#snd they really do give them their moments to talk about their lost loved ones

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

im rewatching disasters at sea because hi one of my special interests is shipwrecks, and i forgot that one of the episodes includes the phrase

high seas hit and run

[simpforboys]

in another dimension (9)

she/her pronouns

mentions of no way home spoilers! proceed with caution!

summary: with y/n being in recovery, peter makes a tough decision

warning: mentions of scarring snd bleeding, fluff and slight angst, swear words

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peter couldn’t help but snort out of pure happiness. he pressed countless amount of kisses against y/n’s face, making sure no inch of skin was left untouched.

“we’re glad you’re safe, y/n,” peter two smiled at the girl.

“thank you,” she softly grinned.

“i uh- i think our time is coming to an end,” peter one stated.

both y/n and peter nodded. y/n carefully grabbed peter one’s hand, looking him in the eyes.

“i know mj doesn’t remember you, but please let her know how much i miss her. ned too.”

peter gave y/n a sad smile, but nodded nonetheless. “peter,” peter one said to peter three.

“hm?” he hummed. his hands were tightly holding onto y/n, like she was a fragile item.

“take care of this one, okay? she’s a great girl.”

peter nodded, a sweet smile on his face. peter one gently faded away.

“well, as much as i would like to stay i think the universe is telling me time to go.”

“thank you, peter. you were… so helpful,” y/n said sincerely.

peter grinned. “i’m really proud of you.”

the couple watched as he faded away, leaving y/n and peter alone in the hospital room.

“i love you so much, y/n.”

y/n felt her lips curl into a grin. they’ve been dating for six months now, the special L word never being spoken.

“i love you more, peter,” she said as he kissed her again.

peter knew from that moment on y/n was the one. he had never met someone quite like her, and that’s exactly what he loved about her. she was unique, something different. it was refreshing.

-

the few days when the hospital finally released y/n was hectic. peter practically carried her everywhere, waiting on her hand and foot.

he refused to leave her side, and especially refused to do any spider-man duties.

“peter- baby, please-“ y/n laughed as he came racing over. she mentioned something about craving hot chocolate and he quickly went to the kurig and brewed her a cup.

“my girl said she wants hot chocolate, i’ll bring her hot chocolate.”

she grinned as she took a sip of the liquid.

“need more pain killers?” he asked.

“i’m okay for now, thank you,” she answered. peter laid down gently next to her, admiring her face.

her scars were beginning to close up, the little marks being scattered across her body.

“i can’t tell if you’re looking at me out of amusement or disgust,” she joked.

peter grinned. “you’re absolutely beautiful.”

y/n looked into his eyes, seeing nothing but love and admiration in them.

“i love you.”

“i love you.”

“i actually need to talk to you about something,” peter spoke up.

“hm?” y/n hummed.

“i’m thinking it’s time for me to put the suit away and hang up the webs.”

y/n raised her eyebrows in shock.

“how come?”

“i realized that- you’re way more important to me than anything that spider bite has given me. after i almost lost you, it was like reality hit me with a truck. how quickly life comes and goes… and i wanna spend the rest of my life with you. so if that means hanging up the old web shooters and retiring my life as spider-man, i’m ready.”

y/n couldn’t help but let her eyes water as she looked at peter. “i could never ask you to give up your second life, peter.”

“i know- and that’s why i’m choosing it.”

“are you sure? i think the city is going to miss their friendly neighborhood spider-man.”

“i’m sure a new hero will come soon.”

a knock on the door interrupted their moment. peter sighed, getting up and leaving the bedroom to open it.

peter furrowed his eyebrows when he saw the person at the door. “can i help you?”

“you’re spider-man, right?”

peter didn’t say anything- too dumbfounded to speak.

“could you help me with-“

the boy entered the apartment. he gently jumped up, his fingertips sticking to the ceiling.

peter watched in amazement. he had done the same thing at ned’s grandma’s house.

“who are you?” peter asked.

“my name is miles morales.”

-

y/n carefully got up. she could hear their interaction through the door and she wanted to talk to the boy.

she had met him in a supermarket a week ago; before the incident. after a long conversation, she got to know he lost his father and got bit by a spider.

y/n recognized the story and told him to come her to apartment. as she appeared weak in the door frame, peter quickly came over and helped steady her.

“what are you doing up, darling?” he asked.

“miles- right?” y/n gave the boy a comforting grin, to which seemed to ease his concerned face.

“are you-“

“yeah, i’m fine. peter, i had a feeling you would want to retire soon so when i met miles, i invited him over to meet you.”

miles, who was still hanging on the ceiling, looked shocked.

“if you relax your muscles you’ll unstick,” peter mentioned. he jumped up, now both spider-bitten boys hanging on the ceiling.

“woah,” miles gaped. he soon dropped down after the advice peter gave him.

“maybe you boys can go have a chat? peter, maybe you can train him?”

“i don’t wanna leave you-“

“peter.” y/n made the man look at her directly in the eyes.

“i’m okay. i’ll manage for a few hours.”

-

peter and miles headed out to peter’s lab. they made small talk until they approached the building, the glass being shattered still.

“what happened here?” miles asked.

“a villain named venom. y/n was-“ peter swallowed a lump in his throat.

“she was standing right here when he came crashing into the building. that’s why she’s all scarred up.”

“woah,” miles looked around in amusement.

the different spider gadgets and chemicals hanging around the room. a messy desk and office space crowded the corner of the room, next to the storage bins.

“alright. let’s get your training started.”

-

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[blueberry-sunshines]

Small Surpises— Big Brother Shiro x Little Sister Reader

Summary:

You are Shiro's younger sister waiting on him to return from a mission while you reminisce about your life with your big brother which then gets interrupted when he brings you back an unexpected surprise...

Word Count: ~2K

Childhood memories | Brotherly Love

Requested by: @white_skittle on Wattpad

{Your POV}

Honestly, you had never really thought that it would be so boring to be in a half-castle half-spaceship until you were actually in one. It sounds crazy to even think you'd be in one let alone that one exists! One moment you were on earth with Keith trying to figure out these weird radio signals and then the next your brother who'd been missing for a year had crash landed onto earth in an alien pod! And just when you didn't think anything could get any crazier, you found a giant blue lion that whisked you all away into space! That was just the beginning of all the adventures you'd have traveling the universe with your new found family. But as of now, the only thing you could do is wait around the Castle of Lions until the Paladins are back from their mission. To keep your mind off of your boredom and anxiety you tried your best to distract yourself with useless things like wondering the castle and getting lost in your own thoughts.

You were significantly younger than your brother, Shiro. While he was 25, you were only a teenager. You two were always rather close despite your age difference. Shiro was always so cool, you and all of your friends thought he was the most amazing person in the whole world. And if you were being honest with yourself, he still was. I mean, being the paladin of the Black Lion and the leader of Voltron was the coolest thing you could think of! As kids you and Shiro loved playing together, you would play with his soldiers and planes or he'd play dolls with you. You two would spend hours playing little games like hide and seek or just playing pretend.

You would be the princess and Shiro would always be the courageous knight there to protect and save you from evil villains and mystical dragons. Using sticks and pool noodles as swords he would slay any foes that even dared to hurt his little sister. Shiro has always been your hero in more ways than you'd ever realize.

"Fear not, Princess (Y/N)!" He would cry, holding his makeshift sword in the air. "I will slay this dragon to protect you and your kingdom from his evil!" He would then jab at one of your stuffed animals or sometimes even trees, pretending they were the villain.

     As you got older, you two were still super close. Shiro was then entering his teens, going to the Galaxy Garrison to be a pilot. He was so smart and so talented and all you ever wanted to do was impress him. When you didn't think he could get any cooler he always did. But even though he was at the Garrison, he still had never let you down. You have many memories of Shiro picking you up after school and taking you out to your favorite diner. Sitting in a booth across from each other he would ask you about your day while drinking a milkshake in his bright orange Cadet uniform.

"You look silly in your uniform, Takashi." Little you giggled in your memory. You could still see Shiro's face as he pulled away from his Oreo milkshake's straw, as well as the smile that formed on his face as he let out a small chuckle.

"I guess I do look kind of silly, huh?" He agreed, setting down his milkshake softly.

These couple times a week visits made it feel like Shiro had never really left at all. Soon you were able to transfer into the Garrison Cadet program and next thing you remember is staying up late into the night studying with Shiro and practicing your techniques. Shiro was the star of the Garrison and he still remained the star of your life. Sure you had made many friends, but Shiro was still your best friend above all else. You still remember when Shiro had introduced you to Keith and how you two got off to a rocky start. But eventually, it didn't feel like it was just you and Shiro against the world anymore. Soon you had a new honorary brother in Keith. You would all ride around together on Hoverbikes and Landspeeders and you even would take Keith for milkshakes at your diner.

"Hah!" You beamed triumphantly as you swung to a halt on your hoverbike. You looked behind you now as your brother came up to a stop behind you. You laughed triumphantly as you had just beaten Shiro to your designated finish line. "I told you I could beat you!"

"I never doubted you for a second." Shiro told you proudly as he whipped the sweat from his forehead.

You looked now on the other side of you over the edge of the large cliff next to you. "So can I learn the dive now?" You blurted out quickly.

Shiro laughed warmly, "Absolutely not." He said quickly and gave you a teasing smile. "Not until I'm sure you and Keith are both ready." He explained, watching you pout in amusement.

As you were entering your teenage years and Shiro was leaving his, you two had somehow managed to grow even closer. He had come out to you over the course of your time at the Garrison. You still remember him gushing to you all about his, then crush, Adam. You were there for him when coming to terms with his feelings and there when he brought Adam home to your parents for the first time. In return he was always there for you, helping you when you were sick, giving you advice when you were down in the dumps, and he helped you through your first ever breakup.

Time was flying by so quickly and soon, you were an accomplished pilot just like your big brother, and Shiro had asked Adam to marry him. Life was just the way you liked it and you didn't think anything could ruin your wonderful relationship with Shiro. If none of the petty sibling fights you got into or even any of the serious ones could have ruined it, you didn't know what could. But, you could never forget Kerberos...

"We're back!!!" You heard a voice shout from a room over. It was the cherry voice of Lance McClain exclaiming their arrival in the castle. You began running back down the corridor to return to the lounge where you heard the voices coming from.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" Hunk smiled seeing you enter the room. You saw Lance, Pidge, Hunk, Keith, and Allura all standing in the room.

"How did it go out there today?" You asked them all, subconsciously looking around for your brother. The Paladins went to a freed planet to collect some tech that was needed to help the fight against the Galra.

"We collected all the samples we needed." Pidge told you before gesturing behind her, "Coran and Shiro are unloading as we speak." She was unusually smiley, but you brushed it off as her just being happy to have new tech to work with. You were about to leave to go find Shiro when,

"(Y/N)," Keith said your name now, walking over to you, also dawning a small smile. "There's also something we brought back for you, too."

"Hey!" You heard Lance complain, "I wanted to be the one to tell (Y/N)!"

"Too bad." Keith smirked at him and the two began a small, signature squabble as they walked past towards the direction of the showers.

You looked over at Pidge and Hunk now curiously, "What are they talking about?" You asked them, furrowing your brow in thought trying to guess what on earth they could have brought you. You heard them both giggle as they refused to give you any clue before heading towards the showers as well. Your last hope was Allura.

She just looked as confused as you, "I do wonder what they had brought you as well." She said warmly before following you towards the other door the four Paladins had come from originally. As you and Allura made your way down the hallway she tried to offer you ideas as to what they could've brought you, but half the things she said you had no idea what she was talking about.

Once you reached the hangar where the Paladins had come from, you sprinted towards the Black Lion. Coran was placing small metal crates onto a floating cart and Shiro was helping him.

"Shiro, Hey!" You yelled as you got closer, Allura still following suit.

"(Y/N)!" Shiro called your name happily placing down a crate and turning towards you. You laughed as you ran into his arms, you felt him stumble a bit upon impact and you heard him chuckle.

"You really missed me that much?" He teased you as he gave you a tight squeeze before putting you back safely balanced onto your feet.

"Always do." You smiled up at him affectionately. You then cut right to the chase, "Keith said you guys brought me something!"

Shiro raised an eyebrow at you, "He did, did he?" You nodded in response and he let out another laugh. "Alright, you got me." He admitted humbly.

"Is it another crystal?" You asked excitedly. Shiro had brought you small trinkets before from the missions you didn't get to go on. The Paladins often needed your help, but sometimes when there wasn't any risk you'd just stay behind.

"It's better than that." He said mysteriously as he lead you back towards his lion.

"Is it a bigger crystal?" You asked which earned you a laugh in return.

"No... now stop guessing!" He shook his head in amusement. "Wait here, I'll be right back." Shiro instructed you, turning snd disappearing into the lion.

You looked back over to where Allura and Coran were conversing about something while you waited. Once your brother reemerged from Black, he was holding a small box that had some kind of cloth or blanket sticking out from it. You stared at the box in pure curiosity as Shiro grew closer.

"Keep your voice down," he advised as the contents of the box were nearly in full sight. "You don't want to startle him."

You were still not understanding what this could be but now you were thinking it may be alive. Despite not knowing, you listened to your brother and kept quiet. Shiro held the box further down and you saw him.

      You had to hold in a squeal as you saw what Shiro had brought you. It was a small light gray ball of fluff. The creature had long droopy ears, four legs with five tiny toes on his paws. It had four small horns above his closed eyes, a pink nose and cute little pouting mouth. His chest and his face were white and he was all curled up in his long, white, fluffy tail. He sort of reminded you of a chinchilla but much more alien like.

        Gasping you looked back up to Shiro, "No way..." you breathed out finally. Shiro had a large smile on his face.

        "Do you like him?" He asked now, "His breed is concerned to be a loyal partner on Ormaphu. He's a traditional Ormanphian pet called a Bentorm."

         "Shiro I love him!" You gushed looking back down as your sweet, little baby Bentorm.

          "I'm glad, I thought you would."

      When you were kids, you would always beg your parents for a pet but they never let you or Shiro get anything besides fish. Your new Bentorm was the most amazing pet you could think of! Your attention was turned back to the box when you heard him let out a soft yawn as he stretched and uncurled himself. You let out a soft aww, as he sat upright and looked up at you with big, black eyes. He looked as if he was smiling as he looked up at you, he began making a sweet chirping noise and you looked up at Shiro in amazement.

        "You can pick him up." Shiro told you softly, smile still prominent on his face. You reached down and picked him up softly from his tummy, under his arms. You pulled him close to your chest and he quickly snuggled into you, smile on his cute, Bentorm face.

         "From what his breeder told me, they don't get much bigger and they love riding on their owners shoulders as they get older."

       "Allura!" You exclaimed, "Look what Shiro brought me!!"

       

        Allura came over then, in the same awe that you were upon seeing him for the first time. "Is that a Bentorm?" Allura asked looking up at Shiro.

      Shiro nodded and moved the box onto his hip you free one of his hands to pet the Bentorms head.

       "What are you gonna call him?" Shiro asked looking back up to you.

         "Hmmm, I'm not sure..."

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Hi everyone! Thanks for reading this Brother Shiro one shot! It wasn't super long but I think it's pretty cute. Shiro would be the best big brother and I hope I captured that!

Have a great day! Keep requesting please!

[kusagrasskusa]

Kabuto and Adoptive Reader - "Shihaikigo"

Part 1, possible a part 2 (will be linked if it comes out)

Summer: Kabuto had been walking home from a fight and met a little girl there. She had a special kekkei genkai called a Shihaikigo, meaning "controlling marks," which contained the ability to control half the mind of an opposer. She's willingly taken to the Sound Village after she began to trust Kabuto and there she met Orochimaru. She would either be sent to another Sound Villager to be raised or stay under Orochimaru's watchful eye until her kekkei genkai gets stronger. If Kabuto were to aid Y/N in life and to raise her, he could be killed in order to break down Y/N. She's very distrustful in a lot of people but Kabuto since they met. Her kekkei genkai is something that is strong enough to rival a Sharingan or Byakugan so Orochimaru plans to use to for himself one day.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Laying there, on the sidewalk on a rainy night, helpless was a child with long, messy, hair and a soaked light-grey dress with red stains. She had no shoes, no home, no comfort, and nobody. She was essentially useless; helpless in this dark, cruel, magical world full of demons, heros, and killers. No matter where she searched for any kind of sanctuary or light, there was nothing. She was left with no motivation or thing to hold on to as right inside the very woods that surrounded the village she is in, was a clan hidden deep within. In this clan was very few powerful, but nonetheless meaningful and strong.

They managed to survive alone and strongly for centuries since their beginnings, as their kekkei genkai is the ability to control 25%-50% some signals heading towards someone's brain, which can therefore nearly control their actions and thoughts and feelings. Of course, such power comes with restrictions. The hair of the people in the clan is very sacred; although it could be cut, it limits the ability for them to use their kekkei genkai forever, even when the hair regrows. If their power is overused, they will be become sick and possibly will be paralyzed, mentally unstable, and others even among death.

This power is stores within three marks on the person's body; it doesn't matter where they are as long as it's on the head, neck, palm, or shoulders. The mark travels between the brain and fingertips, and the user then has to touch their opponent with their fingertips in order for their power to be in use. As mentioned, it has a limit so typically the user's kill is fast and clean. For it's dark advantages and evil disadvantages, this power is represented with horns and a halo;

This clan was feared quite a lot for it's abilities, and most people are raised to never use their abilities as it could be dangerous. But some people would use it on accident as it was surprisingly much easier to use than thought. And it was a certain child's accidental use of that power that caused her to be so helpless on the pavement of Konoha on a dark, wet night. It was empty and alone on these streets aside from the sound of slow footsteps immersing from the left side of her.

