#wasabi mommy writes

[wasabi-mommy]

Hi can I please ask for Itachi sfw nsfw? Thank you so much ❤️

Of course! What a soft lover he is. So I can't see any positive ending with if you were part of the clan, so let's make this when he's in the Akatsuki.

SFW

Itachi moves around a lot due to his being with the Akatuski, he had spotted you on a age he was scoping out for the criminal organization.

Your eyes met from across the street

Something inside him, swayed. So much so he brought his jand to his chest in almost disbelief(?)

Kisame nudged him and asked if he was okay. All Itachi could do was contemplate you and only you.

The strong urge to introduce himself Eventually overwhelmed him and he left Kisame at their camp site to "have a look around"

Specifically for you.

He found you at a bakery and softly offered to pay for your pastry

Eventually you fell for his almost sensual smooth and cunning personality.

Kisame found out about it and taunted Itachi for weeks. Itachi didn't care, he found a deep fondness.

On missions were he was in close call situations, he found himself thinking of you. Of the future and one day having a chance to be at peace with you by his side. He forgot about his duties, even about Sasuke and regretted not meeting you sooner.

When he made it out alive, he took time to find out what to say. It took days.

You saw him not so long after. You ended up with him in you apartment.

"Y/n, I find myself thinking of you and a life.. with you"

You were taken aback, and he gently cupped the side of your face and kissed you.

He agreed to try to stop by, he does. Ot want you traveling with the Akatuski.

He cherishes you.

Picnics and sunsets wine are perfect dates for the two of you.

He listens!! He loves you and listens to everything you tell him, he finds it amusing to catch up with your personal life.

PDA isn't really overwhelming he will hold your hand. Or embrace you in the corner of the market square- he does kiss you after he's been away.

Itachi is reluctant about telling you about his past and the Uchiha massacre...he is afraid you will see him as a monster. Not only that..he knows about his disease as well.

You accept him..after hours of him explaining, retelling what you said was a icing nightmare"

He trusts you with his life

Leavea you smalls gifts with little notes, or references to inside jokes made between the two of you.

He is an amazing cook. He loves to cook new things for you from scratch, you are always so thankful and impression by what ever he whips up.

If anyone tries to harm you or target you Itachi will be sure to protect you at any cost.

"I love you y/n"

Que the kissing. After hell look into your eyes with his Sharingan activated. He wants to remember you reactions.

Before he leaves to fight Sasuke (depending on if he told you.. )he would treat you like a queen and almost cling to you.

NSFW

Since he cherishes you so much, I sense he has a Few unspoken kinks, I mean this guy underneath is passionate.

First is body worship, since you've caught this man's heart, his eyes don't stray, leaving him thirsty for you body when he's around you.

Sex is meaningful, he fucks you because he loves you.

He will prop you rear end and spread you legs wide leaving your wetness and tight hole exposed.

Thats when he fucks your deep while switching holes if you let him..

And second is the infamous Uchiha breeding kink.

He wants to drill you and fill you with his hot warm cum, he won't say it to you but he thinks about un loaded over and over and over under your tightness is dripping his warm white seed.

Until then he will cum on your ass, sometimes or ask you to deep throat his cock.

8.5 hard

Lean cock thick girth and WAYS SHAVEN. (Its an anbu thing)

During sex you can hear him call you "love or princess"

The last time the two of you will see eachother, he shyly ask if he could cum inside you, maybe he can leave you with a little piece of himself (Uchiha breeding kink)

Totally has Sharingan activated during your intimate moments.

10/10

Lol I accidentally posted this last night, so I just edited it!

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

Dad! Chris masterlist part 2

Dad! chris Masterlist one

Series

Goldfish

Love connection

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Imagine your son thinking you're beautiful and he doesn't want Chris to see

Sugar party

Imagine Chris find out his three year old has a boyfriend

Cuddles

Disneyland

FaceTime

Going on a road trip with Chris and kiddos

Pool day

Imagine Chris feeling like he failed as a father

Big hands

Imagine Chris coming home from a long time away and his twin babies are excited

Not food

Imagine Chris and your son telling paparazzi no pictures while out shopping

Walking

Imagine Chris finding his bub wearing his sweater and hat

Imagine your son asking Chris about the birds and the bees

Target

Double trouble Maker

Twins

Surprise

Imagine Chris explaining to you why you need to have more kid

Fort

Teenagers

Imagine you and Chris holding another baby and your baby doesn't like that

Slobbery kisses

Giraffe slippers

Softy

Who are you?

Long hair lover

Piglet

Pink ribbon

Imagine Chris play wrestling his bub

Morning with the Evans

Mommy isn't hot she's warm

Angry at you

Pantry bandit

Chris with pregnant reader would include

Imagine your son regret eating wasabi

No kissing

Another princess

Baby swimming lessons

Like father, like son

I'm the princess now

Big brother

Mommy real name is what

Neighbors little helper - single dad Chris

Not a fan

MWAH

Beautiful family of 3

Drysdale twins

Spoogatii night

Discomfort

Imagine your kids calling chris by his first name

Braids

Jumping logic

A little milk drunk. A little cuddles

Cheerio sneaker

Baby stitch

Accidental

Mama and baby

Oh Christmas tree- step dad Chris

Winter power outage

Farm life

A precious smile

Tummy ache

Okay it's official, I write to much dad Chris

[shoutosteakettle]

date me • dabi

⤷ genre: fluff

⤷ ask: Headcannon about how dabi feels about confessing his love to the civilian girl he's been talking to????? (I think its so cute when a villan falls for someone whose quirkless) - @wasabi-mommy​

⤷ a/n: i got a little carried away... and i’m really bad at writing soft dabi okay. please don’t drag me for it,, also i kinda forgot to make her quirkless, but it’s not implied that she has a quirk if you know what i mean

⤳ dabi is a real confident guy

⤳ but he’s never been good with emotions

⤳ or you know, dealing with people in general when it came to anything other than showing out

⤳ so when he met you, someone he thought he could trust, someone who made him feel things he hadn’t felt since he fell for that one girl in grade school, someone he could see a future with

⤳ he knew he had to do something before you slipped through his fingers like every other good thing in his life

☆彡

You didn’t hear his first knock on your apartment door or his second, but you did hear his third. You climbed out of your bed, shivering as the cold air from your open window blew against your exposed legs. You pulled down the oversized black tee you were wearing, chuckling to yourself about the way the blue ball of fire in the middle glowed in the dark.

Sleepily you made your way through your small apartment, tripping over nightstands and coffee tables. When you finally made it your front door you took a look through the peephole. When your eyes unintentionally met his blue ones through the thick glass, you felt every ounce of tiredness you were feeling leave your body.

You fiddled with the chains on your door before moving on to turning the lock and pulling it open. It had been a couple of weeks since you last saw Dabi, and as angry as you were at him for ghosting you, you’re beyond ecstatic to see he’s okay. You know what he did with his free time, so the worry that one day you would turn on the news to see him arrested, or worse, dead, was something that sat in the front of your brain bothering you all day long.

You watched his long legs take one step after another, walking into your living room without invitation. From the look in his chaotic eyes, you could tell he had something on his mind. Closing the door, he had left open; you guided him towards your couch. When you were sat down next to him, you had finally gotten a good look at him for the first time in god knows how long. His hair was damp from the light rain outside, and the bags under his eyes were heavier than normal, and that’s really saying something.

“Dabi,” you cooed, bringing your hand up to hold the left side of his face. You let it sit there, using your thumb to rub the old scars that purpled the skin under his eyes. It took you a minute to realize what you were doing, but as soon as you did, you went to pull your hand away, only for Dabi to place his on top of your much smaller one, stopping you dead in your act. And two of you just sat there, basking in the blissful silence of the moment.

You hadn’t noticed that the rain had picked up outside, but the thunder roaring through the city was enough to snap you and Dabi from the trance you were trapped in. As quickly he placed your hand on his face, he snatched it away. You watched him stand up from his seat and begin to pace back and forth in front of you. You could tell he wanted to say something, it was on the tip of his tongue, but he seemed so… anxious. In your best attempt to calm him down, you stood up and walked towards him, waiting for him to turn around so you could take his hands in yours. Just the feeling of your soft skin against his calloused palms was more than enough to encourage him to spit out the words he had wanted to for so long, “Date me. I mean, I want you to date me. Whenever I’m around you… life seems more bearable. We don’t even have to be in a relationship; I just need you by my side.”

In the moments that it took you to process what he had said, Dabi was already overanalyzing every syllable that he had spoken. When he saw your lips twitch, an indication you were finally about to say something in response to him, he braced himself for the sting of rejection, but instead, his lips were met with yours. In that kiss, you told him everything he wanted, no, needed to hear. 

You loved him through and through, just as much as he loved you. And there wasn’t a thing in the world that could change that.

