and i drift away from reality

Wow, this got long! I guess now might be a good time to tell you I’m writing a fic for the stowaway thing??? This may or may not make it into the final product, we’ll see. 

It was almost thrilling at first, like an intense game of hide and seek. Now you were lost and in constant fear of being found by giant alien robots, the reality of the situation having hit you like a snowball to the face. You were hungry, exhausted, and goodness knew how far away from home. On top of all that, you were sure you getting sick. There was no sunlight here, no gummy vitamins shaped like teddy bears, and your skin had grown hot and dry. You would’ve cried if you weren’t so dehydrated. Frustrated, you threw yourself down on the floor.

“Cyclonus! Look, here they are!” Numbness burst through you. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep. Now there was a blue and white robot crouching much too close to you, and a dangerous looking purple one approaching. You tried to run but your movements were sluggish. It felt like your brain was lagging. The purple one lifted you with hands like knives.

“It is unwell,” it said in a deep, echoing voice. “We should take it to Ratchet. Come along, Tailgate”

“They aren’t an it, Cyclonus,” the little one- Tailgate?- protested, but followed anxiously.

By the time the robots finally put you down you were nauseous from the journey. Had there been anything in your stomach, you would’ve thrown up. Instead you just whimpered and screwed your eyes shut.

“Primus,” a new voice hissed, and you didn’t have time to wonder what a primus was until something prodded at your lips. It was like something your mother gave your medicine to you in, but larger. And it was filled with water. Blessed, sweet water, more crystal pure that anything you’d ever tasted. You gulped it eagerly.

As abruptly as it came, it went. “Easy there,” murmured the voice who didn’t have a body yet. Things were blurry when you opened your eyes but you were able to make out a reddish-orange boxy shape. “Drift, make yourself useful and comm. Magnus and Megatron. Tell her we’ve found the kid.”

“Rodimus will want to come to,” you glanced over. This one looked like it was made of blades. You wished for more water.


You’d fallen asleep again, and when you woke you were given some bread and more water. It was a feast if you ever saw one. You’d dug in without question. As you ate you watched Boxy-Red-Orange talk with three other bots. One was made of flames, one had skyscrapers for shoulders, and the last one was gray and sad. They kept glancing at you. You chewing slowed as you considered the notion that they might be fattening you up to eat you. The three new bots came up to you.

“I don’t taste good,” you rasped. Flamey laughed and the other two started. Skyscraper leaned down to look you in the eyes.

“We aren’t going to eat you,” the robot said. “We’re going to take care of you. Do you remember how you got on this ship?”

You shook your head.

“Well, that’s okay. We can look into it later. What’s important is that you’re safe,” Sky scraper pointed to itself. “I’m Ultra Magnus, and this is Rodimus and Megatron. They’re captains of the Lost Light, which is the ship you’re on now.”

Megatron? Why did that name sound so familiar? Vaguely, you remembered your father having a discussion with his friends. It was mostly boring and political, and the issue of safety had come up. Your father had mentioned some new kind of “cyber-cone” technology. Days later he’d come home with a new gun you weren’t allowed to touch, then taught your mother how to turn the safety on and off before locking it away. You’re sure somewhere in there Megatron was mentioned. Maybe Megatron made the guns?

“I wanna go home,” you keened. Thinking about your parents made you miss them. The Ultra Magnus bot frowned sympathetically.

“I know, but home is very far away. You need to stay with us until we can get you back to earth,” it-he?- said. Your lip began to quiver. You wanted to go home now.

“How long’s it gonna take?” you whined. Ultra Magnus sighed.

“I don’t know,” he said. “But I promise we will get you home.”

Luke often found himself zoning out as he watched you.

He didn’t mean to, honestly. But every time he looked at you, he discovered that he was drifting away from reality, watching the way your eyebrows creased, his thoughts spiralling from there.

The furrow of your brow reminded him of how concentrated you always appeared when you were painting your nails. The light blue nail polish would take him back to the time you’d stated that it was your favourite colour, only because it matched his oceanic eyes.

