#this would’nt have been the worst thing in the world

[happyheidi]

𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦

[dreamkidddream]

I really enjoyed your writing on the ADA members with a younger sibling like partner <33 I was wondering if you could write the same scenario but with Chuuya and Fyodor? Except the younger partner in question has a rough past and cheery/joking personality similar to Dazai(?) I'm super excited to see more of your writing!! c:

Hi anon! Thank you for the compliment and for reading (here’s the scenario for those that want to read it)! The only difference is that instead of this reader being pure, they’re going to be like a mini Dazai (or at least similar to him). One change that I did make was that Reader isn’t as suicidal as Dazai (ie. constantly trying to find a way to end their life), but Reader is ready to go whenever and wherever, whether it’s on their terms or not. Reader is gender neutral and hope you enjoy!

Also ayyyeeee my first time writing for Fyodor! Hope I did him justice cause his part took a while lol

TW: Mentions of suicide, dark moments (Reader is a bit sadistic, but nothing graphic is mentioned) small spoilers for Dark Era arc and Season 3

Acting as a Younger Sibling with a Rough Past and Personality Similar to Dazai with: Chuuya and Fyodor

Chuuya

Well he was extremely disturbed to say the least. Okay extremely may be over exaggerating, but the way you acted got underneath his skin bad

You reminded him too much of Dazai, minus the suicide attempts and the animosity towards him. Although that didn’t stop the morbid jokes from happening

“Hey Chu-Chu, what did the librarian say to the guy that wanted to check out a book on how to commit suicide?”

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that!-“

“Go away, you’re not going to bring it back. HA! A knee slapper, am I right?”

He wondered if Dazai got to you first like he did Akutagawa, and if he did, that was just another reason to strangle him

You were his partner, and you were young. So seeing the way you interacted with everyone and everything with such a pessimistic attitude while still being cheery was alarming

Not to mention how easy it is for you to just readily accept death at every turn. You’re the literal embodiment of “guess I’ll die” and it drives Chuuya up the wall every time

He remembers the one time an enemy held you hostage how you were so cheerful to finally be rid of this joke you called a life, and that you told the guy who was holding a gun to your head to “put it between the eyes, it looks 10x better that way.” And “don’t be afraid to blow my brains out either! But you do you, but I think it’s a rather stylistic choice if I do say so myself.”

The man thought you were trying to distract him at first, but when he figured out that you were serious he honestly got so nervous he was ready to just let you go and suggest therapy lmao

After he handled the situation, he took you directly under his wing. Sure, you were already his partner, but he was really going to look out for you including outside of work. If it meant that he had to “babysit” you, then oh well

Plus he didn’t want to face Mori if he just let you die while under his care

You realized what he was trying to do when you two would go off to “collect information” and would be doing the complete opposite. “Hey, I’m kinda hungry, let’s take a break and grab a bite to eat.”

“I thought we had to get this info back to Mori ASAP. Not that I care if he’s mad, he’s been holding out on me and this is the perfect way to take revenge.”

“Holding out how?”

“I told him that since he’s a doctor he would be the perfect teacher to show me some new techniques.”

“...on?”

“Torturing, duh! My methods are getting kinda stale, and I do want to perfect my craft after all. I want to be good at something before I kick the bucket, Chu.”

Poor man is honestly in so much distress because of you please help him

And the way you interacted with the other members was both entertaining and horrifying to watch at times. Majority of the time, you were this happy go lucky kid with a dark sense of humor (you still made people smile, although sometimes it was tense or apprehensive, but whatever a smile is still a smile). But when you were having a bad day or a mission was going wrong, everyone knew to steer clear of you.

A new recruit tried to cheer you up one day, telling you that “it could always be worse”. You then got pulled into the office with a very angry Chuuya and a mildly disappointed Mori.

Chuuya finally had enough after months of this occurred. It was like a never ending cycle: except your behavior was getting increasingly more reckless and dangerous. It was driving him crazy trying to figure out why you were this way and if it was any way to snap you out of it

He wasn’t a stranger to death, he’s seen it with his own two eyes, end even killed people with his bare hands. But the huge difference between you two is that he didn’t particularly enjoy killing, if it had to be done then he had no problems doing so; it comes with the job y’know? But with you, you took actual pleasure in killing. It filled you with a sick sense of glee, and it even made his stomach turn

The bond between you two grew from just a typical work relationship (as far as working in the mafia goes). He knew that from underneath your rather concerning persona, you were just troubled. Someone or something made you this way, and while he had his own troubles growing up, he was able to deal with it and overcome his issues. It just seemed like you just...gave in to yours. And it made him feel pity for you.

You didn’t mind Chuuya at all. You actually liked being his partner! He was pretty much the only person that you didn’t feel a need to harm or kill. And he was fun to be around, when he wasn’t being such a party pooper (I mean what’s the point of being in the mafia when you can’t purposely spill some blood every now and then for fun?). The only thing you didn’t like was how he would try and get you to talk about your past. You honestly didn’t see a point in it, it’s called the past for a reason, why didn’t he understand that?!

But no matter how many times you would shut down or try to change the subject, he would always try again, and again, and again. It was very annoying. And you didn’t like to talk about it. Why didn’t Chuuya understand that?!

Eventually, his pestering worked. One day after a rough mission when he had to patch you up, you opened up to him. You didn’t immediately tell him everything, but you gave him small insights to what happened, to what lead you to be this way

You could tell that he was grateful that he was finally getting somewhere with you. And you yourself was surprised that your dynamic didn’t change. He didn’t look at you with sympathy in his eyes, he didn’t baby you, he wasn’t disgusted by you, everything was normal. The only difference is that Chuuya told you that it was okay to talk to him, and that you shouldn’t be scared to approach him (psh you scared, yeah okay)

Chuuya felt like a weight lifted off his shoulders once you opened up. You were still a bit sadistic (but you did tone it back after the recruit incident, and after you saw how repulsed he looked, so you just did everything behind closed doors now) and had your cheery persona on, but it felt a little bit more real now. It felt genuine. It gave him a good feeling to see some spark in your eyes instead of the full he felt himself getting used to. And he would never say it to you, but it also gave him a warm feeling with him being your role model (you knew but didn’t want to burst his bubble yet)

Your change wasn’t very noticeable at first, but that’s okay. No one needed to know, it was fine with just you and Chuuya. You still felt the desire to just be done with life, but it wasn’t your focus whenever you were with him. You hadn’t made peace with your past yet, but you felt you could one day with him by your side. He was someone that you didn’t knew you needed (or wanted to admit to), but it worked out in the end. You had doubts that you could or would ever change, but if you did, growing to be someone like Chuuya would’nt be the worst possible outcome

