#ler!william

[fluffyficsanddreams]

Still My Little Boy

Summary: Teenaged Michael thinks he's too cool for something as "childish as tickling"... William thinks that is an absolutely heinous crime, and eventually, a certain little brother decides to join in.

This was requested by anon, so whoever you are, I hope you enjoy this!!

It was about 7:30 in the evening at the Afton household when a loud slam was heard throughout the house. That was the front door, slammed by William's oldest son who had just returned from a hangout with his friends. Michael groaned, rubbing his eyes as he walked into the living room. Unbeknownst to his family, he had just fought with his buddies—and it wasn't just that usual argument you have over ice cream flavors or music taste. After that fight, he wasn't sure he'd talk to his friends again.

Michael jumped as he saw his father walk into the room, a confused expression on his face, alerted by the door slam. "Michael? You said you'd be back at 9, it's only 7. Did something happen?" William asked, taking off his rubber gloves that he used while he worked downstairs on whatever new mechanic parts. Michael swallowed, not wanting to tell his father about what had just went down between him an his friends—why should he? That was his business, after all—but William couldn't help feeling concerned at the anxious expression on Michael's face. Walking toward his son, William placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Mike, what's wrong? You can trust me, alright?" He asked again, but Michael stayed silent, not making eye contact with his father. He was born stubborn, and once he was set on not doing something, he absolutely refused to do that thing—and William knew that. Although... his father was aware of one time-tested method to get things out of his son...

William chuckled and took Michael into his signature dad-hug, and his son exhaled, letting himself relax a little in his father's embrace. "Mike, I can tell when you're upset. I promise, you can tell me anything." William murmured, rubbing his son's back with a comforting hand. Michael, being his stubborn self, still refused to open his mouth.

"Michaael... you know what happens when you don't tell me somethiiiing." William cooed, to which Michael tilted his head to look up at him in confusion. "What are you talking about?" He asked, and his father actually chuckled. "Don't tell me you forgot about the ol' tickle monster, didja?" William asked, a smirk on his face. Michael groaned and rolled his eyes, shoving at his father's hands. "Daaad, you know I'm too old for that dumb stuff." His son sighed, to which William placed a hand on his chest and gasped in mock surprise. "Whatever on Earth are you talking about? You're never too old for that 'dumb stuff', since you'll always be my baby boy." William replied dramatically, and he began to poke and prod at Michael's sides. The teen started to squirm in his father's arms, tiny half-stifled snickers escaping him.

"Hmmm... I thought you were too old for your dad's tickles, you shouldn't be affected!" William teased, scribbling 8 fingers over Michael's lower sides. "Pfftdahahahad! Nahahahaha!" His son broke into a fit of laughter, writhing in his father's grasp. William had to hold on a little more than he'd used to, as Mike had naturally grown stronger with age—but that, of course, didn't stop him. "Dahahahahad! St-stohohop!" The teen protested, feeling his legs giving way as the tickling weakened him, resorting to holding himself up by leaning against William which eventually led to the two basically melting to the floor. "I'm not stopping until you tell me what's wrong!"

Now laying on the floor, Michael kicked out his feet as William continued his tickle-monster attack, poking at his son's stomach rapidly with a couple fingers, causing Mike to snort between laughs—one of his signature things, his family could recognize Michael's snorts from a mile away.

Due to this, Michael's younger brother walked into the room having heard all the noise. Evan looked astonished at what was unfolding on the floor, as he'd never seen his tough, brash older brother laughing so hard. He giggled, approaching the scene. "Papa, what's going on?" Evan asked, a wide, amused smile on his face. William looked up at his second son with a smirk as he continued to tickle his oldest to bits. "Well, he may not have ever told you, but your brother here is ridiculously ticklish."

"AHAHaham noHOHot!" Michael shouted in protest, cut off by his own cackle as William vibrated his fingers into his stomach. Evan giggled, walking toward his brother and sitting next to him on the floor.

“You know, Mikey, I think I should get you back for all those times you tickled me,” He spoke, to which his older brother shot his eyes open at him and tried to glare at him before squeezing them shut again in his laughter. “Dahahohohon’t you DAHAHARE!” Michael threatened, Evan not at all intending to listen to him and sitting up by his head, shoving his hands into his brother’s underarms, earning a screech and newfound cackles.

William winked at his second son with a chuckle. “You see, bud, what you wanna do is scribble all your fingers at the same time, like this.” Their father suggested, showing Evan what he was talking about by scribbling 8 fingers between Michael’s ribs, causing the teen to arch his spine as far as it could go before crashing back down again. Evan nodded eagerly, a bright smile on his face as he imitated what William had just shown him in his older brother’s armpits, not expecting the loud shrieking that came out of Michael’s mouth. He was almost alarmed, but he shrugged it off when he saw how brightly his brother was smiling and laughing. It was a rare sight, but Evan and William both wished that they could see it more.

“Okay, Evan, do you want to see something cool?”

“Yeah!”

Michael’s eyes shot open once again as he immediately realized what his father was referring to. “Nonononono! Don’t, please don’t!” He begged, nervous giggling pouring past his lips already. William pretended to think about for a moment, holding a hand to his chin.

“Hmm… let’s see… no!” His father replied mischievously before pulling Michael’s shirt up, and taking a deep breath…

“PBBPHBPPBBT!”

“YAAAHAHAHAHA!”

Michael actually screamed before letting out the loudest cackles Evan had ever heard. William’s signature thing was raspberries, of course! Evan knew that from his own experiences. Now Michael was practically a red-faced, cackling, snorting puddle.

“OKAY! OHOHOHOKAHAY! I GIHIVE UP! I’LL TEHEHELL YOU!” The teen finally screeched, and William lifted his hands from his son’s body and let Michael out from underneath his grip. Evan giggled as he watched his older brother gasping for breath, his face flushed red and sweat beaded on his forehead. “Mikey, we should do that more.” Evan smiled, to which Mike shot a glare at him and growled, “Shut it.” He was trying to be intimidating, but the wobbly smile that split his face gave him away completely.

“Hey, be nice to your brother. Now, tell me what was wrong.” William prompted, placing a hand on his oldest’s shoulder. Michael exhaled, having regained most of his composure, and recounted some of the fight he’d had to his father.

“I’m sorry, bud. But hey, friends come and go. Just know that I’ll always be here for ya, alright? Your old man loves you.” William told him, taking him into a gentle hug. Michael exhaled in his embrace, wrapping his own arms around his dad. The teen felt his younger brother hug him from behind, and a small smile crossed his face.

He wouldn’t trade these moments for the world.

[gameprincessanya]

Brainstorming Ideas (Ler!William, Lee!Henry)

Summary: Henry feels like no matter what, he can't hold on to an idea he likes cause it brings him no joy. Perhaps William can fix that? (Pre-FNAF 4) (Tickle fic)

…

Working in his lab, Henry wiped away some sweat that had gathered on his forehead. He'd been working all day on ideas, but felt crushed by the realization that as soon as he wrote them down, they meant nothing to him.

William came in, big smile on his face. He patted Henry on the back.

"It's been a fine day, old chum!" He clicked his tongue as he looked at Henry's blueprints. "A snake animatronic? Really? We want to draw children in, not scare their mothers away!"

Henry sighed. "I know… I'm sorry, William. I just haven't been able to think of a good idea recently."

Putting his hands on his hips, William looked at him skeptically. "Is that so? Well, perhaps I can help out. What's been troubling you?"

He hesitated for a second, distrusting William for an instant. Did he really want William to know? … Well, he had no real reason to mistrust William, given he'd never steered him wrong in the past. He shook those feelings away.

"It-it's my wife. She says I've been spending too much time with Charlie and that Sammy needs my attention too." He tapped his fingers on the desk, getting into a rhythm. 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4. "I suppose she's right… Perhaps we should all have a picnic together or something. What do you think?"

William thought about it and nodded. "That sounds splendid."

"So, yeah. I'll call her before I get out of work."

Leaning closer, William hummed. "Perhaps you should relax more. It's a stuffy garage in here. You need a fan so you do not overheat."

Henry nodded. "You're right…" He laughed. "Hah! That never crossed my mind."

William got even closer, tapping his fingers on Henry's sides. "And you know? You also need to laugh more. It gets the creativity flowing!"

"Ha! Hahah!" He laughed, pushing at William's fingers. "Stahahp!"

"Aw, you are ticklish~! How very convenient."

"WILLIAHAHAHAHAM!" He squealed, as the fingers dug into his sides more.

"Yes, dear Henry?" He said smugly.

"HAHAAHAAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! AHAHAHAHAAAH!" He finally pushed his hands away, breathing heavily. "William! A-are you sure about that…?"

"Hmmm? Sure about what?"

Henry looked at him seriously. "You said that laughing helps the creativity flow. Is that true…?"

William shrugged. "I'm not sure. I'm not a doctor." He slowly tickled the back of his neck, making him hide it between his shoulders. "What I do know… Hm. Is that when I am feeling happy, I feel more inspired to do my creations. After my family and I had a tickle fight for instance, it improved my mood and helped me think of the idea for Spring Bonnie! I'm not a psychiatrist… All I know is that it worked for me."

Henry blushed, a little embarrassed. "Hah! W-well alright. Uh, William? Do you think you could do that again? Maybe you're right…"

Coming in again, William tapped his fingers along his ribs, making sure he did it carefully and methodically. This was enough to have Henry wrap his arms around himself and curl up.

"HAAHAHAAHAAAHAAHAAHAHAAHAAAAHAHAAAA! STAHAHAHAHAHAAP! PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAEASE!"

"There is no stopping the tickle monster! Rawr!" He said childishly, with a T-Rex grin. Swirling circles now, he moved up and down his ribs even faster.

"HAHAAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAAA! NAHAHAAHAT THAHAHAHAAHAT!"

"Hmm…" William thought. "Perhaps we should name an animatronic, "Squealing Henry"!"

"DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHN'T!" He whined.

"Yes! Actually I like that idea. I'm writing it down right now!" He moved and carefully slipped his shoes and socks off. Then he put his feet into a headlock. Next, he picked up a marker from the desk and wrote down the words "Squealing Henry" on both his feet. It was a fine tip marker, so the tickles were more than effective.

Blushing, Henry kicked, but knew he couldn't get loose if he tried. "HAHAAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! MEHEHEEHEHEHEHAN!"

"Oh? Just like how it was mean when you wrote on my feet during that New Year's Party?"

"HEHEHEEEHEHEHHEHEHEHEEEE! IHIHIHIT WAS FOUR NUMBERS!!!" He protested. William nodded.

"Four numbers? Indeed. Four numbers on each foot. Um, what was it again? 1982: the same year we founded this company. 1982… Hmmm… I think we should write that down."

"NAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAHAHAA!" Henry squealed again as William wrote the year "1982" on each foot. After he was done, he put the marker down and admired his work.

"Hmm… Nah. I don't think this will work." William looked at the writing critically. "Squealing Henry 1982? What was I thinking??"

And then William got a wet washcloth nearby and scrubbed the ink off. Henry shrieked and squawked, holding his stomach and kicking.

"HAHAAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAAHHAAA! WILLIAM!!!!"

"Hahaha! Well, what can you do?" He shrugged nonchalantly. Finishing up, he tossed the washcloth aside. Henry caught his breath, lying on the floor. "At least you experienced the rush of creativity flowing through your veins!"

After a while, Henry had recovered enough to get up.

"You're right…" he said. "W-well, I think that's quite enough! Hah haah… T-thanks."

William nodded, and wrapped his arms around Henry, hugging him tight.

"Good luck, and remember Henry: you're my best friend."

He smiled. "You're mine too."

"No one else's."

"Of course."

Letting go, William waved goodbye to Henry, who waved back with a smile. He stood by the doorway a while after he left, and wondered if it would work. This idea of his.

So Henry set to work, now with a happy energy flowing through him, and came up with four basic animatronic designs he liked. He wasn't sure if it would be their final draft, but it was an idea he still smiled at after he got it on paper. And maybe that was enough.

[smilingangel582]

Hii coming back to yuukoku no moriarty

I enjoyed that so much and also... Next week I'm probably gonna take a break cuz my birthday is coming on 19th this month hehe so I may sneak a few fics here and there

Enjoyyy ps spoilers for moriarty the patriot

Summary: Sherlock enjoys the phrase William always uses when he wants to catch him. But fortunately for him and unfortunately for Will Sherlock has a another thing he desires...

Me? Beg how absurd!

"Pleease Liam!"

Silence.

"Just one time... Trust me I won't ask u to say it too much!"

Sighing, William James Moriarty gave him a tired look as he stopped his attempts to grade the papers piled up on his desk. Aparantly a certain childish detective wishes an audience from him and so far he was able to entertain me (undeniably even himself).

So far the phrase 'catch me if u can' Brough some sense of happiness however it doesn't stop there.

When he gives Sherlock an inch he takes a mile.

"For God's sake, I can't beg without a reason Mr. Holmes"

"I know, I know... but it sounds almost as arousing as that line! Please... just once"

"No..." Shaking his head, Will returns to his work, and the detective pouts look a bit immature in his actions.

"Alright fine, I'll make u beg!"

Will shrugs now and notices Sherlock constantly trying to loom over him, perhaps distracting him. "Behave... like a good detective"

"Ugh, fine..." he sits back down, and that made Will chuckle in amusement, seeing how he resembles a child there.

Sherlock thinks harder and attempts to slide a foot over his leg as he thought accidently hitting his leg "Sorry..."

But thats a good idea... he purposefully crosses his legs again and hitting him gently, on purpose.

Will notices this and ignores though it is irritating. Now Sherlock smirks "Oh Liam what's that? Your brow twitched... wanna beg me to stop?"

"Do you think that makes me wanna beg? Mr. Holmes, I expected u to read the situation well, but... ah!" He flinched so hard that the pen drops on the desk. The pointy tip of Sherlock's shoe slides up his shin and that caught his attention unfavourably.

"Something wrong?" He grins now gently sliding up his knee and Will backs off to shrug off the touch "What...? You OK?"

"Crap... Holmes don't-!" He stumbles back again and glares "stop it..."

"My, I haven't seen a look like that, my sweet Liam." he comes forward, "What? You like me to do... this?" He slides his hand up his hips, and Will backs to a corner, suddenly letting a reaction unexpected and something which Sherlock didn't intend to get from him.

"Wait... are you ticklish?"

Blushing Will frowns "No... why?"

Sherlock grins now "I was trying to make u moan but it seems something even better will make u beg..."

"Wait-" he gasped now grabbing his wrists "Don't... hehe uhuh Sheherlock!"

"Oh? This..." squeezing his waist making a giggle slip past his lips, "I don't see why it bothers you, Mr. Not ticklish?"

"Wahahait, sehehriously haha... Sheherlock!" He squeaked now and then Sherlock perked his ears "Was that begging I hear?"

"Nohoho! It's hehehe, a command!" He giggles, sinking back against the wall weak to it already.

Laughing, Sherlock couldn't help but tease. "Bloody hell, Liam, how could the Lord of crimes even be intimidating if you're so giggly and adorable?" He chuckled, now pinching his ribs more prominently, making him cackle back."Is a tickle all that it takes to break you?"

Giggling but nothing to say so Sherlock crawls his fingers up the top ribs. "What's under here~?"

"Ahahaha pl-" he instantly closes his lips, but that doesn't go unnoticed by the detective. He grins like a child. "Oho... was that that I think it was... soooo closee!"

Will squirms now, "Whahatever dihihid you hehehear you mahahahan chihihild?"

Pause, and it was at this moment this professor knew, he messed up.

"AHAHAHA WAHAHAIT! JEEHEHEHEZ! AHAHAHA HOHOHOLMES!"

"Ooof..." he winces playfully at Will's predicament as he tickled his armpits "Didn't see that coming did ya?"

"EHEHENOUGH! STAHAHAHAP THAT! FOHOHOOL!"

Shaking his head "Oh no sweetheart, you should beg not order... I'm tickling you till you beg for mercy!"

After a while or torturous processing his decision he gave up. Will can never handle tickles and teases, especially from this menace. He cried out desperately "HAHAHA PLEHEHEHASE! STAHAHAP AHAHA MEHEHERCY!"

Fingers stopped and Will gasps for breath, flushed and tired, he didn't look like the calm professor anyone assumed he was before now that... he's well tickled pink.

"Ahaha, gohosh, you're ahaha trickster!" He giggles a bit and notices Sherlock suddenly in awe, "Liam...well..."

"Whahat?"

"I think I have a kink in listening to you beg like that..." he said it with a blank face and Will frowns with a groan "Huh? My word...surely you jest..."

Grinning, he leaned forward. "That's even more satisfying than that line you used!"

"Whatever... just let me have a break, aha, " he waves a hand and Sherlock grins "what? So that means I can do it again?"

"Ha! Try again? This was unprepared, next time I won't make a single implore!"

"Again? You liked that, didn't you, Liam?"

"Oh hush! I got work, so leave, " but a smile remains as he pushes his face gently.

[alvaronobrejunior01]

Felicidade que só acontece com a loucura e que nem a maior razão e lucidez poderiam atingir com tanta sorte. (Hamlet, William Shakespeare)

[laughing-reindeerjwj]

"I think I heard someone...?"

—Well then, welcome to my channel, traveler! Yes, you may have seen me before, but I just want to say that I'm doing a new greeting, so don't pay attention... You can call me Enya, Varvara or Эня. Just please don't call me by my name..=( I really hate it when people address me by my first name, I only allow this to happen to my relatives, close friends and my girlfriend. Here I will say that my roleplaying accounts are: @giggling-tisha and @eggs-eggson I also have an AU for Sprunki with me! I'm minor so please, NSFW, kink and fetish blogs please DNI. This blog is SFW only! If you've seen me on other social networks, believe me, you didn't see me:) I'm not very social, but there are a few people I can chat with! I'm lee, but that doesn't mean you need to attack me when you're in a "ler mood":( No, of course I respect all your wishes and all that, but besides that there are many more such people! So don't fill my inbox every day with something related to "I'm going to attack you!!!" I don't know many fandoms, but I can list them!

Fandoms:

Dandy's World (BlushCrunch studio!)

Sprunki incredibox (NyankoBfLol!)

Alphabet lore (Mike Salcedo!)

Русский лор алфавита (Смайл Телевизорович!)

Злодеи Вильяма/William's Villains (Смайл Телевизорович!)

У.О.У, Убеги от убийцы/Run away from the killer (Смайл Телевизорович!)

И.Н.М.Т./C.F.M.O.T. (Zack Main!)

Parappa the Rapper (Masaya Matsuura and Rodney Greenblatt/Playstation!)

Forsaken (Forsaken Dev Team!)

Sonic The Hedgehog (SEGA!)

Animator vs Animation/Minecraft vs animation (Alan Becker!)

Poppy Playtime! (Mob Entertainment!)

The Amazing Digital Circus (GLITCH studio!)

—That's all! I only named the fandoms that I know! By the way, those fandoms that are highlighted in bold blue font are the fandoms for which I accept requests! Oh yeah, regarding requests... Wait! First you need to write the rules!

Rules for Requests:

I only accept requests to fandoms that are highlighted in bold blue font! So please do not send requests with other fandoms!

Your request will be automatically rejected if it contains any hints of NSFW, kink or fetish. Also rejected for the following reasons:Unknown fandom. Before asking if I know some fandom, you better read my greeting! The request is not clear. In terms of writing... If there is oc × oc, oc × canon. Sorry, but we only came here to look at art/headcanons beyond canons.

↑•Yes, as you can see, I will no longer fulfill requests with your/not your OCs, unfortunately. Why is that? There are very few ideas, the characters are not fully developed for me, and besides, I may be seeing them for the first time! And begging me to do something about OCs is useless.

You also don’t need to write a lot of requests, because it would be indecent. After all, we are acquaintances via the Internet, and not a loving couple...

I may not draw it right away, so don't be scared and don't swear...

Added:I don't make commissions!

—And now the requests!~

Requests:

Requests TK arts:OPEN!

Requests TK headcanons:OPEN!

Requests TK fic:CLOSE!

Other:

Questions about EU(Enya's universe):OPEN!

Ask:OPEN!

Questions about roleplaying:CLOSE!

FIC'S!:

Mercilessly

—That's all! I think we could have ended there... But no! Now I boldly turn to you and tell my beloved lee!😈

Dandy's world:

Lee!Bobbete, lee!Boxten, lee!Blot, lee!Eggson, lee!Rudie and lee!Teagan.

Sprunki:

Lee!Fun Bot, lee!Vineria, lee!Garnold, lee!Sky, lee!Mr.Sun, lee!Tunner and lee!Pinki.

Forsaken:

Lee!Pr3ttyPrinc3ss, lee!007n7, lee!Noob and lee!Elliott

TADC:

Lee!Gangle, lee!Gummygoo, lee!Princess Loolilalu, lee!Ghostly and lee!Bubble

—That's over with too! Why I love these characters like lee? Silly questions because I just love them.=3 Why do I love them? I don't remember myself anymore... There is a possibility that I will appear on other social networks, but for now I will stay here... What about "you didn't see me:)" I'm telling people from my YouTube channel.. (@NotAmazingCubeLou) Because yes...? I think that's all for this greeting.. Well, I hope you are interested in my blog! Have a nice day, traveler...