[hypnotixstorm]

Request: Hello!I don't know if you received my request that I sent earlier. My network is a bit slow. If you did I am sorry for sending it again. If you didn't , can you please write a scenario in which the reader confesses her feelings to itachi and to her surprise he accepts.. Also the reader feels insecure that he probably likes Izumi. Also the reader is Sasuke's age and is good friends with him. Make the reader 18 or something in the scenario I guess. Sorry if I am too demanding hehe. Thanks anyway <3 - @narubae13

So, since Sasuke is canonically 15-17 in Shippuden, I’m gonna say both him and the reader are 17 because a) it’s fanfiction, b) it’s only a 4 year age gap and c) it’s within the legal age of consent. I’m also making this Non-Massacre AU. Hope you like it doll! Sorry if it’s a bit short 😅

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* better than according to plan *･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You had been close to the Uchiha brothers since the three of you were young. You and Sasuke first met at the academy and the rest, as they say, was history. Once you and Sasuke had become good friends, you would regularly spend time with him while at his house. That’s where you met his older brother, Itachi. Sasuke always spoke so highly of him and you understood why when you met him. He really was amazing.

As the three of you grew up together, you quickly realized that your adoration for Itachi was actually infatuation. The moment you recognized the feelings, you felt you heart drop deep into the pits of your stomach. There was nothing you wanted to do more than to confess to him, but you didn’t. You kept these romantic feelings inside until you felt like you couldn’t take it anymore.

Now, you were seventeen, and the way you felt never wavered. Over the past two years, you had done your best to convey your feelings, without actually saying anything. But Itachi never said anything to you. In fact, you were quite worried him and Izumi would begin dating. It upset you and there was no getting around that fact. Sure, you wanted him to be happy, but you wanted him to be happy with you.

You finally made up your mind. You were going to confess; today. Even if he rejected you, even if he loved Izumi instead, this was something you couldn’t keep to yourself any longer. Sure, Sasuke knew and had even encouraged you, much to your surprise, but you were still riddled with doubt. When you first confided in him, he said something along the lines of “Tch, he obviously likes you, just tell him. You’re being ridiculous.”

Today was the first time you had taken him seriously. As you walked through the village, deep in thought, you ran into the exact person on your mind. You head snapped up as you rapidly blinked, shaking yourself from your daze. Poised and ready to profusely apologize, you let out a sigh of relief at the elder Uchiha in front of you.

“(Y/n)? Are you alright?”

Your cheeks immediately heated up. “I-Itachi! I uh, I’m fine!”

He quirked a brow as he eyed you inquisitively. “Are you sure? You seem a bit flustered.”

“Actually,” you sighed “I need to talk to you, if you have a moment...”

His eyes softened as you trailed off. “Of course.”

Heat seared through your cheeks once more as he took your hand in his own. He began to lead you through the village, back to the Uchiha clan’s estate. The two of you ended up at his favorite spot, a small cluster of trees with a nook of gnarled tree branches. Helping you up, the two of you sat there as wisps of wind danced around you.

“So, you wanted to talk?” He finally spoke up after several minutes of silence.

It was now or never.

“Itachi, I-” You cut yourself off, taking a deep breath and turning to him. “I’m in... I mean, I-I’m in love with you.”

The whole time you stumbled over yourself, he sat there smiling. And, as you finally finished, he began to chuckle. Your head whipped up, staring at him wide-eyed and slack-jawed. The familiar sting of tears burned behind your eyes. Before you could say anything further, or even run away for that matter, he pulled you into a hug.

“I was wondering when you would finally tell me.” He chuckled once more, kissing the top of your head.

“B-but,” you sputtered “you and Izumi...?”

Itachi pulled back, his eyes darting over your face and taking in your appearance before greeting your own once more. “We’re good friends, yes, but that’s all.”

“So, does that me-”

His lips locking onto yours interrupted you and your train of thought. Your mind went blank as his head tilted, deepening the kiss ever-so-slightly. Following suit, you feverishly responded, cupping both his cheeks between your hands. His much larger hands found your hips, pulling you close until you were in his lap. It didn’t take much longer for the two of you to pull away, soft puffs of air escaping past your lips.

“Does that answer your question?” He smirked.

You nodded sheepishly, burying your face in the crook of his neck to hide your burning cheeks. His chest rumbled with soft laughter, only causing the heat to intensify. Before you could wallow in your embarrassment much longer, Itachi, once again, broke the silence.

“You know, you really should listen to my younger brother sometimes. He may still be a bit naive, but he does know me.”

Your head jerked back. “You mean-”

“Yes, I heard the two of you talking about me. Besides, you really think he wouldn’t tell his own brother?”

Groaning, you face-palmed. “I swear to god, I’ll kill him...”

He hummed, pulling you back to his chest as his eyelids fluttered shut. “Maybe later...”

With a soft smile, you snuggled back into his chest.

“Yeah... later sounds good...”

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Goblin Brain Study Session Fic 1 [Day 36]

Because I don’t want to just have walls of text for my Goblin Brain Study Session posts, I’m separating them by days. If you want to read the previous chapters, click the links below. Chapter 14 is under the cut.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

See this post for more details and feel free to send me asks to keep me going! It’s been a lot of fun so far! I will reblog this post with the story as I write them today. Also, if you’re interesting, don’t forget that I am constantly updating the timeline as I write. :)

“You two doing okay back there?” Roman asked, glancing into the rearview window at them as he exited the interstate onto highway 236.

“We’re perfectly fine,” Janus replied evenly.

“Ow ow ow ow ow! You’re crushing me!” Remus complained. Janus was currently sitting on his chest, pinning him to the back seat.

“You should probably put your seatbelt on,” Roman advised.

“You’re probably right,” Janus agreed.

“No! Get off!” Remus said. “Or I’m going to scream!”

“Oh, because you don’t scream randomly when someone isn’t sitting on top of you?” Janus shot back. Roman officially liked Janus; he’d just decided. “Give me that!” Janus said, and a moment later, Remus’s phone was thrown into the passenger seat.

Remus whined and Roman glanced back at them once again, amused. That is when he caught sight of a car behind them. He glanced at his speedometer and then back at the car. Roman was currently going a little over 90mph, having slowed down a bit now that they were off the interstate. Yet, the car was gaining on them.

“Hey,” Roman said. “Wh-,” and that’s when a bullet came through the back window right past Janus’s head. “Holy fuck!” Roman screamed, swerving a bit before getting the car back under control. Remus grabbed Janus by the front of his shirt and pulled him down as more bullets rained on them courtesy of the car Roman had spotted. The glass from his car’s back window shattered over the two of them.

Roman pressed his foot down harder on the accelerator and started purposefully swerving to throw off their shots as Remus shoved Janus down onto the floor so he could lunge into the front seat. He grabbed the gun Roman stored in his glove box and loaded it with practiced ease.

“My bag,” Janus requested, and Remus threw the asked for object over his shoulder before rolling down the window.

“Methinks mommy dearest’s people may have found us,” Remus commented.

“What was your first clue?” Janus asked, digging through his bag, assumedly for his own gun. Remus stuck his gun out of the window and popped off a shot at the car behind them.

“You weren’t kidding about your mom trying to kill you, huh?” Roman asked.

“I betrayed her,” Janus said blankly. “It isn’t a surprise.”

“Shitty mom,” Roman commented.

Janus didn’t say anything, just finished loading his own gun and moved to roll down a different window. He shot off three shots in quick succession as Remus reloaded his own weapon before ducking down again as more bullets fired towards them.

Gee. Roman thought about Dad sending agents after him with a shoot first, ask questions later order. It was unfathomable to him. Dad’s policy was to attempt to not kill whenever possible even if someone was an enemy, let alone Roman. Yet, Janus was not even closed to surprised that his own mother’s men were clearly shooting to kill. There was no question as to what their orders were. They weren’t aiming for the wheels or trying to cut them off. They were gunning straight for the people in the car, particularly Roman at the moment because he was driving.

Roman scrunched down in his seat as much as possible. He glanced back at the car and saw that it had moved to the other lane. “Oh, no you don’t,” Roman grumbled as Janus and Remus continued to fire. He jerked the steering wheel to cut them off from trying to get along side them and pushed down even harder on the accelerator.

Janus finished emptying his clip and went to reload. “There are grenades in my bag!” Remus told him.

“Why do you have grenades in your bag?!” Roman asked.

“For when I’m in a high-speed chase with people shooting at me!” he yelled back.

Janus found the grenades in the bag. “One of these days you’re going to pull a grenade out of your ass and I’m not going to be surprised,” he said to Remus.

“Huh, you know, that’s not a bad idea,” Remus said cheerfully.

“If you even try it, I will tell dad on you so fast!” Roman threatened. He again spun the steering wheel to cut off the car behind them.

“You’re no fun, Ro!” Remus claimed, crouching down again to reload once more.

“And I’ll tell Uncle Patton,” Roman threatened. He had to speed up even more to cut them off as the car behind them tried to pass them in the left lane again.