Plus, whenever he did run into Dazai with his new sidekick, he is 10000% bragging about how much better and cooler you are, with him being the superior between them both. He can’t WAIT till you guys can whoop their ass

Fyodor

Well weren’t you such an interesting character

To see someone as young as you ready to just leave this world in an abrupt way was intriguing, and he realized that he could use this to his advantage. Maybe even give you something to gain in exchange

He found you hiding inside a disgusting abandoned building (a fitting place for a rat if he would say so himself), drenched in blood. Fyodor didn’t necessarily care why, but he was curious about one thing: why were you smiling? Your eyes were so lifeless, yet here you were smiling so bright, as if you weren’t covered in someone’s blood

Fyodor found himself smiling down at you. Did you think he was prey, that he was going to be your next target? He wanted you to try, he wanted to see what you were really capable of

“Tell me, what is going to be your next move? Do you wish to attack me?”

“If you do something that I don’t like, then yes, that’s the plan. Why are you here Mister? You wanna have some fun too?”, your smile turned into a smirk, twirling your very sharp knife in your hand. “You’re not even from here, so why are you trying to bother such an innocent kid like me?”

He matched your smirk, “You are from innocent, child, even a blind man can see that. To see just how full of sin you are. This wasn’t your first atrocity that you committed nor would it be your last. Which is a shame, it might be too late for me to cleanse you of your filth.”

Oh, he was going to be very amusing to mess with. But you weren’t stupid. Something wasn’t right with this man. No one would walk up to someone with copious amounts of blood on them, holding a weapon that caused said blood, while berating them about being “full of sin”. What was his ability? Did he have people with him? Was the building surrounded or booby trapped? These questions swirled around your head, all while he just kept smirking at you. He was pissing you off, who the hell did he think he was?

But you kept your anger at bay, plastering a cheerful smile on your face. “Sin? Cleanse me of my filth? I guess I do kinda stink but who exactly do you think you are, some type of God?”

“That’s exactly what I am. I’m here to free this world from this wretched curse that has been brought upon.”

...huh? Did-did he escape from the asylum or something? Did he seriously believe himself to be a God (not even a prophet but an actual God)? Seeing your confusion, he continued on, “The curse of ability users. They plague this Earth, and they need to be eliminated.”

“Why is that? What’s wrong with having abilities? Hellooooo, some people’s abilities are actually pretty cool! If you just have a terrible ability, it’s your problem, not the world-“

“Why not let me show you why it’s indeed a curse?”

“And how would you do that? You must be crazy if you think I’m going anywhere with you. I may be dangerous but I’m not dumb!”

“You poor, misguided soul.”, he tutted at you. “Look at where you have ended up at. These people with these so called “cool abilities” have failed you, have they not? Yet you still idolize them, not believing that they are the reason for your misfortunes. If they were truly your idols, they wouldn’t have left you to fend for yourself, to live among the rats. They left you to rot, do you not see that?”

He was hitting too close to home, he was getting too personal, too close. He didn’t know you at all, you’re a complete stranger to him, but why did his words hold some truth to them?

“Come with me, and I will prove to you first hand why this has to be done.”, he was now physically close to you, staring you deep into your eyes. “It would be such a waste for you to die without knowing the truth, wouldn’t you agree?”

You didn’t have much, he wasn’t wrong. But if he could take you somewhere with real food and not scraps you had to fight to find, and to have real shelter, then fine. You agreed. And if you felt that something was up, you’ll just kill him, run away, or both

After he took you away, he kept to his word. It seemed like he was really was telling the truth, you getting first-hand experience like he promised. It was scary that he was right, but you were also indebted to him. He not only allowed you to live in luxury (at least it was luxury to you considering what you had before), but he opened your eyes to what the true problem is. He gave your life a new purpose. If you two were able to successfully complete his goal, then your problems would be gone forever right? You would finally be able to feel a sense of peace, and you can’t wait till that could happen

You and Fyodor, after he opened your eyes, bonded easier than in the beginning. You were smart enough to not fully trust him after leaving with him, but after just a couple of pulled strings to cause certain things to happen, you slowly melted and molded into the way that he planned. You would be an excellent pawn in his grand plan, and you would do well in keeping him entertained at the same time

You were a joyful child, even when carrying out his dirty work, you did so gleefully. After joining the Rats in the House of the Dead, you tried to spread that joy among the other members. They didn’t find it very amusing, but you didn’t care and neither did Fyodor. You were far too important to let go of now

You were always by him, it seemed. Always in the same space, whether he was planning his next move, and playing the cello, you were always there with this look of awe directed at him. Every time he would catch you staring, he would simply chuckle and softly reprimand you about, “how rude it is to stare, but you simply can’t help it.”

He even taught you how to play the cello!

You sounded terrible but practice makes perfect

As time went on and the end goal seeming to be closing in, he came to see you as more than just an expendable tool. He found out about your past, but simply proved to you once again why you two had to make sure the curse was ridden as soon as possible. No one wanted a repeat of what happened to you to happen to anyone else, so the mission had to be success. Failure was not an option

Fyodor didn’t see himself as a cruel man towards you. He just didn’t mince his words and he made sure that you were dealing with the truth, and not some lie that was attempted to be twisted as reality. If anything, that was the way that he showed that he held some compassion for you, he wasn’t willing to let you be lead astray from the truth again, not while he was here. You had somehow wiggled your way into his mind, where he had been accepting of your close bond, and he took that into consideration

Once his goal is achieved and he has truly made his place known as a God, he’ll make sure that you gain your rightful place among him as well. You were worthy in Fyodor’s eyes, and as long as nothing came in between your bond and the end goal, then everything will work out. He will make sure of that.

[weakeninghope]

Thunderstorm

Pairing: Ash Lynx/Eiji Okumura

Rating: Teen

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Summary:   Ash started noticing a pattern in his life that would often repeat itself: every time that something bad was about to happen, the sky would darken and a storm came. It had been like that since that mournful night of Halloween and that ill-fated day in Cape Cod. It happened too the last night they spent at Cape Cod, the night of Shorter’s death and the night he confessed Eiji how he felt about himself and had a breakdown in front of him.