"I hope we see each other again! Right..?"

[trashyswitch]

The Afton Family Reunion

Current Recordings and Past Memories

Michael insists on showing his Mom the video tape he made of his father being tickled by Uncle Henry. Amazingly, the video ends up reminding his Mom of old times with his father...

This sequel was suggested by @Jojojoelley2004 on AO3. Sorry it took so long! I hope you enjoy!

Michael turned on the camera to make sure it connected properly. The boy had set up the video-cassette to the TV already, but wanted to make sure the red, yellow and white plugs connected properly. The cord at their home had always been a little finicky, which caused a bit of hassle when connecting anything to their TV. Why Dad refused to buy them a new cord is beyond him. It would make life so much easier! Dad makes good money, so surely they could afford it. But alas, he had no room or authority to argue with his father. His father would tell him “You’ll never understand until you have a job and kids of your own”. Which is completely fair, but still…Shouldn’t a TV cord be important?

“Mom! You coming?” Michael asked over his shoulder. He’d been waiting all day to show his Mom the video he recorded of his Dad being tickled by Henry. Up until then, Michael somewhat knew his Dad was ticklish, but not as much as Uncle Henry had now shown them. 

Mom always warned them to not tickle his Dad’s feet because “You might get kicked”. A good thing to remember, but still…He hadn’t seen it in action until Uncle Henry did it yesterday. And that was hilarious! So…Maybe it’s worth the risk? 

Plus, Michael had been tickled on his feet before by Chris, and managed to stop himself from kicking him. So if he can do it, then can’t Dad stop himself too? 

“Almost done, Michael!” He heard from the kitchen. “You know, these dishes would be done much faster if you came and helped.” She told him. 

“I was setting up the videotape. I can come help now, if you want.” Michael offered. 

“No, it’s fine. I’m just about done now.” She replied back. 

“Okay.” Michael responded. Truth is, he really didn’t want to do the dishes. But he offered to help because ‘you need to help out more’. It’s a statement that Mom and Dad have repeated so many times over. But of course, the one time he offers, Mom doesn’t need it. And you know what? Now she can’t get mad at him for it. 

He listened carefully as his mother turned off the water and started to walk to the living room. Just as one final test, Michael played the first couple seconds of the video, hearing his father’s laugh for only a couple seconds, before pausing it again and setting it to the beginning. It works perfectly! And now, Mom gets to see the video! 

“Alright. You wanted to show me something?” She asked him, looking at the TV. 

“Yeah! Come sit.” Michael offered, patting the spot beside him. 

Michael noticed the smile that filled her lips as she sat. Apparently she was impressed by her son’s etiquette? “You seem excited.” She admitted. 

“I recorded this yesterday. Dad and Uncle Henry were being childish and stupid with the animatronics.” He admitted. “But the part I recorded was oscar-worthy!” Michael admitted, before starting the video. His Mom watched the video with a smirk on her face. 

The video showed Chris giggling and laughing, pointing at his laughing father as William was being tickled by his best friend on both his feet. 

“Oh goodness!” She started giggling. 

“Isn’t that awesome?!” Michael reacted. 

“I mean, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” She admitted. “But I guess you kids haven’t had the chance to tickle your father yet.” She admitted. 

Michael chuckled. “It’s kinda scary…Especially when going for the feet.” Michael told his mom. “Cause you always warned us to not tickle his feet unless we wanna get kicked.” Michael admitted. 

She laughed. “Oh boy…There’s a reason I warn you of that…” She admitted aloud. 

Michael looked at her mother with surprise. “What?” 

“Valentine’s Day when we were dating. I think it was 3 years into our relationship. Your father and I were having a movie night at your grandma’s house. We had the popcorn in our laps, the Coke bottles ready on the table, and Star Wars: A New Hope ready on the TV. We had just finished watching the movie backwards while rewinding it, laughing at how silly the movie looked when going in reverse.” She chuckled. “Good times…” 

Michael smiled a little bit, before covering it up. “So what happened?” 

“Well…” She began to reminisce. 

[I remember clicking the play button on the movie player, watching eagerly as the LucasFilms logo displayed on my parents’ TV. Will was sitting beside me, holding my hand with one, while shovelling popcorn into his mouth with the other. Oh Will…He was such a sci-fi dork back in the day. We had gone to watch the movie in theaters, and he wouldn’t stop talking my ear off afterwards. So as a Valentine’s Day gift, I gave him the VHS tape of the movie. And the excitement on his face was priceless! He looked like he had been told he’s going to Disney World for the first time! I can even recall the words he shouted in the living room: 

“I HAVE THE BEST GIRLFRIEND EVER!” Will shouted, the words echoing through the house. 

I could hear my mother giggling to herself as she knitted nearby. “Oh Will…It took you this long to see it?” She had joked. 

That night, we sat down for the movie night. But as he continued shovelling popcorn into his mouth like an animal, I noticed a couple pieces had rolled down his shirt. It didn’t take long for me to see this. I figured at least a couple pieces would fall out, considering how wild he was eating. I remember reaching down to his shirt, and grabbing them off his shirt. It seemed like such a simple thing to do…But apparently, Will was so ticklish, he ended up jumping and staring at me with shock. “What was that for?!” He had asked me. 

I had playfully waved the popcorn in my hand at him. Clearly I was stealing some run-away popcorn. 

“Okay, good…Cause I don’t want you tickling me while we watch.” He admitted. 

“How come?” I asked playfully. 

“Cause I love this movie, and I wanna savor every moment!” Will had told me. 

“But we watched it in theatres. You’ve seen it already.” I reminded him. 

“Still…This is the best movie, and I want to get invested in it.” He told me, staring at the TV with his blue eyes. 

“A little reminder of who gifted you this movie?” I teased, fluttering a finger against his ear. 

Will squirmed and squeaked. “Clara!” Will whined like a little child.] 

“Hold on…” Michael suddenly spoke up. 

“Yes?” She said, being patient with her interrupting son. “When you mean ‘whine like a child’, do you mean ‘chris-type’ whining?” Michael asked. 

“Yup, almost exactly how Chris does it. In fact, I’d say you and Chris both whined like your father used to.” She admitted. 

Michael grumbled and crossed his arms, attempting to hide his embarrassment. “No I didn’t…” He mumbled. 

“Suuure…” She chuckled and continued with the story. 

[Your father was a bit of a whiner, despite being 19 years old. It was a little funny. But, I let it slide because if I was honest…it was a little cute. But anyway, he started whining. “Okay, okay. Thank you Clara, for giving me this copy. Now can I watch?” He had asked me. 

“Only if you give me a kiss~” I had winked at him.] 

“Ugh, Mom…” Michael groaned. “I don’t need to hear all the details of your love life. I get it.” Michael complained. 

She laughed a little bit and shook her head with a smile. “Oh, fine.” She muttered. 

[Will gave me the kiss I wanted, and we started to watch the film. We were just getting to the moment when Luke Skywalker was admiring the two moons, when I saw another couple pieces of popcorn fall from your father’s hand. Only this time, it had fallen to his feet. Now back in the day, I was a little playful lady. So just like with his stomach, I grabbed the popcorn from his feet. And boy…that was a big mistake. Because the moment I even slightly touched his foot-] 

“BOOM!” She slapped the pillow for a more dramatic effect. “He nearly kicked me in the chest!” She admitted. “But much to his luck-” She leaned in to whisper the next part. “-And my dismay…” She sat back up. “My popcorn bowl was covering my chest. So his foot had kicked the bowl! Oh, popcorn went absolutely everywhere!” She described. 

Michael bursted out laughing. “Ohoho my god!” He reacted. “I was just staring at him, shocked. Popcorn was in my hair, down my blouse, on the couch, on the floor, it was all over the place. And your father…”

[I slowly look up to see Will, staring at me with shock and horror of his own. He looked like he was fearing for his life! 

But I pulled myself together, and smiled a little bit. “Ticklish feet, huh?” I teased him instead. 

“Y-Yeah…” Was all he could say. 

Now…I could’ve chosen to clean up the mess…Or at the very least, dust myself off like a proper woman. But…I think you’re about to find out where your sister gets the mischief from.] 

She winks, leaving Michael in suspension. [I dove for his feet and started tickling them. Your father was protesting and threatening to kick me. But if I’m gonna be honest, your father may have underestimated just how strong I was. Cause no amount of screams for mercy were going to stop me. He made me a buttery, popcorny mess. So I was just indulging him this one time, so I could get his crazy reactions. 

“CLARA STAHAP! GET OFF MEHEHEHEEE!” “IHIHI’M GONNA KICK YOHOHOHOU!” 

“MEHEHERRCYYY!” 

“PLEEEEHEHEEHEHEASE! IHIHI’M GOHONNA DIEHEHEHEE!”] 

“It was almost identical to the laughter your uncle Henry unlocked yesterday on your video tape!” She admitted. 

Michael looked at the video, and smiled brightly as he watched his little sister attack their Dad’s sides. His Dad looked so happy! Like, almost hysterical! He hadn’t seen that side of his father before. 

[And of course, I had to stop tickling him before I killed him. The poor man can’t handle many tickles before he starts hiccuping like a confused baby. And though I did get him laughing until that point, I would never go farther than that. That would be too mean. 

But he did end up getting revenge on me when the credits started to roll. And I was too sucked into the movie to even notice he was ganging up on me until it was too late. So he tickled me some, and I tickled his belly back. We did end up having to clean up the basement carpet with the vacuum. And the couch needed to be vacuumed as well. And of course, I needed a shower after getting butter all over me. But you know what?] 

“It was worth it to hear him laugh like that.” She admitted. 

“I bet it was! Dad’s laugh is hilarious!” Michael admitted. 

“You know…your laugh kinda reminds me of your father’s at your age…” She admitted with a smirk. 

Michael’s smile dropped slightly as he quickly noticed the playful glint in her eye…the same glint that Liz often had…And now, his Mom was showing it too. “M-Mom?” Michael mumbled. 

“And if I recall…” Her smirk widened as she lowered her fingers towards Michael’s feet. “There’s someone else in this house…” She immediately grabbed his foot and started tickling it. “-That has Will’s ticklish tootsies!” 

“BAHAhahaha! Mohohom NOHOHO!” Michael threw his head back and pulled on his foot to no avail. “Nooo? No what?” She asked in a playful, sly voice. 

“NOhohoho tihickling!” Michael tried to answer her. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over the sound of adorable laughter!” She teased next. 

“Ihihihi’m nohohot adohorable!” Michael tried to tell her. 

“Ooooh, you can play the tough, big man to your friends all you want.” She giggled. “But you can’t hide the truth from me!” She reminded him. 

“Mohom- MOM- WAIT!” Michael gasped and covered his mouth. 