“No, it’ll be like the wasabi lecture of ‘07!”

“Could the two of you give it a rest for five seconds?!” Janus asked.

“Nope!” Remus answered as he went back to shooting. “Might want to get those grenades going Jan!”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it,” Janus replied. He pulled the pin on one and went to toss it. Unfortunately, just as he was throwing it, a car popped up over a hill that Roman hadn’t seen coming directly towards them.

Roman yelped and turned the wheel so fast that his arms crossed over each other. Janus made a startled noise as he was half thrown out the window and Remus squeaked as he ended up flat on his back against the center console. A rouge bullet form Remus’s gun hit the top of Roman’s car as the grenade got throw far off course into a ditch.

Janus cursed loudly, shoving himself back into the car on his back. The car behind them also managed to make it into the right lane before it careened into the car Roman had just avoided. He saw the brake lights of the vehicle he’d passed turn on as Remus groaned and shoved himself back up, grabbing the gun from where he’d dropped it. Roman figured he was okay when he went straight back to shooting out of the window.

“Are you okay, Jan?” Roman asked when the man stayed laying on the backseat.

“May have broken a rib on that one,” he said. Yet, after a moment, he still managed to struggle back into a seating position once more.

Well, Roman had to give him props for that one, but they’d be checking him out the next moment they weren’t being chased by people shooting. Roman glanced back in the review mirror at said car and… had the car Roman had almost hit turned around and also joined the chase. Fantastic. Roman sped up once again as Janus grabbed Remus’s bag again. Another bullet shot through the shattered back window straight past Roman’s head and embedded itself in the windshield. Roman flinched and was almost distracted enough that he didn’t notice the yellow sign warning of a curve up ahead and a suggested speed limit of 35mph.

“Uh, oh,” Roman said. “Stop shooting and brace yourselves!” He saw both Remus and Janus scramble to obey and slammed on the breaks. The steering wheel wobbled, but Roman was able to just barely keep enough control to not spin out. He tried to turn the wheel, but when he saw the curve, he knew immediately that he would not be able to pull that one off. He winced and continued to try to slow them down. They smacked into a delineator marking the curve, likely tearing it out of the ground and rolled a bit down a hill towards some sort of pond or maybe a lake. They stopped right before they hit the water and Roman had a split second to be relieved before his torso was thrown forward as the car that had been chasing them crashed into them and sent them straight into the body of water in front of them.

[kikyozoldyck]

mar! do u have any blog recs rn 🧐

elle sweet girl!! idk if u meant writing blogs or just blogs that i enjoy so i'll give u both

writing blogs:

@theshinobiway (literally my favorite blog on tumblr !!! the team gai content is just,,,chefs kiss!! also all their metas are so well researched lmao and i always get lost in rabbit holes while reading their sources)

@kunoichihatake (also has chefs kiss content !! and is so fucking nice oh my god. also nina has milf energy without being a mom it’s wonderful)

@elysianseraph (BABY GIRL !! LOVE ARI AND HER CONTENT !!! she’s on a break but she’ll see this in two weeks when she comes back love u queen)

@jaylur (truly the patron saint of naruto wlw. *blows a kiss to the heavens* that’s for u jay)

@beefcakekabutoonlaptop (her content is great. her pornstar headcanons are tres magnifique !! she’s hilarious and also we’re married so)

@alysplxnet (love her content !! and i love her !! smweet baby !!!!)

@sasukelore (another sweet baby with sweet baby content love her)

@allthingskakashi (also has chefs kiss content. love their work !! side note: tumblr ALWAYS makes me unfollow them which i think is homophobic)

@bitchiha (lizzie is great!! her yamato fic is the best thing i’ve seen all year!!!!)

@excitedlysuffering (very good content !! also very good friend !! love her)

@gothshisui (i’m lowkey jealous of their talent ?? i was reading their fics last night and omg i was licherally shook the talent is immeasurable)

@wasabi-mommy (november has great content and i love her but also she was my first naruto friend so you know kisses for you baby)

blogs that i enjoy:

@youtubequeens (rita is my lightsource on this hellsite. i hate it here truly but rita is like “hi baby” and i’m like maybe it’s not that bad she’s also the only valid shino fucker ever so mwah)

@bootlickerkakashi (laila is so fucking funny oh my god. the other night i was high as fuck and i just sat on my bed looking at this post for like 15 minutes in actual TEARS)

@fordarkmornings (one of my fave blogs ever !! i love fine art wlws!!!)

@yogurthdecoco (SUCH CUTE ART !!! THEIR HASHIRAMA DRAWING IS SSO FUCKING good)

@sadwentz (ari is a writing blog yes and their content is immaculate but also they’re another beacon of light in this terrible site and i mostly recommend them as a friend)

i’m sure there are more but i just smoked a bowl so i forgot sjsbnwksjsnw

[ikesengoficss]

hey!! can I pls request Mitsuhide, Mitsunari (the mitsu’s Lol) Ieyasu, and Yoshimoto talking to their newborn child? Like, about anything. Just some nice fluff ;)

Awww!!!! Yes! I’ve been waiting for the perfect time to write this, when I’m feeling all fluffy! And today, I most certainly am! I hope you enjoy,

Please leave me your feedback!

Mitsuhide, Mitsunari, Ieyasu and Yoshimoto talking to their newborn

Ieyasu Tokugawa 

Nimble fingers gently caress, just barely touching, the plump cheeks of his newborn son. Ieyasu cannot tear his eyes away from him; the product of your love.

Sudden rain drops can be heard against the roof, and as it intensifies, the little boys face scrunches up before he begins to cry. oh god, oh god, Ieyasu is panicking

“Shh, no, no, don’t cry,” he whispers. He lifts the baby, holding him against his shoulder, rubbing his back, swaying back and forth.

“Hey, I don’t like rain either,” he says. No, he doesn’t like it at all, he can understand his child completely. “It’s very noisy, isn’t it?”

There is sudden, frantic running down the hall— the sound of galloping. The babies cries stop when Wasabi comes barreling into the room, also having been alarmed by the sudden rain.

The baby claps his hand at the little fawn, reaching towards him. Ieyasu smiles, gladly bringing his son to his dear no pun intended animal friend.

“Careful strokes,” Ieyasu begins, helping his son to stroke Wasabi. Wasabi is very patient with the child, considering the baby has no real coordination or sense of gentleness yet.

But with Ieyasu’s guidance, he slowly gets it. “There you go, son. His fur is soft, isn’t it? I think so too.”

Ieyasu loves to talk about animals with his baby. Ieyasu will never admit it, but he adores animals, and he hopes his son will too. “There are so many other animals out there too, son, that I’m going to introduce you to.” He ponders on all his acquaintances friends and their animals. “Masamune has a tiger… kinda dangerous, but I know you’ll like it.

“Hideyoshi got a monkey that’s kinda cute. Mitsuhide has a nice enough fox… That… that airhead has a cat you’ll have fun with. More fun than playing with than his hair.”

Mitsuhide Akechi

A sudden cry from the little basket besides the futon pulled Azuchi’s most well known fox away from his work. Inside, cocooned in warm blankets, his daughter cried.

Little babies hands reached out from above, reaching into the air for anything to grasp onto. You were asleep besides the little newborn; Mitsuhide wanted you to stay asleep. You had done so much since the child was born, you’ve barely had a moments rest.

He gently lifts the baby from the basket, resting her against his chest, his large hand cupping the back of her head. “We don’t want to wake your mother now, do we,” he whispers to the child, bouncing her up and down as he brings her outside.

The wind is cool, and a new sensation to the newborn. The crying slowly begins to fade.

Mitsuhide chuckles. “Ah, you like that, my darling?”

The baby gurgles, and he can’t help but laugh. He also cannot help but press a little kiss to one of her chubby, pink cheeks.

He sits on the patio and rests his little girl on his knee, giving her a perfect view of the garden. “See this,” he starts. “This is all yours. When you grow big and tall, you will get to play in this everyday.”

The little girl grabs a hold of his thumb. “As a child, I wasn’t allowed to play… but you will.”

She cooed at her father, her head bobbing backwards. He grins down at the girl, his finger booping her nose lightly. “Words cannot explain how much I love you,” he is whispering as he bends forward to kiss her head. “Words can never express enough how precious you are to me. How I would do anything for you. I swear it.”

He stays outside with the girl for another hour or so, forgetting his work, letting you sleep. And for those hours who talked and talked to his child. About anything in this world.

Mitsunari Ishida

Mitsunari adores his little girl. He thought his life couldn’t get any brighter, but then he heard his little girls cries for the first time, and suddenly the brightest stars could no longer compared.

The little newborn lay on the soft futon, giggling as Mitsunari blew kisses into her stomach.

“Who loves you…? I love you!”

Once an avid reader, now he spends most of his free time, if he is not working, playing with the little girl. He’d do anything to hear her laugh, and see her gummy smile.