When he came downstairs to find you cooking pancakes, your blouse untucked from your skirt and humming a soft tune, he’d be transported back to all the times you’d attended concerts together, how the lights had cast your face in different colours, how your hair had frizzed up from the humidity of the venue, how wide your smile was when Luke offered to lift you onto his shoulders.

When your lips moved fluidly, constructing words and stressing syllables, Luke couldn’t help but to remember the way those same lips had attacked his neck the night before, scattering hickies along his tender, pale skin. Or how soft your mouth had felt against his, or the sounds that had escaped as you’d laid under him, whining and panting while his hips had rocked into yours.

He was doing it again now, but he couldn’t stop himself. One more second, he’d always think to himself, but it proved to be far longer as his thoughts swaddled him and whisked him away, his continuous train of thought never ceasing. One tiny detail led to another, and another, but Luke never seemed to mind.

“Lu,” you said softly, snapping him from his trance.

He blinked once, his eyes focussing on you, and sat up a bit straighter in his chair, his brain remembering that you were in the midst of telling him a story of what had happened today at work.

“Sorry, what?” He asked, twirling his fork into the plate of spaghetti you’d cooked up.

You sighed, looking at him sternly, but unable to fight against the small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Luke chuckled sheepishly and scratched the back of his neck, willing himself to concentrate as you continued on with your tale.

But even as you spoke, he found his eyes drifting down to where your left hand lay nonchalantly on the surface of the table. His gaze flickered from your hands to your eyes in hopes that he didn’t appear to be losing focus again. Thankfully, your eyes were trained on your plate of pasta, eyebrows knitting together as you spun your fork around, gathering strands of spaghetti.

Luke stared dreamily at your left ring finger, imagining a silver band circling around the digit. And suddenly he knew that when he would propose, when you would both be standing at the altar—grasping hands and waiting to begin your new life together—he would instantly flash back to this moment: the moment he realized he was going to marry you.

Elevator Tunes-COMPLETED (Mature)

So I finally finished it, guys. Enjoyy because who couldn’t use a little Justin smut to block out all of this “Jailey” drama? The answer is no one. So seriously. Enjoy.


The dexterity if his hands made my whole body tremble.

Feeling his long, skilled fingers graze the sensitive skin exposed on my thigh, my mind instinctively began conjuring up the image of his fingers travelling elsewhere. I yearned his touch all over and even the slightest contact between us had me arching into his palm. He had me relinquishing control whenever I was with him, willingly, because it never seemed to fail in setting me off…

His thick lips, planted sloppy wet kisses slowly over my jaw, easily down my neck and it got harder for me to bite back my moans with each one. A sense of pure bliss washed over me entirely and numbed my senses, provoking my subjectiveness as a whole. My mind was slowly drifting away from reality thanks to him.

Momentarily, I forgot that we were in an elevator.

But upon realizing it, I then deemed it to be the most agonizingly slow elevator ride of my life. Justin could tell that I was growing impatient when I buried my face into his chest, so he held me. He pulled me closer to him by the waist and enveloped his muscular, inked arms around my hips. His erection was pressing thickly against my belly, and it amazed me to see him remain so calm. Meanwhile I was dying. As I leaned into him, I could feel his fingertips brush over my ass accidentally, but it made me cringe – cringe with desire.

Finally a ‘ding’.

Justin loosened an arm from me and entered the code that allowed us access to the penthouse. Then he guided me through, keeping his heated hands low on the curve of my back. Before we even made sure the door was shut, I found myself kissing him. He was fine with making me wait, but I was far too desperate to even mentally accept the idea.

Justin,” I moaned against his lips. He was being chaste, and it was pissing me off because we were both aware of the severity of my arousal even though he acted as though he didn’t care. I looked up slowly and nearly melted at the sight of his intense hazel eyes. Absentmindedly, I nervously began to chew on my lip.