Notes: Heyo! sorry, I haven't posted anything in a while ;; I was out for holidays, but I wrote a fic in Spanish for a dear friend and then I thought about translating it so I could share it here. I'm really proud of this fic so please read it and tell me how you feel about it! I'm also really hyped for the valentines exchange, I signed up for the event this time heheAlso as I said before, this work was originally written in Spanish, it's 2AM here in Spain and I've ended the translation in a rush, I'll beta the work tomorrow, please forgive me for the mistakes and typos ;;comments and kudos are much appreciated! <3 you can talk to me via Twitter @Shirotxpoison

fic under the cut!

“Are you sure about going trick or treating tonight?” Aslan asked. The blonde wasn’t entirely satisfied with the idea that his friends had had (he was prepared for the occasion anyway despite feeling a little bit doubtful, wearing a big pumpkin mask and a white sheet on to look like a ghost.)

Yes, it was Halloween, but the weather didn’t look inviting and his older brother had always warned him that when rain and thunderstorms threatened to come, the best that could be done waas staying home. It was better not to risk oneself unnecessarily. Aslan was going to be home alone, though, because Griffin was at the workshop and it looked like he wasn’t going to come back until 10 at night. There were times in which his brother would return home late and Aslan felt lonely, but he knew that Griffin was going to come back. He always came back and gave him a hug, then they talked for a while and the older would tell him stories and tales before going to sleep.

“Of course! It’s Halloween tonight, it’s the best time of the year for trick or treating!” Wendy exclaimed -one of his friends, the boldest person he knew. Wendy was one of those people that would often butt heads with everyone and that more often than not, put her nose into other people’s businesses. In plenty of occasions, the gang was going to meet to play around the town but the plan had to be postponed because Wendy was grounded for having said or done something inappropriate. At least, Aslan was relieved because his friend hadn’t suggested going some place abandoned to look for ghosts.

Aslan didn’t know to what extent he should follow Wendy and his other two friends, but Griffin wasn’t home and even though Jennifer was really kind -she had always been- and that she’d surely serve him a delicious dish of his favorite food, there was something in the way; his father. He didn’t want to see him. Aslan didn’t trust him. He had heard him scolding Griffin more than once and he didn’t want that to happen; he despised witnessing someone treating his brother badly. Anyway, he decided that he’d rather follow his friends in their nightly excursion than being home alone. At the end of the day and in spite of the predictions of the women in town (they said there was going to be a storm that night, and the black, menacing clouds weren’t inviting to think otherwise), there wasn’t raining at the moment.

The gang was formed by Wendy, Jack, Mary and Aslan himself. They were walking all around Cape Cod, their hometown, which was threatened by heavy rain -not that Aslan’s friends minded- in search of candy. Generally, people would gladly open the door of their houses for them and abide to their requests. In that town, everyone knew everyone and Aslan was such a good boy that everyone, mostly the town’s women, loved him and held him dearly. On the other hand, though, there was some people that didn’t even open the door. There had always been that kind of people, too, they were more reserved and weren’t as welcoming as the local shops’ owners.

After a while, it was almost 10 at night and  Aslan had a great idea (he would lately regret it, though) of hiding in the small woods near his house to scare his brother when he left the workshop. He then timidly said goodbye to his friends and took his leave, going to the forest. Once he got there, he hid behind a tree and waited patiently.

Anyone would feel afraid in that situation, but not Aslan, he was a brave boy and one of his baseball coach’s favorites. He really admired a respected this man with his whole heart. It was starting to rain, and in the quiet scenario on the forest some noises could be heard; some birds tweeting and flying, the leaves being moved and swayed by the ever growing wind. It was indeed an eerie situation and Aslan was starting to feel uneasy.

Suddenly, Aslan shuddered; he felt something creeping upon his back; he had gotten caught on a tree branch, and that was the breaking point. He was starting to feel afraid. Maybe he shouldn’t have left the group? What if Griffin got angry at him? No, no. Ten o clock must be close. He just had to wait patiently. Nothing was going to happen, everything was alright.

And he did wait calmly until the first thunder struck in the distance and the rain started soaking the floor, splashing his feet with  mud. Thunder and lighting were coming closer and closer and their intensity was growing; Aslan was soaking wet and shivering because of the cold. The boy couldn’t hold it in anymore; he turned around and saw what it looked like a giant pumpkin staggering his way. And then he started crying and left the place in a rush. He luckily found his brother in his way home (which he had set out intuitively). Nothing went wrong that night. Griffin just combed his brother’s hair with his hand, put himself at his height and gave him a kiss in the forehead while whispering that everything was okay.

But little did Aslan know about the disgraces looming over him such as those menacing clouds.

Aslan kept shivering. He definitely didn’t like storms. They made him uncomfortable.

He started hating them with his very being that il-omended day in which his baseball coach forcefully took him to his house and didn’t let him escape until the man had satisfied his lascivious and selfish desires. That day, thunders sounded and felt worse than ever. The lightning reflected all the fears and all the panic that Aslan had inside him.

That was the worst experience of his life, but it wasn’t going to be the last one.

--

Ash hated a few things, it was normal to do so in his world, he didn’t like almost anything, but above everything else, he detested ruthless killers who murdered innocent people, strident noises, pumpkins and darkness. Dark things in general.

That’s what he had believed during his whole life until he met Eiji Okumura, a Japanese boy with jet black eyes and dark hair who gave off naiveté and innocence, something not recomendable at all in Ash’s world. However, Ash felt something indescriptible awaken when his jade green eyes came into contact with the other boy’s black ones.

That day, the boy entered the bar where Ash’s gang used to meet, accompanied by a photographer who was in charge of a report about them (it was a kind of favour that they’d do him because he was Charlie’s friend, and Ash also took benefits from that because their gang would be left alone for a while). It could be said that that boy wasn’t someone that would stand out, he was a simple boy who was there to assist his boss. But there was something in him that ignited something in Ash, that made him focus his entire self in the dark-haired, and the second that they locke gazes on each other, Ash felt that this boy called Eiji wouldn’t be just a temporary figure in his life like everyone, or almost everyone was.

At that point of his life, Ash didn’t believe in things such as permanency, but there was something weird and magical about the way that guy approached Ash, knowing perfectly what he was getting himself into, and asked him if he could hold his gun. That lit a spark in Ash’s insides that wouldn’t fade away for a long, long time. At first, Ash thought that he would only see Eiji that day; that the Japanese would only be there for a few pictures (not of Ash’s face, he made clear that his face wouldn’t appear in any of them. He hated the way those degenerates would do horrible things to him with that camera. Just thinking of it made Ash want to throw up). However, when he recieved a call from Shorter warning him about Arthur’s intentions, everything became messed up.

