for you? Are you hear for a checkup? Please wait over there and I’d call you.” -receptionist

“No, uhm, actually I am looking for Doctor Halstead. Will Halstead.”

"Do you have an appointment?"

"Oh, no but-"

And then Will just walked in for the day. He greeted the receptionist and was making his way into the emergency area.

"Dr. Halstead, this young woman is looking for you."

Will stopped and looked at Zaida, who is having a rollercoaster of emotions right now, now that she's in front of Will.

Will looked at her from head to toe. "Okay. Come walk with me." Will guided Zaida into one of the emergency rooms.

"H-Hi." -Zaida finally spoke.

"Good morning, I didn't catch your name."

"Oh, My name is Zaida Torcuato Morgado."

"Ah, I hear a little accent there, Spanish?" -Will couldn't help but notice the cute accent. He had always loved the Spanish accent speaking English.

"Ah, yes. I just flew in from Spain.”

“Cómo estás” -Will tried his best Spanish he learned over the years.

Zaida smiled widely, here she is, in front of Will, and Will is doing his best to speak Spanish for her. “Estoy bien, gracias“

“Good. That’s good.” -Will smiled at her.

Zaida felt her heart thump. Skipped a beat. The love of her life, her dream, Will Halstead is finally in front of her.

“I saw you have a scar on your left foot. How about we look at that?” -Will

“Yes. Of course.” -Zaida 

Will helped her up onto the bed to sit. Will examined Zaida’s left foot. 

“How did you get this?” -Will was touching her foot.

Zaida began to tell the story of what happened to her foot. Turns out she was operated on while she was a baby because the doctor wanted her left foot to be at a certain angle. And it brought Zaida so much pain that she needed another surgery in 2015.

Zaida started to cry as she told the story. Will was sitting beside her by now, arm around her shoulders for comfort.

Zaida experienced a lot of hardships because of her left foot. There was a time she had them stitched but the stitches fell off. It was so painful. The operation in 2015 made her stay in the hospital for a month. She couldn’t walk. 

Zaida was crying inconsolably now. Will sat closer to her, cooing and muttering gentle and sweet words to calm her down.

Zaida continued. Mentioning she wasn’t given any painkillers. And it made her feel so much worse and hurt. Zaida was crying so much that she had some difficulty breathing.

Will was concerned. “Zaida, try to calm down, okay?” Will took his stethoscope to listen to Zaida’s heart.

“Will, my heart beats for you.” -Zaida confessed.

 Will was surprised at that.

“It may be a surprise for you, Will, but it is true. As you can hear my heart right now.”

Will blinked a bit and continued listening to Zaida’s heartbeat.

“I love you, Will. I cannot begin to describe how much I love you.”

Will felt Zaida’s sincerity and was so touched that someone loves him so much like this. 

Zaida was still crying a little so Will hugged her and let her head rest on his chest.

They stayed like that for a couple of minutes. Will let Zaida rest. She told her to lie down and take all the time she needs to calm down.

Will stared at Zaida. Will loved her brown eyes and her burgundy hair.

“Zaida? Will you wait for me? After my shift? I wanna get to know you better.”

“Y-Yes! Of course, Will.” -Zaida was ecstatic. 

Will smiled at her ever so gently. Will was paged for an emergency.

“Oh, I gotta go, Zaida. Wait for me, okay?”

“Yes.” -Zaida watched Will leave, smiling ear to ear.

Day went on fast, thankfully, and now Will is in the room, fetching Zaida out of there. 

They walked to his car and Will just noticed how thin Zaida’s cardigan is, not very suitable for the Chicago chill right now. 

So he offered her his jacket and carefully put it on her. Zaida was saying thank you a lot and blushing -which Will find to be very cute.

“Where are we going?” -Zaida asked as she got in Will’s car.

“It’s a surprise.” -Will smiled at her playfully.

They drove out of Med and towards a restaurant, a Spanish cuisine specialized restaurant. Zaida appreciated so much that Will thought of her so fondly to offer her food that would be a comfort to her, something of home.

Originally posted by halsteadlover

Zaida and Will talked a lot. Mostly Will asking questions about Zaida. Will is actually happy that Zaida seems to know a lot about him. Saving him from introducing himself over again. 

Will learned that Zaida did Karate.

“Really? That’s amazing.” -Will

“Yes. I reached orange belt actually.” 

Zaida continued telling stories about her Karate days. She felt so happy and nostalgic about it. Will noticed how she suddeny lit up. Her smiles and laughter and little giggles. Will was smitten. Zaida was so pure.

“...oh, and also, I wanted to be a nurse and a physiotherapist.” -Zaida revelead.

“Really? That would be amazing. I’m sure you’d be great at it, Zaida. You’ll brighten up any patient’s day for sure. Just like how you brightened up mine today.”

“O-Ohh, Will.” -Zaida blushed hard.

Will giggled at that. “Well, looks like the restaurants is closing. Let’s get out of here.”

Will settled their bill and drove home, taking Zaida with her. He wanted to talk more and more with her. 

“Excuse my humble apartment.” -Will laughed a little as he let Zaida inside.

“Oh, it’s not that bad.” -Zaida laughed as well.