“I can’t wait to teach you to read,” he remarks, laying down on his side, gleaming down at his girl. “There is so much I want to teach you. So much I want to show you in the world.

“We are going to make this world such a wonderful place for you, just you wait, my little princess,” he promises, leaning down slightly to press a kiss to her stomach.

“But reading, it takes you to so many places! And I’m not talking about strategy books,” He shows a book to his child, though he knows they won’t understand, but he shows it nonetheless. “I’m talking about stories! There are so many that I can’t wait to share with you.”

He carefully lifts her from the ground and rests her on his knee, opening up a book. The baby looks at it with curiosity, slobbery hands reaching out to touch the pages. Mitsunari couldn’t care less if it gets the pages messy.

“Would you like me to read to you? I love this story, and I think you will too. Let us begin.” With that, Mitsunari begins to read to his girl, getting lost in another world, but instead of by himself, his daughter with him.

(Even Ieyasu has to admit Mitsunari and his baby are really cute)

Yoshimoto Imagawa 

His fingers dangled a safe distance away from his babies face. His little newborn boy reached up for his fingers, watching in awe as they danced above him.

Yoshimoto finally relented, letting his son catch hold of a finger. To no surprise, he thought, the child began to suckle on his finger. If he had teeth, he’d bite.

“My finger is not food, little one,” he laughs, removing his finger. The baby whimpers at the loss of his father's pinkie. “No need to cry,” Yoshimoto chuckles, “I’ll find you something better to suckle on.” like mommy

He hands his son a little toy Lord Shingen gave as a gift in regards to the boys birth. “You’ll be a right pain when you begin to teeth. Poor mommy,” he chuckles.

Children have always fascinated him. The way they think, they way they act, the way they play. He always saw having children as something that would be to only benefit his clan.

But then he met you, and being a father meant so much more, as you showed him just what the power of love can do. “Hey, don’t go eating my sleeve.” The child has dropped the toy, beginning to chew on his father's sleeve.

“Is it because you want your father's attention? That I can give you, dear one.”

Yoshimoto will always give his son his full attention, no matter the time of day. This child has done so much for him, with just being alive. It amazes him, what just a little child could do for him. “You think you’re special, don’t you,” he quips. “You are, to me.

“And You’re a cheeky boy. You’re cheeky like your mother.”

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From Enemies to Friends

CHAPTER TWO

Author’s Note : All of this is ENTIRELY NON-CANON. I’m still working on my writing skills. Thank You and Enjoy, hopefully.

It was late at the dark, gloomy night. Most residents are deep into their dream wonderland. Some are doing their shady businesses. Unfortunately for the hidden residents of Inkopolis, there were no rest for them.

Multiple alarms blasted out in the massive fortress located deep in the forest of Mount Nantai. Most of the people emerged from their slumber quickly and get dressed before waking up those who are a deep sleeper. After they geared up, they immediately rushed to the nearest kettle in order.

Nicholas, who had just walked through the gate door of the main entrance, heard the alarm and, with a little bit of hesitation, dropped everything he was holding as he rush straight to the emergency kettle at the corner of the front garden wall, where it was hidden by flower bushes. He changed into his other form and swam right into it.

As soon as he emerged from another kettle, the place around him reveals to be an underground base. Full with equipments, gadgets, computers and weapons. He rarely went here ever since he became a co-guardian for his young master but he knew, for a fact, that this place is now chaotic. 

Half of the night-shift people are typing away in their computers and tried to keep track on their task or rushing around, while another half of them seems to be missing, but it soon replaced by bunch of day-shift people fully suited up and lined up right in front of an old but fitted lady, who aged pretty well for a 130-years-old.

“Nicholas, just in time.” the old lady said in a firm authority, “Before we address the situation here, how’s my grandson?”

Fond murmurs were heard among the people before got silenced by the glare from the old lady. Nicholas sighed in bliss, “He’s fine, Mistress! He is still the pure boy who worried over small things.”

She nodded in acknowledgement, smiling a bit, before broadcast a image onto the huge projector screen in front of them. A crashed unidentified flying object. Half of the crowd gasped. “Isn’t that a failed prototype of Thunderstrike? Why is it here?!” Suzuki, another co-guardian of Erek, speaking her mind out in fear. 

“Minale, come here and report on what the Scout Squad D had discovered, please.” the old lady said with simple directness. A three feet being, equipped with a large propeller helmet, zoomed right behind the crowd. “As you can see from the picture,” she started her report while landed on the table with grace, “a failed prototype military aircraft, Thunderstrike, crashed outside the city, with a corpse of a Mini Zapfish that was used to operated the aircraft. Bless its soul.”

“The Scout Squad D previously assumed that it was just a public test run from the underground Oct-”

“Wait,” Nick rudely interrupted Minale’s report, “what do you mean by ‘previously’?”

“It is where I’m trying to get to the point, Mr Nicholas!” she scoffed, “If I may continue, they thought it was just a test run until a power outage happen. It only last for approximately five minutes before the power came back.”

“Ten minutes before we activate the emergency alarms...” Minale continued along with a stressful sigh, broadcast the picture of Inkopolis Tower, “...the Great Zapfish is gone.”

This statement alerted the uneasy crowd as they scanned the picture. Indeed, the Great Zapfish is missing from its tower. The Mistress clapped lightly to gain their attention back to her. She nodded to the Scout captain who zoomed back to her post, giving out commands as she spoke to the microphone that wirelessly connected to the Scout Squad D.

“So far, the conclusion of the report is that Thunderstrike is merely a distraction tool in order to steal the Great Zapfish. Even though we all know that we got more than enough Zapfishes to supply our power source and they have other resources to generate power,” the old lady halted her talk for a few seconds, “why would they want the Great Zapfish for? Any possible answer? Or someone knows exactly why he would need it?”

The absolute silence is eerie until Suzuki shakily raised her hands. The old lady arched her eyebrows before nodding to let her answer. “Twenty years ago, I... I participated the project before I escaped, Mistress Octivia. He’s building some... sort of heavy spherical aircraft with some built-in turntables and mixers... along with some Wasabi supplies...” she gulped, “...the module were estimated to use large amount of energy... but Alivia and Alivia Jr helped me sabotaged the process before aiding me to escape that hell hole!”

“Calm down, dearest.” a tall figure, wearing a set of laser sight goggles, patted her shoulders sympathetically as she cried uncontrollably.

“Go calm your wife, Hayato. I fill in the rest of the details to you two later.” The lady in charge pardoned them as they walked back to the kettle. “Unfortunately, even with their best efforts in sabotaging, the heavy aircraft was built. If he manage to tame the Great Zapfish to do his bidding, Inkopolis is doom to be destroyed.”

“And as Octarians ourselves, we know how Octavio operated behind his DJ set. If we let that happen, we would be back to the starting point! Are you ready to oppose against the hypnotisation once more, my fellow friends?!” she shouted in a fierce tone.

“YES, MISTRESS!”

~~~~~~~~~~

Erek woke up early in the morning, the sky was bright and the sunlight shone through the windows. Lazily, he stretch his body as he get up from his bed and walked out from his bedroom. The birds were chirping and enjoying the cool breeze when he opened up the slide door that leads to the balcony. The dew drops were falling from the leaves of various flowers he potted yesterday. The sun was rising up from the clouds as he water his flowers.

Just as he walked back to his bedroom to take some clothes for his fresh debut, there came a huge knocking and loud ringing on the main door. 

“Must be the neighbours... Cod, I forgot about introducing myself to them yesterday!” the boy mentally slapped himself, “Coming!”

He rushed to the door, not before he tied his tentacles to Topknot, and opened it to see three inklings standing there. One of them, the cyan ‘inkling’ girl, looks familiar but he couldn’t pinpoint on where he seen her before. The middle one of the group, a pink inkling girl, decided to talked.

“Hello there, rookie! The name’s Callie Mac N! Callie for short. On my left is one of my Roller buddies, Mike!”

Mike, an orange inkling boy, raise his Octoglasses and rest it in his forehead, “Hello~!”

“On my right is our little floof of our humble crew, Jewel!”

The cyan girl smiled brightly, “Hewwo, I’m Jewel. Your neighbour at the corner over there! My mommy told me about your arrival yesterday. What’s your name?”

The three of them stared at him with excitement. Nervously, he scratched his head before replying, “Oh... uh... My name is Erek! Nice to meet you all! Want to come in? I’m about to change my clothes and start cooking breakfast.”

“Oh, great! Thanks, buddy. Don’t mind us crash-... WOAH!” As soon as they were welcomed into Erek’s home, they were met with the most freshest living room they ever seen. A bookcase full of the latest video games, a clearly expensive LED TV along with its loudspeakers, limited edition of Chirpy Chips poster with the members’ signature and, is that a freaking CoroCoro hoodie hanging on a coat rack that was supposed to be out in like, next year?

“Umm, guys? You have been standing here for a long time. I made some light breakfast so we could... uh... chat?” Erek, now donning the Starting Gears, was quite concerned about his new friends, who gawked at his living room quite a long time. “Is it weird? My living room?”

The trio snapped out of their daze. “What, no!” Callie exclaimed, “It’s just... woah! My daily earnings couldn’t even pay for this kind of luxuries! Let alone that hoodie! How did you managed to get that?! It was supposed to come out next year!”

“Next year? But I got it for my birthday three days ago. My friend, Kevin, who gave me that just said they have extras so... yeah!” Erek recalled a little. 

“Dude, you don’t actually mean Kevin, the famous trendsetter who just opened a company called Cuttlegear? That guy knows his stuff about fashion!” Mike gushed, “This Octoglasses? Automatically became my favourite headgear after he post some cool model pictures with them. And you know him?!”

“Yes? He works for my Grandmama and he take care of my wardrobe since I was young.”

“Wow! That is crazily fresh! Can I check your closet?”

“Mike, that is rud-”

“Sure, go straight and turn left, you should be able to reach my gear wardrobe.”

Mike cheered as he rushed to the location. Jewel facepalmed, “I’m sorry about my boyfriend.”

“It’s fine. I could give some gears away if he loved it so much. I was planning to buy my own clothes with empty slots anyway.”

“Wait, wha-”

“OH MY GOD! CALLIE! JEWEL! LOOK AT THIS! EREK HAVE SUPER FRESH CLOTHES! EVEN THE SLOTS ARE GOD TIER! I’M IN HEAVEN!”