Skip grabbed Eiji’s hand strongly and took him straight to the secret passageway. Great mistake. They  had fallenin the enemy’s trap and that would brim them fatal consequences.

Shit. Now he would have to save a stranger? Ash thought. Nevertheless, he didn’t falter and followed Skip and Eiji. Deep inside his heart, Ash knew he didn’t regret doing it. And that he would’nt.

That day and for the first time in a long while, Ash witnessed something he even forgot that existed; flying. He saw Eiji being swayed by the wind like a feather, freely, without anywhere to go, without being bound t a cruel and miserable life like his own.

That day, Ash Lynx could see that there was still some life in his dark, dark life.

That day, Ash Lynx knew that Eiji Okumura was special.

--

Life at prison was as dull as life on the streets. He’d encounter the same, at the end of the day; people wanting to take advantage of him. Ah was tired of being holed up there; he didn’t expect the law to protect him -for he had ignored it his whole life- but he did believe in what was fair and what it wasn’t, and that wasn’t far at all. Ash hadn’t kille Marvin.

Besides, he was fed up with Max Lobo, his inmate, who tried to be his best-friend of some sorts. He just wanted to get the hell out of there. He needed a plan and he needed it as soon as possible; and that plan could only be useful if he let himself be used by Garvey and his lackeys.

When he finally ended up in the hospital (unfortunately enough, that was the only way out. He had to make sure that those assholes -Dino’s followers- didn’t put their dirty hands on that little jar with white powder that Steven thompson game him) he saved the capsule for putting it the note inside it later. Now he just had to wait until he could see Eiji.

The following day finally came and with it, the long-awaited visit hours; Ash didn’t hesitate and started his plan. He had to move with agility and stop waiting. In his chest, his heart was beating with strength, as if it was going to leave it. Anticipation coursed through his veins and anxiety filled his body. He knew he was going to steal Eiji’s first kiss, and he felt partly sorry and partly… proud? but it was not as if he had any other option.

Ash’s heart started beating stronger when Eiji entered the room and his black eyes widened when he saw him; time seemed to stop when Eiji told the American that he was glad to see him and to make sure that he was alright, that everything was okay, that he would make it out of jail alive. That was when Ash thought he had to start acting. After a few minutes of chatter with Ibe-san and the other, Ash put an arm behind Eiji’s neck (maybe he shouldn’t enjoy the closeness with Eiji as much as he was enjoying it, but fuck it).

“Thanks for coming to see me, Eiji.” Ash said as he got up from his seat and brought Eiji to the exit.

Now.

“Come alone next time, okay?” Ash said with the softest voice he could muster, and that was partly, and just partly intentional.

And that was when he did it. He slid his hands through Eiji’s reddish cheeks, caressing every inch of his skin with his fingertips, enjoying the moment way too much until, slowly, he closed the distance between Eiji and himself. Their lips touched an Ash felt fireworks go off behind his head, and for the first time in his life, he didn’t particularly mind the noise, he just focused on cautiously moving his lips against Eiji’s and then he licked the seam of the Japanese’s lips before Eiji parted them. He successfully put the pill in Eiji’s mouth and then they separated, not before Ash giving Eiji a determined gaze, which the other seemed to answer.

Ash was mesmerized. He couldn’t have enjoyed it that much, he felt so confused. Eiji’s lips were too soft, his tongue too, Eiji’s shyness was too adorable; everything was too much for him, everything had been too much since the day he saw Eiji flying, so he decided to play off his amazement with a playful squeeze to Eiji’s ass. He wasn’t allowed to show the smallest sign of nervousness. It wasn’t a moment to back off, so with that indescriptible warmness in his chest, Ash left.

--

The day he met Eiji, Ash had the feeling that they would be together for a long time -which hurt him a little bit because everyone who stayed with him ended up hurt in the end-. Well, turns out he was right, quite a lot of time had passed since the first time they  met and they were still together. Together.

Eiji hadn’t left his life. Eiji had seen in which kind of world Ash live and what kind of things he could do and had decided to stay with him, he even went to Cape Cop with him, Shorter, Max and the other to look for Griffin’s documents.

Ash remembers Eiji’s shameful demeanor and attitude then he told him that he couldn’t accomplish his mission, and he also remembers hoe the boy was as determined as to look for alternative and look for Doctor Meredith himself.

Eiji was gaining Ash’s trust spending days with him and with everything he did, but he knew that that had to end soon. He had to go to Japan soon and their paths should never cross again. He had been thinking about that when they arrived to Cape Cod, after he had to -sadly- talk to Jim fucking Callenreese.

When night came, Ash lay down with his blanket as he listened to the rain fall, and in a few minutes, he fell into deep sleep. He dreamt about Halloween night, about the day that the baseball coach abused himm and he suddenly was alone in the middle of a thunderstorm, and there wasn’t anyone near him.

He was like in the middle of some thick, thick fog; he screamed and shouted but no one answered, he moved through the rain and lighting looking for anything to grab onto until…

Eiji?

He thought he saw Eiji’s figure at the porch of his house in Cape Cop; he looked like an angel, like something unreachable, but he still reached his hand to clasp Eiji’s.

But he didn’t reach. They couldn’t touch.

They never could.

“Eiji!” Ash shouted, waking up all of a sudden. It looked like he hadn’t waken anyone up, so he decided to go out at the porch to breathe a little bit; he needed to be alone.

Ash proceeded with caution, he didn’t want to wake Shorter up accidentally (the fucked had bad temper when he woke up) and went to the porch.

And then he saw him, his back facing Ash, illuminated by the lighting. He looked ethereal, unreachable, as he was in the dream. But that time he was truly there, and Ash was thankful for it from the bottom of his heart. The blond tooka few steps and positioned himself by his side, Eiji turned his head and saw him.

“Oh, Ash. Can’t sleep?” Eiji softly Asked.

“Not exactly.” The American answered.

“Your forehead looks sweaty. Have you had a nightmare?”

Score. Eiji had nailed it.

“You could say I did.”

“It’s okay, Ash, it was only a dream.” Eiji said as he rubbed his haind in Ash’s shouldder for a few seconds, though he later retired it as if he had been burn. “Do you want to be alone?” He asked.

“No!” Ash exclaimed. “It’s not that.” He turned his head with a surprised expression. “Don’t leave.” Ash whispered.

“Okay, okay.” Eiji chuckled, and Ash started calming down. “I’m not going anywhere, Ash.”

Something in the way he said his name was like a blanket of warmth that surrounded Ash. Eiji himself was the embodiment of softness and delicacy; for the first time in his life, Ash had something like that, and it was the best feeling in the world. But he was afraid.