Will asked her to sit on the couch and turned on the TV, told her to feel at home as he went to the kitchen to get some juice.

“I didn’t ask, how long are you staying here?” -Will said as he handed fresh juice to Zaida.

“Oh, I actually didn’t plan that ahead.” -Zaida sheepishly grinned.

“Oh, spontaneous, huh? I love that.” -Will then asked some more questions to Zaida and they talked more.

As the night deepened, Will had his mind made up.

“You didn’t plan on how long you’d stay here, so I’d take it you didn’t plan where you’d stay too?”

“Y-yeah.” 

“Well, you could stay here. With me.”

“R-Really?”

“Yes.”

“Sure!” 

The night went on filled with happy talks, smiles, and laughter until the two decided the night is done.

Originally posted by funesgoal

Will and Zaida went to sleep, hugging each other.

Zaida looked up at Will again, happy. She had her head on his chest. 

Zaida went to sleep with a smile on her face, Will Halstead, her dream, finally came true. 

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[pojokceritasblog]

Mulai hari ini aku mau coba kembali hal-hal yang sudah pernah aku coba untuk menjadikan diri ini lebih tenang,,, Jurnaling!

Emang bener selama ini aku denial, aku tuh anaknya bosenan, ga konsisten .. segala pengen dicoba, klo udh bosen, tinggalin,, coba hal baru lagi,, se-haus itu jiwa petualang kamu??

Akhirnya aku mengerti kenapa aku ga pernah merasa puas, karena aku selalu mencari-cari hal yang hanya abisa mem-validasi pikiran dan perasaan aku,, sampai kapan kamu berpetualang? aku rasa kamu gakan terus-terusan kaya gini kan man?

Apa yang kamu cari? jangan-jangan selama ini kamu belum berdamai dengan diri kamu sendiri?? kamu belum memaafkan semua kepedihan yang telah terjadi sebelumnya?

makanya kamu ga pernah bisa sabar, ga bisa ikhlas, karena kamu sendiri,, kamu tidak menggunakan akal untuk menjalani kehidupan kamu,, tapi hanya hawa nafsu!!

ambisius untuk mendapatkan apa yang kamu mau, apa yang ingin kamu capai, demi apa? hanya demi pengakuan dan validasi dari orang lain kan??? cuma pengen kamu diakui..

Buat apa kamu terus memelihara kesombombongan kamu?? sampai kapan? samapai mana? pliss stop it man!!

[drizzlekinky]

Adu nasib

Sepertinya ini penyakit berbahaya. Mulai menyelimuti ketika ada orang lain yang mengeluh. Dimulai dari "gak apa-apa" berakhir dengan kalimat "aku aja..." Atau "kalo aku...."

Rasanya tidak elok mengadu nasib pada orang yang sedang tidak baik baik saja. Kadang gak apa-apa -nya kita itu bisa jadi apa-apa buat orang lain. Jadi pliss stop adu nasib berkedok menenangkan hati. Semua orang punya strugglenya masing dalam berproses.

Sebenarnya tulisan ini kubuat khusus untuk diriku. Sebagai pengingat bahwa aku tidak boleh berlomba kesusahan dengan orang lain atau sengaja membiarkan mereka mundur dengan kalimat penenang ku "gak apa apa". Semua orang itu harus maju, apapun kondisinya.

Kalo diingat ingat kenapa kita terlena adu nasib adalah ketika kita merasa diri kita lebih sengsara. Inilah masalahnya, merasa paling terpuruk tapi pas suda bangkit merasa paling yang tertinggi. Nauzubillah. Kurang kurangin lah sobat untuk hal yang tidak elok ini. Banyakin bersyukur untuk diri sendiri cukup. Bukan malah membanding bandingkan

[hanadeulsed]

I think i've seen this film before, and I didn't like the ending.

Aku udah tau bagaimana ini akan berakhir, tapi kenapa aku masih bertahan :"), kenapa tidak rela kalau2 bakal selesai.

Aku paham betul kalo kita ga bakal jadi pasangan, ga bakal sampai kesitu, entah apa aku posisinya yg jelas tidak se spesial itu, aku paham betulll itu, tapi kenapa tidak mau lepas.

Kenapa selalu mengulang cerita yg sama, kenapa ga pernah belajar dari kesalahan?

Ingat ini yaaa "dia ga pernah mikirin kamu, disaat kamu harap2 di chat sama dia, dia lagi chattan 24/7 sama pacarnya. Ada wanita yg dia usahakan dann itu bukan kamu! plis banget itu bukan kamu. Jadi stop. Tolong banget buat stop."

Kamu paham kenapa bukan kamu, kenapa kalian ga mungkin bareng kamu paham alasannya apa.

Yun, kamu bukan anak umur 20 tahun, kamu hampir 30 tahun sekarang, tolong be wise. Katanya kamu mau mencintai diri sendiri, buktikan!

Umur udah di ujung 20 tahunan udah saatnya ga mikirin hal2 ga penting, ga buang2 waktu buat orang yg ga nganggap kamu bahkan, dan itu bukan salah dia.

Jadi tolong lepas yun, lepas perasaan itu. Kamu berharga tanpa harus sama orang lain, kamu bakal tetap bahagia, bakal tetap hidup. Jadi pliss, lepas yaa :)).