“Oooh, I guess someone’s little toesies are still ticklish?” She teased, very gently fluttering her nails under his toes. 

“NONO-” Michael wheezed. “GAHAHAHAHA! MOOOOM! Stahahap!” Michael snorted and shook his head. “Thihihis isn’t fahahair!” Michael whined through his laughter. 

Mrs. Afton laughed at his words, and lessened her attack a little bit. “That is, word for word, something your father has said to me many times.” She admitted. 

“Whahat?” Michael asked, his left eye closed as he struggled to focus on her words rather than the tickles. 

She smirked slightly and changed her voice to be a little higher. “I can’t tickle you back! This isn’t fair!” She mocked her husband. “That’s exactly what your father always said.” She admitted. 

Michael’s laughter had lessened somewhat, but the teasy little flutters were still leaving him squeaking and giggling in almost an embarrassing pitch. He couldn’t cover his face, even if he wanted to. He was too busy hugging his aching belly. Every little flick and flutter against his toes, made him wanna giggle like a toddler. And he couldn’t tell if he liked this giddy feeling, or hated how vulnerable he felt. Perhaps a mix of both? It was really hard to tell when your only thoughts are ‘NOT THERE! EEK! NO! HELP! EEK!’. 

“Alright, I think I got my point across.” She moved her fingers away and looked at the TV. By this point, the video had finished, and returned to the 0:00 part of the video. Michael was rubbing his feet on the couch to stop the phantom tickles plaguing his poor toes. He was still breathless, with the occasional giggle and laugh jumping out in between. 

“But in all honesty, your video is amazing. If you want, I can burn the video onto a disc.” She offered. 

“Really?!” Michael reacted. He looked visibly happy, and somewhat shocked by his mother’s encouraging words. 

“Of course! If I had a video like this years ago, I would’ve kept it in a special place till the day I die.” She admitted. “But I’ll need your help working the computer.” She admitted. 

“I can do that.” Michael admitted. 

“Cause…You know, I’m not as tech-savvy as your father.” She teased. “I barely know how to run the VCR.” She joked. 

Michael rolled his eyes. “It’s easy, Mom. Click the power button, click the eject button, and put a VHS into the VCR.” Michael reminded her. 

“Small problem:” She smirked and held up a cassette tape. “It’s too small.” 

Michael stared at his mom with a mixture of shock and amusement. “...Are you fucking serious?” He asked. 

Mrs. Afton gasped and threw the cassette tape at his head. “Michael! We do not swear in this house!” She reacted. 

Michael laughed as the cassette tape hit his forehead. “Mahaybe you don’t.” Michael joked. 

…And that was all Michael could say before his laughter filled the living room once again. He may be a teenager by this point. But it appears that his mother has never let go of his toddler years…Or his father’s younger years, for that matter. 

[zoe-puryear]

Anton x Peppino

2. Spike Spiegel x Space Dandy

3. The Once-ler x The Warden

4. Guts (berserk) x Dimitri (fire emblem three houses)

5. pinhead x candyman

6. Alex Mercer x Desmond Miles

7. samurai jack x johnny bravo

8. Stanford Pines x Rick Sanchez

9. Ash Williams x Herbert West

10. Alucard x Sebastian Michaelis

I love crossover ships

[gameprincessanya]

Taking a Break in the Safe Room (Switch!William, Switch!Phone Guy)

Summary: When Scott gets hurt on the job, Henry has William watch over him. William isn't the affectionate type, but he soon finds a way to bond with him that both of them can enjoy!

…

Everything had been going fine. The children were laughing, Freddy was on stage with Bonnie. The guests were chatting amongst themselves and Scott was serving beverages.

William, on the other hand, was telling Henry that his idea would never work. He'd thought of some other animatronics, and designed the costumes, but they were more like fursuits than animatronics and didn't fit the restaurant's style.

In his rage, William gestured a bit too wildly and smacked Scott in the face. He yelped and recoiled, the tray falling out of his hand. The drinks then spilled all over the floor. Panicking, Scott rushed for a towel to clean it up. But he unfortunately slipped on the floor himself. He flailed, and then fell over backwards, hitting his head on the floor. Some of the surrounding customers laughed.

"Scott! Are you alright?" Henry said in a concerned tone. He rushed over to examine him.

When Scott didn't answer, Henry looked up at William.

"It seems like one of us needs to help him."

William nodded.

"Good luck… I'll be on my break."

"Will!" Henry cried angrily. "You did this. You fix it. I need to get the extra costumes ready just in case!"

Growling, William crossed his arms. Why did Henry have to be so mean to him?! Why did Scott have to be such an idiot?!

Looking down at the scene, William thought he may as well take him to the safe room. It was nice and roomy in there, and maybe he could take his break at the same time. Not like an out cold man needed much.

In the safe room, William nibbled on his sandwich. He sat in a chair he'd stolen from the dining area, and had set Scott on a couch he'd stolen from the game room. He didn't know how the day could get any worse, but he wasn't optimistic.

Seeing Scott move didn't unsettle him until the man rose like a zombie to sit up.

Jumping, William glared and held his heart, pounding fast.

"You scared me!"

Looking around, Scott seemed confused.

"Huh? Where are we?"

William explained the situation, not enthused.

"You slipped on the floor and hit your head. Henry wanted me to take care of you."

"Oh."

Scott could hardly remember what happened. All he recalled was the happiness and whimsy he felt before it all went down. Things were silent as Scott processed everything.

"Uh… S-so, did the spill get cleaned up?"

"No idea."

Scott rushed to his feet.

"Then someone's got to-!"

Stopping him, William walked up to him and held his shoulders.

"No. You can't start to work already. You might have a concussion."

"Huh?" He looked confused, but then sat back down. "Oh… Uh, then what?"

"You are staying with me on your break. Or Henry's going to be angry at both of us…"

Scott stayed silent, hoping he understood. He sat back on the couch and watched William eat. His mind was reeling and not much was making sense. He'd ask for some food too, but he wasn't really hungry. He was already underweight because he didn't eat very much. He'd grown up poor and was used to not asking for stuff unless he absolutely needed it.

After a while, he spoke up.

"So, William?"

"Hm?"

"Thanks for taking care of me." Scott smiled softly.

"Oh? It's alright."

Walking up to him, Scott offered a hug. William cautiously accepted it, patting his back awkwardly. Scott's hug was warm, full of affection. William tried to show more affection by patting a little more intently, squeezing his lower back close to his sides. To his surprise, Scott made a strange noise, and pushed him away.

"Hm? Oh…" William smirked. "Come here, Scott."

Smiling nervously, Scott stood there wondering what he should do.

"Uh. Heh! W-why?" He said, already knowing.

And William pounced, wrapping his arms around his waist and tickling him all over. His quick fingers moved from his belly to his sides, up to his armpits, and back again.

"HAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAA! WILL! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAA!" He squirmed and flailed, but William followed his movements. "STAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHP!"

"I think you might be a little ticklish!"

"AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAAA!! YOHHOHOOOHOUUUU DOHOOOOOHOOHOON'T SAHHAHAAHAHY!" Twisting around, Scott looked for an opening. William was scribbling everywhere he could, mainly focusing on his sides. "HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAHA!"

He knew Scott could catch his breath relatively easily, so William wasn't afraid of going all in.

"You know, your sides are very poke-able!"

Grabbing his wrists, Scott pushed him away and took a breather.

"Haha… Heehehe… S-so are yours!" He shot back, and dared to poke William back.

Flinching, William looked startled. He gulped and backed away when he saw him smirk. Unlike Scott, who was used to giving and receiving physical affection, William didn't get touched a lot, which probably made him more sensitive. Scott noticed and got a sly grin.

"They are not!" William snapped. He hoped it would discourage him.

Scott grinned, poking them with both hands. "Wanna bet?"

"HAHAHAAHAAAAAAHHHAHAHAAHAHAAHHH!!"

Since William wasn't used to this, he didn't have good breath control. He was uncertain where Scott would go next. Secretly he hoped Scott would continue, because he was curious as to how ticklish he really was.

"Okay, so you know what has to happen…" Scott said teasingly. He brushed his fingers along his sides once more, delicately, making him flinch. "We're going to have to make a deal…"

He scribbled William's thick hip.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAA!"

"That's right… You don't tell anyone about me, and I won't tell anyone about you." He winked. His tone was playful. "Got it?"

William just stood there and said nothing.

Scott grinned.

"Oh? Wait. Heh… Or maybe, you want this…?" He teased, tickling William's ribcage, delicately like a piano.

William screeched and wheezed.

"AHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAAAA! NOT THERE!! HAAHAAHAAHAAAA!!"

He pushed his hands away.

Scott seemed unaffected.

"Am I wrong??"

William huffed, blushing.

"You… you are wrong!"

"Oh really…?"

He scribbled William's neck, making him devolve into squeaks.

"EEEHEE!! HEEEHEHEHEEEEEHEE!"

William took a defensive stance as he caught his breath, holding Scott's wrists so he couldn't do this further. Seeing as he was taking longer to catch his breath, Scott sat down with William. William seemed upset, so he rested his hand on his shoulder and made sure he was alright. This was the wrong move, as William was ready. He grabbed his wrists and held them behind his back. Then he went for it.

"By the way?" William said, booping and scribbling Scott's sides once again, "Haha… You… You know that this isn't a secret?"

"EEHEHEHEHEHEEEHEHEE!" He squealed, thrashing and trying to get away. "STAHAP! WHAHAHAAHT'S NAHAHAAAAAT A SEHECRET!?"

"That you're ticklish." He grinned, as he tickled up and down his back and along his spine. "So basically you just promised me you wouldn't tell anyone I'm ticklish. I'm truly grateful!"

"HEHEHEEEHEHEEHEHEEHEEHEHEEE!"

Scott's face flushed more as he pulled away from William's grip.

"Hahahaaaahaha… hhohhohow dihihid you knohohow?"

Smirking, William recited the incident.

"Don't you remember? Your comrades tickled you at the company's Christmas party?"

He shook his head.

"Wheheheehn?"

"You came in with the drinks and they started poking you. You told them to cut it out, or you'd spill them! Your voice was strained and high pitched. They knew what they were doing!"

Scott huffed. He remembered being quite proud that he did not spill them. It was his grandma's eggnog recipe, home made.

"W-whatever." He held his sides protectively. The sight of him was quite adorable, a huffy, pink faced little nerd. (Well, only little compared to William.)

William smirked. "Anyway. I'm going to tell Henry you're alright."

He got up to leave, but just to show Scott he had more tricks, he scribbled his fingers along his back.

"EEHEHEEHHEHEHE!"

Scott jolted and shifted away from him, arms in a defensive stance. He pouted.

"Mehehean!"

"You know you like it."