“I’m afraid of storms. Have been since I was a kid. I’ve had a nightmare about one and when I woke up, I heard thunders in the distance, and I’ve panicked.” Ash confessed without explaining himself further; he didn’t tell Eiji the whole story, but he couldn’t lie either. Not to him.

“I see. Then I understand why you’ve woken up so jumpy.” Eiji’s hand was on Ash’s shoulder again, and even though the former didn’t enjoy intimacy and rejected physical contact, he didn’t complain. He didn’t have a reason to.

“I guess. And what are you doing here?” Ash asked, curious.

“I couldn’t sleep. I had a lot to think about, mostly after that conversation we had this afternoon.” Eiji confessed, his voice sounded kinda sad.

His expression looked gloomy, and it didn’t look good on him, Ash thought. And it was all because of him. The blond thought that after having drunk his regrets away they would have left along with the alcohol coursing through his veins, but it looked otherwise. There they were.

“Eiji… I…”

“Shhh. It’s okay.” Eiji reassured.

At some moment of the conversation, Eiji’s hand had followed its wat and had clasped Ash’s. Eiji’s hand was soft and smaller than his own, it wasn’t calloused for holding a gun and his fingers weren’t as agile and long as their own, but still, it was lovely and warm, he loved it. Ash squeezed and immediately felt his warmth.

That night, Ash and Eiji stayed together in silence, communicating via hand squeezes every time a thunder broke their silence and a lightning bolt lit the tempestuous and stirred up sky of Cape Cod.

Ash woke up at the break of dawn and realized (not only for his growing neck ache) that he had fallen asleep in Eiji’s shoulder. A little bit ashamed, he moved aside and woke his companion up, who, flustered and red to the tip of his ears, stood up suddenly and left quickly to woke the others up, since they had stuff to take care of.

Ash hadn’t slept that well for ages.

--

Ash started noticing a pattern in his life that would often repeat itself: every time that something bad was about to happen, the sky would darken and a storm came. It had been like that since that mournful night of Halloween and that ill-fated day in Cape Cod. It happened too the last night they spent at Cape Cod, the night of Shorter’s death and the night he confessed Eiji how he felt about himself and had a breakdown in front of him.

But those last days and nights, Eiji had always been there to grasp his hand and make sure that everything was alright.

But Ash was afraid of another storm coming and Eiji not being there to calm him. He had come to get used to having him way to close. Maybe Blanca was right and he just selfishly wanted Eiji to assuage his feelings of loneliness.

Eiji, on the contrary, had other things to say about the matter. For Eiji, protecting Ash was his number one priority He wanted to protect him of pumpkins, of storms -as long as Ash protected him from moths-

but, above all, he wanted to protect him from himself.

That’s what it said on Eiji’s letter, Eiji’s last words to Ash before returning to Japan.

That day on december there wasn’t a storm, it was snowing, and Ash felt the cold running through his bones while he slid through the snow to reach the airport. As he was running, he thought he saw Sing hitting Lao in an alley, but honestly, he gave a flying fuck. He had other things to worry about.

When he arrived at the airport, Eiji wasn’t there. But it didn’t matter. they would meet each other again soon.

It was about time that Ash let himself be loved.

--

“Another storm?” Ash ironically asked as he pulled his t-shirt off. “Izumo just knows this kind of weather or what?”

“It’s June, which means monsoon, which means more rain and more storms.” Eiji clicked his tongue at Ash. “I thought you’d maybe read it in one of those books about Japan you read at the library.

Fuck! So Eiji observed him while he was in the library. Damn it… They had beed together in Japan since february, and despite all those months they spent together, Ash still couldn’t believe that Eiji was his boyfriend, That Eiji was with him, safe, alive, and far from any danger. That Ash himself was alive. That it wasn’t temporary that Death hasn’t chasing him anymore.

For Ash, the most important thing in the world was Eiji’s safety. And the world seemed to listen to him for once, for they didn’t leave in separate worlds anymore. Eiji was right. Their souls would always be together.

They would always be together. Forever.

“Shut up and come here.” Ash let go as he patted the space besides him in the bed. He was seated in Eiji’s bed and it was time to sleep already.

“You think I’m going to listen to some brat?” Eiji snapped.

“Come on, Big Bro, you really don’t want me to open the window so a moth makes it in.” Ash raised an eyebrow, he knew Eiji really well.

Eiji crossed his room and sat by Ash’s side.

“The only thing that’s gonna make it in if I open the window is water. Let me remind you that it’s raining.” Eiji answered while playfully hitting Ash’s shoulder.

“Okay, seriously. Are we gonna sleep? I don’t want you to tremble because of the storm.”

And then no one said a thing, the room turned completely silent. Ash looked away from Eiji.

“I-I’m sorry! Forgive me, Ash, I know you’re afraid of storms because… I didn’t want to…”

“Eiji, It’s okay. Thanks to you I’m… getting over it.” Ash said trying to calm his boyfriend, he didn’t want to bother him.. He hated that Eiji could feel bad about something. There were times in which they had this kind of misunderstandings, in other occasions, their make out sessions escalated quickly and they turned more heated than expected, which ended in a line that Ash wasn’t ready to cross just yet, but Eiji was always gentle and knew what to do when he was about to panic, and just as Eiji knew, Ash also knew how to calm Eiji. He was always there for him.

“But it has been horrible, I shouldn’t have said it, I don’t want to say anything to bother you, Ash. You know you’re the most important thing for me. And that you’re always gonna be.” Eiji stated. Ash’s heart skipped a beat.

“Eiji…”

“Ash. I said the truth when I told you that I’d always be with you and I said the truth now, too.” Eiji said as his hand crossed the bed and clasped Ash’s. They now were looking at each other closely.

“Eiji, you know? when I’m with you I feel that I can be a good person.” Ash confessed with all the love he could fit into a sentence. Because that’s what he felt for Eiji.

Love.

“Ash, you’ve always been. Your fear don’t define you.” Eiji said as he came close to Ash.

“You’re wonderful, Eiji.” Ash said. He truly believed it. He had always believed.

“Not at all. I’m unremarkable.”

“Never said that about yourself.” Ash said in a serious demeanor.

“Then you never tell me again that you want to be something you already are.”

“What if we stop talking?” Ash sweetly asked. His hands travelled upwards until they found Eiji’a face.