The six year old girl barely turned her head to the person walking passed her; he didn't even seem to notice her. But upon seeing his silver hair, a sparkle appeared in her eyes; it was too foggy to even notice the difference between this snake and the ninja she thinks he is.

"Kakashi, is that you?" Ahe asked weakly, slowly standing up. She pulled her arms to her chest, shaking as the cold rain began to rain down harder. The man in front of her stopped, paused for a moment, then slowly turned around k face her. "Oh...I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else." The girl's look returned to hopeless as she hung her head low.

"Why are you out here all alone at night? Where are your parents?" He asked emotionless as he pushed his glasses up, eyeing the helpless girl. The girl was silent for a moment before whimpering a little. Then all at once, she broke into tears and collapsed onto the concrete floor beneath her. The man stared at her hopeless form for a minute, watching her cry and whimper before he finally crouched down besides her. He pet her back before sliding his hand up under her chin, moving her head up so he could see her clearly.

"You are part of the L/N Clan, aren't you? You possess the Shihaikigo kekkei genkai, do you not? I can see marks on your skin." The silverhead asked, cockkng his head to the side. The little girl sniffed as she wiped away her fallen tears, her lip quivering as she nodded. After a moment, he hummed. "Why is there blood on your dress?" He asked as he wiped away her tears.

"I didn't mean to," she whimpered out. "It was an accident..." And just from that, Kabuto understood. The blood was from her parents; she accidentally killed them. He smirked lightly upon seeing her fragile body break down once more, but this time she lunged towards him and wrapped her small arms around him and clenched his clothes tightly. She cried into his chest as Kabuto brushed his fingers through her chair.

"It hurts, doesn't it? To have lost everything you had ever cared for just like that. And you fear the people around you will hate you; hurt you emotionally snd physically; kill you. It's truly frightening. Such a shame someone so oung has to endure such a thing, hmm?" He asked as he pat her back. She remained in her broken state, his more quiet and listening closely to him. "However, what if I told you there was a way to make these problems disappear? I know people who will except you and love you and raise you for who you are."

Y/N pulled away, her small hands wiping away her tears once more. "But...but...killers don't deserve happiness," she breathed out softly. Kabuto clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

"I think you'll find that everyone deserves happiness. Except," he paused, gritting his teeth as a wider smile appeared over his face. "Excpet those who try to take it from you because they have no idea what you've been through. Selfish people like that will never deserve happiness." Y/N pure yet terrified E/C eyes stared deep into his; she was so young, so naive and so gullible.

"I, for one, believe you deserve happiness. You're a little girl who made a mistake. That's all," he spoke, looking down at her with such manipulation in his eyes. "You deserve a good home with a warm bed for you and nice food. You deserve good parents and most of all, happiness. Don't you want that?" Y/N slowly nodded her head, never breaking her gaze into his eyes. She was so helpless that it was sickening for Kabuto to pry on such a little girl and obviously only for her kekkei genkai.

Y/N sniffed, sighing a shakey breath before replying. "Thank you...so, so much, suh-sir. I really do want things to go back to normal," she replied. She wrapped her arms around him again and sobbed away her last tears in his chest as he held her close. He was patient with her but the heavy rain and fog was making it very hard to see through his glasses. Suddenly, he burst out in a little laugh.

"How rude of me to offer this before I even introduced myself. My name is Kabuto Yakushi. What is your's?"

"My, my name? It's Y/N L/N," she mumbled as she pulled away from him for the last time. "I just really, really, want things to go back to normal. Please, take somewhere safe, please," she begged. Kabuto softly wrapped his larger hands around her waist and picked her up while standing up straight as well. He held her close smiling softly at her with closed eyes and a tilted head. Y/N smiled back at him and giggled for the first time in a while.

He than began his walk to his original path with Y/N in his arms. Along the long walk, he would ask a question about her age, clothing type, school life and grades, hobbies and other things, and he'd give his own answer as well. Anything to get to know each other. Puddles splashed with each step he took and the clouds seem to just get darker and darker. But luckily, about 30 minutes later, it all came to a stop once Kabuto had arrived to his destination: the hideout of Orochimaru or Otogakure.

"Stay here for a little please, Miss Y/N," Kabuto spoke lightly as he walked inside the underground home. "I must go talk to someone right now, but I'll be back with a surprise," he smiled at her as he left her by the entrance doors. She waved goodbye to him as a large smile remained on her face as she was happy to finally by out of the rain. Kabuto's face dropped as he walked to Orochimaru's room in order to discuss Y/N to him. On his way, what played in his mind was the conversation he had with her on his way here.

Such a young girl was capable of such intelligent responses and detailed storytelling. She may have stuttered here and there but overall she was very consistent and concise. She reminded him a lot of himself as he was willing to abandon his orphanage and family to make them live a better life out of fear for their lives. Y/N attacked her parents for nearly harming a few civilians out of thr goodness of her heart. The situations may have been different but deep down, his heart was just as pure as her's at one point in time.

"A member of the L/N clan, you say? My, my Kabuto, you found quite the prize," Orochimaru smiled darkly as he finished hearing the word of his pawn's finding. "Is she capable of using the Shihaikigo?"

"Yes. In fact, she ran away from her clan because she ended a life with it despite her young age," he explained with a dark smile on his face. "She has a very intelligent mind as well."

Orochimaru laughs were hushed as he considered his moves with the girl. "Perhaps after Kimimaro could be her, don't you think? After all, her kekkei genkai is worth as much as a Byakugan or Sharingan; what good is simply seeing chakra when you could control it? A power like that must be harnessed," he thought out loud. "How about this... A girl of her age can't comprehend what it's like to have a meaning or worth and what giving up her life for another would mean. We will raise her to be desensitized to any evil she sees before we break the truth to her."

Kabuto nodded, "Understood, Lord Orochimaru."

"Well, don't just stand there. I'd love to meet the child," he laughed as he looked Kabuto in the eye again, his smirk growing. Kabuto obeyed and walked out, returning again later with a soaked little girl by his side. She was so happy when she heard she could meet the one who would make her dreams come true, only to be met with fear when she saw the pale snake-like man himself. Her smile dropped and she started to shake; Y/N hid behind his leg, staring at the creature with fear in her eyes.

"Y/N, dear, you can't always judge a book by its cover. This man is Lord Orochimaru; it would be wise to-"

"Come now, Kabuto, this reaction is understandable really." The snake stared down at the little girl with interest glimmering in his dead eyes. He then extended his hand towards the little girl crouching down before her. "Give me your hand, darling. I don't bite, I promise," he laughed. Y/N's lip quivered as she looked up at Kabuto. He had an encouraging smile on his face that told her everything would be alright. That's all the validation she needed before reaching out to take Orochimaru's hand and have him pull her closer.

He held her chin and examined the three marks along her body (you choose where they are :)) before laughing once again. "You're kind is so incredible. That even a child managed to murder with it. Yes, truly incredible." Y/N's eyes widened with fear and she started to freak out even more.

"Mister Oro...Orochimaru, I don't understand," she mumbled fearfully. Orochimaru brushed his fingers over one of her marks and then stood up, patting her head.

"You'll understand one day, child. I promise you," he said as he looked at Kabuto. "Do you wish to help raise her or have other ninja do it?"

"I want to stay with Kabuto, Mister Orochimaru," the little girl called out. Kabuto's dark eyes looked down at her small form. He felt helpless against the adorable voice of the girl and sighed out loudly. She turned to Kabuto and took his hand, hugging it possessively. "Please don't leave me! I just met you and you're the only friend I got now! Please, Kabuto, I'll be good, I swear!" Orochimaru raised a brow, laughing.

"You are good with children, I see. Good. If you wish to take her, I'm sure you would have no problem finding food and clothes for her, right?" Kabuto crouched down by Y/N, her still hugging his hand, and chuckled before booping her nose. He could guess that Orochimaru may kill him in order to destroy her and use her in the future, but for right now, a little more time with the girl wouldn't hurt. After all, it had been quite a while since he had been near a child. In the back of his mind was always the home he grew up in and forever, he will miss it. If being around a single happy child will make him feel more at home, so be it.

The thing is, Kabuto doesn't care about Y/N enough to care about raising her; after all, Orochimaru may kill him. However the idea of having a piece of his past that was taken frkm him back meant a lot to him. So why throw it away? And the thing tipping the scale towards possible death was Y/N's adorable big E/C eyes and cute voice, just like some of the girls in his old home. Plus how she can expirence what it's like to be parentless and be able to relate to him kn a deep level.

"Alright, I made up my mind," Kabuto spoke.

"Kabuto, please," Y/N spoke, her dry eyes swelling up with tears again. "I want to stay with you." Orochimaru smiled at Kabuto patiently, awaiting an answer.

"I'll take her in. It's best to keep a watchful eye under such a kekkei genkai, isn't it?" He asked rhetorically. Y/N gasped loudly before smiling widely and hugging him so tightly.

"Thank you! I promise you woke regret it, haha!" Kabuto frowned, patting the top of her head.

"Let's get you cleaned up before we sleep, Y/N. While you bathe, I'll find clothes for you, okay?" He asked as he pulled away from her hug. Y/N smiled happily as she nodded grabbing his hand before desending out if the room with Kabuto. Orochimaru stayed behind, watching closely, laughing under his breath about how innocent she is and what his plans for her will be.

It had been an hour later when the two of them were ready to go to sleep. After all, although it wasn't mentioned earlier, Kabuto was dirty from fighting earlier that day and he needed to bathe as well. Of course, separate from when Y/N did. The silverhead's chamber was relatively large and minimalistic, though now more crowded with a little mattress across the room and two bags full of clothes for her age group. There was a big bed, a dresser, a mirror, and a bunch of candles around the room for a light source. There, of course, was no windows and no toys for Y/N to play with much to her dismay hut she was too tired to question.

"You will sleep in my bed tonight," Kabuto spoke as he helped Y/N climb into his bed. "If you need anything, let me know. I'm blowing out all the candles so if you need anything, you have to speak before you doing anything else, okay?" Y/N yawned and nodded in understanding.

"Yep. Thank you," she replied as she rubbed her tired eyes and laid down. Kabuto blew out each candle on every side of the room before he returned to the small mattress across the room. It was comfortable but it would be removed so as Kabuto would eventually get Y/N a chamber of her own to sleep in of course. He pulled the covers over him and set his glasses on the floor besides him. "Hey Kabuto?"

"Yes?"

"I love you as much as my real dad. Thank you."

Kabuto frowned, taking a moment to comprehend what she had said. "I care about you too. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite," she giggled before slowly falling asleep under the covers.

[lovely-necromancy]

A Cure for Insomnia CH.6

You wake up sometime around one. Not too late in the day given your morning. With a decent amount of sleep under your belt you roll over and start striping your bed of its sheets. Then you make your way across your room, picking up stray clothes as you go to your hamper and dump your collection of dirty linens and clothes into it. You carry the hamper to the bathroom where you load half into the washer. There's no real point in separating the clothes from colored items and pastels or whites. You're only twenty-four and don't have your life totally figured out yet. You can be a little lazy with laundry.

Once your first load of laundry is being washed you go to do your weekly tidy of your home. The one good thing that came from the paranoia of your car's break in was you rearranged all the furniture of the home, thus cleaning as you went. So that means it's more of a quick wipe down of counters and sweeping today. Maybe you'd organize your art supplies while doing your laundry. It's an activity that wouldn't distract you too much and make you forget you had laundry in the wash.

You finish washing the dishes from this morning you begin wiping the counters and tabletop when you notice your fidget cube is still on the table where Toby left it earlier.

'Don't want to lose this. Back to the bookshelf where you belong.' When you get to the living room's bookshelf you notice one of your book's is missing. Ironically it's The Book Thief.

'Tobias probably picked it up and put it down somewhere.' you'd keep your eyes peeled for the book while you cleaned.

After wiping down bookshelves, tables, counters, even the mantel over the fire place you still hadn't found your missing book. You probably picked it right up and placed it right back down without even realizing. You'll just keep an eye out until you find it. You don't even reread books, you really just kept a copy to lend out to people when they ask what your favorite books are. It isn't a real big deal if you can't find it, plus there's bound to be a copy floating somewhere in a thrift shop or yard sale.

The washer chimes right as you grab the broom to sweep. Pausing this task to go retrieve your laundry and do the rest. You empty the dirty clothes left in the basket onto the floor and place the clean wet ones inside the basket. After starting the final load you carry the basket out back. As nice as this home is its still small and doesn't have a dryer, which early summer is fine but come fall and winter might be more cumbersome. Seeing as you have to hang the laundry out to dry outside. Maybe when it gets cold you'll just do smaller loads and hang them up in the bathroom or over the fire place. But that's a thought for future you. Right now current you is struggling yet again to get a fitted sheet to sit on the line. Fitted sheets are probably Satan himself in disguise.

When you finish stringing all the laundry up you take a moment to just enjoy the quiet and the peace that comes with the outside. It's nice out here, maybe after you finish the last few chores today you can come out and just draw, it'd be a good way to also keep an eye on this weather in case it turns. While it hasn't happened yet you're very aware of the risks you take by ignoring the existence of meteorologists. And by that you mean just not bothering to look up the weather for the day.

Heading back inside you restart your task of sweeping. Like you thought you've finished before the washer has even completed it's first cycle. The house isn't too big so it's easy to clean it from top to bottom within a day normally, but today you had even less to do thanks to this week's rearranging. So you move on to organizing your art supplies and separating all materials by medium.

Of course arranging materials is never easy, after all you end up staring at all your horded empty sketch books and note how your thumbnail notebooks are just covered in doodles and random scribbles but no real art or ideas. Maybe it's time to start kicking yourself into gear. You ran into a major period of burnout before moving and now with this fresh start you might be able to focus on progressing with art, even if you don't pursue it as a career. You've always loved the ability to draw and create images that make others happy. But right in this moment you just want to make yourself happy. Maybe you could start small just a few still lifes and see how you feel after that.

Hearing the chime of the washer you hurry to finish putting away the supplies in their newly assigned places. Just as before you transfer the wet and clean clothes into the awaiting basket and take them out to be hung to dry. You don't have another fitted sheet this go round so it goes by much faster than it previously had. Now with all of your washing for today hung you head back inside to grab a fresh sketchbook.

Having never been one for scenery, more of a portrait artist, you start off with small things. A few stills of a flower under the window, the old tire swing on the tree, and even the blue jay that dove for dinner right in front of you. Of course all of these were warm ups done in a few minutes, though you really wish you had more time on the blue jay one. You really need practice with things that aren't people.

The warm ups of course don't look very good, but you can still see what you'd been going for. The hatching and smudging you'd done, to increase depth and give the quick drawing more life, did help a little but it was clear this was an area where you weren't skilled. But that didn't deter you, after all you  needed more practice and wouldn't be getting better without it.

Deciding to draw the scene before you, a small open meadow surrounded by trees, in other words your backyard with your drying laundry. You start off slow and make sure to actually look and take in the yard in front of you, doing your best to not just make up the trees and their shapes as you go. Soon you are lost in the meditative muscle memory of drawing. The scratching of pencil scrapping across paper further lulling you into a trance like state as you etch out the scenery.

A harsh breeze blows through and the loud flapping of sheet hitting sheet knocks you loose from your trance. Checking to make sure none of your laundry was flying off, it hadn't the laundry was still secured to the line. Smiling you glance down to actually see what you've sketched out so far. It isn't too bad, though you aren't sure how long you've been working on it, the trees all have a distinct shape rather than your typical cartoon one size fits all attempts. Scanning the page your eyes catch onto something off, out in the tree line it looks like you'd drawn a figure hiding behind a tree.

Hearing the beating of your heart that's currently hammering against your chest you look around. Did your mind do that as a joke or had someone genuinely been watching you draw? Your mouth is dry as your eyes scan the tree line for any sign of what could've been mistaken for a person, but you saw nothing. No one was there. Had anyone ever really been there? Why would you draw that? Why wouldn't you remember doing it? You don't feel safe out here anymore. There are eyes watching you you can feel it. They may not physically be there but the phantom eyes that surround you and cause your skin to crawl make sure you know of their presence. You take that as a sign to head inside for the evening, one that doesn't need to be repeated.

You lock the door immediately behind you and check your phone. It's seven, and you have an email notification. Thanking whatever power for the distraction you slide down your back door and open the notification. It's from Hollis!

YN r u  coming to SND? It's that teen beach zombie movie u love. Y;know the awful D list one Blk and wht with the 50yos playing teenagers

Lemme know I'll save your seat.

Sent 6:47 P.M.

They're so sweet to remember you loved this awful D list zombie movie. Horrible subplots and main plot and all. But you're a little spooked right now and watching even that joke of a horror movie is probably too much for you. You doubt you'd feel better by the time ten rolls around to watch it. Not to mention your battery's still drained from Toby this morning. And knowing for a fact you'd probably stay late to talk till morning with Hollis, Jake, and Kirby you decide it's best to skip this week. Just not having the energy to handle Saturday Night Dead.

Nah, sorry man. Battery's dead from being social earlier. Thanks tho, I do appreciate you! ….....,.... lemme know what next week's movie is!

Sent 7:10 P.M.

It'd probably be a good time to make something for dinner, there's a box of mac n cheese in the pantry. Simple but always beloved. As you wait for Hollis to respond you start on boiling water. But you didn't have to wait too long since they'd answered near instantly.

Chill, don worry we'll catch ya next week

…..oooop

ot not...Kirb's said it's the start of watching the entire warren file collection

starting from the beginning

...well the first movie released, Insidious. LOL we probs won't ever see you again.

Sent 7:12 P.M.