His hand slid down and gripped a handful of my ass, and then I heard him groan. “God, baby, you’re so fucking hot.” He grunted rubbing his crotch against mine. I could have said the same about him, but I needed to release some sort of tension – not build more. “And you were so good for me tonight.” The gradual change in his tone got me pooling. This transition was, by far, my favorite of all the emotions Justin portrayed.

He was going from ‘loving boyfriend’ to ‘daddy’.

Pressing another wet kiss to my swollen lips, he led me to the bedroom. Only a sliver of moonlight illuminated our room and our unnecessarily oversized bed. “You’ve been such a good girl for daddy tonight, baby girl.” He whispered quietly whilst nibbling on my earlobe. “On the way home I was thinking of ways to reward you.” Dragging my false white nails over the lapels of his suit, I sucked my bottom lip in between my teeth and hummed. “You can ride daddy’s cock, if you want, baby girl. I’ll even let you sit on my face.”

The rawness of his words sent me over the edge, and practically a millisecond later, I attacked him. I flew into his arms and wrapped my legs around his torso, initiating a passionate kiss as I began to rip off his tux.

His tongue was the first thing down my throat, and it caught me off guard for a moment, but his tight grip kept me secure on his body. Soon, his tantalizing tattoos were exposed while his suit jacket and shirt – as torn and as mangled as they were – ended up in a pile on the other side of the room. I ran my fingers through his dirty blonde hair and sucked on his tongue, moaning at the thought of it plunged into my soaking wet core.

Sitting on his face would be heaven.

He pulled harshly on the zipper of my bodycon dress and tugged it over my head. Lowering me back down to the ground, my hands found his belt buckle and his suit pants came off along with his briefs. My mouth watered once his erection sprang free and I even contemplated sucking him just for a little while. Justin’s size was intimidating and no matter how many times we had sex, I never got used to its largeness. Every once in awhile, I would doubt if it would even fit inside of me. But then I’d be carried back to the mind-shattering orgasms it’d bring me.

Sometimes I found myself wondering how I got so lucky to have him as my boyfriend.

“This new?” He hooked a finger under the strap of my black lace bralette and stroked himself softly. A soft moan followed by a nearly silent “fuck” escaped his lips once I nodded. He ran his fingers through my long, brown hair and snaked his fingers down my back to unclasp the bra. My tender breasts jutted out over the fabric and bounced freely once my bra hit the floor. Justin paused for a moment but then pulled down my underwear as well. “Your body is fucking unbearable.”

I started to hyperventilate when I felt his thick length pressing against my core, for the thought of him inside of me and his kisses along my breasts was utterly overwhelming. “Justin, please,” I moaned into his hair, sweat rolling furiously down my forehead. Justin hummed and bit down on my swollen, numbing nub that stood at full attention for him.

“I don’t know if I can put it off any longer, princess.” Justin grunted, rolling his hips against my own. I wanted to slap him simply because I’d been trying to get him to stop the foreplay to begin with. I felt like it was building enough tension to make me spontaneously combust. He lifted his body from mine completely and stood on his knees.

Justin spread my legs as far as he could and line himself up at my entrance, his brows knitted together in complete concentration. He let out an absolutely deafening groan as he slid into me slowly, however, quickly filling me up to the brim. He stretched me out and I was trying desperately to adjust but I couldn’t help but moan his name even louder. “Oh, God, Justin.” I could feel tears of pleasure welling in my eyes.

“Fuck,” he grunted, leaning back down to my face to place a messy kiss over my mouth, “fuck, Y/N.” He squeezed at my breast and groaned. “Fuck, you are so tight.” His darkened hazel eyes rolled back into his head and I dug my fingernails into his shoulders when he worked up enough strength to move, pulling himself out and slamming back into me enough to make the headboard hit the wall. I was full on screaming now, not giving the slightest fuck about what any neighbors had to say.

“Fuck!”