~~~~~~~~~~

“Gramps, come on... pick up the cells already...” Marie is pacing around the studio. After her cell ended with the monotone message and a beep, she heavily huffed before looked helplessly at her cheerful cousin, which now have a frown on her face as she fiddling with her thumbs. “Nothing?”

“Nothing.” she plopped down to a sofa as Callie sat down nervously beside her. 

“It can’t be... he usually would answer us in a few rings. And now this happens!”

“It’s going to be alright, Cal. Once we finished our broadcast, we head straight down to Octo Valley to check up on him. He’s the strongest squid we have ever known.”

“I know, Marie. But, it’s Gramps we are talking about. Possibilities are limitless! What if his SquidCell is broken? What if he was kidnapped? What if-”

“Callie, calm down!” her cousin smacked her head slightly before caressing it gently. Callie pouted before surveying around the studio. The production team is a hectic mess. Bumping against each other frantically, papers are flying everywhere, the cameras are being thrown left and right.

“Squid Sisters? Five more minutes before we start the Inkopolis News!” a female show betta glided gracefully in front of the two cousins, pointing at her blue watch impatiently.

“Ms Betty!” the Squid Sisters immediately stand up and bow to her. “Sorry, me and Marie were-”

“I know,” Ms Betty halted the black inkling, “I’m not blaming you girls. This is probably the first time we have to broadcast this kind of news. If it weren’t for that Great Zapfish to go missing on us...”

“We understand, Ms Betty. We truly do.” Marie grimaced a bit before following behind their director. Once they arrived at the Inkopolis News Studio, they immediately went into position, just like they had been practised for the last few weeks.

“Don’t be nervous and follow the script. Add some colours into it like you are not reading whatever was written here, okay? That was what made this program famous for.” Ms Betty addressed, “We are ready in three, two...”

~~~~~~~~~~

“Man, you are a really good cook!” Callie complimented Erek as they finally arrived at the Plaza. Jewel nodded shyly, agreeing what she had said while Mike is burping loudly, “Yeah, you should totally teach me that recipe! I could cook for my babs and mother-in-law too!”

“Mike!” Jewel slapped his back softly. They laughed loudly at the interaction. Probably loud enough to cause four certain inklings to turn their heads to them. 

“Oh, you guys! Where have you been?!” a dark blue inkling boy with glasses asked. Callie shrugged it off when her new friend have a questioning look, “Those guys are the rest of my crew. From left to right, we got the ever so quiet Kitty,” she gestured excitedly to a lime green inkling girl who just waved before turning her focus back to her SquidPhone.

“Marcus, the ‘cool guy’ wannabe,” a purple inkling boy just flicked her some fingers before finishing his drink.

“Blitz, my roommate and another Roller Buddies,” the boy with the glasses offered to shake hands. Erek accepted it and shake politely.

“And Marlee! Our new member from last week!” a dark green inkling girl grinned at them.

Once introductions are done, Blitz pondered a bit, “I’m going to assumed you haven't watch the news, yes?”

“No. Why?” Mike asked back, “Are the news reporter some blacklisted musicians?”

“No,”

“Racist?” Jewel cautioned.

“No,”

“Famous enough to actually expect them to report Inkopolis News?” Callie guessed before squinting at the big window where the reporters would be sitting. “Well, yes! But it’s not the point right now! The content-”

“HOLY ZAPFISH, IS THAT THE SQUID SISTER?! I’M A BIG FAN! HEY CALLIE, WE HAVE THE SAME NAME!” Callie Mac shouted enthusiastically as she run up the walkway and squeezed her way through the crowd outside.

“Why do we elect her as the captain?” Marcus scoffed at her behaviour. “So crazy, that woman...”

“I’m a big fan as well... but not as hyper as Callie is.” Erek giggled. The crew laughed it off for a while. 

“So, back to the topic, what do we miss?” Mike questioned with a curious tone.

“You see, well,” Blitz looked at his clueless teammates, and a new friend, with a sense of guilt, “I don’t think we could participate this month Splatfest.”

The trio gasped. They were shocked, especially Erek. His first day of debut had clashed with a horrific news. The kind of news he didn’t expect to happen in the first place.

“Are you serious, mate?” Mike fretted, “We never ever have a Splatfest cancelled before! All they need is to postpone, like they did in that Pencil vs Pen Splatfest!”

“News Flash, brother.” the purple inkling roughly tilted his friend’s head up, the rest of them followed suit, “Our humble energy source had disappeared!”

~~~~~~~~~~

“Staaaay fresh!” was all she last heard before turning off the radio. Furrowing her eyebrows, Tres quietly packed her Splattershot Jr. Before she could even tiptoed towards the old, rotten door, she was hugged from the back. Usually, she would roundhouse that person who dared to risk their life to hug her but there are few exceptions, especially this little yellow figure behind her is her baby sister.

“Paula...” she turned around before kneeling down to hug her back, making the little inkling giggled silently. Tres smiled softly, “Go back to big brother, would you? Breakfast’s ready.”

“Annnd you are going to stay this time, Big Sis.” another yellow figure, slightly smaller than Tres, spoke sternly while pointing a pan to threaten her. Tres smirked a bit before running to the door. She was succeeding before her face got stuck. A freaking clear tape prank. 

“Cielo... Zona...” she pulled the tape immediately before screaming in pain, “Again?”

“It’s ya fault that ya makin this easy for us, Big Sis.” two small orange figures appeared outside the door. They laughed heartily at her before shrieked as their eldest sister hugged them off the ground. It’s not long before the rest of the siblings decided to join their group hug.

They settled down after they finally convinced their eldest sibling to stay back and properly eat her breakfast. Although it’s been a while since they have breakfast together, Tres still wolfed down her share of food. Diego couldn’t stand this any longer as he hit her softly but still painful enough with the very same pan.

“Eat it slowly, Big Sis. It’s not like the Inkopolis Tower is going to run anywhere.”

“I know but the faster I earn some cash, the sooner we can get the surgery to be done.”

“Big Sis...” the small twin-tailed inkling mumbled before she quickly snatched back her small bits of bread from her twin brother. The eldest grinned at this sight before excusing herself from the table. She pecked each one of them before heading out.

“Be careful not to overwork yourself, Big Sis!” Diego shouted. Tres halted her movement before glancing back at the eldest brother of the house. “I can’t promise that.”

She sighed before whispering, “Not when our dad have his life on the line.”

[kimonobeat]

aiko bon “Profile interview” Chapter 1 (Part 3/3)

ーWould you say you were a pretty precocious child?

aiko: I think so. In kindergarten I’d kiss other kids in tunnels I made out of cardboard boxes. (laughs) Like, a boy would come from the other end of the box and I’d kiss him. I’d also paint my nails in secret with my mom’s nail polish, or put her lipstick on. One day I was shaving the hair off my legsーI was copying my momーand ended up covered in blood. I tried to hide it by getting the bathtub, but it didn’t really go as planned. That got covered in blood too. My mom caught me while I was toweling myself off and asked, “What happened!?” And I said, “Hm? Nothing.” (laughs)

ーBecause in your head, you were just playing a little game.

aiko: Exactly! But the games I played were games boys would play. Most of the little kids who lived in our apartment complex were boys. I never once had a Licca doll or a Barbie doll. I mostly played outside games: tag, hide-and-seek, kick the can, skateboarding, roller skating, soccer, baseball, softball, catching cicadas, catching sparrows, stuff like that. All the toys people bought me were squirt guns and other ‘boy’ toys. The one ‘girly’ thing I had was a Little Twin Stars moon set. When I was alone inside the house, I used to play this game called “Robot Q”. Or I’d play records on my record player, or read the “Karasu no Panya-san (The Crow’s Bakery)” picture books. I mostly played outside though. I always came home from kindergarten just before my dad was leaving for work, so sometimes he’d ask me if I wanted to go to the amusement park. If I said yes, he’d take me! Once summer came around, he’d take me to the beach and the mountains too.