To this, Scott had no words. He looked away and laughed awkwardly to try and lighten the mood.

William rolled his eyes and left the room, checking in with Henry. He told the man Scott was holding up alright.

Seeing that things were ok, Scott pushed himself up. He decided he'd slacked off enough today. Time to get back to work!

…Or so it would seem. Henry stood at the doorway and shook his head. He had a glass of water in his hand. Guiding Scott back to sit down, he made him drink from it.

"I think you're going to need more rest. You hit your head, remember?" He smiled a little through his stern tone. Scott did look better, but he didn't want Scott to push through his pain.

Scott hadn't remembered, but then his body did, pain shooting through his skull.

"Ugh…. Y-yeah…"

Henry had some pain meds in his hand, but Scott shook his head.

"I can't. I'm allergic."

Henry nodded, and gave him a warm cloth instead. Scott eventually relaxed and rested against Henry, who patted his back.

"Heh, thanks Henry. Maybe I needed this…" He muttered.

"Of course you did, Scott. Be kinder to your body and take your breaks when you need them."

Scott hummed softly, and given his body was already very tired, it took that as the green light to go to sleep. Henry smiled softly, and continued to stroke Scott's back, wanting him to rest easy.

[tsp-k]

"Oh, who's hiding here?"

The salaries in Subway are not very high, so on Halloween night Sub-ler agreed to swap shifts with William Afton at the Freddy fazbear pizzeria for an additional fee.....

[zoe-puryear]

I'll go first Arsène Lupin x Spike Spiegel and pinhead x candyman and Anton x Peppino and Alucard x Sebastian Michaelis and The Once-ler x The Warden and Cole MacGrath x Alex Mercer and Guts x Dimitri and Ash Williams x Herbert West

Y'all, what's your Favorite Type of Crackship/Crackships Poster?

(more specifically crossover crackships).

Is it:

A. Completely a joke. For the memes. Funny silly goofy. The art is all shitposts. The fics are all crackfics. Those either make zero sense, or somehow so much sense you can tell it's a joke. "Shrek x Anyone"

B. We're only half-joking here. It started as a joke, but now that we think about it, they might work out...? Probably not tho. We're still shitposting, tho. We got the memes. "HAHA that'd be funny! 👀"

C. LOWKEY WE THINK THEY'D BE GOOD. HEAR ME OUT PLS. We're hiding that we'd think they'd be good because we don't want to get made fun of- but we think they'd be good. We'll write an essay because we think they'd be good together. It may never happen, but I still like this ship. "Plz hear me I know you'll think I'm cringe, but-"

(Bonus question: What's your favorite crackship?)

[louddydisturb]

Evil, ornery, scandalous and evil, most definitely

Harry, uma agente viuva negra. Foi enviada para a "missão tomlinson", missão comandada por zayn malik há mais de 2 anos onde o principal objetivo era exterminar o lider da maior facção do reino unido, louis tomlinson e ex namorado de harry antes dela as informações dele para o black widow project

Louis, 28

Harry, 26

Tw: violencia, knife play, blood kink, h!inter

Ultima one shot por um tempinho pq minhas aulas voltam segunda e eu vou me foder estudando mas volto em setembro ainda pq tenho umas q só falta finalizar

Ainda aceito ideias

Boa leitura!!

"Precisamos que faça um trabalho hoje a noite" zayn, chefe de harry, fala assim que a cacheada entra na sala ampla

"Eu ia na operação stones hoje" styles fala brincando com a arma em seus dedos

"Não vai mais, coloquei lauren no seu lugar" zayn tira alguns papeis de uma gaveta "sente-se por favor" harry acomoda a glock no suporte em sua coxa e senta na cadeira em frente a mesa do homem onde ela pode ler perfeitamente o nome da operação

Operacão tomlinson

"Ah não" ela bufa "não quero ir passar recado"

"Não irá passar recado, vamos por um fim nessa operação" os papeis são colocados na frente de harry que folheia um por um "hoje louis tomlinson chegará por volta das 11:00 da noite de uma de suas boates na parte boêmia de londres, você tem 1 hora para entrar no apartamento sem deixar rastros e fazer uma surpresinha para nosso amigo de longa data" zayn entrega outro papel, era a planta do prédio "confio em você, styles."

✨️

"Agente 1, na escuta?" Harry escuta um dos reforços falar no ponto em seu ouvido

"Na escuta" harry se abaixa no peitoral do terraço do prédio de tomlinson "reforço 1 e 2, fiquem preparados" ela diz terminando de prender a especie de corda que ela usar para descer até a janela do 25° andar, apenas 2 andares abaixo de onde ela estava "descendo para o alvo"

A cacheada pula do parapeito do predio, ficando presa pelo suporte em sua cintura

Ela desceu devagar fazendo o minimo de barulho possivel e então chegou na janela grande que dava a visão do apartamento completamente escuro de louis

Ela tirou uma especie de chave universal de seu cinto, não demorando mais que 5 minutos para estar caminhando pelo apartamento

Era um bom local, decoração moderna, organizado e limpo -- não por muito tempo --

"Agente 1, carro do alvo localizado, está entrando no estacionamento do predio"

"Tudo em posição" ela senta confortavelmente na cama king size do quarto grande, a adaga rodando em seus dedos

Seus olhos verdes caem no relogio analogico na parede

22:59:50

As luzes do corredor acendem e passos podem ser ouvidos

22:59:55

Harry escuta barulho do molho de chaves e então a porta principal é aberta

22:59:57

A porta é fechada e o barulho das botas ficam mais altos pelo apartamento

22:59:59

A luz do quarto onde estava é ligada

23:00:00

"Boa noite, senhor tomlinson" ela profere devagar, a ponta dos dedos delicados escostavam na ponta brilhante da adaga

"Oque malik tem de tão importante para me agraciar com a visita de uma de suas viuvas negras?" O tomlinson tateava uma parte falsa da parede

"Procurando isso?" Ela tira a pistola de sua cintura "uma otima arma, estavel e com otima precisão. Treinei com uma dessas" os olhos azuis gelidos a encaram

Harry levanta caminhando como um animal espreitando sua presa

"Pode dar o recado já" louis se escora da batente da porta ao que harry se aproxima mais 

"Já que insiste" em um movimento ela puxa o braço de louis, o jogando contra o chão e o imobilizando ali "vamos ver... louis william tomlinson, 28 anos, nascido em doncaster e se mudou para a casa do tio em londres aos 8 anos, esse que era um traficante famosinho na região e que te batia constantemente, com sede de vingança o louisinho de 16 anos começou a se meter em briguinhas de gangues de bairro e com 18 começou a criar seu propio imperio de drogas e prostituição" ele faz uma pausa, destravando a arma e pressionando o cano contra a cabeça de louis "que historia comovente, tommo. Eram assim que te chamavam, certo?"

"Fez o dever de casa, lindinha" ele vira a cabeça encarando a cacheada por cima do ombro "onde quer chegar? Você enrola muito" ele força seu corpo para o lado imobilizando harry embaixo de si, um tiro sendo disparado e quebrando o vidro da janela grande "parece que o jogo virou, agente styles"

''Agente 1, precisa de reforços?" Soa pelo ponto de comunicação

Harry puxa a cabeça de louis contra o chão, antes de se esgueirar dos braços fortes e levantar empunhando a arma

"Não" ela aperta o botão em sua cintura "bons movimentos, tommo. Me impressionou"

"Treinei com os melhores, lindinha. Se quiser posso te treinar tambem" ele levanta limpando o sangue que escorria de seu labio

"Francamente nós dois sabemos que sou melhor que você" louis é mais rapido em puxar a garota pela cintura a jogando na cama e tirando a arma, que era a sua, da mão dela

Ela estava com o peito contra a cama, uma de suas mãos estava presa firme em sua costas pelas mão de louis

"Sou mais agil"

"Não seja tão convencido, tommo" ela tira a adaga do suporte com a mão livre e faz um corte no braço esquerdo de tomlinson, rasgando a camisa termica que o outro usava

Ela aproveita a baixa guarda do outro para subir em suas costas e pressionar a adaga contra sua garganta

"Vou ser bem clara" ela puxa os fios castanhos e faz um arranhão no pescoço lisinho, sem cortar nada "entrega o chip"

"Amo quando puxam meu cabelo na cama, amor" ele sorri cafajeste, irritando harry "não tenho nenhum chip"

"Claro que tem, o localizador diz que está aqui" a adaga volta para o pescoço de louis "o chip" ela fala pausadamente aproximando seu rosto da cabeça de louis

"Você é agressiva, amor" harry bufa apertando o corte no braço de louis, sangue manchando o lençol branquinho "ai, ta bom, ta bom, preciso que me solte"

Harry sai de cima dele, uma mão empunhando a adaga e a outra na sua arma no suporte "vou mandar a conta da lavanderia para o fodido do malik" ele resmunga caminhando para o guarda roupa com harry em seu encalço

"Nem vai ser preciso" ela diz baixo com um sorriso de lado

"Aqui pega essa merda" quando harry avança pegar o chip louis a puxa colocando uma arma em sua cabeça "falhou no dever de casa, styles" ele aperta o braço em um mata leão "saberia que eu não entrego facil" ela tenta o esfaquear mas seu corpo é posto contra o armario, impedindo o contato da faca com o braço de louis e limitando os seus movimentos

Harry sentia o ar começar a fazer falta e sua cabeça latejar, ela solta a adaga se amolecendo no aperto de louis

"Fodida" ele solta o corpo de harry caminhando para longe

Harry resmunga baixinho antes de se levantar e derrubar o mais velho com uma tesoura de perna em volta do pescoço, fazendo-o gemer dolorido com queda

"Se fosse mais inteligente saberia que com a força que aplicou um mata-leão não mataria em 5 segundos" ela aperta as pernas em volta do pescoço de louis "fala aonde está o chip ou eu quebro teu pescoço e eu mesma acho"

"N-não s-ei" as mãos tatuadas apertam as coxas de harry tentando sair do aperto

"Não se faça de tonto, tomlinson. Mas saiba que vai ser otimo para o meu trabalho entregar na bandeja a cabeça do traficante mais procurado da inglaterra"

"Por ser você eu ate deixo" ele aperta um ponto na cintura de harry, fazendo-a afroxar o aperto e então louis pode se virar prendendo ambas mãos de harry em cima de sua cabeça "sabe, styles. Costumavamos formar uma otima dupla" ele aperta as bochechas gordinhas "até você me trair e me apunhalar pelas costas" ele desce a mão para as coxas apertadas no macacão "mas eu ainda sei seus pontos fracos, amor. Sei como te fazer ceder" ele aperta o local "malik é mesmo tão burro no nivel de te mandar para me matar?" Os labios fininhos beijam o pescoço alvo de harry

"Supera, tomlinson. já se passaram 3 anos ou continua chorando como um bebê chorão?" ela se debate no aperto de louis tentando se livrar das mãos fortes

"Você não sabe o quanto me excita ver oque você se tornou" ele mordisca a mandíbula da cacheada "você seria minha bonnie perfeita, amor"

"Me solta, tomlinson. Não irá quer um corte no outro braço tambem"

"Não negue, harry. Nos dois sabemos que não superou tambem" ele se encaixa no meio das coxas grossas, aproximando seu rosto do de harry

Os olhos verdes se fecharam, suspirando fundo. O perfume de louis a envolvia por completo

Louis solta as mãos de harry e se senta no meio de suas pernas, a garota se apoia em seus antebraços observando o outro ainda extasiada

"Eu já superei há muito tempo, encontrei outros que fodem melhor em menos de 1 mês"

"Ah sim?" Ele acaricia a panturilha dela por cima do tecido grosso "então só mais uma foda não vai fazer diferença?"