Eiji nodded his face and their lips joined. Ash had been kissing Eiji for months and he was still getting used to the feeling of having his boyfriend that close; his lips moved in synch and the storm was forgotten  when their tongues entwined and the only thing that Ash could hear was Eiji’s soft sighs against his mouth when his tongue traced the roof of his mouth and then his teeth. They parted and let out a few sighs, being very, very close. A few “I love you” slipped in,

After that they moved and went inside Eiji’s bed, it was small and the space was cramped, but they always slept there, mostly the stormy nights in which Ash would come closer to Eiji than ever, with the Japanese hugging his back and resting his weights on him.

Ash thought for a moment before falling into deep slumber. He had still yet to get over his fear for storms, but when he was with Eiji and he started to tremble if only just a little, his warm hands caressing his back always made them stop.

And in a moment of lucidity, Ash reached a conclusion:

There wasn’t a storm able to darken up his life as long as he had his own personal sun: Eiji Okumura.

[tayaaaconway]

If only I wasn’t a child.

People always tell me that life gets better, but does it ? Or do we we just outgrow the problems we have and because we were so immature that the ones we had back then feel bigger and more severe than the ones we develop as we grow older and wiser ? You never forget a feeling they say. You could think back to ten years in the past and remember something and it feels so deeper than anything you’ve been through recently. What if it’s simply because you were sixteen and thought you knew what love was, but your brain was still developing. So the pain still feels more painful. As we grow and mature, situations that would’ve bothered us before in a way we would’ve remembered them as “the worst” for our lifetime just don’t really seem that important anymore. We are just processing them differently, with an adult brain instead of the adolescent 16 year old one that made everything seem like the world was ending.

I think our adolescent years will forever carry some of the most tragic heartbreaks, for that reason. Although we know and we tell ourselves how truly unimportant it was, it will always be your first love, your biggest heartbreak. I’ve had people tell me “you’ll never hurt like that again” and/or “you’ll never love anymore like that again”, yeah because I’ll never be that 16 year old again. Every single day we grow, how could I ever manage to unage my brain 6 years ?

It truly sucks that we can’t forget a feeling. Now for the rest of my life I will remember someone whom I know now never gave a damn about me, as my first love. Someone I really wouldn’t even give the time of day to now. I will always remember my alcoholic father promising to help my mom pay for a dirt bike for my 15th birthday as more painful than him telling me he was on his way to get me from jail so he could then help me get my car out of impound, then ignoring my phone calls and text messages all day. I think I really just figured out why the dirt bike hurt worse than a real life situation. I’ve always felt stupid for feeling that way, I’ve never even said it out loud. I finally understand why it hurt worse when my mother told me I couldn’t go to the store with her than it did when she kicked me out and I had to sleep in the woods. It’s the age and brain growth.

I think subconsciously our parents know that. That’s why when you do something and the result is the “It wasn’t that long ago that I was your age, I remember what it’s like. You are just like me and I don’t want you to make the same mistakes that I did” conversation. The truly know that certain choices lead to the things we won’t ever forget. The things they wish they could forget. I used to get so annoyed when my mom would try and teach me a lesson through her life experiences.

“Blah blah blah” !

When I was younger I thought I was so grown. What I couldn’t realize at the time was this. Yes, my responsibilities might’ve been more complex than those of the other kids my age, but I was still a child. I still processed things like a child, a kid my age at the time. I was mad at my mom for never being around but if I was as grown as I thought I was I would’nt of been mad at my mom at all. I would’ve realized she was doing what she had to do. I would’ve appreciated my mom so much if I wasn’t a child. Oh if only I hadn’t been a child.

As you get older, if you’re anything like me you look back and understand how positively and faithfully impossible you were when you were younger ! When I hit age 16, boys were not yet my issue. No, when I was 16 I was going out every weekend drinking and doing drugs excessively. Going home on a Sunday to tell my mom all about how her 16 year old daughter got obliterated the nights before. At twenty-two I cannot imagine how terrified my poor mom must’ve been. I feel as if her thought process was “I could keep her from going out, she’ll rebel by sneaking out and lying. Or I could let her go out .. keep her honest, know where she is, and hopefully she’ll outgrow this”. I wanted my mom to care enough about me that she keep me from going out. I know now after having friends with straight parents, that wouldn’t of worked either. My mom never let me go out because she didn’t care. Quite the opposite actually, she did it because she cared so much. With an adolescent 16 year olds brain, I couldn’t understand that I was leaving my mom with a ridiculously impossible choice.

A. Go out and know where she is just in case something happens

B. Keep her in and her possibly sneak out and have no way for her to get ahold of me in case of an emergency.

I stripped myself of being happier because I was a sixteen year old who thought she was grown, failing to realize I was a sixteen year old with a sixteen year olds brain. I am now twenty-two, realizing that no matter how grown I felt, doesn’t matter if I was 9, 13, 18, or 22. My brain was only 9, 13, 18, and 22. Not any older than I was at the time. Certainly not processing the world around me as any older than I was at that time. If only I hadn’t been a child.

I realize now that are parents are not perfect, but neither were we as kids. I realize now when we were younger and the world felt huge, lonely, and cruel we were just growing up. If only we hadn’t been children, maybe we could’ve been as grown as we felt.

[demon-sneeze]

Supernatural Survey

I was tagged by @wayward-mirage Love you!! I spent waaaayy too much time on this!

1. What season did you start watching Supernatural?

In-between s11 and s12. I binged it all in 4 weeks while also going to band camp during the days. Needless to say, it was one of the most exhausting , unhealthy times of my life. And I wouldn't trade it for the world :)

2. Who was the first character you fell in love with?

Probably Sam, but the whole first 3 seasons I was waiting for Cas to show up. I knew he would be a major character and I was 100% ready to give my fangirl soul to him. Funny story, I remember watching Lazarus Rising for the first time and I saw Misha Collins’s name. I was like, “she sounds familiar, who’s she?” so I paused the episode and looked up the name. I was like, “Oh, Misha’s a boy. And he plays Castiel! okay then.”

3. Who was a character that you hated at first but grew to love?

Probably Meg, I can’t say I LOVE her now, but I went from  hating her to liking her pretty well.

4. Which character would you most want to be in a long-term relationship with?

The real question is “Which character WOULD’NT I most want to be in a long-term relationship with!” There’s a lot of benefits to each one. Like think about how great it would be to have Gabriel around when you’re on your period. All the chocolate you could ever want, a heat pack that never cools, and he would TOTALLY be a cuddler.

5. If you could go on just one date with one character, which one would you choose?

Crowley. You may be thinking, why him?! I’ll tell ya, it because think of all the fancy crap that date would consist of. Fancy dinner, fancy clothes.. ect. it’d be so fun! Plus think of all the flirting and pet names!