My toes curled and my mouth parted, but no sound came out. My stomach was tightening with each thrust, him ramming himself into me, and I could already feel my prgasm approaching. Only, I was determined to make this last.

Justin paused for a second panting heavily into the crook of my neck, his drying tongue brushing against my skin, and I took the opportunity to flip us over. His eyes widened when he realized that he was on the bottom, but a mischievous smirk eased over his lips. I shimmied my hips a bit, biting back a whimper, and rolled them onto his length. His hands curved around the swell of my hips and he groaned, guiding me to start a slow, steady bounce.

I wanted to put on a show for him even as sweaty and as sticky as we were. I leaned forward, speeding up my pace a bit and dragged my hands over the tattoos on his chest, moaning with each hop. “Holy shit, Y/N, if you make that face again, I’m gonna cum right now.” He bit down on my lip, grunting as he planted a heavy slap against my ass. I could barely feel my legs because I was bouncing so hard.

The sounds of our skins colliding alone was enough to push me over the edge, and in all honesty, I was pretty damn close already. “I don’t think I can hold it anymore,” I sputtered to him, my breath heaving with the urge to release.

“Fuck, go ahead,” Justin whispered, “Cum for me, baby.”

With his permission, I did and my orgasm washed over me so hard that I only saw stars for a few seconds. I screamed into his chest and fell limp against him when I felt him cum inside of me. Sex with him was by far the best, no doubt.

How the 78th class would sing Never Say Never
  • Hagakure: Reality slips far away
  • Yamada: fiction comes alive, we start to play it
  • Mondo: hope is no more behind a closed door
  • Sayaka: as we drift away from where we were before
  • Junko: hope and hopelessness become one
  • Chihiro: it's all meaningless, we've already begun
  • Naegi: yup we are all one in the same
  • Toko: never opposites, we play the same game
  • Ishimaru: so I listen to the world, know right from wrong
  • Sakura: stay focused, so I can stay strong
  • Mukuro: if you ever wonder why I'm trapped inside
  • Celestia: it's probably just because I told a pack of lies
  • Asahina: maybe it's a dream, maybe it's a pride
  • Togami: maybe for myself, I often wonder why?
  • Leon: until our very last breath
  • Kirigiri: we're running after life, trying to beat death
Sometimes, I just want to express how much you mean to me through tight hugs. Hugs from the side, back hugs or even the front ones, any form of it. I just want to remove the distance and space that separates us. I want to feel you next to me and fill up this vacuous room with deafening silence. I want to enfold my arms around your soul case. I want to be with you as close as I could. I want to hear the symphony of our heartbeat. I don’t want to hear anything else right now. No words, no arguments, just it. I want to squeeze you tight and feel the friction of our skin. I want to feel your warmth that melts my worrying. I want to feel how your arms will caress me and how your breath will touch my soul. I want to escape from these difficulties we’ve been experiencing. I want to hug you intimately and speak no more. Let this eliminate everything. Let this drift us away from the reality. Let me hold you tight and let your heart feel my adoration. I’m sorry.
Elevator Tunes (Slightly Mature)

Author’s note at the end xx

The dexterity if his hands made my whole body tremble.

Feeling his long, skilled fingers graze the sensitive skin exposed on my thigh, my mind instinctively began conjuring up the image of his fingers travelling elsewhere. I yearned his touch all over and even the slightest contact between us had me arching into his palm. He had me relinquishing control whenever I was with him, willingly, because it never seemed to fail in setting me off…

His thick lips, planted sloppy wet kisses slowly over my jaw, easily down my neck and it got harder for me to bite back my moans with each one. A sense of pure bliss washed over me entirely and numbed my senses, provoking my subjectiveness as a whole. My mind was slowly drifting away from reality thanks to him.

Momentarily, I forgot that we were in an elevator.