"Não vai ter "só mais uma foda" " ela faz as aspas com os dedos

"Não?" Louis engatinha ficando por cima de harry novamente

"Não" ela prendeu as coxas na cintura de louis e o virou, fazendo-o bater as costas no chão "não gosto de ficar por baixo, tomlinson" ela sente o volume nas calças jeans de louis embaixo de si

"Ah não gosta?" Ele levanta ainda com harry em seu colo e senta na cama "você gostava bastante quando estava comigo, ainda mais quando estava apanhando amarrada nessa cama" Harry passa os braços pelos ombros largos de louis e usa de apoio para rebolar contra a ereção embaixo de si "nada profisional de sua parte, styles"

"Voce quem começou" louis puxa o pequeno ziper do macacão de harry para baixo, liberando os peitos cheios da garota

"Ainda melhor do que eu lembrava" os labios fininhos beijam a pele exposta, fazendo-a se arrepiar "você continua tão sensivel quanto era três anos atrás, tem certeza que fodeu com alguem em todo esse tempo, harry?"

"Pode ter certeza que foram mais do que as putinhas que você usou de tapa buraco" ela puxa a camisa termica de louis para fora, as unhas passeando pelo peito desnudo

"Sempre achei que você ficava gostosa nesse uniforme, pena que vamos ter de tira-lo" ele empurra a parte de cima do macacão, deixando a aranha no braço direito a mostra

Louis beija e chupa o torso imaculado de harry, ouvindo-a gemer baixinho em seu colo

Ele estapeou a bunda redodinha antes de a jogar na cama e descer seu beijos até o fim da barriga de harry

"Confeso que prefiro te ver assim" as botas de harry vão para o chão, as adagas caindo e fazendo um barulho metalico no chão "na minha cama e a minha mercê" o macacão é retirado por ultimo, deixando-a apenas com a calcinha de renda molhada "não está sozinha styles?" Ele puxa o fio do ponto de comunicação que estava grudado com o macacão "não vai precisar mais disso" louis fala antes de se abaixar no meio das coxas de harry, ela podia sentir a respiração dele em sua pele

"Louis..." ela leva as mãos para os fios de louis, tentando o empurrar contra sua intimidade

"Continua apressada" ele se afasta para se deitar com a cabeça a apoiada nos traveseiros, harry entendeu aonde ele queria chegar

A cacheada engatinhou ate o peito de louis, virando de costas e ficando de quatro por cima dele

"Caralho" ele xinga baixinho antes de afastar a calcinha de harry e a puxar, sua lingua passeando por toda a buceta, iniciando uma sucção esfomeada

Harry rebolava contra a lingua de louis, gemendo manhosinha enquanto punhetava o pau duro por cima da calça

"Oh lou..." o moreno estava praticamente sufocado e sentindo seu pau pulsar no aperto da cueca

Ele tira harry de seu colo e termina de tirar a calça jeans e a cueca, suspirando aliviado antes de harry voltar para seu colo praticamente atacando seu pescoço

"Me fode, lou" ela fala baixinho entre as mordidas e chupões no pescoço do mais velho

"Se quer faça você mesma" o de olhos azuis aperta a bunda redonda e puxa os lados da calcinha delicada fazendo o tecido se partir "você disse que arrumou outros que te fodiam melhor, então eu talvez não saiba como você realmente gosta"

O resto do que era a calcinha de renda vai para o chão ao que harry levanta um pouco para encaixar o pau grosso em si, descendo com dificuldade considerando que eles estavam fodendo praticamente no seco

Os dois gemeram unisono, louis apertando a cinturinha fina

"Quica amor, você disse que gosta de ficar por cima" ele se apoia nos antebraços, jogando a cabeça para trás ao que harry rebola lentamente em seu pau

Harry esconde o rosto no pescoço de louis choramingando e apertando os ombros do mesmo

"Oque foi, nenem? Não está gostando? Você quem disse tudo, eu só estou fazendo oque você falou" as mãos fortes passeiam pelas curvas do corpinho em seu colo "diz oque você quer"

"Quero que me foda, só como você faz, lou." Ela quica mais urgente se sentindo a beira de um orgasmo "forte e fundo"

De repente as costas de harry voltam para a cama e louis se encaixa no meio das coxas começando a investir contra a garota, os musculos dos braços tatuados ficando aparentes ao que ele apertava e puxava as coxas gordinhas contra si

"Louis... porra" ela arranhava as costas largas buscando algum apoio ali

Ele grunhe sentindo a buceta apertar seu pau em um orgasmo longo, a cacheada arqueando as costas e gemendo abaixo de si

"Não para..." harry aperta os musculos fortes fazendo sangue escorrer pelo corte aberto ali, louis geme gozando em tiras grossas

Ele deita nos peitos cheios de harry tentando regular sua respiração e brincando com o mamilo durinho antes de o colocar na boca

Harry gemeu e apertou seus fios castanhos ainda sentindo o falo pulsar em si

"Você é uma traira, harry. Traiu minha confiança e agora está traindo a confiança de zayn. Tudo isso porque é uma puta por pica" ele sai de cima de harry apenas para a virar na cama, deixando-a de quatro e com a bunda colada em sua pelves "só uma puta, mas a minha puta" a mão de louis acerta em cheio a bunda branquinha deixando a marca exata ali "agora é a minha hora de mandar um recadinho para, zayn" ele penetra harry novamente, em  estocadas agressiva, os gemidos gritados ecoando por todo o quarto

Harry estava tão imersa no prazer que sequer percebeu louis ativando o microfone do seu ponto de comunicação que estava na cama

"Você é a puta do lou, hazza?" Ele apertava e estapeavas a bandas já vermelha

"Do lou...só do lou" louis sorri puxando os cachos, colando seu peito nas costas de harry

"Que putinha, amor. Estragando uma missão porque não consegue se controlar" harry geme ainda mais alto sentindo louis estimular seu clitoris e morder seu ombro "você vai trair o malik tambem?"

"Uhum" lagrimas se acumulavam no canto dos olhos verdes

"Sim?" O torso da cacheada volta para a cama "então vamos dar um ultimo recadinho para o filho da puta" ele pega a adaga de harry na cama, traçando a ponta fina pela pele macia de harry, ela geme mais alto sentindo a ardencia do corte

Louis traça um "LT" na bunda vermelha de harry, sangue escorrendo e sujando as mãos do mesmo, que voltava a foder harry, agora ainda mais agressivo e certeiro

Harry já nem sabia oque fazer, ela se sentia como se estivesse sendo estimulada em todos os pontos possiveis

Ela tentou escapar, gritar, espenear mas seu cerebro parecia que tinha desligado

Ela apenas esquichou contra a pelves de louis, choramingando no traveseiro e sentindo seu corpo tremer

Louis gozou quase que instantaneamente apenas e ver o estado de deixou sua garota

Ele desligou o microfone e acariciou as costas lisinhas de harry

"Shh... hazza, eu estou aqui" a cacheada choramingava baixinho colocando as mãos entre as pernas, sentindo a porra vazar devagarinho ali

Louis levantou pegando uma caixinha de primeiros socorros, tirando gaze e soro dali para poder limpar o corte que ja tinha parado de sangrar, ele passou uma pomada cicatrizante e então passou um paninho com agua morna com calma por toda a cacheada

Ele sabia o quão sensivel harry ficava depois de uma foda

"Deixa eu limpar" ele aponta sonolenta para o corte de louis

"Não precisa, eu limpo" ele pega uma camisa sua do armario e veste na garota, que agora estava sentada na cama, chiando baixinho com a dor no corte

"Eu que fiz, eu limpo" ela tira outra gaze e molha no soro, limpando todo o sangue seco que tinha escorrido pelo braço e o ferimento, perdendo um pouco da concentração nas tatuagens que pintavam todo o braço forte antes de envolver com um curativo

"Vem, vamos dormir no outro quarto, não to afim de trocar os lençois agora" louis diz puxando harry para o seu colo, que ri

"Você não mudou nada, né?" Ela deita no peito de louis ao que ele se joga na cama do outro quarto

[alvaronobrejunior01]

O amor não prospera em corações que se amedrontam com as sombras.

(William Shakespeare)

[dalgli3sh]

PREPARE TO GET STARSTRUCK! Acabamos de ver LEONARD WILLIAM DALGLIESH passando pelo tapete vermelho! Com seus 32 anos, ele é um ATOR, MÚSICO E COMPOSITOR conhecido pelos seus fãs por ser muito EDUCADO E CORDIAL, embora há quem diga que nos bastidores ele possa ser bastante METÓDICO E TEIMOSO. Você ouviu o que os tabloides andam dizendo sobre ele? Não? Ah, eu te conto! Estão dizendo que FOI DIFÍCIL TRABALHAR COM ELE EM SEU ÚLTIMO PROJETO! Será que isso é verdade? Hm… esperamos que isso não comprometa o seu trabalho, porque ele é essencial atrás das câmeras!

nome: leonard william dalgliesh. nome artístico: leonard dalgliesh idade: 32 anos. Data de nascimento: 18/05/1993. Local de nascimento: Londres, Inglaterra. Ocupação: Ator, cantor e compositor. Orientação sexual: Heterossexual. MBTI: INFP.

gosta de: privacidade, chuva, frio, comida no geral, ler, ouvir música, tocar violão, filmes, desenhos, animais, dormir, locais calmos, praia no final do dia, jogos, fazer trilhas, tomar vários banhos por dia.

não gosta de: pessoas invasivas, lugares com muito barulho ou cheio de gente, calor, paparazzi, mentiras, ser subestimado, ignorado, dependência emocional, que mexam em suas coisas, pessoas desorganizadas e, principalmente, comida americana.