How dare Kirby betray you like this. First off those movies are awful, and like not cheesy awful just awful awful. Not to mention he knows how you feel about the Warrens and their cases. You have a power point presentation ready for that dick the next time you see him. ...well not literally but you'd make one to prove a point!

Where's Kirby now? I just wanna talk, I just wanna talk is all.

Sent 7:18 P.M.

Already ran off toy vermont probably

will we get blessed with a ted talk nxt week?

Sent 7:20 P.M.

I can't tell if you're joking or not. If you aren't then yea I can make a power point and we'll play that instead of the movies. Every week until this town understands the severity of this.

Sent 7:21 P.M.

Ya just jkin.

Your passionate hate is funny tho, so could be good to do something mid warren marathon.

Sent 7:23 P.M.

Guess the dissertation on how horrendous the “exorcisms” were will have to wait. They'd just been joking. This is probably a good ending of the conversation anyway, it's hard to tell sometimes but you feel you'll just run in circles with the current topic or worse fall into a rant that they won't read all the way through because they'll have left with the rest of the stunt gang to get dinner before heading over to the Cryptonomica for Saturday Night Dead. Hollis is typically a real good sport about this kinda thing but you'd rather not bog down their night with your hate boner for the Warrens.

'I'll let them know later that I'll still come to Saturday Night Dead next week.' you think as you dump the pasta into the water that finally came to a boil. It's quiet as you cook your macaroni dinner. You'd normally not notice the lack of sound or life in your home before, but maybe having Connor and Toby over put things into perspective. Guests aren't really a thing you've ever had, you always feel rude if your social battery runs out before someone's stay is over. But maybe you're lonely, and it's put you on edge.

Though this week would've put anyone on edge, you have still been alone in this house for two months. That can't be healthy for your mental well being, humans are social creatures by nature after all. Maybe you could get a pet, something that'd make it's fair share of noise and give the home a bit more life than your normally hollow shell wondering the halls. Are you even sure you want a pet? Do you have time for one? You have the standard nine to five, but what about when you're off on a nightly trip because of your sleeplessness? What if you forgot about them? Hell your brain's been so foggy these last few months, it wouldn't be surprising.

Like a sign from the divine themselves, the pot of water boils over. Steam is rising as the sizzling is heard. Your head snaps twice to the right as you scramble to lower the heat and raise the pot off the eye. Putting it down on an unused eye you give it a quick stir and thankfully no pasta got burned to the bottom of the pan....this time. The pasta seems a little crunchy but a texture you'll eat so you kill the hot eye and start on the cheese portion of your mac n cheese.

As you eat you continue your original debate about getting a pet. Ultimately deciding that you just aren't ready for that kind of responsibility right now. Sure you'd had tons of pets in your parents' home but that was with a financial safety net and back when your mental health wasn't all over the place. Not to mention the pets were family pets and responsibility was split three ways.

There isn't much room in your home for you to have a roommate, and that presents a whole nother set of challenges. You could try to make friends through online forums again! It's hard to talk to people in general but you always get scared off before replying to a comment or post. Or overshare to the point people infantize you. Even better trying therapy out could help with your loneliness. Hah ok good one, even if you had money for it consistently you don't think you could trust someone knowing all your secrets but not knowing any of theirs. And while that in and of it self is an example of why you need it, you're rational enough to realize you aren't ready for that either.

After finishing your meal you put away the left overs and clean the dishes. You'll be happier tomorrow knowing they aren't your problem to deal with. You start to make your way to your bedroom but freeze just before the hall.

'You shouldn't stay here...you need to leave.'

A glance at the time tells you it's eight thirty-nine, if you left right now you could make it to Saturday Night Dead with time to spare. You don't need to fill the loneliness with new friends, just spend time with the ones you already have. Duh. Turning you grab your keys off the bookshelf and take one of the masks hanging from a hook by the door.

Checking your door was locked and locking your car once you were in, you're ready to drive. Knowing you're still overstimulated you forgo the music on this drive, hoping it will calm you down enough to enjoy the movie and some down time with friends. And that would help put a pin in your self isolating habits. It'd really be nice if you brought movie snacks over to surprise the gang. You're pretty sure the mini mart carries everything you need. Jake likes swedish fish, Hollis is addicted to those extreme sour airhead ropes, and Kirby's a weirdo with his love of red vines and surge. Hahaha that man will die before he's thirty-eight.

Still having the extra time you deiced to stop by the mini mart and grab the candy. What's the worse that can happen you have another panic attack in front of strangers. Plus you hadn't seen Magnolia the last few times and you'd hate for her to think you'd been ignoring her. Pulling into the empty mini mart parking lot you take a breath to steel your resolve before leaving your car.

Tim looks at the door when he hears the chime and stiffens when he sees you. Fuck you did have a panic attack in front of this guy last night, plus you really haven't formally met. But didn't Toby say his roommate was named Tim? And he and Brian were both here talking with Tim last night before you came in. That can't be coincidence.

“uh...hi?” you say awkwardly standing in the doorway, door closed behind you.

“um, hi?” perfect he's just as awkward in this situation as you are. You can work with this.

Moving through the first two isles you keep your eyes peeled for Magnolia, even though you can make this an in and out trip for candy, you do miss the little bodega cat.

“Wh- hey are you, are you even ok to be here?” Tim calls as he rounds the counter and makes his way to you.

“Huh? Oh...oh yea. I'm chill now.” you hear the bell before you see her. The little ting tin ting of her bell that comes with the grace only fluffy cats have.

“You literally collapsed on the floor last night after blacking out while driving.” his tone is very stern. He and Nate would probably get on like a house on fire. The grumpy old men who secretly care a lot duo.

“I don't remember collapsing...but I know I didn't drive.” well you don't know that but you do firmly believe that.

The man is just turning into the isle when you spot the floof sauntering just behind him. Magnolia didn't spare either of you a glance as she made her way to the counter. Probably going to her bed, an old shipping box for apples, you'd just meet her over there then. With no warning to the man you squeeze past him and and follow the cat. Agitated footsteps following after you in your quest to pet the cat.

Magnolia perks up upon seeing you, the flicking of her tail letting you know she's anticipating her pets. The huffing Tim hovering behind you isn't as pleased with your actions as the cat is. The man is radiating negativity, annoyance maybe or is it concern that breeds frustrated anger? The second he starts to clear his throat, as if to remind you of his hovering, you roll your eyes.

Looking back at him over your shoulder you see him in all his grumpy man glory.  His brow was furrowed so hard his thick eyebrows nearly covered his eyes. But with the way his lips emoted the man before you looked more like a pouting muppet. It would be funny if it weren't for the foreboding feeling of the moments before being reprimanded by a teacher.

When you straighten up you take note that your eyes meet perfectly. He's the same height as you that's surprising, you thought he'd be taller than 5'7. His eyes widen slightly at seeing your full height, it must've thrown him off since the first time he saw you, you'd actively been trying, and had succeeded at looking smaller.

“What are you doing here?” well he doesn't get thrown off for long.

Running a hand through Magnolia's fur a few more times as you respond, “Petting Magnolia.” you really are a little shit sometimes.

“No...no, why are you out? Toby had to take you home last night, you shouldn't just be waltzing around town after that.” maybe it was frustrated concern.

“Oh I'm fine now.”

Magnolia at this point has jumped up on the counter and is headbutting you for more attention. Chuckling you turn your attention back to her. Meanwhile Tim behind you is at a loss for words.

“Fine?? You don't just...bounce back from a panic attack.”there's personal experience behind those words.

“I just rationalize things fast.” Hearing the trill of the clock on the wall reminds you that you need to grab those snacks and head over to the Cryptonomica for movie night.

Going to the candy isle you grab one of each of the gang's favorites, you snag a bag of white cheddar popcorn on the way to the counter and place your items there. Tim doesn't get a word out before you rush off to the cooler near the back that is in all honesty pretty sketch. Like who even makes  Fruitopia anymore? That stuff got discontinued in the early 2000s. The cooler even has Hi-C Ecto Coolers...you might actually check if they're in date and grab a few.

Rummaging around the cooler you finally spot the weird tech green and black splattered can proudly stating SURGE. It has no date...questionable at best. But hey it's only Kirby drinking it, and it's been well established that man will die well before middle age.   Grabbing a can to check the Ecto Coolers, luck is on your side! These cans are from the re-release that happened as a promotion for the Ghostbusters revival a few years back, they'll be good for another two years! For now you'll just take one so you won't have to worry about lugging cans around for the movie.

Once your new items are placed on the counter the expression on Tim's face cannot even be described. The questions of the surge are probably the ones easiest to read...or they're just the most predictable.

“Kirby likes red vines and surge, sickening right?” Maybe a little joke will break the ice.

“...Like that little round pink...thing?”  What?

The laughter is coming out before you can stop it, the image of said pink Kirby consuming red vines and surge only to accessorize as your friend comes to mind. It's adorable and cursed at the same time. Adorably cursed. You'll have to draw that and print a few copies to hang around the Cryptonomica.

“No,” you're choking on giggles at this point, “Kirby, the owner of the Cryptonomica.” catching your breath and regaining your composure, “It's that tourist trap just across from the RV park.”

“Oh.” normally such a short cold reply would make you shut down the conversation. But This is Toby's roommate, and if you want to be friends with Toby, you'll probably run into him a lot more. Plus if he's a new night shift cashier it wouldn't hurt to be on good terms with him for when you're out on adventures.

“Yea, hey Toby mentioned you three just came to town, so you might not have known but the Cryptonomica does a weekly movie night on Saturdays. Saturday Night Dead. Normally it's awful old horror movies but next week they're starting a Warren Case files “arch”.” Tim doesn't take the conversation bait at the pause.

“It's a great way to meet other locals, you guys should check it out if you get the chance. It starts at ten and runs till one or so on most weeks.” Olive branch has been extended.

Tim relaxes for the first time since you got here tonight. The sheepish look on his face and twitchy pupils give the impression he's thinking it over. He sighs and nods before saying, “Yea, that sounds...nice.”

Olive branch skeptically taken! You'll count this one as a win in your book. With the mood lightened Tim breaks the ice a bit further.

“Surge and red vines can not be good for you.”

“Right! If living off mountain dew and pizza rolls doesn't kill him, this for sure will.” you both have a small laugh at that. It's nice to finally have cleared up the mix up from the beginning of the week. Which reminds you.

“Oh...um...I'm YN by the way. It's nice to meet you...sorry for the two,” your neck tics to the side, “previous nights.” you finish.

“Tim...and it,uh happens sometimes...'s fine.” Score awkward acknowledgment of previous meetings and you can now erase those from your nightly anxieties.

Tim finishes ringing and bagging your items and you pay. Giving another pet to the curled up kitty on the counter you nod farewell to Tim.

A trill rings out from the clock on the wall. It's ten.

Two heads snap to look at the wall. You take a second glance at your phone while Tim checks his watch. Both say the clock on the wall is correct. But it just turned nine not even ten minutes ago. Right? You can brush off yourself loosing track of time but when you involve another person that just doesn't make sense. Tim looks just as concerned as you. Only Magnolia lays unaffected by the lost fifty minutes.

“I should go.” Tim nods numbly to you as you exit the store.

You won't be able to make it to the movie, well you could but you'd disturb someone if you walked in mid movie. Choosing to go home instead you drive, once again without music. Entering your home you hang your mask back on the hook. Putting away the drinks and snacks for next weekend, you make your way to your bedroom. Once again freezing just before the hallway. Turning to your living room you can see a book in the middle of your coffee table. You definitely don't remember the book being there, and doubt you'd miss it out in the open. But as you got closer you could confirm, even in the dark, that it was The Book Thief.

[znaeb]

I Want To Know You | Z.K

He stood helplessly in the doorway as she packed up her things. Tears rolled down his cheeks as she angrily threw clothes into her suitcase. Her face was scrunched up in a permanent scowl, and he flinched when she slammed the full suitcase closed.

She pulled one of the drawers from the dresser, dumping its entire contents into a second smaller suitcase. Moving quickly to the closet she pulled down a handful of hangers, laying the clothes on the bed before grabbing down another handful.

“Melinda, don’t do this.” His father finally spoke from where he stood in the opposite corner of the room. She threw a pair of shoes on top of the messy pile of clothing, then stood with her hands on her hips, her eyes boring holes into the man’s face.

“Give me one good reason.” She spoke in a low, firm voice. If looks could kill, his dad would already be 6 feet under.

His father, forever passive and unbothered, scoffed and waved an exasperated hand toward the door, “Fine. If you can’t think of anything, then be my guest, leave.”

“What about my birthday, mommy?” His voice made both of them look toward the door in shock, obviously having not seen him before this very moment.

“Well... honey that’s still a month away, okay?” She tried to soften her voice to talk to him, but it barely changed.

“But you said you would help me plan a party for big number 6...” he pleaded, trying so hard to find the good reason she needed.

He knew that his birthday wasn’t enough when she said, “Well, I promise I’ll see you on your birthday anyway.” And slowly looked back to her things.

“Oh...” he could barely make any sound come out. His heart was broken, he wasn’t enough for her.

His father stayed put in the corner and rubbed his forehead, not daring to make eye contact with him. Not able to look at his son.

“Dad?” He begged for some sort of comfort but found none.

“Why don’t you go on to your room, Caleb. You don’t need to worry about mom and dad’s serious talks.” He spoke quietly, his eyes staying locked on the floor.

He turned slowly and went to his room. Hearing their bedroom door shut loudly behind him he squeezed his eyes shut and sat on his bed, hands in his lap.

A few moments later he heard a bit of yelling, but he couldn’t tell what they were saying. Then a few moments after that he heard their door swing open, footsteps down the hall, and the front door open before it was slammed shut again.

He didnt see her on his birthday. Or Christmas.

In fact, he didn’t see her until January, and then it was only for about 30 minutes at his grandmother’s house. She had a man with her, David, who she said was very nice and a good friend of hers.

Her and David got married three months after that. When his dad lost his job at the plant, he ended up moving in with them. He didn’t like it.

He lived with them for a little more than a year before they moved to California, and he moved in with his grandmother, his mom’s mom. She was nice. She would always talk about how his mother loved him very much, even if she didn’t show it very well. Or at all. She would also tell him how she’s never been able to stick to anything and how ‘marriages were no different for her.’

He liked living with his grandmother. She was good to him. But he still felt the pain of his mother’s leaving every day. He still remembered the feeling of her looking at him and saying that he wasn’t enough of a reason to stick around.

He grew up pretty wild. He tried to stay out of trouble for his grandma’s sake, but it always found him. He had to call her to bail him out more times than he’d like to admit, but she was always there for him. She never gave up on him— even though she probably should have.

She said she knew his heart and she knew what a good man he could be. He would always roll his eyes at that, but he hoped she was right. He desperately wanted to be good.

Senior year he started going by his middle name, Zion. Trying to separate himself from who he used to be and give himself a second chance.

He didn’t really get it together until after high school. He never studied, but by some miracle his grades were good and he graduated.

His grandmother cried at the ceremony, and his dad looked proud of him. His mother came to the after party with her new new husband, Gerard, and left him a card with fifty dollars in it.

He got accepted into into Columbia University with his friend Brandon and they moved out to New York together.

———

First day of class, sophomore year, he walked in and saw her.

She sat in the second row, eyes focused on something far away. Her chin was rested on her hand and her hair was pushed out of the way behind shoulders, exposing her long neck snd prominent collar bones.

He sat on the end of the row, only two chairs between them, and couldn’t take his eyes off of her for the entire class.

When the professor drew the class to a close, he watched as she gathered her things and stored them in her backpack. When she stood it was only for a moment as she sat right back down, but this time in the seat directly next to him.

She crossed her right leg over her left and looked at him expectantly.

“Hi.” He said lamely, immediately wincing at his own voice.

“Hello.” She smiled and nodded her head once.

He could tell she was waiting for him to say something, but he wasn’t sure what it was so he just sat there.

After a long minute she sighed and stuck her hand out, “I’m y/n, the girl you were staring at during class.”

He blushed, embarrassed that she had noticed him.

“I’m Zion.” He shook her hand and chuckled, “the guy who was staring at you during class.”

She let out a gentle laugh and stood up.

“I’ll see you later, Zion.” She waved and then turned around and walked out the door.

For two weeks he took every opportunity he could to talk to her, and when he built up a good rapport, he moved to the seat right next to her.

He spent the next month after that trying to win her affection. Every morning he brought her a different coffee until he discovered her favorite and then he brought her that, plus a pastry on the mornings when he wasn’t running late.

They started studying together regularly, and she accidentally spent the night at his apartment a few times after falling asleep while reading.

“Y/n? Hey, c’mere.” He practically lifted her from the chair in the corner of his room and tucked her into his bed.

She groaned and grabbed his hand as he started to walk away, “Where are you going?”

“Just to the couch. I’ll be right out there if you need me, okay?” He patted her hand and rested it onto the pillow next to her head.

She hesitated for a second but then nodded her head and whispered a goodnight, watching quietly as he left.

Eventually she agreed to go out with him. He brought her to the bar where Brandon did stand up, picking a night where there was a good crowd and the laughter was flowing.

After the show they decided to walk around the city for a while, neither of them wanting the night to be over yet. After a while they found a park and a quiet bench and agreed to sit for a while.

“Okay, okay,” she was barely able to contain her giggles, “if you could have one superpower, what would it be?”

His eyes were glued to her. Her red cheeks, her dimples, her bright eyes. When she laughed he couldn’t stop himself from laughing along with her.

“I think... flying? Oh and invisibility! Wait, maybe super strength...”

“Zion! I said one!” She hit his shoulder and leaned against him while she laughed.