But upon realizing it, I then deemed it to be the most agonizingly slow elevator ride of my life. Justin could tell that I was growing impatient when I buried my face into his chest, so he held me. He pulled me closer to him by the waist and enveloped his muscular, inked arms around my hips. His erection was pressing thickly against my belly, and it amazed me to see him remain so calm. Meanwhile I was dying. As I leaned into him, I could feel his fingertips brush over my ass accidentally, but it made me cringe – cringe with desire.

Finally a ‘ding’.

Justin loosened an arm from me and entered the code that allowed us access to the penthouse. Then he guided me through, keeping his heated hands low on the curve of my back. Before we even made sure the door was shut, I found myself kissing him. He was fine with making me wait, but I was far too desperate to even mentally accept the idea.

Justin,” I moaned against his lips. He was being chaste, and it was pissing me off because we were both aware of the severity of my arousal even though he acted as though he didn’t care. I looked up slowly and nearly melted at the sight of his intense hazel eyes. Absentmindedly, I nervously began to chew on my lip.

His hand slid down and gripped a handful of my ass, and then I heard him groan. “God, baby, you’re so fucking hot.” He grunted rubbing his crotch against mine. I could have said the same about him, but I needed to release some sort of tension – not build more. “And you were so good for me tonight.” The gradual change in his tone got me pooling. This transition was, by far, my favorite of all the emotions Justin portrayed.

He was going from ‘loving boyfriend’ to ‘daddy’.

Pressing another wet kiss to my swollen lips, he led me to the bedroom. Only a sliver of moonlight illuminated our room and our unnecessarily oversized bed. “You’ve been such a good girl for daddy tonight, baby girl.” He whispered quietly whilst nibbling on my earlobe. “On the way home I was thinking of ways to reward you.” Dragging my false white nails over the lapels of his suit, I sucked my bottom lip in between my teeth and hummed. “You can ride daddy’s cock, if you want, baby girl. I’ll even let you sit on my face.”

The rawness of his words sent me over the edge, and practically a millisecond later, I attacked him. I flew into his arms and wrapped my legs around his torso, initiating a passionate kiss as I began to rip off his tux.

His tongue was the first thing down my throat, and it caught me off guard for a moment, but his tight grip kept me secure on his body. Soon, his tantalizing tattoos were exposed while his suit jacket and shirt – as torn as mangled as they were – ended up in a pile on the other side of the room. I ran my fingers through his dirty blonde hair and sucked on his tongue, moaning at the thought of it plunged into my soaking wet core.

Sitting on his face would be heaven.

He pulled harshly on the zipper of my bodycon dress and tugged it over my head. Lowering me back down to the ground, my hands found his belt buckle and his suit pants came off along with his briefs. My mouth watered once his erection sprang free and I even contemplated sucking him just for a little while. Justin’s size was intimidating and no matter how many times we had sex, I never got used to its largeness. Every once in awhile, I would doubt if it would even fit inside of me. But then I’d be carried back to the mind-shattering orgasms it’d bring me.

Sometimes I found myself wondering how I got so lucky to have him as my boyfriend.

“This new?” He hooked a finger under the strap of my black lace bralette and stroked himself softly. A soft moan followed by a nearly silent “fuck” escaped his lips once I nodded. He ran his fingers through my long, brown hair and snaked his fingers down my back to unclasp the bra. My tender breasts jutted out over the fabric and bounced freely once my bra hit the floor. Justin paused for a moment but then pulled down my underwear as well.

OkaY GUYS NOT EVEN GONNA LIE HERE: I GOT SO HOT WHILE WRITING THIS SO I HAD TO STOP FOR A MINUTE. If you guys like it and want me to write more, message me and I’ll finish it. But if not, I don’t wanna put myself through the heat. OmG I was just like “GOD I WANNAA SIT ON JUSTIN’S FACEEEEEEEEEE. LOL. Yeah bYe. 

PS Happy New Year, Everyone

anonymous asked:

The other ask confused me then.........? Why is he your friend?

Holly: Ok so first Jeffrey was working on the skullship and we became friends. He told me about this plan to get himself on the leader board so he could create an empire where people could live safely. I went with him because I was worried that he might get hurt and I wanted to protect him. 