𝅘𝅥𝅮 ⸺ 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 ❞

Costuma ser uma pessoa bem calma e calada, gosta mais de observar antes de finalmente sair da bolha e socializar. Devido ao jeito quieto, muitos o julgam como alguém sério e de poucos amigos. Acontece que Leonard é introvertido e, com os anos no ramo artístico, vem tentando melhorar e muito esse seu lado. É como um golden retriever preso em um corpo de gato preto. É só saber conversar e ser paciente para conhecer o seu melhor lado. Sempre sorridente e muito brincalhão. Não esconde sua teimosia e muito menos o orgulho, ainda mais em situações onde tem certeza de que está certo. Dificilmente irá dar o braço a torcer. É um homem muito educado e cordial, a boa educação veio de berço e é sinônimo de orgulho por parte de sua mãe. Não costuma se estressar com frequência, mas depois dos inúmeros problemas que teve no trabalho, Leonard passou a frequentar a terapia copiosamente todos os anos. Isso o ajudou e muito, especialmente no seu desenvolvimento como pessoa e um bom profissional.

𝅘𝅥𝅮 ⸺ 𝗕𝗜𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗬 ❞

Leonard nasceu e viveu em Londres até os 10 anos de idade, quando se mudou para os EUA devido ao trabalho de seu pai na época. Sua família materna sempre teve um pé no mundo artístico, sua mãe foi atriz enquanto seus tios chegaram a montar uma banda de garagem que, infelizmente, nunca saiu dela. Seu avô era um grande fã de Jazz, seguiu a vida como cantor por longos anos até se casar e ter seu primeiro filho, largando a vida de cantor para focar na família que aos poucos foi crescendo. Já o lado paterno de Leon foi o responsável por tirá-lo de terras britânicas e coloca-lo em meio ao caos de New York. Seu pai um advogado bem renomado, iniciou um escritório na cidade após seus números de clientes crescer consideravelmente no país. Isso incluía empresários que, por gostarem do seu bom desempenho em Londres, acabaram o convencendo expandir sua clientela. O que Leon particularmente adorou, afinal, a vida tornou-se mais fácil e cheia de benefícios.

Diferente do pai que tinha um grande tato para os negócios, o garoto acabou seguindo os passos de seus tios maternos. Desde pequeno era amante de músicas e o primeiro instrumento que aprendeu a tocar foi violão, passando para a guitarra assim que entrou na adolescência. No entanto, por mais que não fosse o seu foco ou estilo, Leon levava jeito no piano e arriscou algumas aulas de violino. A mudança de garagem e showzinhos em bares ocorreu quando Leonard recebeu uma proposta, de um olheiro, para tentar uma vaga de guitarrista em uma banda até então desconhecida. O jovem que não tinha muito a perder, além de algumas aulas na faculdade, topou o desafio. A certeza do que queria só veio quando viu a banda tocando pela primeira vez para um grupo razoável de fãs. Foi ali que decidiu cair totalmente de cabeça na ideia de se tornar um guitarrista profissional.

Só que nem tudo eram flores. No começo Leonard não tinha o que reclamar, seguia a agenda imposta pela gravadora a risca e sempre que podia – ou tentava – colocava para jogo suas ideias e opiniões. Que por varias vezes foram ignoradas por “não ser o momento certo”. E uma vez dentro desse mundo e com alguns contatos por parte de seu pai, Leonard começou a procurar novas áreas no meio artístico, não queria se limitar a uma única função e desperdiçar suas oportunidades. A carreira como ator nasceu após uma conversa com sua mãe. A mulher acabou largando a carreira no seu auge para cometer o mesmo erro de seu pai: cuidar da família. Enterrando os seus sonhos para dedicar cada minutos aos seu filho e marido. Foi então que em 2010 deu inicio a suas aulas de atuação, algo novo e que despertou e muito a atenção de Leonard. As participações em audições serviam mais como um treinamento, buscando feedback para entender onde e o que precisava melhorar para se sair bem frente as câmeras. E foi numa dessas tentativas, de forma não intencional, que acabou conquistando o papel primeiro papel no cinema como o Príncipe Jaspian na Trilogia de Nárnia e alguns anos depois de Jon Winter na saga Game of King.

Conciliar a carreira como guitarrista de uma banda e ator de série não foi nada fácil, especialmente quando o projeto em questão acabou conquistando um publico muito alto. Isso gerou algumas ausências necessárias de Leonard em shows específicos, juntando isso ao fato de se sentir subestimado no grupo e a venda não autorizada de suas composições para outros cantores, o britânico anunciou sua saída imediata da Paraplus e sua vida se tornou, em partes, um inferno quando o processo contra a gravadora entrou em vigor. De um lado teve que aguentar fãs o taxando de ingrato e irresponsável por largar a banda com apenas duas integrantes, mas do outro tinha o apoio daqueles que – da forma como podiam e eram informados – apoiava a iniciativa do ex guitarrista. Seu rancor com os membros do Paraplus é algo é carrega até hoje, visto que nenhum deles ficou ao seu lado quando a gravadora lhe passou a perna ou o apoiou em suas sugestões.

Mediante os altos e baixos, Leonard fez sucesso na série ao qual trabalhava e, por mais que o final da mesma tenha se tornado um lixo e motivo de outro bafafá envolvendo seu nome, não negava que a oportunidade de crescer como ator lhe ajudou a abrir novas portas. Alguns singles foram lançados após sua saída do grupo, deixando claro para os poucos fãs da banda que ainda o acompanhava que não tinha pretensão de abandonar totalmente esse lado. Quando game of kings chegou ao fim, Leonard tirou um momento para focar em seu álbum, mas a data de lançamento tornou-se um mistério após ser anunciado em 2020 que seria o Batman na nova trilogia.  

𝅘𝅥𝅮 ⸺ 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗝𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗦 ❞

Projetos passados e encerrados: Ex integrante da Paraplus. Posição: Guitarrista. Projetos atuais como cantor solo:

My Manners (paródia de the way i am) – 09/11/2019

Observation (paródia de attention) – 27/04/2020

Go slower (paródia de slow it down) – 25/06/2022

Álbum em andamento com previsão de lançamento para final de 2025.

Existem alguns projetos que gostaria de incluir aqui, mas como são feats estarei deixando aberto para futuras conexões!

Projeto passados e atuais como ator:

Príncipe Jaspian em Trilogia Narnia - Paródia de As Crônicas de Nárnia. (2011 - 2013 )

Jon Winter em Game of Kings – Paródia de Game of Thrones. (2012 até 2021).

Gary Unwin em Princesman: Serviço Secreto – Paródia de Kingman: Serviço Secreto. (2019)

Gary Unwin em Princesman: Circulo Dourado – Paródia de Kingsman: O Circulo Dourado. (2021).

Bruce Wayne/Batman em THE BATMAN – ( 2022 )

Leonard caiu de cabeça no mundo da atuação e, devido aos seus esforços em crescer nesse ramo, não se importou em viver uma agenda apertada com duas gravações ocorrendo de forma simultânea.

[yourdarlingness]

hello deathe ! may i request npts based on Teru Mikami from death note , please ? thank you

　Teru Mikami　names · pronouns · titles

　◞◟　NAMES　✦

asher . christ / christopher . charlotte . eleanor . claire . eli . ezra . jonathan . lucy . madeline . morgan . olivia . reid . rowan . theo . william . yves

　◞◟ 　PRONOUNS　✦

hx / hxm . shx / hxr . thxy / thxm . ki / kill . kil / ler / killer . 4 / 4s . fou / four(th) . pun / punish . mor / morbid . vi / vile . si(n) / sin . de / dev / devote . un / unholy . ob / obey . noe / note . wri / write . scri / scribble . de / death . tomb / tombs . 🩸 . 💀 . 🔪 . 📓 . 🖋️ . 📓🖋️

　◞◟ 　TITLES　✦

the ( devotee / loyalist / fourth / hand ) of Kira . the servant who serves Kira . the most devout follower . the evil punisher . the devotee who vanquish evil . one with strong sense of justice . the unholy juror . the "righteous" one . Kira's most devoted follower . the prosecuting devotee . prns* undying devotion . prns* sickening ideals

sorry for less names >< it was a bit hard + mind was blanking out

[nominzn]

replay | j.jh

(parte 2)

avisos! menção à morte. notas: o epílogo de tsou sairá em breve, mas não hj. para preencher o buraco, eis aqui a continuação desse cenário inspirado em manifest.

Um dia você está na Jamaica, no outro pousa em Nova Iorque após uma série de complicações.

Primeiro aquela turbulência sinistra no meio do voo, por um instante pensou que fosse morrer. Como ficariam seus pais, seus amigos, Jaehyun? Esse foi seu pensamento enquanto o avião tremia com as luzes apagadas e os raios ao lado de fora entravam pela sua janela como flashes de câmeras.

Passado o sufoco aterrorizante, não conseguiu dormir até que o capitão William Daly anunciasse que o pouso havia sido autorizado. Respirou aliviada por um breve instante, mas o outro anúncio a interrompeu. Por qual motivo a polícia escoltaria o desembarque?

Os 191 passageiros acompanham com horror quando — já desembarcados porém todos mantidos na pista, — os federais encurralam o piloto. Você passa os olhos pelos passageiros imaginando se um deles teria cometido alguma infração ou crime, mas era difícil ler os olhares tão assustados quanto o seu.

— Tem gente doente aqui! Qual é o problema? — uma mulher loira, alta, mais perto da aeronave pergunta em voz alta.

Ela está acompanhada de um homem um pouco mais velho de traços muito semelhantes, devia ser seu irmão, e de uma criança, a aparência abatida e fraca denuncia que ela estava falando da doença dele.

— O problema é que o voo Montego 828 decolou na Jamaica dia sete de Abril de 2013. Hoje é dia quatro de Novembro de 2018. — o detetive do NSA declarou em alto e bom som. — Vocês estavam desaparecidos, considerados mortos, por cinco anos e meio.

Em conjunto com mais da metade dos passageiros, você prendeu a respiração. Isso é impossível, só pode ser mentira. É uma pegadinha, com certeza. Há câmeras em algum lugar, não é? Há alguém rindo em casa neste exato momento das caras de terror e pânico que se formaram.

Exceto que não era uma mentira.

Pelas próximas horas, o galpão do outro lado do JFK abrigou os passageiros para que pudessem ser interrogados um por um. A espera era torturante e silenciona como um veneno poderoso. Quando finalmente chegou a sua vez, os nervos falharam e você perdeu a calma.

— Boa noite, senhorita. Eu sou o diretor da NSA, Robert Vance, e estou aqui para me certificar da sua segurança.

— Minha segurança? Estamos sem comer há horas dentro de um galpão sem aquecimento e ninguém nos explica nada! Como caralhos ontem eu embarquei na Jamaica e agora você me diz que eu perdi cinco anos da minha vida? Isso... — as lágrimas de desespero embargam sua voz e encharcam seus olhos. — Isso é impossível.