“That’s too hard of a question.” He chuckled and picked her hand up from his chest and held it.

When her laughter quieted down she kept her side leaned into his, her cheek laying on his shoulder. She watched him play with her fingers, her heart beating fast.

She tilted her head up to look at his side profile. Her eyelashes tickled his jaw and drew his attention from her hand to her face that was now no more than an inch from his.

“Hi there.” He whispered.

She smiled and leaned up slightly, pressing a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. She pulled back quickly to gage his reaction, but there was no time to do so as he was leaning towards her and connecting their lips a split second later.

After that things progressed so quickly that it caught him off guard. The more serious their relationship got, the more uneasy he became. He liked her so much, and he knew she liked him too, but his insecurities were too big to disregard.

He refused to let himself be vulnerable. And without meaning to, he came off cold. He acted like it wouldn’t affect him if they broke up right then and there.

She didn’t know why he was like that. Why he would clam up and act nonchalant when she knew that he wasn’t okay. Time and time again she tried to draw it out of him, listening intently every time he mentioned his past, but he never gave too much away. He never fully let her in.

One evening, after a long day, they went back to her apartment to study. He got distracted very quickly, unable to keep his hands off of her.

“Baby, baby.” He mumbled into her neck and tried to pull her textbook away from her, “put the highlighter down, I’m trying to make out with you.”

She giggled and let him close the book, putting her hand on the side of his face and kissing him back. A few minutes later he’d made his way on top of her, arms holding him up as they kissed.

Thoughts swirled around in her head and the questions she’d had for a long time were begging to be asked.

When he moved down to kiss her neck she stared up at the ceiling, trying to find her words.

“Zion?” She said his name cautiously, her fingernails gently trailing back and forth across his shoulders in a soothing way.

“Hm?” He hummed against her sternum, not stopping his actions.

“When can I meet your family?” She felt him faulter a little bit, but he quickly shook it off.

“I dont know, most of them still live in Canada.” He slipped his hand under her shirt and skimmed his fingertips over her ribs.

“What about the ones who don’t live in Canada?” She continued, trying to sound soft and cute and keep from making him uncomfortable.

“As far as I know she— my mom, still lives in Cali. Far away from here.” He sounded slightly exasperated, but she wasn’t ready to give up yet.

“Well what is your grandmother like? Wasn’t it her birthday recently?” He sighed loudly and let his head fall to rest on her chest, his hand stilling on her side.

He lifted his head and looked in her eyes for a moment, then gave her a peck on the lips and spoke, “Let’s not talk about this now, okay?” Another peck on the lips, “it’s not important.”

“Zion...” she put her hands on the sides of his face and pulled his lips away from hers, “It is important. I want to talk about it.”

He jerked his head to the side and her hands fell from his face, “Why are you always pushing this?” He spoke harshly as he got up and sat on the other end of the couch.

She sat up slowly and pulled her knees to her chest, “I just want to know you.” She said softly.

“You do know me!” He shouted suddenly.

“Baby, please don’t be mad,” she crawled towards him and tried to hold his hand. He jerked it away and stood from the couch, standing near the center of the room and looking at her. “Why won’t you talk to me?” She asked, eyes beginning to water.

“What the fuck do you want me to say?!” He yelled again, pacing back and forth.

“Anything...” she pleaded, “say anything.”

“Fine!” He finally snapped, “Fine. What do you want know?! How my mother left me and my father? Or how about all the times when I was little and I begged my father to stop drinking so I could live with him, but he wouldn’t give it up! He got fired from job after job after job, and then dumped me on my mother! Then, when she decided that she didn’t want me either, she dumped me on my grandmother! Which one of those happy childhood stories do you want to hear first?!”

Tears were now falling down her face, she wiped her cheeks but couldn’t rid her face of them entirely. She stood from the couch slowly and walked towards him. She wanted to reach out and pull him into her arms, but she knew that that wasn’t what he needed right now.

“I don’t know, baby...” she sniffled. She tried to make eye contact, but he wouldn’t look her in the face, “but I want to hear them all.”

“No you don’t... no you fucking don’t!” He yelled, finally looking her in the eyes. His were full of tears.

He tried to step back and away from her, but she held onto his shirt and pulled him back. He looked at her for what felt like forever, waiting to see if she’d change her mind. But she didn’t. She stood there, unmoving, giving him the floor. Waiting for him to speak.

And he actually did.

Once he started talking he couldn’t stop. He told her everything. About all the times his mother canceled on him, ditched him for some guy, made him feel like he wasn’t good enough for her.

And then about how his dad started drinking when she left... and never stopped. He told her about when his neighbors called CPS and his dad was too drunk to even answer the door. And the 2 months he spent in the system while his dad got sober to get him back, but then turned him over to his mom a month later.

And he told her about how he finally had stability with his grandmother. How she was the only person who he felt actually loved him. Who gave him a sense of worth and purpose.

They laid on the couch for three hours, Zion talking and her listening. They even called his grandmother and made plans to FaceTime the next evening so he could properly introduce them. After they hung up he told her that he wanted her to come home with him over Spring break, she didn’t even hesitate to agree.

After that they got ready for bed. They brushed their teeth together and he hugged her from behind while she washed her face, then she sat on the floor and hugged his legs while he washed his own face.

They laid in bed holding on to each other late into the night. His head rested on her chest and she played with his dreads. While they laid there he asked her questions about herself, ones he’d been too timid to ask before tonight.

“I— um... do you think your parents would like, approve of me?” He lifted his head to see her face, brushing hair off of her forehead gently and kissing her nose.

She giggled and ran her finger along his jaw, “I know for a fact that they would love you... but not as much as me of course.” She watched as his lips spread into a big smile.

“Oh? You love me?” He sat farther up on his elbows, his face now right above hers.

“Yes.” She giggled again.

“Well this is very interesting news.” He gave her a mischievous smile and nudged her cheek with his nose.

“Well I already know that you love me, so it was only fair that I let you know I feel the same way.” She nuzzled her face against his, but he pulled back and gave her a quizzical look.

“And how did you know that?” He raised an eyebrow.

“You, my darling, are a sleep-talker.” She grinned, eyes sleepy but still bright and shiny.

“No I’m not!” He scoffed, giving her thigh a little spank, “stop making things up.”

She burst into a fit of giggles and tried to escape his grasp.

“You are!” She exclaimed, “I can even tell you when and how you said it.”

“Okay fine,” he laughed with her, settling back into her arms and planting a quick kiss on her shoulder, “tell me.”

“Two weeks ago, when I slept over here after that one test? I woke up to you shifting around a bunch really early in the morning and I asked if you were awake... you said some nonsense that I couldn’t really understand, but then you rolled over and said super clearly, ‘good morning y/n, I love you’. And then you were still and quiet until you woke up for real.” She told the story while running her fingernails across his shoulders.

He blushed and hid his face in the crook of her neck. His lips brushed against her shoulder and he wrapped his arms tightly around her, wanting to hold her as close as possible.

“Well that’s kind of embarrassing, huh?” He kissed her temple and then rested his cheek flat against her sternum.

“No, actually, it’s kind of the sweetest thing ever.” She smiled and looked at his shoulders as she rubbed them, “besides, I know you really meant it.”

“How can you be so sure?” He teased, poking her side.

“Well, I suppose I can’t be one hundred percent positive, but I’ve never heard of someone lying in their sleep before...”

A moment of silence passed and she almost thought that he had fallen asleep, but then he spoke, “You can be positive.” He mumbled against her skin.

“Hm?” She furrowed her eyebrows.

He lifted his head and kissed her, drawing it out for a few seconds before pulling away to speak, “I said that you can be positive. I love you, y/n.”

Her heart felt like it was going to burst, she felt so lucky. She had this man, this wonderful man, all to herself. And he wanted her back. He felt the same way.

She gave him sleepy kisses until his eyes were too droopy to stay open and he had to rest his head.

They fell asleep in each other’s arms, both of them fully content. Both of them feeling secure and loved.

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Hope you like this! <3

[bunnykass]

INARIZAKI AS FEELING IVE HAD WITH GUYS IN HIGH SCHOOL

this was supposed to be funny but became very reflective and sorta emotional for me. therapeutic tho😌

TW: mentions of underage n*des, cursing, grammar and spell errors

KITA - the senior in my law class freshman year.

He was country, would wear cowboy boots to class and levi’s (i live in texas). He was a eagle scout. very sweet boy. always brought coffee in those cups to class,and he drove a range rover. i’d share sunflower seeds with him all the time and id make fun of him cause instead of breaking the shell and eating the inside, he’d just eat the shit whole. but like i said he was 18 and I was 14. more of crush we never really did anything, one time though he did argue with me on snapchat about immigration and the annexation of hawaii. He had a brother who was a freshman, and in the beginning of the second seamstress I would flirt with him but again me and never did anything.

OMINI - my freshman english teacher

(tw mentions of sexual assault, grooming, teacher-student relationship)

LMAOO. i had just gotten really into lolita (gross🤮) and so I would literally talk to older guys on the internet (one time i met up with marine even though I was like 15) ANYWAY, so when I started his class i was like damn we about to have a ezra and aria shit. he was super nice to “pretty girls” and “pretty boys” what I mean by that if you weren’t the beauty standard, he was kinda a dick to you. one time he pissed me off though cause he lost a assignment, made me re-do it but only gave me a 70, and i lost interest in him after that. he also accused me of defamation of character because i found his mugshot and was showing everyone.btw he was accused of SEXUAL ASSUALT??? but apparently the mugshot was fake or wasn’t him i don’t remember. he never counted me late or absent tho

ARAN - my best friend

been friends with this kid sense 8th grade. He was in love with this girl though that was leading him on all though out middle school but i really had a crush on him by the time high school started he had gotten over her. when we were freshmen’s he told the whole football team I was a whore cause i wouldn’t send him nudes (i know this sounds bad but i promise it wasn’t plus this was 3-4 years ago) so we didn’t talk to each other till summer going into sophomore year. me and him are still friends and we literally hang out almost every weekend, i love him and he’s loves me. he’s very thing i’d want in a boyfriend but because we’ve been friends for so long doing intimate things with each other like sex seems weird. While we both wish we could be in a relationship we both realstically know it wouldn’t work :(. <3

GINJIMA - my freshmen boyfriend

had fallen in love with me when like school started but like my best friend aran said, i was whoreing’ (not really tho cause i’m still a virgin) so when he asked me to homecoming I was like no. but eventually through out the school year me and him got closer we had like 3 classes together, 2 of them were back to back so we were jus cute like that. my first legit relationship, he was nerdy as hell and the biggest fucking dork. my freshmen year I was what the yt would call a hot cheeto girl and i weighed a lot more back then and he was 6’2-skinny white boy so we fucking looked like glora and melman from madagascar. were like discord moderator and daddy’s kitten shit. he was funny but he was really mean to me and because i was very insecure at the time i lacked setting boundary’s so i’d just take it. he also bought me a roku which i still have today, he was always buying me shit, and i taught him how to take dick pics. he was the first guy that didn’t just like me for my fat tits but i felt like the only way i could keep him around was by oversexualizing myself which ultimate let to him breaking up with me :( honestly no hard feelings though we were both like 15. him an his current girlfriend are so cute, and me and him are cool.

this is a conversation we had a few weeks ago.

SUNA - my yubo boys

my take away from being in highschool is guys do not give a shit about what you look like or how you’re built, unless they’re insecure, and also self-worth. I got on yubo my sophomore year and had it till my junior year. if you don’t know what yubo is its essentially a teen dating app. now i never went to meet these guys irl i have friends who did... and i just want to stay ted bundy would’ve had a field day with these hoes but would engage in online sexting. which ig is illegals cause i was still under 18. at this point in my life i was just so insecure and seeking male validation that i was throwing ass for people over the internet to people i would never meet. this isn’t one person either this is a collective of i don’t even know how many boys. i feel sick thinking about this but i cant take it back and i just have to encourage my sister and potentially future daughters about this.

Miya twins - my tower moments

these two, like the miya twins are very similare but different. I consider them both tower moments because after them two i change completely how i viewed myself and life. if you aren’t familer with tarot the tower card represents sudden and necessary changes usually the situation tends to me negatives and the outcome following is good. these two are also my most recent compared to the other and i’m still dealing with them today which is why i wanted to give a lil intro. idk if yall believe in astrology but those two have gemini in there big 3 and idk i feel like that has a lot to do with our situationship

OSAMU- my theater teachers son

so technically majority of our relationship was middle school but it carried into high school.he was so mean to me up until 8th grade like i said he was my theater teachers son, and he hated her class. at that time his family had so many issues and i think he didn’t have a outlet. my brother had died around the same time so i too was going through shit. while our issues weren’t the same he definitely confined in me a lot and trusted me with so many things, i don’t think a boy/guy ever just laid everything on me like that and it wasn’t in a “be my therapist” kinda way. he fucked up though, we were in musical theater behind the stage in a closet. his mom was just a couple feet away in the audiences teaching class. me and him were talking per usual, and without a warning he put his tongue down in my mouth. and tried putting his hand down my bra. i was so fucking scared i had never been touched like that. it was my first kiss and i didn’t even tell him he could do that to me. i obviously stopped taking to him after that until the summer going into freshman year when we started sending nudes back snd forth. i don’t like to blame people for my problems but i think i began to hyper sexualize myself because of him. when i wouldn’t send him shit he’d block me, ive finally outgrown him as i now my self worth know occasionally i’ll unblock him and hang out with him for fun but it’s nothing serious. he’s stuck on me like tic though and always bring up the fact he kissed me once in 8th grade 🙄

ATSUMU - my “twinflame”

he was a year older then me and i met him on snap chat that should’ve been a red flag. we started by sending nudes but eventually we started to develop feelings however as soon as things got serious he’d pull out. when his relations with other girls wouldn’t work out he’d always come back to me during that time together he’d love bomb me. take me on dates make out with each other in front of hobby lobbies on sunday, my happiness started to depend on if he talked to me or not and this went on forever. by the time quaratine happened he blocked me because he got a girlfriend? idk if that’s why he blocked me but i assumed that eventually he unblocked me because pussy that good. i gave this man so much power over my life that when i took it back i truly learned by self worth. i will never tell this man this but because of all the shit he pulled on me i’m actually confident. i don’t regret meeting him. occasionally he does try to pull his shit on me and i play along with him. i think the reason i can’t let my gemini boys go is because i’m too scared for a relationship but i know that no matter what they’re both their for fun 😌.

[justkeepingitreal]

Leaving the past where it belongs!!

So I haven't blogged in a long time!! I have struggled to find the words and tell my truth, but going through what I have and finally coming out the other side and writing again might actually help make me feel proud everytime I read it, and I also hope that it will help many other people who have experienced the same thing.

In my first blog I talked about marital rape, this stigma is still round, people don't think that its an actual thing, well I am here to tell you it really is!! It was only when my husband finally left i really understood what it meant to be raped. When my husband left he left me with the mortgage to pay and every bill, and he was the bread winner who had the income, I had to wait 6 weeks on benefits excuse I needed to feed my kids and he wouldn't at that point he wouldn't give me a dime. I was such a mess that I ended up having a one night stand!! Sorry what I though was suppose to be a one night stand with my next door neighbour, well little did I know what was going to come of this!! This man literally became obsessed, in my house when ever he wanted to, scared me into doing things I didn't want to do, like sniffing coke, did it once and hated it, little did I know what was going to come my way.

So one day I rang my mother inlaw and asked if my ex husband was there and she started laughing, my heart sank and in that moment I knew he had another girl upstairs, I asked if he could go to the shop and grab afew bits for the kids and he said when I'm done, he went upstairs and finished the girl off and didnt care( I love this girl to bits by the way she is amazing 💗) that night I started to have a drink and my other mate was there, after 2 glasses of wine I became very violently sick, my other mate left and I was left with the fella who wouldn't leave me alone, as I was being sick over the toilet me started touching me, he got me to my room and kept trying to sleep with me!! I used the excuse that kids lunches need made and I needed to go and make them, when I made it downstairs I started falling over the place my arms where floppy and I couldn't move properly, I fell to the floor and he proceeds to sexually assault, the floor was completely covered with blood and he hurt me holding me down!! I tried to fight with all I had and at this point I knew he drugged me, he even made a joke as he wiped the blood off his hands and trying to clean his jeans. He got upset over me being annoyed with my ex husband.

I broke it off and well a restraining order plus police bail and then court bail was given, this man tortured me and wouldn't leave me alone, he petrol bombed a family members house and when I tried to press him for rape he put a hit on me, he wanted me dead!! I lived in fear for over a year had to move a few times whilst battling serious depression and wanting to end it all as the pain was just to much, I also had to have surgery to repair the damage he done to me!! I know raped by two men!! Yes it actually happens he knew to drug me though, that's why I rarely drink now I can't bring myself to fully let go and enjoy myself again unless I'm with my friends who I trust.

Me and the ex husband got back and fourth a few times before he left for another woman, this woman was going to be the woman who changed who he was forever. We started off friends she manipulated every situation and got everything the way she wanted! Little did she know when I stated counselling and putting my foot down by god they didn't like it. She told me a sob story about how her mum was an alcoholic and let men into her room and was gang raped and in hospital after it, to justify being with my husband who was a rapist!! So much went down and she worked her magic so good she managed to make him believe i was the bad person and he walked away from his kids, yes I was the bad person who apparently in his head stopped him seeing his kids. Well initially I did, I wanted rules and boundaries in place for my kids to be safe going to his house, he wouldn't agree to anything and I wouldn't back down!! A narcissistic asshole doesn't like being stood up to, but I wasn't that scared little girl anymore, I was a single mother raising 3 special needs children alone. He can tell everyone I was the bad person I know my story and the truth, he can live in his wee world all he likes.