ーDid you play any ‘girly’ games at all? Like playing ‘mommy’.

aiko: Nope. I played in the mud almost every single time it rained. You know, like making mud pies. I loooved how mushy mud felt in my hands. I never really ever wanted dress-up dolls or anything like that.

ーYou really were like a little boy.

aiko: I was, huh? I liked coloring too, though. You know those things they sell at Volks? The ones where all you have to do is just dot the color on, get it wet, and then you can paint with it? I used to do that a lot. I don’t really remember much about playing inside because I was always running around outside though… Oh, that reminds me! I used to play this game while listening to English songs on my record player where I tried to write down what I thought they were on saying on a piece of paper. I think that was when I was in elementary school? I’d listen to the song and write down the English words in katakana. I didn’t know how to write the ‘tu’ sound in Japanese when writing out the word ‘tomorrow’ though, [because there’s no ‘tu’ sound in Japanese]. I remember really fretting about it. “T… t… huh?” (laughs)

ーI’m sure you played a lot of pranks too, given how lively of a kid you were.

aiko: I did! Well, they were more like games than pranks, but oftentimes my parents ended up getting mad at me. For example, one time I was playing with a pachinko set my grandma bought me. My mom called me, and when I turned around she saw something shiny in my nose. She got so flustered. Turns out my whole nose was stuffed with pachinko balls! She went, “Oh my GOODNESS!” and took all the balls out of both sides of my nose, one at a time. Apparently when I fell asleep that night, I was making a strange sound and breathing really hard all night. She took one more look and saw that I had even MORE in my nose.

ーHow did she get them out?

aiko: We went to the hospital. It was a huuuge ordeal. I kept crying, “Chop (stop) it! Chop it, chop it!” so they couldn’t get them out. My dad told me that eventually he just said, “Give her to me!”, snatched the tweezers from the doctor’s hands, and took them out himself. I used to think that was why my nose is turned up like this. (laughs) My grandma went home during all this hubbub because she was upset. My dad had yelled at her about buying a little kid something like that. I wondered why I didn’t see her around, but that was because she’d gone home silently even though it wasn’t her fault at all. There were a couple of times when I tried to find out how long my nose would bleed too. It was summer break and I had a ton a free time, so I just decided to find out how long my nose would bleed if I let it. It trickled onto my desk and made a whole pool of blood. But then it didn’t stop bleeding even after a long time had passed, so I quit because I thought I was gonna die. Other than that… I ate too much liver once and had to take an ambulance to the hospital.

ーWhat happened!?

aiko: Nothing, I literally just ate too much. (laughs) I’ve loved liver ever since I was a little kid. I had some liver that my dad had chopped up. We were cutting each other’s pieces… my dad totally set me up for failure! I ate a WAY bigger portion than any little kid should’ve eaten and started having convulsions, so they called an ambulance. I remember them taking me to the hospital and crying, “Daaaddy, I don’t, I don’t wanna die!” (laughs)

ーYou were a pretty amazing kid. (laughs) What were your eating habits and favorite foods when you were little?

aiko: My parents were pretty strict about what I ate. They didn’t let me eat a whole lot of junk food. I got to have instant ramen every Saturday, but that was about it. At our house, the only kind of juice I got to drink were the ‘100% fruit’ kind, and the only snacks were like rice crackers and yogurt. Basically, we didn’t eat sweets that much at our house. We really didn’t have anything ‘just for kids’. Aside from them leaving the wasabi off of my sushi, I ate the same exact things as my parents. I got to have a lick of beer almost every day because of that. (laughs) I’d be like, “Gimme!” and I’d get to lick the foam off the top. My dad also brought me to a bunch of different places throughout my childhood so that I’d learn about all kinds of food. So like, I’m serious, I’ve been eating soft-shelled turtle since I was a little kid. They never gave me sweet curry just because I was a kid either. The curry my parents made was nice and spicy. That’s the reason why I like bar snacks so much now, I think. You know, like atarime, nuta, kinpira, ohitashi.

ーWas there anything in particular you really loved or hated?

aiko: I LOVED the omelettes my mom made for me. She put potatoes, onion and sweetened ground meat in them; I loved ‘em. And what I hated? My dad made me eat raw bell pepper he’d sliced into rings and covered with dried bonito flakes and soy sauce almost every night. He’d also make this super sour dish of cucumbers and seaweed in a mixture of vinegar, water and sesame oil. They were so horribly sour that I’d cry like a big baby every time I ate them. I wasn’t a huge fan of nattou or carrots either. And, since I wasn’t used to eating them, I’d feel so gross after eating potato chips because of all the oil. Yeah, you heard me. I was a little kid who couldn’t eat potato chips OR cake. They gave me heartburn. (laughs)

ーSo you didn’t have any cake at birthday parties either, or… ?

aiko: Nah. I’d blow the candles out, eat a little bit, and immediately feel awful. Everyone else would be eating cake while I was off to the side eating ochazuke. (laughs) I like rice and udon noodles quite a bit though. I also loved flour. One of my favorite things to do was make these thick okonomiyaki with just onion in it, almost like a crepe.

ーSounds like you were really big into Japanese food!

aiko: Yes I was. Ever since I was little, any time I went to my grandma’s house I’d just slurp up a bunch of nukazuke. Then, I’d eat dinner with pickled mustard leaves. I really loved umeboshi too. One time I ate 18 of them while watching “Toyama no Kin-san” on TV. (laughs)

ーWhen they said you could eat whatever you wanted, what did you ask for back then?

aiko: I’d say, “Volks”! (laughs) Volks was a reward for me because I’d always ask to go. I still like that place, especially their corn soup. Some Volks locations have a soup bar with consomme, minestrone, you name it. They’re more about soup more than they are their steaks to me.

ーDid you have anything problems eating school lunches?

aiko: The food they served at school was just eh. I was the type of kid who took so long to eat that I’d still be eating while everyone else was starting to clean the lunch room. I was always begging my friends to eat some of my food too. I’d say, “Wow, you eat so fast! I wish could be like you. You’re so awesome!! Mind eating this too?” to get them to eat my food. (laughs) Not only was I a slow eater, they also served a lot of food I hated since I didn’t really like kiddy food… Like, I hated cream stew. I’d never eaten spaghetti with meat sauce either because we only ate mentaiko spaghetti at my house. (laughs) Butter and margarine were too greasy for me and would give me heartburn, so I didn’t like that. Didn’t like milk much either. The thing I liked the most at school lunch was brown sugar bread, or stuff like tangerine jelly cups. I liked their yakisoba a lot too.

ーSo basically, you hated over half of it.

aiko: Yeah, I guess so. But when I was in elementary school, you had to stand up in front of the class and say why you didn’t finish your food at lunchtime. I mean, the real reason I didn’t finish it was because I hated it. (laughs) I’d just lie and say something like, “My stomach hurts, so I left behind one piece of bread.” That was a pretty cruel thing to do, now that I think about it.

ーWas that the only sweet thing you liked? Anything else?

aiko: Ohhh, I used to love eating the warabimochi seller that came every day in the summertime. He’d come singing this song that went “Warabiiimochi, warabiiimochiii, so coooool and refreshiiing, how about some warabimochiii?” His warabimochi melted on your tongue so fast it was almost like water. He also put a TON of kinako on it. I used to love that so much. I still like warabimochi and abekawa mochi to this day.

ーSounds like you did a lot of lessons as a kid too?

aiko: Yes I did, because I told them I wanted to do every lesson that caught my eye. Swimming, piano, English, abacus, calligraphy, and… Kumon, I think? That way I had something to do just about every day. I’m fine at starting things, but then it was hard to find a time to quit, and then my parents wouldn’t let me quit either. Not that I was going to a foreign university or anything, but it was kinda like that: easy to get in, hard to graduate from. (laughs) I did all those lessons my entire childhood because of that.

ーThese were all things you’d said you wanted to do, right?

aiko: The only one my dad made me do was swimming lessons. One of my dad’s friend’s kids drowned at the beach and went into cardiac arrest. They managed to revive him with CPR, but he made me go because he was worried about my safety if I didn’t know how to swim. At first I was so scared of the water that I’d throw a big crying fitー“NO! I DON’T WANT TO!”ーand cry next to the pool. After the third time, I swam so much I’d even cut in line waiting for my turn to swim again. I’d swim around saying, “Mom, look at me!” (laughs) I said I wanted to do all the other lessons besides swimming but would always focus too hard on the way I looked doing it instead of the fundamentals. Like sitting up straight while doing calligraphy. (laughs) I asked to do Kumon too, but I had a ton of homework almost as soon as I started. I really wasn’t sure if I could do it all, but I didn’t want them to get mad at me for quitting, so I just put up with it and kept going anyway.