— Se eu fosse a senhorita, tomaria cuidado com o meu palavreado. — ele empurra uma caixa de lenços na sua direção. — O impossível já foi riscado da lista essa altura. — um suspiro sai da boca do policial visivelmente perdido e cansado. — Então por que nós não nos ajudamos? Me conte a verdade sobre o que aconteceu no avião.

— Eu era parte do voo 827. Cheguei no aeroporto e ouvi o anúncio do overbooking e do voucher, então para não perder tempo com despache errado e essas coisas, fui até o balcão e me voluntariei para ir no voo 828, que seria apenas duas horas depois. — um outro agente adentra a sala e lhe oferece uma xícara de café bem quente, você aceita e aproveita para esquentar as pontas dos dedos. — No voo, tirando a turbulência bizarra que me fez pensar que eu fosse morrer, correu tudo bem. Até a gente precisar ser escoltado pela polícia, é claro.

— Me descreve os momentos da turbulência, por favor. — é uma ordem disfarçada de pedido.

— Estava chovendo muito, os relâmpagos eram assustadores. De repente, as luzes apagaram e o avião chacoalhou demais. A doutora do meu lado perdeu o computador, até. Durou alguns minutos, cinco ou seis. Terrível.

Vance mirou os guardas ao seu lado, pareciam ter escutado a mesma história quase cem vezes. Bem, esta é a verdade.

— Muito bem, senhorita. Amanhã nós vamos permitir que alguém venha buscar os passageiros, porém mediante autorização. Preciso de nomes.

— Uhm, Mercedes e Frederic Bennett, meus pais adotivos, senhor.

O semblante do policial torna-se ainda mais firme, é quase assustador.

— Eles estão indisponíveis. — que cabeça a dele, não tinha como você saber. — Há dois anos, senhorita, seus pais foram encontrados sem vida no Queens. Envenenamento.

— O QUÊ? — não faz sentido, mas ao mesmo tempo faz. Isso tudo está longe de ser apenas uma brincadeira, então apenas permite os soluços escaparem. — Quem matou os meus pais?

O silêncio que segue o desvio do olhar responde a sua pergunta. O ar lhe falta e o nó na sua garganta dói um pouco mais ao passo que seu coração parece rasgar-se em pedaços dolorosamente pequenos.

— Você tem outra pessoa que possa vir? Pense em um nome, senhorita. Para o seu próprio bem.

Você regulariza a respiração como pode. No ontem dos passageiros 828, seu pais fizeram uma chamada de vídeo para lhe desejar um bom voo, hoje estão mortos. Não dá para acreditar. Funga enquanto pensa em quem poderia te ajudar, já que não tem muitos amigos, ainda mais cinco anos e meio depois. Quem se lembraria de você?

Johnny, talvez... Ou...

— Jaehyun Jung. — diz entre soluços e lágrimas secando.

— Mais alguém? Precisamos de outra pessoa, caso ele não apareça.

O que acontece se ninguém aparecer? Não é a primeira vez que Robert dá algo a entender.

— Johnny Suh.

— Parentes?

— Amigos.

— Realmente espero que sejam seus amigos, senhorita. Reze.

Um guarda te ajuda a voltar para o lugar onde os outros passageiros estavam, 191 camas estão sendo montadas agora. Passariam a noite ali. Os irmãos e o pequenino de mais cedo choravam ao juntos ao longe, deitados um ao lado do outro porque só resta esperar que o pesadelo inicial acabe.

Na manhã seguinte, o clima gélido da cidade não se assemelha em nada com o dia anterior, especialmente nas primeiras horas do dia. Desde às seis da manhã Jaehyun e Johnny estão de pé em frente ao portão acorrentado que deram como referência para o aguardo do horário combinado. Exatamente às sete e meia, a última distância entre vocês seria inexistente.

Jaehyun não ficou quieto desde o momento em que soube da notícia. Mal conseguiu trabalhar, muito menos pensar em algo que não fosse você, o que teria acontecido, onde passou todo esse tempo, porque não entrou em contato, como as autoridades não encontraram um sinal sequer da sobrevivência de todos os embarcados... o mistério era grande demais para que ele ficasse em paz.

Apenas piorou ao receber, por volta das nove da noite, a ligação dos federais comunicando que ele era um dos autorizados para te buscar. Se lembra dele, afinal. O coração descompassou por uma felicidade quase sombria, não sabe dizer se cabe no momento.

Se ele é um dos autorizados, quem seriam os outros? Jaehyun sabe que seus pais morreram, ele tentou evitar a todo custo. Visitas diárias, mudar-se para mais perto, agir como filho... nada adiantou. Por longos meses ele se culpou, sentia que a devia algo e não pôde cumprir. A pergunta não perdurou muito tempo em seus pensamentos, pois recebeu a segunda ligação mais difícil daquela noite.

Johnny Suh

Até o dia em que souberam do seu desaparecimento, não tinham noção de como a amizade que existia era frágil. Era você o elo que os conectava, sem a sua presença, como um castelo de areia, tudo se desfez e quase não deixou rastros.

Da mesma forma que ele, Johnny também cuidou dos seus amados e das suas coisas como foi capaz. Após a partida trágica das pessoas que você mais amava, tudo ficou demais. Portanto, mudou-se de volta para Chicago sem olhar para trás.

— Eu nunca imaginei ter que fazer essa ligação. — Johnny começou a falar do outro lado da linha. Ouvir a voz do rapaz comoveu Jaehyun, fez a situação inteira finalmente tornar-se sólida, real. — Acabei de chegar em NYC, você vai amanhã?

— Como... como você sabe que...

— Ela te amava, Jaehyun. E algo me diz que para ela o tempo não passou, então ela ainda ama você da mesma forma. — o barulho do freio de mão sendo puxado é seguido por um suspiro exausto. — Óbvio que ela escolheria você. Você vai?

— Vou. — mal consegue proferir nada, apesar da concentração em disfarçar a voz embargada.

— Esteja pronto às cinco.

Óbvio que às cinco em ponto ele já estava até fora do prédio, ansioso à espera do outro. A ansiedade corroendo o abdômen não se sabe se era causada pelo reencontro com Johnny ou contigo, tudo ao mesmo tempo, talvez.

Não foi um cumprimento alegre, os dois envolvidos e concentrados demais no maior mistério dos últimos anos. Ao passo que se aproximavam do aeroporto, mais apertados os corações ficavam. Que diabos aconteceu e como foi possível que todos voltassem? Estariam machucados?

Ao chegarem, foram submetidos ao interrogatório de um dos policiais à frente da operação resgate, como eles chamaram. Precisavam comprovar quem eram e que tinham sido convocados para retirar os passageiros do galpão.

— Estão falando deles como se fossem coisas. — Jaehyun declara com indignação na voz.

— Se falam deles assim para nós, imagina o que não fizeram com eles. Ou vão fazer.

Nas últimas horas, o mundo foi à loucura com o retorno do voo 828. Alguns chamam de aberração, outros de milagre, outros de impossível, uma minoria cogita ser um teste científico... Jaehyun, no entanto, passou a se apegar a ideia de que esta é a segunda chance que pediu aos Céus nos cinco anos que passaram.

Quando o ponteiro do relógio vintage do homem aponta sete e vinte e oito, o escarlate das veias borbulham. Johnny mal tem paciência para repetir que se acalme, pois já o havia feito incontáveis vezes. Esperou anos, horas, porém os minutos finais eram tal qual tortura.

No momento em que o portão abre, quem aguardava dispara para dentro do galpão feito louco. Johnny e Jaehyun, no susto, fazem o mesmo, sem nem saber a razão.

Você olha assustada para o avalanche de pessoas preenchendo o lugar outrora quieto senão pelos prantos disfarçados. O barulho atiça a angústia no coração, dá para ouvir os próprios batimentos cardíacos também.

O que será que vai acontecer comigo se eles não vêm?

As órbitas passeiam por cada canto do recinto, as unhas arrancam as pelinhas que se soltam ao redor dos dedos, a familiar sensação dolorosa na garganta começa a reaparecer. Está perdida.

O impacto que atinge as laterais do seu corpo te tiram do eixo por um milésimo, porém descansa ao reconhecer a tatuagem de girassol bem na altura dos seus olhos. Johnny. Do outro lado, o cheiro inconfundível de brisa campestre denunciou a presença de Jaehyun.

Nunca deveria ter duvidado.

[reinato]

Devocional Jovem

AUTÊNTICO - EVERTON AUGUSTO E DIEGO BARROS

IMPACIENTES!

O noivo demorou a chegar, e todas ficaram com sono e adormeceram. Mateus 25:5

A esperança do povo de Deus repousa na volta de Jesus. Dessa promessa vem o nome da Igreja Adventista: o povo que aguarda a segunda vinda de Cristo. Nós cremos nisso, nós esperamos por isso e cantamos sobre isso. Gerações de adventistas têm cantado: “Breve virá, breve Jesus voltará!” Nós sempre associamos o virá com o breve. É exatamente por isso que o versículo de hoje me deixou perplexo.

Um dia, ao ler esse verso, minha mente parou, e eu pensei: “Como assim, ‘o noivo demorou a chegar’”? Não pode ser! Como é que eu vou cantar “não tardará” ou “breve virá” quando eu leio na Bíblia: “o noivo demorou a chegar”?

A solução para esse paradoxo tem a ver com a ênfase de nossa pregação. Em nossa obsessão com o tempo, o breve acaba se tornando mais importante que o virá. Nós ficamos mais preocupados com os ponteiros do relógio do que em viver o evangelho.

Vou tentar explicar melhor. Um dia sem ver o amor da sua vida parece uma eternidade, porém um dia ao lado dele ou dela passa voando. Uma coisa é passar o sábado confinado, esperando para fazer uma prova; outra coisa é passar o sábado em um campori superanimado. O tempo é o mesmo, mas nós o sentimos passar de forma diferente.

O problema é que, na “geração do miojo”, meia hora é uma eternidade. Na realidade, quem fixa os olhos no movimento dos ponteiros perde de vista a aventura da vida. William Barclay escreveu: “Devemos viver de tal forma que não importe o dia da volta de Cristo.” Só assim o evento vai se tornar mais importante que o tempo no qual ele vai ocorrer.

Enquanto esperamos, o Pai do Céu deseja produzir em nós paciência que nos faça perseverar na fé e na fidelidade aos Seus mandamentos. Por isso, hoje eu consigo cantar “não tardará” e “breve virá”. Quando sinto que o Noivo está demorando, sei que o problema está em mim, não Nele. Jesus não está atrasado. Espere com fé e seja fiel.