I moved out of my hometown to be safe, and with the other fella who wouldn't leave me alone is now in jail serving 4 years but will be released next May, justice system over here is a fucking joke. I won't get my justice for that rape as bit enough evidence apparently.

My ex husband of the other hand well!! I waited the long game, he signed the divorce papers with the rape on it, see not as stupid as I look ehh!! I did decide after he signed them and walked away from the kids as did his mum and sister, I mean for my kid to lose one side of the family in one day, talk about traumatic, that I wanted him in jail for the years of rape and the mental torture of gaslighting and manipulating me every chance he got, I want him to pay for the hell and suicidal breaking point I got too, he deserves to rot in jail for what he put me through and his kids, and her standing by his side knowing all well that he is a rapist and deemed a risk to women!! Shame on her.

My last piece of recovery is my eating disorder, I have Atypical anorexia- all the traits except being under weight!! I would starve myself 48 hours at a time, either stress or the severe panic attacks i was having I couldn't eat, it got so bad my body started taking over, I couldn't actually eat and when I did was like 2 bits of toast after 48 hours, then another 48 without food. I was pushing myself at kick boxing and just never feeling happy about my body, but then got so bad a was damage my body amd still today I have anemia and still struggling, well now I am in recovery and omg it has been so hard, forcing to myself to eat my push last the pain and yes pain!! My body hadn't been eating properly for so long it was readjusting and bu god it was very painful, and even right this second I struggle tk get past the two meals a day, to reset ur Brain that all food is good and that starving yourself isn't the best thing to do is harder than it looks. People think sure just eat, it isn't a simple as that I was gagging put food to my mouth!! I have lost over 2 and half stone trying to recover and eat normally!! I did start to restrict my food at Christmas time again afraid to put any weight on and with no kick boxing I was terrified of any weight gain, but I am on the right path and I am so proud of myself getting to where I am, without antidepressants and working really hard to get to where I am, now I still have bad days, and can go in and out of not being really there, but PTSD is a real thing and its always a working progress, but I have the right support now and letting people in and actually accepting help is a massive step for me, I need to be in good health and mentally good for my kids!! Snd standing up to these men and taking no more and sending their asses to jail, well they done the crime!! Do the fucking time.

I really hope my story helps other people!! It just shows that people can really go through a round time and still come out the other side. So this is where my past stops haunting me and I can move on, isn't easy but then what is in life

[sweetestrequiems]

Goodbye, Hoshido

Summary: You finally reached the Hoshidan capital. Little did you know, though, that you’d have to sacrifice Ryōma’s life in order to continue your control of the lands with Nohr. With the siege on the Great Wall of Suzanoh over, and your forces moving to Castle Shirasagi, you face the most difficult decision of your life yet. But, you did not realize that the fight would come at the cost of your body being taken over by an ancient power. 

Character(s): Female!Corrin (Will be referred to as Kamui.) Crown Prince of Nohr, Xander Crown Prince of Hoshido, Ryōma

TW: graphic description of death, violence, blood proceed with caution.  

A/N: Because my dumb ass was listening to Lost in Thoughts, All Alone on repeat and also sad, this is what happened. Written in a mixture of second and third person points of view. (You/Yours/Him/His) Pretty much a deviance from my normal works (i.e.: Broadway/West End shows), but I have a soft spot for this peculiar installment of the Fire Emblem franchise. Fates captivated my heart with its story, and with the moral choices it forces Corrin to take. I really wanted to write the Revelation route, but Conquest is just so much more fun. And, I owned Conquest first of all the three.

This is my take on Chapter 25: Ryōma, of Fire Emblem Fates: Conquest. (Note: Ryōma, in the games, dies by a different manner. I just wanted to have fun and write something that deviates from the story.) And yes, Kamui does indeed get taken over by Anakos.

Tag List: @bchcadcd 

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Your steps felt heavy against the bricks of the Hoshidan Capital, but you kept walking forward.

The Yato felt like a screaming fire in your hands, but you kept holding on to your beloved blade.

The gold of the blade was tarnished in the crimson of the blood of the Hoshidan army. Most everyone had fallen, and by your hands. This blood is something you would never be able to wash off. A hand grabs your shoulder and stops you in your tracks. You turn around, to find it’s none other than the blond wielder of the Siegfried, Xander. His gaze looked concerned, and you could see it in his eyes. Part of you could get lost in that gorgeous gaze of his.

“Kamui.” His voice was a tad abrasive at the moment, but you knew it held soft undertones. “Are you okay? You haven’t spoken much since we left the Great Wall of Suzanoh,” that’s where his voice softened up. With a nod, you just shake off whatever’s bothering you. The Grim Yato’s purplish glow was a bit of a comforting sight to you, but nonetheless, the blood was not as much. Your voice is quite mellow, but your expression reads troubled.

“I’m fine, Xander. Really, I can handle this.”

He didn’t look very reassured, but his hand lets go of you and the two of you continue to walk. The blade of the Yato rested on your shoulders, as a way for you to give your arm a break from carrying it so much. Castle Shirasagi looked a little too desolate on the outside, which began to worry you. You had just spared Sakura and Hinoka, and Takumi had gone missing during the seize on the Great Wall. Your brain was reeling with thoughts and uncertainty, which even Xander himself was feeling. Knowing you two had one task left at hand, you both drew your blades and opened up the doors.

“Go to the Throne Room, Kamui. I’ll fetch the others, and wait for us there.” Just as soon as he had come in with you, he left. 

You remember the layout of the castle. This was your family’s home. Your brothers, and your sisters... all of them lived here. But with Takumi gone, and your sisters in hiding... this became nothing. Your feet against the tatami made a soft thud noise with every step. The Grim Yato’s glow began to get brighter the closer you inched to the throne room. It was detecting the energy of Ryōma’s blade, the fabled Raijintō. You kept following it, hoping to maybe speak to Ryōma.

The sounds behind you grew louder with time. Xander had returned with everyone, and you had just opened the door to the throne room.

There he stood, the red samurai. Eldest of the Hoshidan noble family, the Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Hoshido: Ryōma, with the Raijintō sheathed, yet in his hands.

“Kamui, you have done well so far,” the unsheathing of the electric-pulsing blade immediately lit the torches in the room up. You saw his eyes full of both pain and love. This was a fate he never wanted to accept, that he would be going against his little sister. “But all of that was just practice. No more games, young one. To the death.”

This speech, of course, was cut short by that vile Iago. You hated him from day one. You knew something about him was off. And in the way that he threw Hinoka’s lance at Ryōma, you knew the chance to talk was over. He pinned a false death on you, and... well, you had to go along with it. Your face was full of shame and regret, as to go along with the act, but... Ryōma’s features, lit by the torchlight, looked rough.

Betrayal replaced the love in his eyes. 

The doors to the throne room close behind you, with everyone else trapped on the outside. You turn around, yelling for someone to come back in. “Xander! Xander please! Open the door!” But even with the attempts one could hear, the door would not budge. Xander’s calming voice would be what brings you peace in this moment of fear. “Stand strong, Kamui! We’ll find our way in there!”

The second you turned around, the blade of the Raijintō was coming down upon you with fury. Bringing up the Yato, you stumble back a step or two, crying out from fear. Your brother’s rage was something you were blessed to have never witnessed, but it was truly a difficult sight to bear. “YOU MURDERING FIEND!”

“Ryōma, please–”

“I will have revenge for my sister! I challenge you to a duel!! I will not rest until I kill you myself, you traitorous scum! When the sun sets on this day, one of us will be dead. No one will get between me and my revenge!” The force on his blade doubled as you struggled to keep your ground. With all of your might, you manage to push your eldest brother back, and stare at him with pained eyes. “Ryōma, please! We can talk this out!”

But it was too late. The samurai was set on his one goal of avenging Hinoka, blissfully unaware that you had actually spared her.

Before you even managed a chance to catch your ground on the tatami, the Raijintō was coming right for your side. The smallest bit of the end of the blade cuts into your skin, and you cry out, needing to step back. The side of your body began to feel a little warm as that crimson liquid that had dried on your Yato was now running down your side. Looking up, you see the samurai you call a brother winding up for another attack, the Raijintō now showing off its true aura of electricity. The fire from the torches was dancing around the sleek katana’s blade.

This was not how you wanted to take Hoshido, but it seemed this was the only way to do so.

Your hands tighten around the hilt of the Yato. Forcing yourself to ignore the pain, you just begin to run down the corridor of the throne room, swinging the golden blade of your sword in a diagonal that would catch Ryōma off guard. And it did, as the top layer of armor he wore across his chest cracked upon the hard blow of your blade. In fact, just a small part of the edge of the blade got lodged in it, and you had to force yourself to yank it off of him. 

“I see, you truly have been practicing. Well done, Kamui. But... I cannot bear to look at you. You’re a traitor to your family. To your home!”

It was a dance of blades. His Raijintō versus your Yato. 

The sound of the metal clashing was driving you mad. You paused for a moment, seeming to look defeated. But instead, a rage began to consume you. Your dragon roots, due to Anakos’ blood being your own. Looking up at the tall ceiling of the throne room, you release a dragon’s cry into the air. The people outside of the locked throne room all seemed to have gone quiet. Your gaze goes down to meet Ryōma’s, and he looks a little shaken himself. Your red gaze seems to have hardened, because you feel your eyebrows furrowed.

You look down at yourself, to come find your Silent Dragon’s features have taken over parts of your body. Your hands are the menacing talons you used to crush Hoshidan soldiers at the Great Wall of Suzanoh, your silver tail has broken a hole into the tatami behind you, and your dragon’s horns have revealed themselves. Your grip on the Yato tightens, snd you charge forward, newfound strength coming from this rage. The first swing you manage to take against Ryōma in this state of yours lodges the golden blade into his torso, with a cry coming from the Crown Prince. 

In a frantic display, the prince manages to dislodge himself from your blade’s grasp, hand going to cover the wound. It was pretty deep, but he would never admit defeat. You see the sparks fly from the Raijintō, and you knew what was coming for you. Deciding to ignore his wound, the Crown Prince charged forward, unleashing his fabled Astra attack. A blur of five strikes, which caught you off guard. You find yourself stumbling back, and even falling to the tatami, several open wounds on your body. 

But just as he began his charge again, you raise up your left hand. Catching the blade as he began his strike, your eyes open and a leg comes up. Enough to kick him back, and make him drop the blade.

“Kamui, hold on a little longer!” You hear Xander call from outside. Little would he know though, that you were not yourself.

Standing up with a struggle, your grip on the Yato tightens once more. Another dragon’s cry. You begin to run towards him, with the golden blade striking downwards. He managed to get the Raijintō in his hands on time, but struggled to block your attack. Deflected the first, but the second was a strike. The voices of hatred were screaming in your head. “Death, death!” They chant, and you can't help but want to oblige. Ryōma stands up, needing the support of his blade to actually stand up. You managed to inflict quite a few wounds that were deep enough to cause concern.

However, you had had enough.

An attack Ryōma would never expect is a lunge forward, and a lunge forward is what you met him with. Just as you narrowly avoided his diagonal slash, it moved him into perfect position. The golden blade is driven into the top right sector of his chest, right by his collarbone. Your ears picked up the breaking of bones, and the sound of him gasping in an instant. “Further, further!” The voices screamed about the blade. As you continued to run, the golden blade began to exit out his back, and you could see the crimson running down it. Kicking him away from the blade inflicted more pain, as well. 

He immediately fell down in front of you, hand coming to clutch the area, knowing damn well it would not be enough. Looking up, the fear in his eyes began to set in. “Kamui–” Your voice echoed as you spoke. This was not you speaking anymore, but rather, a wrathful Anakos. “Kamui is no more, pitiful fool. Only I reign supreme, and just soon... there will be no more of Hoshido!”

He struggles to stand up this time. You watch him struggle, and even allow it. But you got sick of all of this. Throwing your Yato to the side, you simply prepared to dash forward. You wanted to end this here, and now. So, you would. And in quite a gruesome style.

Ryōma barely had any time to look up or prepare to defend himself as your black-taloned hands began to reach for his body. A dragon’s talons were sharper than anything man could imagine, and being a Silent Dragon, you had an edge of being a descendant of the First Dragons. Just as your left hand tightly gripped his neck, your right swung right into the wound on his torso, the size of your claws helping to tear through the skin. The bones of the lower ribs cracked with the impact of your fist, and the insides were all suffering grievous damage. The Crown Prince found himself crying out for help.

No one was going to come to his aid, though. 

Your bloodied right hand retracts itself, but your claws dig right back into his skin. He was beginning to lose grip on your left arm in an attempt to stop your other arm. But alas, he was unable to. Raking your right hand up from the wound, you made sure your claws were deep enough to cause real damage. That’s when you look up to see him cough. Blood was beginning to come out of his mouth. Letting go of his neck, you push him down, with your dragon’s tail swinging hard enough to knock him right to the floor. 

He looked pitiful, and you stood over him with blood dripping from your arm.

“K-Kamui!”

Just as he reached up with an arm to beg for his life, you forcefully brought your right arm down, claws piercing through the skin and with force enough to rip a hole into his chest. The life in his eyes almost immediately left, and he began to turn pale. With a tight grip on bone, you crush his already broken ribs. Your vision grew redder for a moment. Carnal instinct took over, and your left hand came to join the right, you needing to make sure he was out for the count all together. 

As your hands exit the partially open chest cavity of the body, you stand up, the warm, gory liquid dripping from your arms. The door on the other side of the throne room breaks open. It must have been the work of Leo and the Brynhildr tome. The Nohrian nobles rush in, seeing if you’re okay. But they all stand back, fear in their eyes as you look right up at them. That same, echoing voice from your ancestor being what speaks to them.

“He was first of many, and you are all next.”

All you saw was Camilla immediately hug Elise, as to cover her eyes from the blood splatter. Leo, with his jaw hanging and his mouth agape in horror. Xander, with fear in his eyes and a tense body. He raises Siegfried up in a defensive stance, with Leo joining him by opening up Brynhildr. You laugh at their attempt, but Camilla soon joins with her axe resting on her shoulder.

“Kamui, what have you done?”

“You just ruined our chances at–”

“I ruined nothing. This prince believed himself a rightful warrior, and I gave him but a worthy challenge he could not complete.”

The family is mortified at your words. You stare down at the body below you, letting a laugh or two escape. The blood from your arms had dripped onto Ryōma’s cadaver. His face and hair had the red liquid that once gave him life on it. You just stare at the ripped open body with a smirk, eventually looking up at Xander.

“You’re next, Nohrian Prince.”

[drearytweddiafawnx]

A letter to myself from 2030.

Hey Rim ! Wanna hug ?

It's me ......actually it's you from 2030.l know you've been dreaming of me . So i thought i should write you a letter. I was reading through all my old letters and braindump journals .It made me rethink about my past thoughts and write to you about them

The time you are in and the time I'm writing to you are both important moments of our life .

The year 2030 is the time when we are leading the world and 2020 is the time when we just started our journey. After the covid crisis days were not so good as you've already imagined. But your 'silly "plans helped the people who needed help . Heres a note from one of your writings.

10.06.20

To all the teens who'll be leading the world in upcoming days .look at our future main concerns 

*stoping global warming 

*giving freedom toall (everyone who has a life ,freedom of speech, lifestyle and everything )

*completing the necessary needs 

*fighting future disasters sensebly 

*solving problems unitedly .

*empowering huminity and human knowledge 

*being a good global citizen .

We have to be the hero of the next 

generation. 

Our ideas are the root of our life . Trying to understand the future problems and living in your future is

not bad . You like to do things keeping their future in mind . You wanted to build an education system where you create open minded people . 

I would love to talk about your ideas 

during the covid crisis like street farming ,street education and practical learning . I hope you remember this journal pages ....

16.04.20 

Practical learning - giving assignments and research topics during the covid crisis and after the crisis showing the research and assessments .Exams will be taken through activities and practicaly while kids learn something new while giving exams .

And this will be area based .

Like to a remote village maybe clean water is a big issue .

Childrens from that village will work on it .

8.05.20

Street education - using street billboards and ad boards to teach street children and passerby .

Using fun animation and video we can teach them general knowledge and make people aware of certain topics like childmarriege and dowry .

11.06.20

Street farming - using the footover bridges and street dividers to produce free and safe food for the poor ,begger and street people .

So that they can freely eat and cook .

It will also be beneficial for all the natives living there .

Most of your ideas were based on underdeveloped coutries . And I'm really looking forward to your both websites that you are working on . learning and asking questions about anything in their mother tongue gives kids an opportunity to write and ask with freedom and you wanted to make begging a respectful profession .giving a home and shelter . While volunteers will help them and take care of them.

People will be able to donate to their personal account using your website .

Some can get employed too. Nice ideas Rim .

I know its the first pride month you are celebrating and currently you are saving money for building an free open school for poor ,street children and everyone who is curious to learn 

But the best thing you learned these days was respecting everyone and trying to keep your feet on their shoes to understand their pain and sufferings . 

But the thing you were thinking about on those days was global warming . All of my life I wanted freedom and you wanted to free all animals giving all plants a chance to grow freely even if they were not helpful . Humans are soo selfish that they only spare those lives which benefit them somehow .

To you the new normal was not mask, gloves and social distancing ,you wanted the new normal to let everyone live ,everyone who has a life , give mother nature a chance to heal herself . 

One day you wrote that "The covid crisis has taught all of us equally at a time that how we all are connected even if we are separated and how we depend on each other and we should 

admire everyone and everything.

If nature is infected nature will cure herself too. Everything is important and being here to teach us something . Even the poisons from the earth has a healing power to save lifes .