6. What would you do on the date?

Either an expensive restaurant or a dance of some kind.

7. Which character would you most want to be like?

Probably Sammy, forgiving, compassionate, loyal, brave, humble.. just so much to love about Sam.

8. Which character would you most like to see brought back from the dead?

GABE THE BABE

9. Which character would you most like to punch?

Stealing wayward-mirage’s answer! Metatron!

10. Who is your absolute favorite character?

THIS ONE IS SOOO DIFFICULT BECAUSE I HAVE LIKE FOUR MAIN FAVES. Imma break the rules and tell you my top four. In reality they all share the number one spot. Castiel, Gabriel, Lucifer and Crowley.

11. Which “Big Bad” do you think was the worst?

Dick Roman. He had no real motivation besides wanting to take over the world. That being said, I liked the lore behind his character and I actually enjoyed season 7. it was like a breath of fresh air and really broke the mold. Plus, the Hallucifer stuff was GOLD. The only thing I didn't like about it was the fact that Cas was barely in it at all. “Real” Cas anyway. Crazy!Cas just made me kinda sad.

12. Which character are you most like?

Probably Jo or Charlie. Nerdy like Charlie and the “brave even when you’re scared” “If this is my last night on earth, I’m gonna spend it with a little something called self-respect” attitude. Also dean because I hate myself I mean what.

13. What death hit you the hardest?

Cas at the end of s6/beginning of s7, and most recently, Crowley. Gabe in 5.19 also still hurts REALLY bad. (the death scream)

14. What season finale hit you the hardest?

S12 as it was my first watching live.

15. What are your ten all-time favorite episodes?

(You’re gonna see my Gabe favoritism REAL bad here.)

1) Changing Channels

2) Mystery Spot

3) Stuck in the Middle (With You)

4) Tall Tales

5) Don’t Call Me Shurley

6) Swan Song

7) Fan Fiction

8) The French Mistake

9) Weekend at Bobby’s

10) Repo Man

16. What’s been your favorite season?

Season 5 but season 7 is actually one of my faves.

17. Who is your favorite angel?

Castiel, Gabe and Lucifer are my faves. I can’t pick just one.

18. Who’s your favorite demon?

Crowley obviously. lol

19. Who’s your favorite evil character?

What counts as an evil character? That's the true question. I think my favorite “evil” character is Lucifer.

20. Do you have any Supernatural ships?

Destiel, Sam/Elieen, Sam/the golden retriever from Dark Side of the Moon (jk XD) a lil bit of Sastiel and Samifer. (don't shoot me)

21. Who’s your favorite supporting actor?

Rob Benedict and Richard Speight Jr. are my favorite actors on the whole show. 

22. What’s your favorite quote from the show?

“Yes, well... before I was very self assured. I was convinced I was on this righteous path. Now I realize that there is no righteous path, it's just people trying to do their best in a world where is far to easy to do your worst.” - Castiel

That quote is from 10.9 The Things We Left Behind.

23. If you could cast one famous actor in an episode of SPN, who would you chose?

Norman Reedus. I love him in TWD, my mom loves him there too, and hes already got connections with Misha and JDM. It’d be a perfect fit.

24. If you could write your own episode, what kind of creature would you like to see included?

The Rake. Think of how fricking terrifying that would be.

25. Who’s your favorite girl that Dean’s hooked up with?

Lisa maybe? Although it became more than just a “hook-up” later on.

26. Who’s your favorite girl that Sam’s hooked up with?

The chick who believed in aliens from Clap Your Hands If You Believe.

27. What are some of your favorite convention moments?

That time when the little girl, Piper, asked Mark S. what Crowley sold his soul for. Anything karaoke. That time Jensen and Misha showed their underwear to each other.

28. If you were going to guest star (or be a recurring guest star) on SPN, how would you want your character described?

A fangirl who falls from our world into theirs but is sensible unlike Becky. More of a Charlie kind of character. I’d basically want to be me. Unlike most fans, I actually think I would make a pretty good hunter.

29. What do you hope to see in the next season?

Destiel. Crowley.

30.-40. If you had to choose…

Bobby or John? Bobby

Bela or Ruby? Bela

Jess or Madison? Jess

Jo or Lisa? Jo

Charlie or Kevin? Charlie

Balthazar or Ash? Balthazar

Cas or Crowley? *brain blue-screens*

Ben or Claire? Claire

Jody or Donna? Jody, but mostly because we see her more.

Sam or Dean? It fluctuates between each season. RN its Sam.

Tagging: @waywardswain @tiny-gay-munchkin @adam-isstillinhell @raindestiel (if you don't want to you don't have to though ^_^)

[hedonisticadventures]