Anyway he got on the leader board and had a few planets under his rule and I became the commander to his army. It was good. It was nice being able to help him and all but things weren’t exactly the greatest. 

He kept doing dangerous drastic things. He was becoming evil, I guess, I don’t know. I didn’t like what I was seeing and I couldn’t help him. It seemed like he was drifting down a path that I couldn’t lead him away from. So I left, vainly hoping that he would get a slap of reality from this and stop doing those dangerous things. That’s why I’m back on the skullship again.

I still consider him a friend even though he said he doesn’t want to see me again. Maybe one day he won’t hate me and we can talk again.

((the short version of all that happened))

My wish to fall back into oblivion leaves the cracks that hold me together start to peel, my wish to go back into the darkness, leave my heart to stop the heal
my mind dwindles with the reality, the force reminding me, that the real world will never be like those in my dreams, and so the chains start to link, into the ocean waves I sink, deeper into the darkening steam, covering my sight, letting me leave
My mind drifts into this world of fiction, it covers my whole and stops any rational function, but I’m enjoying every bit of this world despite it’s lies, despite how many tries I can never shift my reality into this place, because this heavenly utopia will never match my cruel ongoing race of whether or not I am truly happy, of who is there to care for me or how my breaths are going uneven, just take me away!
Take me away from this place for I want to sleep, and d r e a m, and despite my sleepiness state that is forming a mess of my every days, my eyes are still forming the outer space, and I am still sinking in red, despite laying for hours on this bed, listening to symphonies and controlling my fantasies.
My dreams will be everything but real, my characters will never know how to feel, or how to love, how to cherish someone with no limits, not even the stars above, but no matter how long I’ll dream, this universe will never be here in front of me, and despite how detailed it is I’ll never truly see, even my hallucinations will never vision this world that is all in my head, invading my life until I am dead.

planet earth is blue and there’s nothing I can do

a quick one in-between commissions… Heavily inspired by my favourite Bowie song (Space Oddity), this one’s about alienation, feeling detached from reality and drifting further away without being able to do anything about it. 

I played around with some textures and a slightly different style, face ref was once again Dane Dehaan 

[LYRICS] (ENG TRANS) Butterfly

don’t think of anything
don’t say even a single word
just laugh with me

I still can’t believe it
all of these seems like it was a dream
don’t try to disappear

is it true, is it true
you, you
it’s too beautiful, so I’m afraid
untrue, untrue
you, you, you

will you stay by my side?
will you promise me?
I’m afraid that if I let go of your hand
you’ll fly away, you’ll shatter

will you stop time?
I’m afraid that if this moment passes,
this might not have happened
that I’ll lose you

butterfly, like a butterfly
just like a butterfly
butterfly, like a butterfly
just like a butterfly

you’re just like a butterfly
try stealing it from afar, if you touch my hand I’ll lose you
the butterfly effect
you shine within this pitch-black darkness
your small hand motions, me who forgets reality at once
like a breeze that gently caresses
like lightly drifting dust
you’re there, but I can’t touch you
stop
you’re like a dream, to me you’re butterfly high

untrue, untrue
you, you, you

you stay by my side?
will you promise me?
I’m afraid that if I let go of your hand
you’ll fly away, you’ll shatter

will you stop time?
I’m afraid that if this moment passes,
this might not have happened
that I’ll lose you

a barren sound comes from the heart
I can’t tell if this is a dream or reality
my Kafka on the shore
don’t go into that forest
my heart is still crashing upon you
the pieces are melting darkly
I just want to vanish like this
the forever of my love
it’s all free for you baby

you stay by my side?
will you promise me?
I’m afraid that if I let go of your hand
you’ll fly away, you’ll shatter

will you stop time?
I’m afraid that if this moment passes,
this might not have happened
that I’ll lose you

butterfly, like a butterfly
just like a butterfly
butterfly, like a butterfly
just like a butterfly

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