ーDid you want to do piano lessons too?

aiko: I did. At first, anyway. (laughs) I started when I was 3 years old, and my hands were so tiny that I couldn’t actually play the piano. We just used paper cards instead. Like, the piano teacher would ask me, “What is this one?” and I’d say, “A ‘ti’ in treble clef.” And then they’d ask, “How about this one?” and I’d say, “A ‘mi’ in bass clef.” Just practicing how to read music. I liked when I was eventually to play the piano itself. By early elementary school I’d already learned a lot and was pretty sick of it. My teacher did one-on-one lessons with two Yamaha pianos facing each other. Sounds like a lot of pressure, right? So I’d say my ‘I wanna quit’ feeling was at its peak in first grade. It was like Pavlov’s dogs almost: I got sleepy every time I even touched the piano. (laughs). I was like, falling asleep, drooling on the keyboard while practicing.

ーDid your parents get mad at you whenever you did that?

aiko: Ohhh yeah, they’d really rip into me. If my mom heard the piano go silent while she was in the kitchen doing dishes, I’d hear her stop washing dishes and yell, “AIKOOO!” She’d go back to cleaning when she heard me start playing again. After a little while I’d stop playing and fall asleep… Then she’d come into the piano room and say, “Aiko?” And of course I’d get in trouble. (laughs) I did piano lessons up until I was in 4th grade. I think I got up to doing “Sonachine”. I don’t remember any of it though.

ーDid you hate doing piano recitals at all?

aiko: Maybe. I don’t think I liked doing them much. I’m pretty sure I’d walk on stage to where the piano was, but then I’d skip off the stage when I was done. Like, “Phew, I’m done!” (laughs) I remember everyone laughing at me for skipping back to my seat.

ーYou weren’t really interested in getting attention as a kid, but you didn’t mind getting it, did you? (laughs)

aiko: I think so? I did English lessons up until I was in early elementary school too, but the older kids would always pick on me. They’d ambush me on my way to and from lessons to pick on me. According to my dad, I was real down in the dumps because of it. So he told me to fight back. “If you get in a fight, and something happens to you,” he said, “I’ll take your side.” He said my mood did a total 180 after he told me that. (laughs)

ーWere you the kind of kid who’d get into fights with boys?

aiko: Yeah, all the time. I even practiced how to punch correctly with my dad. Early in elementary school I wanted to try it out in real life just once. I landed a pretty solid hit on a  boy who kept picking on me on the way home from school. (laughs) For a moment I was like, “What have I done!?” But then the boy just got really quiet and went home. In fact, my friends would call out my name so I’d come over whenever they were fighting with a boy. I guess I must’ve seemed pretty manly to them.

ーDo you think that was because there were a lot of boys around you?

aiko: Maybe? All the kids in the apartment complex we lived in at the time were boys. I’d say there were 2 or 3 boys who were about 4 years older than me, a boy who was about my age, and a girl who was a year younger than me.

ーHow was kindergarten? Were you a handful for your teacher?

aiko: Hmmm… I used to say whatever was on my mind, so in that sense… probably. (laughs) I didn’t think twice about saying things that ended up being problems for the PTA.

ーLike, you stood out a lot in class?

aiko: I did whatever I wanted to. (laughs) Oh, speaking of standing out, one time I was the main character of a play we did. It was a story about a caterpillar becoming a butterfly, kind of like “The Ugly Duckling”. In the beginning, everyone’s mean to the caterpillar: “Ew, you’re dirty! Gross! A caterpillar! Shoo!” The caterpillar wonders why it’s so different from everyone else. Then it gets its wings, and it turns out that the ‘caterpillar’ is really a swallowtail butterfly. I was the main character of that story… I really was an oddball.

ーAn oddball, huh? (laughs)

aiko: Yup. But you know, now that I think about it, of course I am-- I’m my parents’ daughter after all. ‘Like father, like son’, right? They’ve got totally different personalities, and I’m a mix of all the good things about them. I think about that a lot. My mom and dad were meant for each other... We used to have a lot of pets at our house even though my mom hates animals. I’m not sure what was going on then, exactly. (laughs) We had almost 100 birds.

ー100 birds!? Can you even do that in an apartment building?

aiko: No, they weren’t supposed to have them. We just kept them a secret. We had an American short-hair cat at first, but had to return it to the pet shop when the landlord found out. But guess who didn’t learn their lesson? We had a Shih tzu after that. The Shih tzu was so attached to our landlord that he just said, “Fine, but keep it a secret, okay?” The whole apartment building became officially ‘pet-friendly’ after he gave us the OK. (laughs) He said he changed it because we were his very first tenants to move in. Soon enough there were so many pets in the building, it was almost like a pet exchange. People were saying stuff like, “Here, I’d like to give you a turtle.” (laughs)

ーBack to the 100 birds you guys had though…

aiko: We had Java sparrows, society finches, canaries, and Gouldian finches; crucian carp, koi fish, snakeheads, ranchu, shrimp, eels, pond loaches, catfish, Japanese rice fish, crayfish, turtles, and crabs in our aquarium; a Shih tzu and a mutt, as well as a hamster and a rhinoceros beetle.

ーA rhinoceros beetle? (laughs)

aiko: Yes. (laughs) They’re always selling them at Expoland whenever I go there. I hate bugs now but was totally fine with them back then. We also kept cicada larvae at our house. I used to watch them emerge from their shells.

ーWhere do you even keep all these pets, anyway?

aiko: Out on the veranda. Which is why their veranda always looked like a jungle, even though it was super tiny. The left side of the veranda was the corner where we kept the fish, the right side was the corner where we had all the bird cages stacked on top of each other. You go inside, and that’s where we kept the dogs and the hamster. The ranchu swam around in the entryway of the apartment. My dad took good care of all of them, every single day.

ーDid you have any pets that were sort of weird, or unusual to have as pets?

aiko: Hm… Well, we never had any reptiles… Maybe the flying squirrel? We also had… what was it… we had piranhas and such too.

ーI wouldn’t keep one of those as a pet. (laughs)

aiko: Well, we didn’t think anything of it! My dad got so excited watching them grow. He had so much fun taking care of the piranhas. (laughs)

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[wasabi-mommy]

Sing To Me

A young Dio Brando finds himself wounded and beaten after yet another squabble with his rival Jonathan Joestar, though, through his haze and drunkness he finds and unfamiliar comfort in the voice of a stranger

WARNINGS: LANGUAGE, SELF DEGRADING STATEMENTS!!

Like I actually proofread...be warned.

"I let my emotions get ahold of me again, that infernal bastard Jojo" a young Dio Brando slurred slightly under his liquor stained breath. Another failure to that oaf, to the Joestar aristocracy, it made dio sick to his stomach.

He sat at a bar... deep in pits London. A bar that was all too familiar to him, one where he remembers his father would drag him too. Dio scowled in utter disgust of that bastards horrendous mug. He found his grip on the handle of the mug to be iron tight as he processed his internal thoughts.

'That bastard, that wretched, disgusting , piece of fucking shit.' Dios eyes drifted to the glass, in which he loosened his grip on.

'I'm here, drinking, wasting g away into an abyss... just like that weak old ungrateful shit bag' Dio let a deep chuckle rattle the quiet bar around him. The bartender narrowes his eyes from a distance, tentative to ask the man if he would like to keep drinking... but finding himself unable to move from his spot opposed to the drunken blonde.

'I'm just like that worthless, scum' Dio ran his hand through his knotted blonde hair. He shoved back his bar stool and threw an unnecessary amount of change of the counter taking the bottle of liquor that stood tall over his previous slouched form. As he stood, his tall form swayed and he found the world spinning around him. He steadily followed the walls of the rain soak alleyways.. Dio had grown familiar with the damp cobble stone alleyways all too young, so when he stumbled through the city's

hidden nooks he could direct himself to the estate in a sort-of discreet manor..

Cursing, his life, himself, his father. He felt the hate practically boiling within his very being, so much so it left a bitter taste in his mouth, one not cause from the essence of any liquor.

"THAT FILTHY VERMAN, KILLED MOTHER AND RUINED MY LIFE!!" Dio yelled thrashing the glass bottle at the wall, shattering into a million small shards. He was fuming, atleast until he heard the humming, the melody of someone angelic to his sensitive drunken ears. The rage, hate, anger that had been boiling inside and faded away..

DIo followed the voice, Like a moth to a flame,, to discover the voice of you. His deep golden orbs looked up at you. Your form, spinning around on the high up leadership of you apartment balcony. Drying out laundry on a high balcony, singing a loud, not taking notice of the unfortunate soul who had been ever so compelled by your voice.. your inherent beauty as well.