Answer all the questions

1. Favourite colour.Purple and green2. Number of people you’ve slept with.43. Cake or ice cream?Cake4. If you were a superhero what would your power be?Ability to control probabilities!5. Ever been in a fist fight?Yeah...6. Do you live in the country or the city?Country7. Biggest kink?I don’t even know... I still gotta figure out what it is8. Favourite video-game?Destiny (And soon D2)9. Words you live by?Fall down seven, stand up eight10. Best book you’ve ever read?Harry Potter series11. Favourite film?The Fifth Element12. Horror or romance?Both!13. Biggest fear?Being the failure everyone expects me to be14. Best memory?The nights with my best friend that start out with “What the fuck are we doing tonight?”15. Worst memory?Don’t wanna know... trust me...16. Where are you from?Tampa, Fl17. Ever done anal?Nope18. Would you prefer to be Mary Berry’s grandchild or Paul Hollywood’s bitch?Uhhhhhh?19. Favourite outfit?My khaki colored joggers and long black shirt with my beanie!20. Snapchat or Instagram?Both!21. If you could freeze time what would you do?Travel and not lose any time!22. Best LUSH product in your opinion?Various bath bombs!23. Should people wear red shirts or brown pants in your presence?Is this a Deadpool reference? Red Shirts24. Favourite television character?Jon Snow25. Do you have a nemesis?Yeah... money26. Are you a hard-worker?Of course!27. What’s the best holiday you’ve ever been on?Every Halloween is the best time of the year!28. What’s your dream?To have my family not worry about money... I grew up constantly under the threat of losing my house and living on the streets so I don’t want my loved ones to have to worry like that!29. Where do you see your life ending up?Traveling the world!30. Describe your last sexual encounter. I took my friend a graduation gift and we hung out and at the end of the night she goes "I’m horny... fuck me?” after making sure she was sure we fucked!31. Cake by the ocean or sex on the beach?Sex on the beach!32. Ever done drugs?Nope33. Harry Potter or Lord Of The Rings?HP!34. Are you a jock or a nerd?Nerd for sure!35. On a scale of 8 to 34.7, how gay are you?21ish36. Do you live for Tumblr discourse or hate it?Tumblr discourse?37. Favourite trashy television show?Big Brother... thats about the trashiest I watch and its not even trashy...38. Last time you watched porn?Right now39. Do you have a recurring sexual fantasy?Glory hole40. Weirdest dream you ever had?I was in a wasteland but I was king of that wasteland... I don’t even remember the details... 41. Ever had mental health issues?Yup!42. What’s the answer to the question you wish someone would ask you?Of course43. Do you wish people paid more attention to you?Depends on what aspect... like my YouTube channel? Fuck yeah I want more attention on there but in real life... I’m alright where I am44. Do you have anyone who you’d happily slap right across their chops?YES!45. Dog person or cat person?Dog but my cat is cute and gives kisses sooooo46. Sneakers or heels?Sneakers... easy!47. Favourite cocktail?My buddy is a bartender and keeps coming up with crazy shit so whatever he's making!48. Day or night?Night49. Pokémon or Digimon?Pokemon!50. How big is your dick?7.5in long... I’ve been told large if that means anything51. Favourite musical?All of a sudden every musical has disappeared from my memory52. Favourite song? “Middle Fingers” by Missio53. Are you secretly a goblin/alien/android?Yes54. Why are you like this? Because the culmination of my life until this point has influenced and affected my perception of reality55. What’s your guilty pleasure?Naps56. What would you say if I said ‘I love you’?Who are you, anon? I’ll tell you then! ;D57. What’s the story behind your URL? dance-to-this-beat called me it and I changed my name to it!58. Tell me something that worries you.America59. What have you been worrying about today?Whether I’m getting sunburnt or not...60. I’m only sending you these questions because I have a crush on you and I’m too tragic to actually just say it. Anon... are you sure you read through all of these before asking me?61. Hot dogs or burgers?Burgers62. Nintendo or the other trash-consoles?All of them!63. Which fandom ruined a show that you used to like?I don’t care about fandoms when it comes to me shows!64. What do you wish you could tell your best friend?I tell my best friend everything!65. Tell us a deep dark secret. Uhhhh... I don’t have secrets... ask me anything and I’ll tell you!66. Are you curious about having a man in leather spank your botty 'til it’s all red?Not at all67. Favourite Tumblr couple?Uhhh I don’t know...68. Do you have any dietary quirks?No fast food, I stay away from dairy, I don’t eat meat (for the most part) until dinner time... 69. Do you want to have someone pleasure your genitals orally while you do the same to theirs?Fuck yeah! 70. How old are you?2471. Which Buzzfeed listicle sums up your existence?I’m not going looking for a Buzzfeed article just to answer this hahaa72. Do you have any pets? 2 pups, 3 cats, and a dozen chickens!73. What colour underwear are you wearing?Red74. Boxers or briefs?Briefs75. Fuck me, Ray Bradbury?No76. Which television show do you want to last forever?Steven Universe77. In a zombie apocalypse how long would you last?Until someone decides to betray me78. Do you have good internet connection or do you want to punch your router every ten minutes?Both79. Would you find it somewhat saucy if I sent bawdy nudes in your direction?I would think thats fucking hot and appreciate each and every one I received individually!80. Which country has the best flag?Pirates... come on Jolly Roger81. Do you consider yourself *iconic*?Never82. Most overrated food?None!83. Most overrated film?I havent even seen many films lately...84. Most overrated television show?I don’t watch much tv outside my shows so I don’t know...85. Most overrated type of cheese?SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH CHEESE IS AMAZING86. Which brand would you never shop at?I ain’t about brands anyways... if theres a shirt I like I’ll buy it87. Wisdom, courage, or power?Wisdom88. Would you prefer to travel in time and stay in the same spot, or travel in space with time elapsing as normal?Travel in space and time elapses normally!89. What’s the best birthday present you ever got?The money90. What present do you wish someone would give you?Sex91. Do you have an ex? Why did you break up?I have six exes and various reasons91. Why does 91 appear on this list twice now?Just so you can ask this question92. Spare a thought for the humble creator of this list, it’s difficult to think of this many questions. Don’t put two question 91s93. Do you prefer anons or non-anons?I love all my asks! IF I ONLY HAD ANY94. Who do you wish you could have sex with more than any other?I ain’t even gonna answer this one... she might see it and that might be bad95. What is your spirit animal? Bear96. Do you have one word that you really love the sound of?Spiffy97. Do you still have any of your stuffed toys from when you were a kid?I cuddle up to a stuffed animal every night... come on haha98. What makes you super nostalgic?Old school cartoons!99. Give me an answer to a random one of these questions. (But don’t make it a shit answer like 'yes’. Don’t be an asshole.)HARRY POTTER!100. What’s your favourite cocktail?You mean the same question from question 41?101. Sonic screwdriver or Ron’s shit broken wand from the second Potter book?Sonic screwdriver... I want a wand more but still...102. Laptop or PC?PC by far!103. What’s the sexiest accent in your opinion?Give me any accent and I’ll fall in love104. Would you let Donald Trump tickle your nipples for an hour for £6,000,000?WHY WOULD’NT I?105. You should check out a great little British website called Pretty52. I smell advertising...106. If you could dye your hair any colour, what colour would you change to?Blue107. What would you change about your body if you could?My sinus problem108. Do you prefer to be hot or cold?Cold109. What’s your favourite way to orgasm?I just love to have orgasms...110. Are you a mermaid or a unicorn?Unicorn111. What’s the name of your favourite pet when you were a kid?George112. What was your favourite class at school?Math113. Are you superstitious? Very!114. What do you think happens when we die?Afterlife in heaven or hell115. Pie or pi?PIE116. Your followers a question.Proper grammar please?117. Lick my genitalia. I would love to if you have a pussy118. What’s your favourite number?42119. Do you ever look up at the stars and feel small?Not really120. Do you have a good relationship with your parents?Eh121. Tell me about a quirky personality trait. I’m way too honest122. What was your favourite story when you were younger?Harry Potter hahaha123. Are you old before your time or young at heart?Young at heart124. Why do you do the things you do? Please. Tell me.Because they make sense to me125. I hope you enjoyed these questions.I did!126. Which Tumblr blog would you recommend to all your fans?psychxtic-hearts