Mother nature is teaching us to be humble , respectful to every element of the earth and give equal importance as we have over here .

Just give them the chance to be , to live , breath freely , to learn and seek and teach us . I don't think humans has the right to make laws and specialy making their own " natures law ".

So many wonders got lost before finding them and will never return only because of our foolishness .

Only because they are not helpful they should die , who are we to set this cruel rule ? 

Even humans are cruel to other humans . We are treating like enemies more than mother natures childrens . because we are unaware and selfish. Peoples are different because their mindsets and that's the beauty of our nature .There is no one like us and everyone is unique and connecting different perspectives can bring us a change . Physical boundries will be nothing in front of our inner connection . We should build huminity towards humans and all living matters and let everyone bloom in their own light , energy and power to prove everyones inner beauty is in their heart .Knowledge is our power the future is in our hand and we will surely make a change !"

Well dear Rim ,

In your imaginary world you knew that one day the earth will be healed and mother earth didnt let you go. Our c mkther earth is niow healed and healing herself everyday .

On 2030 some fun things happened like reuseable straws and paper clothes became trend people were buying them . We don't cut trees to make furnitures . We are doing upcycling and using alternative options .All animals are freed now only reliable universities has the right to research on animals without keeping them caged.There are some animals getting internet famouse everyday . We have equality and balance in our education any one can learn from anywhere anytime. Education is costfree now and age is just a number . All cuntries are united. There is no fight or war .No one breaks the rule ordoes crime intentionally.

Everyone is respected here no matter what their gender ,age or status is .We are building sustainable houses for everyone using alternative ways and on this process nature is not pollouted. Everyone is earning and

no one is staying unemployed. All professions are equally admired .Self employed people are increasing day by day . Over here we don't have bad people and they are being actually educated . Teaching us life skills while making our minds open and creative . Education is costfree and we are learning to get mastery on them.

In some countries overpopulation was a massive problem but now its not and we also controling our population by supporting one child . What ever that child might be , a life is always special. We have wonderful botanical gardens and reserved seed banks which has so many rare seeds . Internet is now the most safe place and resourcefull place 

All the waste is recycled and used as energy .

Spacewaste and e waste are sorted too. 

Big countries are helping small countries and now we all are equal and same no big or small.

Mills and factories use green energy to produce theur work and they dont throw waste in the water or soil .

All professions are equally admired and learning and education is free 

Now we have a no meat day in every month of the year and it is celebrated the whole world wide.

People now do their chores by themselves and donate their belongings which they no longer need ,no one extra stuff to clutter their home .

Everyone has a place to live a sweet home and a shelter and we dont need fill rivers or cut mountains or clean 

forests to build home . Refugees are loved and cared too ,many countries are helping them to survive .

We all truely have a home to live.

There is no cage no zoo but we have virtual zoo and world tour .

Many aninals got mentally sick staying in cage for a long time ,now they allare under good treatment .

keeping pets in cage is also agnist law .You will see " No entry" billboaard in front of many forests and importaant places. Government is helping people when they need . The quantity of doing crime is very less now 

There is no injustice . laws are very strict and mandatory. We have reliable snd trustworthy judiciary. I should say there is very less pending cases .

Everyone is working hard to spread positivity .

Government is really concerned about the happinesss of their citizens . People give mental health a big priority. Government encourages to take selftime and selfcare .

We can get safe and healthy food in a very cheap price .

We understand others feelings and respect them .

We use green energies now .

Other energy sources which we used before is now where they belong ,

to the nature . We are researching very hard on various topics nowdays to seek in the beauty and mystery of mother nature .

Our biodiversity is now very increased .

Our homes can now deal with earthquakes and other disasters .

We've build durable dams to stop getting fload and bush fires are also controlled.

We no more make cigarettes or tobacco products. 

No one smokes not even vehicles ,mills and factories. No human trafficking and less fishing .

Our youth is so positive nowdays . Youth exchange programmes are increased too . We understand how important staying globally connected is .

Each of the countries has a special bugdet and plan to deal with future diseases and disasters .

We are now shareing our love .working hand in hand .

There us no negetivity and no hatred agnist anyone .

Everyone gets to drink clean water and eat fresh safe food.

We don't 

have sewage problems nowdays .

Everything is by design and mother natures order . We dont want to harm our nature and so do our mother nature . 

Earth has now chaged a lot we have wonderful seasons and climate .

Whereever I look I see greenery and beauty ,love and peace .

Everyone is working hard to make our world a better place .

We only have one earth and we love her so much , we don't want to leave her or make her unhappy or sick .

We are working thinking about our future and having a sustainable world 

You would not believe ! my eyes are now filled with soothing greenery 

! 

Pond with ducks ,plants, butterflies bees ,dragonflies , grasshoppers everywhere with farmers and villegers .

And there is no pollution , no dirt 

literally zero waste . Everything is recycled reuse reduced and upcycled .

We have mighty leaders reliable law and trustworthy government .

At this time the world is so beautiful , everyones heart is so beautiful .its the happiest world ever .

I know its still like a dream to you .

But if i say its true you would ask me who did it ? And my answers is us , all of us everyone unitedly . One by one from various countries bright minds and leaders came up and worked for the change .

You everything you wanted to be. I'm nothing different from you .

I am you and you are still in me. 

On this world of 2030 .

Im compltetinng all the dreams that a teenager saw on her 16's. Teacher and connecting with hearts through internet .helping the poor and helpless ,working with the UN , studying in Japan and doing a research .

While your reading even if 

you believe in my words the law of attraction will make it true because youve already started working on it .

I wrote this letter for a competition but never end up giving it to someone or somewhere because it became special.

[manjuhitorie]

Hitorie’s unreleased concert recordings, are coming out on wowaka’s birthday

https://www.hitorie.jp/Loveless_IKI/

Hitorie’s full length DVDs of 2 concerts: The Loveless tour final and the IKI tour final in their full glory! It's region free and the release date is November, NOVEMBER, 4th. wowaka’s birthday.

The cover art has been unveiled, and the details of the bonus items have been divulged! 

The standard edition cover feautures wowaka in ai/SOlate T-shirt twanging his guitar! 

It comes with both concerts and an envelope with a lottery ticket for a chance to win a framed photo. It's cheaper and only comes with the 2 DVDs, the perfect piece! Regular edition DVD: via cdjapan

The limited edition cover features all members basked in laser lights! 

The complete special package comes with both concerts, a new special photobook of unreleased photos by cameraman Nishimaki Taichi, sticker replicas of the staff passes used for both tours, and an envelope with a lottery ticket for a chance to win a framed photo.  It’s also separated into Blu-ray and DVD, so make sure you buy the right one for your gear! DVD limited complete edition: via cdjapan   Blu-ray limited complete edition: via cdjapan Bonus pre-order items!!!

If you preorder from select stores you’ll receive a A2 size poster of the wowaka photo (Tower Records and CDJapan are sure to have it)!

Amazon preorders will include a 5 piece set of concert photo post cards! (Amazon hasn’t prepared a page yet though, I'll link it ASAP).

And preorders from the concert venue booths will nab you a Hitorie-chan themed ticket case. 

The track list is as follows

From Hitorie’s UNKNOWN-TOUR 2018 "Loveless" at EX THEATER ROPPONGI March 25th 2018 01. NAI. 02. Shinya 0-ji 03. Inperfection 04. One Me Two Hearts 05. Nichijou to Chikyuu no Gakubuchi 06. Bathtub and Sleepwalk 07. Eve Stepper 08. Loveless 09. Monocolor 10. Glare 11. Senseless Wonder 12. Unhappy Refrain 13. Social Clock 14. Namid[A]me 15. Talkie Dance 16. Unknown Mother Goose 17. Absolute Encore 1. Dancing Mannequin, Singing Fool Encore 2. Little Cry Baby

AND

From Hitorie’s National Solo Tour 2017 "IKI" at STUDIO COAST May 7th 2017 01. Heart Breath 02. One Me Two Hearts 03. Inperfection 04. Daydreamer(s) 05. Eve Stepper 06. Rularula 07. doppel 08. Lights in the Polar Night 09. Saihate 10. KOTONOHA 11. Hagure no Color 12. 5 Count Hello 13. Dancing Mannequin, Singing Fool 14. Shutter Doll 15. Little Cry Baby 16. Glare Encore 1. Kara no Waremono Encore 2. Senseless Wonder Encore 3. SisterJudy Encore 4. Montage Girl

"The full crowd bouncing around today was the best, I wish I could've shown everybody how crazy you guys looked. Please stick with us through future endeavors to come." After the IKI show in the DVD, ygarshy had said this.

And now.... that chance to see that day's craziness and follow their future is upon us, please do consider purchasing and dancing!!! And thank you for looking... 

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⚠️~~~⚠️~~~⚠️The rest of this post is unnecessary bonus manju material⚠️~~~⚠️~~~⚠️

I had report on the Loveless final compiled together from way back on March 28th 2019, so I’ll post it here again to give a small taste....!

●The stage lighting for Namid[A]me was apparently breathtaking, they made it look like it was actually raining, ●Yumao used a real gong for Social Clock. ●During Senseless Wonder yg went all the way over to snd’s side of the stage, stuck his body against his, and they played it out together. Then came the encore MC break.

●Yu started cheering himself on, while making flamboyant poses: "Yumaooooo!!  Oooh~!  WOooooOOah *rough voice* !!💪( ＞ω ＜💪)” Crowd: “You’re so cool~!” Yu: “Thank goo~ *Goes to a cutesy voice*” “You’re so cute~!” “Thank goo. Thank you!” SND: “Hey dude, they’re all callin’ ya cute and cool y’know.” Yu: “…(short pause) Thank goooo~~~”

wowaka: (laughing) We’re done, that's all we need for MC ahahaa.

●Leaving members stuck on what to ramble about, they’ve already talked so much throughout the whole tour, what’s left? So wo suggested that they do a re-cap on all those fun boring discussions they’ve had. Omnibus time. 

●Back when the Japan was collectively swept off their feet by the Olympic ice skater Yuzuru Hanyu-kun and his performance, wo had also praised him during MC.  Yet just thinking about him puts pressure on Yumao, it inspired Yumao to do his best. And as the next song on Rie’s set list was the inspirational Memai, he concentrated so hard, poured himself in and played super neatly, “Oh shit oh no oh shit, Hanyu-kun makes me nervous.” Yumao explained. 

●During the span of the tour SND fell off the stage way more then once... SND: “The skin on my back peeled off once too.” Yu “Eeeh?!” SND “Saying it peeeled all the way off is an overstatement but..” ”Well then the scab ripped off.” “Seriously?!” “But it healed nicely.” “Ahh” “After that, in Niigata, when I went to brandish my guitar up with a “pwooosh” towards the roof, it went bonking into my forehead.” ●SND’s middle finger had also stopped moving, (nerve palsy maybe??) During Talkie Dance there’s the “piropiropiro” where a “pero, pero” bit comes in between (Queue SND and Yuma singing the riff together), which is very straining. He has to press his fingers against the strings one by one to play it, he was scared but nonetheless. So Yuma watched him at the piropero part wondering “Oh no oh no is it gonna move? Is it moving today??””

When it came down to it his middle finger moved for him so thank goodness... (Manju comment: SND is this karma for all the times you gave the crowd the middle finger when they cheered your name,,, or flipped off girls who waved at you, or giving wo the middle finger a lot? God I love you)

●Yumao “Also ygarshy laughed ONCE!” “There was the one time I was talking nonstop (queue SND and Yumao making “blaghblergh” noises together to imitate him). When yga let out a chuckle, which made me super proud in front of everyone… I went Wahooo!!! but turns out it wasn’t because my story was funny or anything.  It was because yga was off on his own! Testing how many candies he could eat before we would shut up!” SND: “Did you chuckle because you finished the third candy?” yg: “Uhhh” SND: “Well tell us about it.” wowaka: “Is this the first time he’s talking?” yga: “See, I always think our encore MCs are… long. So I feel like having some candy. I was originally worried I wouldn’t be able to finish eating one in time, the song would start and turn into a problem, but.... it turned out that day’s had become the longest MC yet. I lost my inner bet, damn it, I thought. You guys really can talk. Three whole candies worth of talk! So I laughed, and Yumao thought I was laughing at hims story”

Yu: “Yeah yeah!! Honestly the story I had been telling didn’t have a punchline, so I just used your laugh as an escape.”

SND “Foolish” Yu “Yep” wowaka “Well that day the most” Crowd “laughing” Yumao “...Thank goo~ (laughing)” (Yumao you never have a punchline I swear to God I love you too)

●wowaka talked about the story from back when he used to be so so scared of standing in front of people. In middle school his teacher chose him to represent his class in the English speaking competition, yet he was so afraid that he just, went out to the podium crying hysterically. “I can’t talk English in front of everyone waghhh....”

But now he’s able to do >this<. He’s become such an adult. 

SND “I bet there wasn’t even as many people at the competition as there is people here today, haha and you’re able to even talk naturally here, eh, look at you.”

Yu: “Ahh even SND’s such a big boy now~.” SND: “Well we all have.” ●They announced the next nexUs tour at the Loveless tour final. “We just love doing shows” 

●Also Pre- Little Cry Baby emotional speech from wowaka.   “In living we find cool things and sparkling things, yet there’s moments when we betray those things, we worry if ahhh was I wrong with that, there’s so much of this, in actuality that’s all I do, yet still we’re made out of things we can’t throw away, that’s what I think, what is it! Like those sorta texture that have a paint dried over them, like things that are just superficial just… Those are things that I have NO FUCKING  interest in! Like it’s that, c’mON, with music, people are just humans!! trying to be, they’re trying to do what they can do! I have interest in things that only humans can do, some things that can even surpass human, and that’s what fuels me to do music. As long as you follow me, I feel like ,, I could go anywhere!!!!! thank you always, thank you for making me!! Thank you for being here!!!”

This was also the showing they used during the Memorial Service on June 1st… STAFF WE ARE GOING TO CRY “Thank you we were Hitorie, let’s definitely! *through deep breaths* definitely! Meet again!”

Also some from IKI

●wowaka’s mother came to this show.... As divulged in this interview. THE ORAL CIGARETTES had sent Rie flowers in celebration of the event, which were on display at the venue.... Shiohigari SND’s good friend went, also the Synth player of the band “the telephones” who took the picture that’s featured on this blog) went also! ●Before Shutter Doll Yumao did his signature, Yumao! Yumao! Yumao! cheer on rhythm with the familiar intro, but with “Final! Final! instead. Along with We’re ●Hagure no Color had snazzy band introductions molded in between it. ●wowaka had actually cried during Little Cry Baby..... It really is a song that’s so important to him.... I’m anxious to see the video... ●MC: One was wowaka talking about how thankful he is for everyone and everything about this IKI tour. wowaka “I don’t want it to to enddd!” SND “We’re been on this tour for 4 months, it’s been a long time though, it’s amazing, it’s a new record for us.” wowaka “Now what am I going to do with myself tomorrow.“ SND “Go back to our dark dark life...” wo “Why”

SND “You guys had been waiting outside all this time, how was it, was it cold, are you okay? Further crowd: “We were okay-! Closer crowed “(less voices) We were okay.” SND “So you guys were okay and you were cold, okay (laughing). Well if you were cold, then see this sweatshirt Leader is wearing.. please wear one too That thing is perf.  Crowd: “Woooah!!” SND: “Why the fuck ‘Woah.’ Even if you said you’re okay then still go buy one alright. Thanks..”

[lickthemagaindeacy]

Hiii! I recently just fell in love with Queen and I think they are absolutely amazing and I love how hilarious and adorable they all are with each other. I just have one question: I can never find anything really where Brian and Deaky are being cute and talking about each other. Is there some animosity there? Just wondering. Thanks!

Oh wow this a GREAT ask. I actually feel quite honored that you came to ask me about this!

First of all, hi!! Welcome to the Royal Family!! Always great to have new Queenies on board.

So, the short answer to this is, yes. There was a bit. But allow me to elaborate.

I think from the beginning, John and Brian were never as close with each other as they were with Freddie or Roger. John was introduced to Roger and Brian at a club through a mutual friend, and John and Roger hit it off right away. They shared a lot of the same interests; cars, music, science fiction, movies. They are also the youngest, so they were immediately buddies. Once John joined Queen, Freddie felt the need to sort of be John's "band mom", for lack of a better term. John was always incredibly shy around new people and crowds, so Freddie sort of became John's voice, and tried to kind of protect him from some of the crazier aspects of the rock 'n' roll lifestyle. Now, although they got along and worked fine together professionally, and respected each other as musicians, I don't think Brian and John quite had that close of a connection.

However, when John found those old radio parts and built his home made amp in 1972, he brought it to Brian and immediately Brian started experimenting with it and various other equipment. The Deacy Amp was responsible for a lot of the layering and tone and such that became an integral part of Queen's sound. Take a listen, for example, to Brian's song "Good Company". He was able to create the illusion of a string ensemble by layering the Red Special through the Deacy Amp. There's a great article on it here. Brian still has and uses the original Deacy Amp.

As time went on, John started to become more involved in the decision making and songwriting processes. He started joining arguments. He became more confident in himself and his place in the band. With that comes more friction between these four very strong personalities. It's important to understand that the four members of Queen had vastly different songwriting styles and musical tastes. Roger is a very punk rock style drummer. Brian, for the most part, has that sound that leans from prog rock into metal, with his occasional foray into folk style. John is a funk master. He was all about funk, Motown, and disco. One of his favorite groups was Cream. Freddie loved his fantasy songs, and was very into pulling classical piano and opera sound into his songs.

The point where this all comes to a head is on their 1982 album Hot Space. You can look up critical reviews of this album, most of them will say that it was very "self indulgent" of Queen, and it strayed very far from their "usual sound" (which is saying a lot for a band whose sound had already been all over the place. For the love of cheese, their biggest album to date was called A Night At The Opera, which spanned from music hall to folk songs to seaside ditties to love ballads. I digress.) Now I've heard lots of different takes on this. Apparently the recording of Hot Space was a tense time, but it was all around a bad time in Brian's life in general, for personal and professional reasons. He and Roger were fairly opposed to the idea of a disco album. The Game had already featured a lot of funk style, and they'd broken their one rule and used synthesizers. Roger and Brian wanted to return more to their prog rock roots. Freddie and John, however, were really pushing for more exploration into these styles and genres. They wanted to move with the times. It's been said that at some point in all of this, John and Brian came to a head and had the worst fight they'd ever had. This, supposedly, was the birth of "Back Chat". I don't know that it's been confirmed, but listening to it, it's really difficult to think that Deacy wrote it about anybody but Brian and their difficulties, especially with the line, "You stand so tall, you don't frighten me at all". The song just screams frustration. It's also said that they argued about whether Brian should put a guitar solo in it (Deacy apparently didn't want one).

However, they seem to have pulled through this just fine. They went on tour shortly after the album was released, and "Staying Power", which is the first track on Hot Space, became really popular during that tour. Brian can now, it seems, look back on it with no ill will.

During recording for The Works and A Kind of Magic, and their subsequent tours, for the most part, they seemed to be back to the professional rapport they'd had before. Roger and John did a lot of the public appearances and gave interviews. Freddie, I believe, was working a lot on his solo work. Brian was dealing with the dissolution of his marriage (but that's a whole other can of worms.) But Queen as a whole was back in tip-top shape. There are even a few shared moments on stage between John and Brian. One in particular I can think of is them teaming up to harass Freddie a little at one show when he made them wait to start the next song so could get his water.

During Freddie's final years, and the making of The Miracle and Innuendo, they all seemed to really pull together after taking a small hiatus from working together. Those two albums were on a much higher level than most of the work they'd done in the 80's. They were back in the swing of things. John was even more confident snd more willing to give interviews.

Brian, as well as Freddie's long term partner Jim Hutton, said that John wasn't around all that much toward the end, as Freddie's illness was really quite difficult for him to deal with. And, supposedly, when finishing Made In Heaven, there was a bit more tension as they all argued over how to finish this album without their voice of reason. But when you've just lost your best friend to an illness that no one seems to even want to understand, you're bound to lash out even at those closest to you.

Now, Brian speaks about John with nothing but respect, appreciation and admiration. He always, I believe, had that respect and awe for Deacy as a bassist and musician. He talks often of how lyrical and melodic John was on bass, and how much of a powerhouse he and Rog were as a rhythm section. He has spoken of how John is still a part of the business side of Queen, and how he always informs John of what they are doing. He doesn't always get an answer about things, but he keeps John in the loop. And there's also a tweet floating around out there where he said that John's songs are still good!!

So in conclusion, yes, there was some tension, but not any more than there was in the rest of the band (there are some.stories there, too. They fought so hard some times they'd start throwing things), but I think the reason we don't see as much interaction between Brian and John is simply because, while they were friends and bandmates, they didn't have the same close relationship with each other as they did with Freddie or Roger, which is neither good nor bad. It just is. They still spent 20 years as half of an absolute musical power group, were able to create amazing music together and spend so much time in close quarters without killing each other or walking away from the band.

Also, have this. I think it's cute.

(Oh god I'm sorry this got so long. Also if anyone would like to add/correct any of this, please feel free. I am definitely NOT the last authority on this!)

[im-tops-bottom]

Tony sits outside of the school at the bus stop because he knows the bullies are dumb enough not to check there. They would assume Tony is either at class or hiding in the principal's office.

Tony takes his jumper off and winces as he looks at all the fresh wounds. His last set that he got from school and home hadn't really healed properly so it looks extra bad today.

"what the hell happened there?"

"calm down babe"

Tony jolts as pushes his shirt down and covers his arms with his jumper. He looks up and gets frightened at who he sees I front of him.

"please please I am begging you guys not to tell them I'm here. I'll do anything for you not to tell. This is the only place they haven't checked"

Steve and Bucky exchange looks before looking back at the frightened Tony on the bench.

"relax Tony. We aren't like them. We just play the sports and chill every once in a while but we aren't on their level of bat shit crazy so you can seriously relax."

"so you guys don't want to hurt me?"

"seriously Tony. We've known each other since all 3 of us were kids. You should know we would never hurt you."

"I don't know you guys. Well not anymore. Not ever since you two got together and left me behind. You guys found new friends, joined a sports team, went on dates and never stood up for me when I was bullied. You guys have no idea what I've been going through so don't you dare stand there and say that like it's suppose to mean something. You know what I don't need to deal with this. I'm leaving"

Tony pushed past the couple and tries to leave but someone takes a hold of his wrist. He looks up to see Bucky with a hurt expression.

"no! You don't get to look like that. I backed you up when you lost your arm, I built you a new one, i had my friend still keep in contact with you for arm maintenance and I never asked for anything in return but your friendship. I can see that that was something I'm never asking for again."

"Tony where are you going?"

"none of your damn business now leave me alone."

Tony walked around the area and turning every damn direction and stopping at any random shop to buy random things but he couldn't lose his trail. It seemed like every step he took, the muscle boys took two steps closer.

Well at least he is away from school and home. Maybe he should text his only friends Rhodey and Pepper what happened. It's only fair since he didn't show up to class nor will he be going at all today.

After he sent the text he hears someone crying and peeks down the alleyway to find someone who looked beaten up and crying. A group of kids are kicking him so he does what he does best, stir their anger towards him and let him take the beatings.

"hey you assholes! Pick on someone your own size"

Tony backs up a little as the tallest kid walks up to him with a smirk.

"oh yeah? Like who?"

'save me guys save me' Tony thinks as he closes his eyes.

"like us"

'yes!' Tony thinks as he smirks and kicks the tall guy in the nuts. He gets a good beating as Steve and Bucky take on all the other guys before turning to the tall one that has Tony slammed up against the wall.

Bucky pulls the guy back and pounds into him while Steve heads towards Tony. Tony brushes Steve off and heads to the kid that looks slightly taller than him. He smiles as he readjusts his glasses and throws a hand out.

"hey I'm Tony Stark. Wanna be friends and do some Science stuff? My 2 friends at school hate being there with me because I talk to much. Whatcha say?"

After a couple of seconds the other replies back grabbing onto Tony's hands and gets help standing up.

"my name is Bruce Banner. I know who you are. Your dad owns the school me, my brother Clint and his girlfriend Natasha are going to starting next week"

"awesome! I go there! You better stick by me kid, I know where all the hi-"

"oh my god Tony are you okay? "

Tony growls as he rips Bucky's hands off him.

"stop acting like you give a shit. Now....Brucie bear let me walk you home"

"thank you"

"no worries. You think I can meet your siblings as well"

"sure"

Bruce and Tony walk to Bruce's with two puppies trailing behind them. They never give them much thought as they are talking about the latest science magazine for that week.

Tony thinks he may have fallen in love the moment he trips up and falls on to someone definitely taller than him but incredibly hot. Not as muscly as his ex best friends but getting there.

Tony gets up and starts blushing as he helps the person up.

"oh my god I am so sorry. I didn't see you there"

"it's okay. It looks like you were having fun with my adopted brother."

Damnit this must be Clint. Why are all the hot guys taken.

"yeah I get clumsy like that sometimes. Now come in all 4 of you. Looks like we got ourselves a medical clean up"

Tony frowns because he didn't want the two to follow inside but shrugs it off. He'll get rid of them later.

A beautiful red head comes out with some medical stuff and helps Clint clean up.

"oh my god where are my manners. Sorry guys this is Tony and...."

"not important. Hi I'm Tony and you gorgeous individuals must be Clint and Natasha"

"don't be silly Tony. Hi I'm Steve Rogers and this is my boyfriend Bucky Barnes."

Clint runs up and shakes their hands in awe.

"I heard alot about you two. Our previous schools basketball and football teams lost against Stark High because of you two. You guys are like God's."

"well thank you. At least someone appreciates us."

Tony quickly stands up and makes his way to putting his shoes back on.

"well it was nice meeting you guys and thank you for the patch up. Bruce you have my number so just hit me up when you wanna start that project. Steve snd Bucky you can just save time and stay here. I'm sure Clint will love it"

Tony then bolts it out the door before anyone can say anything and makes a run for it.

He knows where Bruce lives which is around the corner from his house so he makes his to the shopping center and prays that his mum and dad aren't home.

As soon as he reaches the mall, he buys a large cup of coffee from starkbucks and makes his way to the movie theater where he watches Captain America Civil War. He loved the first two and that's where he ba-

"oh so that's where you got the idea for my arm from"

Tony yelps and popcorn goes everywhere. He doesn't mind missing parts of the movie because he's already seen it's premiere. He looks to his left and sees Bucky. On his right is Steve.

"I think I also remember your dad saying that he called you Anthony once upon a time because he wanted you to grow up to be exactly like iron man. It was all over the news"

Tony groans because he was so ashamed when all tony could think about was Captain America and the Winter Soldier. They remind him of Steve and Bucky and he can't help but fall in love with them. He has a winter soldier bear at home.

"you know what amazes me? The fact that you two think I want you here. Well I don't so you can fuck off and leave me alone."

Tony knows they aren't leaving anytime soon so he just sits back and enjoys the rest of the movie.

At the end of it all the 3 walk out arguing over the movie. Tony chooses Team Cap while Steve and Bucky are Team Iron.

Tony doesn't realize he's having so much fun until he gets a text from his dad telling him to come home right now. Tony doesn't say anything to the couple and rushes back home.

As soon as he steps inside his dad starts pounding on him and yelling at him about why he didn't attend school and started complaining about every little thing. His mum didn't do anything as she was baked on the couch.

As soon as his beatdown is over he showers and then heads to his room where he is surprisingly met with Steve and Bucky. Steve has 2 bags and a suitcase while Bucky has another bag and suitcase. All his clothes and toiletries are packed up. Everything is packed except all his science stuff.

"what the hell is wrong with you two?"

"we are getting you out of here"

"I can't just up and leave all because of a hiding"

"this isn't a one off thing"

"what do you mean this isnt a one off. You don't know anything"

"we know more than you think now hurry up. Stevie's Aunty Peg is outside waiting. She knows the situation"

"fine but the both of you better explain yourselves when we get to wherever we are going"

"yes now hurry up before they decide to check on you"

It doesn't take the 3 too long to take all the stuff to the car. They agree to leave Tony's science stuff behind because they can always get it at a later date and make their way to the aunties place.

Tony groans as he knows this is going to be a long week.

[patricianandclerk]

liveblogging episode 2

OH WITH A VIOLIN?? I LOVE IT

also god gabriel is so hot just kill me

"pornography?"

"come into my backroom"

JESUS CHRIST!!!! Thanks!!!!!

god he hates sandaphlon, big respect

THE JEFFREY ARCHER BOOKS SMELL EVIL IM SCREAMING

Gabriel is literally THE himbo @mr gaiman thank you for my LIFE

also crowley's office is so embarrassing i love it. AAAH THE TALK SHOW!!! THAT'S SO CUTE!!!

god... its interesting bc. "i didn't mean to fall, i just hung around thr wrong people" crowley is so. interesting... bc.... unlike book crowley who wants to pretend to be a big scary demon, this one is so... self PITYING. like! it's interesting that he won't take responsibility - him saying himself "i hung around the wrong people", performing that self pity to an empty room, that's fascinating

also omf i LOVE agnes!!!

"mistress nutter?" GOD i adore her she did her own chains and everything!! what a woman!

I LOVE THE SPINNING HAT LABEL!!! Cute!!!

i love anathema and her ma... i think it's interesting to have changed characters like, tendencies and lil bits of personhood just bc like. we're seeing so much mkre of their interactions with other characters bc there's a whole cast? so you don't have to like, have everything

aaah i love anathema she's so cute!!!

SHADWELLLLLLLL

his accent IS weird omg

i actually find it so cute that he's... fucking just. grabbed him out of the public!!

hhh the idea that this crowley sits alone in the dark TALKING to himself and being anxious as fuck is... really pathetic but so SAD.

it's interesting too bc the thing is, his self pity and his lack of control, in my opinion, makes him less frightening? like book crowley can be very quietly intimidating if he wants to be because he knows how to hold back and he knows how to... be a snake, effectively

tv crowley is? you know, a little bitch. he shouts so easily! he is not scary! idk this is him. in private but these sre his PLANTSlike. he should be frightening to them

omg mme Tracey is,,, bless her...

INTIMATR PERSONAL RELIEF AAAH that's... so cute god

aaah

"you've lost the boy"

"we!"

"you!"

"we!"

and its not about... being together with aziraphale it's about not being his fault. interesting.

JESUS BRIAN DON'T BITE IT LIKE THAT

dog is SO cute, i love him...

for wensleydale it seems like it's just... a lifting of john darling from Peter pan, which is v diff from. book wensleydale but... its CUTE

IT'S

interesting too bc like

crowley is being sarcastically NASTY to aziraphale a LOT, in the condescending manner i usually expect in reverse in the book... like aziraphale is self righteous but like. not in a particularly commanding way

i love thst anathema is like "what the fuck??? are british kids like this????"

brian is very soft i love him

OHHHHH i like that... that's SOFT that's... CHIVALROUS. aziraphale giving him the bedroom eyes and saying, oh it doesn't count if I do it, but if YOU do it...

that's...

gos it really is like crowley is the bad boy on his motorcycle and aziraphale is like "oh no,,,, my virtue.... hint hint"

crowley and the GUNS, GOD

REALLY interesting that crowley LOSES it, shoves their bodies together, and there's NO fear in aziraphale's face at all. he WANTED the intimate moment.

aziraphale.... u fag....Softie

i love all of crowley's little oop and oh noises. it's so human.

"i didn't! someone hit me!" AGAIN with the shifting of the blame!!! and yet contextually so DIFFERENT to the book

ohhhh crowley FUSSING over his poor car

aziraphale didn't need to HOLD her hand jesus christ

"get in, angel" GOD

i love... crowley... watching aziraphale eat....

they're disgustingly married

i have to say, it's very interesting that crowley has that facial tattoo bc it really is much more similar to the body modifications the angels have than it is to the big demonic things, like the creatures or pustules

i actually find it interesting that crowley... apparently runs conversations over snd over in his head. bringing up the duck thing stuntedly, mentioning the bebop thing HOURS later, like...

that's FASCINATING. bc!! that's a very different kind of anxiety to book crowley's but is still deeply anxious?

also aziraphale's gloves? PURE FAGGOTRY. full. on Mickey mouse in this bitch. KISS me.

jesus christ aziraphale is a stupid bitch

cocoa??? what cocoa??? MY cocoa???

this aziraphale is obviously more human too in that he... actually has workinh senses when he's looking at the book... ALSO again to focus on crowley's self centred Ness

it's interesting that aziraphale is so OBVIOUSLY unbalanced and upset but like. he doesn't even notice bc he's do focused on himself

ALSO i love the 666 phone number that's so cute

[pocket-luv101]

Kuromahi swimming together in which kuro is a lot more ripped than mahi thought snd now sunshine boy cant stop staring❤️ thank you dear❤️❤️

KuroMahi {17: Swimming Together}

“I’m back, Kuro! You can go change now.” Mahiru leaned over Kuro who waslaying on the beach blanket. He opened his eyes briefly before closing his eyes againwith a small protest that it was too hot to move. They decided to go to thebeach for the day and Mahiru told him to watch their stuff while he changed.Unfortunately, he already made himself comfortable under the beach umbrella andwas drifting off by the time Mahiru returned.

“It’s your turn to change, Kuro. I’ll watch our things now. Wait, before you go, give me your jacket. Seriously, how did you notswelter to death in that things while you were waiting for me?” Mahiru held outhis hands expectantly and Kuro shrugged off his jacket with a sigh. He didn’tlike beaches but Mahiru looked so excited about going that he had to agree.

“I said that I would come with you but don’t think you can drag me intothe water. Cats hate water.” Kuro dropped his jacket into Mahiru’s arms. Hewatched Kuro leave with a small, satisfied smile because he knew that it wasmiracle that he could drag him so far from their home. After Kuro was out ofsight, Mahiru folded his jacket carefully and placed it inside a bag so itwouldn’t get covered in sand.

Mahiru waited for Kuro to return and he watched the waves. He wonderedif he could tempt Kuro into playing in the water with him. Though, he would besatisfied if they did something as simple as build a sandcastle togetherbecause he only needed to be with Kuro to be happy. But he thought that it wouldbe good to take him outside and into the sun every once in a while.

As he was lost in thought, something cold pressed against his cheek.Mahiru jumped a little and looked up to see Kuro standing over beside him. Anywords Mahiru had were caught in his throat when he saw him. Kuro noticed himgaping at him but only pressed the cone of shaved ice into his hand. “You don’tneed to look so shocked that I got you a cone. It’s orange flavoured.”

“Orange is my favourite colour, not food, but thank you,” Mahiruchuckled and Kuro shrugged.

“Well, they don’t have hamburger flavoured snow cones and, if they did,they’ll taste disgusting. If you don’t want it, I’ll just eat both.” At hiswords, Mahiru quickly took the cone from him. The smile he gave him was wellworth the small detour to buy it. Kuro sat next to him on the beach blanket andnoticed that Mahiru’s face was a little red. He reached over and touched hischeek. “Hey, you okay? You’re not getting a heatstroke, are you?”

“I’m okay!” Mahiru assured him and pulled away from him slightly. Hecovered his cheeks with his own hands so Kuro wouldn’t see his flushed face. Heknew that he couldn’t tell Kuro the true reason he was blushing so much. Hiseyes darted around but they would always end up staring at Kuro’s broad shoulders.He knew that Kuro was strong but he didn’t expect him to be so well defined.

“Are you sure?” Kuro asked and Mahiru felt guilty for making him worried.He tried to hide how flustered he was under an excited smile. Mahiru stood andtook his hands to pull him to his feet. Despite his slight reluctance, Kuro lethim drag him towards the water.

“I’m finished eating so let’s go swim. Going to the beach will be a waste if we don’t go intothe water. I brought a pool tube so you can just float if you don’t feel likeswimming.” Mahiru sighed contently when he stepped into the cold water. It tookhis mind off Kuro for a moment but it didn’t last long before he turned back tohim. Kuro had the expression of a bored child as he floated in the water. Hechuckled and swam after him. “Don’t go off too far, Kuro!”

“Tell the sea that. I’m not controlling this thing.” Kuro said. He knewhow to swim but it was tiring so he let the waves take him wherever they wanted,trusting that Mahiru wouldn’t let him go too far. The soothing rhythm of the seaalmost made him drift off to sleep. He became fully awake when Mahiru stoppedin front of him and hanged onto the pool tube. He was breathing heavily but hestill beamed a smile at him.

“I caught you!” Mahiru said but then he realized how close they were. He couldcount the individual water droplets clinging onto his lean muscles. Consideringhow lazy Kuro could be, Mahiru was surprised by how well-built he was. He couldfeel himself blush so he tried to focus on Kuro’s eyes. “I said you could floatbut be careful not to drift off too far.”

“It’s fine.” Kuro waved away his concern with a small laugh. Mahirualways fretted over him but he knew that it came from a place of love andkindness. He noticed that Mahiru’s skin was tinted red again and wondered if hewas getting sun burnt. He touched his arm and kept his touch light in case itwas a sun burn. “Did you remember to put on sunscreen? You’re getting red.”

“Really, I’m okay.” Mahiru said as quickly as his heart was racing. Hetried not to be overly conscious of Kuro but he couldn’t stop himself fromstaring when they were so close. Kuro didn’t even seem to be conscious of howhe affected him so he said nervously. “It’s just…”

“Yeah?” Kuro leaned closer to him to see his expression. That onlyseemed to make him blush more and he pressed his forehead against the pooltube to hide his face.

“Don’t look at me like that. You’re going to make my heart explode because...” Mahirulooked up at him finally. He made a vague gesture his hands and Kuro raised abrow at him. Oh God, he was going to make him say it out loud, wasn’t he? “Ialways thought that you were beautiful and strong but I didn’t expect… for you tolook so good… in your bathing suit… Stop grinning like that, Kuro!”

“You look good too.” Kuro chuckled when he saw Mahiru’s shy blush. Hehad to wonder how someone as wonderful and pure as Mahiru could exist andwanted to tease him. Mahiru gasped when Kuro suddenly let go of the pool tubeand sank under the water. Thinking that he was drowning, Mahiru tried to swimafter him.

Underwater, Kuro took his arm and pulled him closer to kiss him. Atfirst, Mahiru gasped but then Kuro quickly covered his mouth with his own so hewouldn’t swallow water. He made sure to keep the kiss brief, mindful thatMahiru was human and needed air. Even though he wanted to continue holdingMahiru underwater, he took him back to the surface.

“Kuro, you could’ve made us drown!” Mahiru yelled once he could breathagain. His heart was beating wildly and he clung onto Kuro’s shoulders to keephimself from submerging again. He wasn’t certain what took away his breathmore, being under water or the kiss.

“I wouldn’t let you drown.” Kuro held him securely and rested hisforehead against his. “I thought that the water would cool you off. Needanother trip?”

“Stop it, Kuro! It’s not fair what you do to my heart sometimes.” Mahirublushed but Kuro continue to smile.

“You’re one to talk when you make my heart race every day.” Kuro kissedhis nose. “You’re too cute all the time so it’s nice to know that I can makeyou flustered every once in a while.”

“Once in a while?” Mahiru giggled and corrected him softly. “All the time, silly. I just couldn’thide it this time.”

Underwaterkisses look really romantic in movies but try to keep them brief if you try itirl because air is a thing you need.

[Sendme a number and a pairing and I’ll write a short fic for you]

[fantasticnewtimagines]

*Something Special* Newt x reader

◘ Anonymous asked:

Hey, I love your stories and you’re a really great writer❤ so may I ask if you could make a story where the reader thinks she’s just a muggle, but newt knows something she doesn’t know about herself. Lots and lost of fluff! Well if you wouldn’t mind that’s it…❤

❋ So for this one, let’s just assume the reader didn’t lose control of her powers or struggle to harness them and doesn’t turn in to an Obscurus. Also, I hope this is’t like super stupid lol

Throughout all your life you never felt special or like you stood out in any way. There were times when things would happen that you couldn’t explain. Like back in your youth, you got mad at your older brother and somehow managed to make his hot cocoa tip over and splash all over his pants causing his friends to tease him relentlessly. You never thought much of it and figured it was just good timing. 

As the years would go by and you’d get older, you began noticing more and more times things like that would happen. It popped in to your mind maybe once or twice that maybe you possessed some type of magical ability, but you’d quickly brush away the idea seeing as magic didn’t exist.

It wasn’t until one day you were enjoying a walk in a park nearby your home in London that you learned something about yourself you never in your wildest dreams could ever imagine.

You had been walking along minding your own business when a gentleman casually strolled by, eyeing you up and down. Feeling uncomfortable you tried to avert your gaze away. The man however, seemed confident and approached you rather quickly.

“Hello there, beautiful…” 

Pushing past him, you picked up your pace quickly only to have him follow you. 

“’Aye!” The man yelled at you as he kept following behind you. “Just trying to be friendly!” Turning away, he mumbled under his breath and you caught the last few words. Spinning around angrily, you marched toward the man and began scolding him. 

“Who do you think you are!?” Pointing an angry finger in his direction, you watched as his face went from angry to quite terrified. He slowly backed away and you glared at him, giving a warning with your eyes. Suddenly, without any idea how it happened, the nearby fountain began to spray a heavy stream of water directly at him. Your eyes widened as you watched the scene unfold. Within seconds the water stopped and went back to it’s normal state. You were about to open your mouth to speak when a tall man with cinnamon colored hair appeared, grabbed you by the arm and whisked you away behind a large tree.

“Are you crazy!?” The man looked at you, turned to see the man soaking wet and looking around in confusion. “You can’t go around doing things like that!”

“What?” 

“You can’t be so reckless…” He reached in to his pocket and turned around, still talking, “Muggles have a tendency to go from zero to one hundred in a mere matter of seconds. You could have caused a real panic and-”

“Muggles?” You stared at the man and noticed he was holding a stick and pointing at the man. 

“Obliviate.” 

You watched as he held the stick, a small glow from the tip appeared and the man who was just seconds ago in panic and anger, became calm and confused. He looked around, scratched his head, and then walked away. 

“There. He won’t go saying anything.” Turning back to face you, he locked his eyes with yours. “Newt Scamander by the way.” Holding his hand out to you, he smiled. You just stared at it, confused and slightly scared. 

“I’m sorry… I don’t understand what’s happening right now….” 

“Sorry?”

“Why on earth are you carrying a stick in your pocket and how did you get it to glow?! Also, what is a muggle?!”

Newt stared at you blankly, blinking a few times before speaking again. “Who are you?”

“Who am I? Who are you?! You’re clearly crazy!” Quickly backing away, you picked up your pace trying to get away from the crazy man as fast as you could.

“Wait!” He ran after you, laying a hand on your shoulder to hold you back. “Wait a minute. Are you telling me that you have no idea how that fountain did that?”

“Of course I have no idea!” Pushing his hand off angrily. Newt looked around quickly, making sure no one was around, before taking a hold of your arm and instantly apparating away. You landed its a thud and you nearly fell over from losing your balance. The world was spinning and you felt as though you had just been pulled like a rubber band and snapped back. 

“Terribly sorry… here we go..” Newt helped you over to a couch and set you down. You tried to make sense of your surroundings but everything was still spinning. “I’m afraid the first time is the worst…. here, water helps.” He couldn’t see him but you clearly heard him say “aquamenti!” and a cup of water was placed in your hand. Finding your lips, you took a gulp and set it down. Opening your eyes you were finally able to make out the room your were in. It was small with a desk, two windows, an arm chair and an old beaten case sitting in the corner. 

“Where…. where am I?” 

“Uh… my home. Don’t worry, it’s not far from where we just were.” Watching him fumble around, he pulled a chair over and sat across from you. Smiling, he waited a moment before asking his long awaited question. “Do you… do you have any idea about witches and wizards?”

Staring up at him, you shrugged. Your eyes felt glazed over as you tried to figure out if you were dreaming or not. 

“So… you’ve never known about your.. your abilities?” 

“Abilities?”

“For instance…. have you ever had something happen that you couldn’t explain? Anything almost… magical?” He waited, looking at you from behind his curly hair. 

“I mean… I’ve had times where things I couldn’t explain happen. So, yeah, I guess?”

Newt didn’t respond right away. He merely looked at you, a lopsided smile on his face as he seem to be thinking. Finally, he asked you to look at the book on his night stand and handed you his wand. “Now point it directly at it and say accio.”

Holding the wand, you looked at him and then the book. “accioh”

“Accio” He correctly you.

“Accio” The book on the night stand flew across the room and Newt caught it before it landed on you. Gasping, you looked at him in complete awe. “I.. I did that?!”

“You did!” Newt smiled and instructed you again. “Now say lumos”

“Lumos!” You jumped as the tip of the wand illuminated. You strangely didn’t feel scared at what was happening, mainly because you were still half believing you were dreaming. “Wait, if I can do all of this, does that mean?….”

Smiling, Newt nodded at you and took his wand back. 

“How is that possible?!” 

“Well, to put it simply, there are people in this world who are born with magic in them and other who aren’t. Those without magic, we call muggles.”

“How can I have magic in me though? Both my parent’s never mentioned it to me. Surely if they knew they’d say something….”

“Either they knew and decided to keep it from you, or they don’t know. Your parent’s may be muggles, but you can still have magic.” 

Trying to soak everything in, you just stared at the wizard, trying to piece together everything that was happening. “My brother…. he doesn’t have magic.”

“Then you are the special one in your family!” Newt smiled at you. “However, it is dangerous for you to not be aware of how to control it. It’s extremely important you are able to. Especially around muggles.”

“Can you…. can you help me?” 

Newt looked down at you, his soft green eyes full of kindness and excitement. “Of course.” Taking your hand in his, he helped up off the couch, “How about we start tomorrow?”

Weeks had gone by now and almost every day you and Newt secretly met up and together he helped you learn about the magical world you never knew you were a part of. You hadn’t told your family yet, afraid of what they’d do and how they’d react. For now, you simply told them you were out running errands, seeing some friend’s, or exploring new places in which to work on your art work. 

“Today I’m going to show you the mending charm.” Picking up a glass, Newt let it slip from his hands and watched it shatter on the ground. Holding his wand, you pointed it at the pile of glass and repeated after him. “Oculus repairo”. The pieces slowly lifted from the ground and gracefully put themselves back together like a puzzle. Smiling, Newt picked it up and held it up for you to see. “Good job, Y/N!”

Jumping excitedly in your spot, you did a little curtsy and giggled. Newt chucked and took a seat on the couch. you followed and took a seat beside him. “Thank yo again, Newt, for all of this.”

“It’s a pleasure, really.” His cheeks went red and he hid behind his hair. You smiled at how shy he could be at times, and you gently placed your hand on his knee. Jumping a bit at the sudden touch, Newt looked over at you and for a few moments you both stared at one another until you both heard a clang. Newt jumped up and darted towards where the noise had come from. You watched as he bent down near his desk and picked up a rather small looking creature. “What did I tell you? Paws off what’s not yours!” You watched as he yanked away your tiny hand purse with a few rhinestones on it and he placed it on his desk. Opening his case, you watched him place the creature inside, shut it snd lock it. You gasped and stood up making your way towards the wizard. 

“What are you doing?! He can’t breathe in there!” Trying to get to his case to open it, Newt gently pushed you away, a tiny smile on his face as he knew if you opened it, something else could come out that may frighten you.

“He’s fine. Trust me.”

“What was it anyway?”

“A-a niffler.” 

“A what?”

“Niffler…” Smiling at the look on your face, he gave you a tiny description of the little creature. “It’s a magical creature…. attracted to anything shiny.”

“Magical creature? There’s magical creatures!?”

“Y-yes. But that’s for another time. I would feel more comfortable showing you them once you know more about your powers and how to control them.” 

You frowned a bit, but read Newt’s expression which you could tell was concern for you and his creatures. You could only imagine what else was in there and you decided he was right; you could wait.

“How about we move on to our next lesson?”

“Splendid!” 

It had now been almost two months and you finally gaining a good sense of control and understanding of your magical ability. You were in your room reading one of the many books Newt had lent you when heard something hit your window. Turning in your chair, you noticed an owl perched on the window will holding a letter. You were still getting used to this new way of sending mail, but gently opened the window to let the little guy in. “Thank you!” Taking the letter, you repaid the owl with a treat and closed the window. Eagerly, you opened the letter and smiled as you read the familiar handwriting. 

Dear Y/N,

I wanted to let you know that tomorrow I will be taking you to Diagon Alley to help you purchase your very own wand. Meet me at our usual spot at ten o’clock in the morning. No need to bring money. I have it all covered.

Newt

Your heart began to race rapidly inside your chest as you held tight to the letter. Your very own wand!? Thinking about Newt’s wand, you wondered if all wands were the same or how you chose one. Setting the note down, you picked up a pen on your desk and playfully pointed it around the room. How would you hold your very own wand? Looking in your mirror, you held your pen at different angles and envisioned yourself with your soon to be wand. 

Flopping on to your bed, you smiled as you looked up at the ceiling. You could hardly wait to finally have a wand of your own. Not to mention go to Diagon Alley! Newt had spoke of it before and when you asked, he explained it to be a place where Witches and Wizard would buy things they needed. Such as books, cauldrons, brooms, robes and their pets. Rolling over on to your side, you started wondering how the other witches and wizards would look. Did they wear peculiar clothing? Pointed hats? Chuckling to yourself, you turned your bedside lamp off and closed your eyes. Tomorrow was going to be an exciting day.

Skipping own the road, you quickly crossed the street to meet Newt in the park by the tree where you first meet. He smiled as he saw you approaching and held out his arm.

“Are you ready?” He asked, smiling at you. Smiling back, trying to contain all your excitement, you linked your arm in his, nodded and replied, “Yes!” Newt led you down the street until you came to a pub named The Leaky Cauldron. Leading you inside, Newt brushed past tables of people enjoying some drinks and looking up at you two with curious eyes. Stopping in front of a brick wall, Newt tapped a brick and stepped back. Your eyes widened in amazement as the bricks began to shift and create an opening to reveal a street buzzing with witches and wizards. Turning back to you, Newt held out his hand, which you took, and began walking out in to the street.

Your senses became overwhelmed as you took in the sights and the smells. To your left, there was a store named Quality Quittich Supplies. Confused to what on earth Quittich could be, you then noticed another building named Flourish and Blotts. This one seemed more obvious to you, seeing the books inside the window. 

“Here we go…” Newt approached the shop with the sign Ollivanders on it. Opening the creaky door, you followed him inside where you entered a room filled from floor to ceiling with long boxes. 

“Whoa…” 

“Hello?” A voice came from the back and a small old man appeared. “What can I do for you?”

“We are here to acquire a wand.” Newt smiled as he looked over to you.

“Ahh!” The man smiled and rushed over to you. “Let’s see….” He began rummaging through the boxes until he finally pulled one out. Opening it, he pulled out a wand and handed it to you. You hesitated at first, but gently took it from his hand. “Give it a try” he encouraged.

Confused as to what to do, Newt motioned for you to gently flick it. Pointing it at the desk, you flicked it and a nearby ink bottle exploded. Jumping back, the man took the wand, placed it in the box and began rummaging for another. “Here. How about this one.” Again, you took the wand, pointed it, flicked it and a pile of parchment flew in to the air, shredding itself and scattering everywhere. 

Your heart began to sink as you began to think maybe something was wrong with you. Why weren’t any of these wands working? 

“This here!” The man, once again, handed you a wand and you took it. Taking a deep breath, you raised your arm, pointed, flicked it and suddenly, it felt as though the wand connected with you. You couldn’t quite explain it, but it was amazing. “Dogwood with a dragon heartstring core!” The man smiled as he led you to the desk. Newt thanked him and he handed over some coins you had never seen before. 

Walking out of the shop, Newt looked at you and watched as you admired your newly acquired wand. The handle of it had a delicate engraving of roses and leaves. “It’s beautiful” you breathed. “Thank you so much, Newt….” Hugging him, you felt him wrap you in his arms and hug you bag tightly. “You’re welcome, Y/N.” Pulling away, his eyes met yours and for a moment, you two lingered there. It wasn’t until a few kids ran by, hitting you and slightly pushing you over, that you broke away from each other’s gaze. 

“You okay!?” Laughing, Newt held you and helped you regain your balance. Laughing, you assured him you were fine and he smiled. “How would you like to explore some more?” 

“I’d love to!” 

Taking your hand again, Newt began leading you through the street, ready to show you the world you belonged to.

♦ I REALLY enjoyed writing this. Let me know if you guys want me to continue! I totally would. This is so much fun!!