The song you sang, was about Autumn coloring the leaves of fall from what he could make out.

Maybe it was the loads of liquor and absinthe he had consumed, of maybe it was actually your soft airy voice e that was currently causing his blood to run even faster through his bastard veins. For the first time Dio felt at peace. He didn't feel resentment, he wasnt.. in pain.

Or so he thought.

Suddenly Dio gasped as he felt the muscles in his chest tighten. As hard as he tried to fight it,, the feeling of lightened traveling from his skull to his chest.. and his strained groans had made their way to your ears.

"Huh?" You turned around and looked over the balcony into the vast city streets of your London town. Dio gripped his chest in a failed attempt to alive the pain and quickly fell back into the shadows .

"Hello?!" You called out.

"Please, if you're hurt say something!" You looked over the dark alleys, searching for the source of the noise. You (h/c) shifting slightly with the soft winds. For five minutes.. or atleast thats what it felt like as your (e/c) eyes darted back and forth until you huffed in defeat.

Not too much longer you had retreated from the balcony, finishing the laundry finally.

Dio sat in the darkness, breathing heavily through his mouth trying to gain what little composure he could muster.

'What could that have been?!' He growled remember his scuffle with that Joestar buffoon earlier in the day. The pain must've been a result of his injuries.

Dio stumbled through the gates of the Joestar manor late, luckily there were no servants and no Jojo anywhere in sight.

Yes, the world, it was still spinning around Dio as he laid spread out in his large bed. Only in his boxers he let his bare chest rise carefully up and down, trying to recall the pain he had felt. Jonathan had only pummeled Dios face.. why the pain in where he observed to be his heart? He could've have risked any cardiac illness, no.. he was checked out for the school's Rugby team tryouts, Dio was in perfect health.

Dio found himself lurking in the night once again. Sober on this particular occasion, with his thoughts finely gathered. He awaited your voice in the shadows below the balcony of your apartment.

Yes, it was a routine, and quickly the young Brando found himself awaiting his personal performance many times a week. Your songs, everytime struck his heart until he found himself lulled to sleep with heavy lids. The young Brando had fallen in love with your angelic features and your sweet as sugar voice.

"You seem to be in a good mood lately Dio!" Jonathan pointed out to the blonde sitting at the far corner of the library. Dio did not avert his amber orbs from the words laid on the page, but instead shoved his nose deeper in the book he was reading.

His voice was dry and held a blatant disinterest, or he secretly wanted jojo to think a such, "hm, you don't say?"

Jonathan smiled and look back at the young man he considered his rival, "whatever it maybe it is working" he laughed.

Jojo couldn't see it as he walked out of the family library, but Dio was smiling... wondering what song may your sultry silky voice give to him tonight.

I am a simp for the man. I hope I was an ok read.

[wasabi-mommy]

Do It Again.. (DIO Brando)

Dio has a busy work life that keeps him away from his beloved daughter. He leaves his job early to pick his daughter up from school, only to find out she is being bullied. (MODERN AU! NO POWERS NO STANDS! And its up to you whether you want to place Phantom Blood Dio Brando or DIO from Stardust Crusaders) Soft Dio is Fluffy Dio.

WARNINGS: Degrading/Harsh words (via Bully and Dio)

Lol not proofread lol

It was a rarity that he had gotten out of the law office before 8 pm. He was a busy man running his own lawfirm..Most days he would pull into his large estate well after 9 pm, to where he would be informed by Enya that his daughter had finished her academic responsibilities and had been tucked in for the night.

Dio did not express it on the outside, but he did feel remorse that the only time he could actually see his daughter was when he would drop her off in the mornings and after she would go to bed after her long days of studying.

At the age of 8 she was and still has been (according to her report cards) at the top of her second grade class. Dio found pride in his daughters vast intelligence, she obviously had gotten it from her father.

Dio unlocked the door to his New Range Rover Velar and looked at his wrist to double check the time, ah yes, 12:00pm.

As Dio pulled through the gates of the Academy he couldn't hold back a smug grin, she would be ecstatic to see her father and to leave school early of course. All this Dio expected. His eyes scanned the fence line of the school's playground seeing the children playing catch, going down the slides, and running after eachother.

Although it was a certain sight that caught his attention. He could recognize her golden hair..Dio stopped... with wide eyes he stomped on the brakes lurching the SUV forward,and immediately shifted the into park. He didn't care who was being him, and he definitely did not give a fly fuck about the cars honking behind him.

What he did not expect, was to see his daughter on the ground, cry, with three boys surrounding her. He felt his blood rushing through his veins, his fists clenched as he picked up on the disgusting names and insults the boys threw at her.

"You think you're so smart, you're a fucking cow!" They laughed, as a boy kicked dirt into her eyes, her yelp is what caused Dio to rip open the gates of the Playground, "not very secure.." Dio made note of that in his mind.

"You're pale like a ghost, how about you just die like -" the young boy stopped. A firm grip held onto his shoulder, and he could faintly feel Dios amber eyes pierce (not literally.. but yknow) into the back of his head.

The boy's two friends backed away slowly, staring up at the Blonde haired man in utter terror. They high-tailed it outta there with dust in their trails.

"I should expect this from lowlife scum" he muttered tightening the grip on his shoulder tightened. He could feel the child trembling.

"Do it again" Dio spat.

"W-what?" The boy questioned his eyes swelling with fresh tears.

"Kick dirt in her face again, please, do it again." Dios voice was deep and dripping with Venom. All the boy could do was stutter.

Dio grimaced and let go of the child, who immediately turned around quickly- falling on his ass. "I- I- uh.."

Dio scoffed, " faced with danger you turn into a sniffling dog with its tail tucked between it legs, how cowardly, to assault a lady in such a fashion..utterly disgusting. You should be ashamed of yourself"

Tears ran down the child's face as Dio picked him up by the collar of his shirt.

"You EVER touch my daughter again, you will be sentenced to eternity in hell"

The kid scrambled away from Dio's grasp in tears. The man himself dusted himself off and turned to his daughter quickly scooping her tiny form into his arms, hugging her to his chest.

She sniffed and wiped her red eyes, It enraged him how disgusting her classmates were. His voice sounded soft and quiet as he spoke to her, " My dear, what those boys said is far from the truth. You are beautiful and so very intelligent, they're jealous of that love." His thumb grazed a tear from her rosey cheeks as he continued on, "you are my daughter, a Brando, they simply cannot stand that. I will not let this happen again my sweet"

She buried her face in her father's chest and nodded. She of course was still shaken by the torment the young boys had put her through, but Dio knew exactly how to mend her back together.

"Let's leave my sweet, and we can get ice cream on the way home"

Just as he predicted her amber orbs lit up with joy as her little arms wrapped around his neck, "all the toppings!!" She cheered as her father carried her through the broken gates of the playground.

He couldn't contain his amusement as a deep chuckle slipped from his lips.

"Yes, yes, all the toppings" he mused, and of course, she would be taken out of the school and placed in a more "prestigious" one as Dio would call it.

[hypnotixstorm]

hello ms. talented & amazing person (nO I don’t take criticism) 🥺🦋 ok but... hear me out.......enemies to lovers hc with itachi our birthday king 😔 like what your relationship is initially like to how you guys end up being two idiots inlove with eachother itachi come back please I miss you—

You’re so talented too?? Wtf??? Y’all pls seriously go follow @todourouki their work is AMAZEBALLS! Also i fucking love this idea and hope I do it justice for you, you absolute fuckin Q U E E N 😔✊🏻 Also, I can’t help myself and keep making these modern AU’s

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* friends to lovers *･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

From the moment Deidara introduced you to Itachi, you hated him

You couldn’t understand why girls fell at his feet and worshiped him

He held such an air of superiority and it did nothing but piss you off

After that, you avoided him at all costs

“He’s annoying, yeah, but gets better one you get to know him, hm.”

“Deidara. He’s an asshole. I don’t understand how the hell you can stand to be around him.”

“Who’s an asshole?”

When you turned, Itachi greeted you with a smirk and a knowing look in his eyes which only pissed you off even more

Deidara and even Kisame continued trying to convince you to get to know him

You adamantly refused of course, only choosing to be in his presence at a party the group was holding

And that’s when you actually held a conversation with him

More like the group was playing seven minutes in heaven and shoved the two of you in the closet to work out your “issues”

“Why do you hate me so much? Have I done something to offend you?”

You scoffed, arms crossed and refusing to speak to him even now. However, you soon gasped at the feeling of your chin being gripped and lifted. With wide eyes, you looked into Itachi’s own pained ones.

“Wha-”

“Do you know how cruel your words and actions are?”

You gulped, your eyes trying to find something else to focus on, but his own coal orbs had you mesmerized. And for the first time in your life, you found yourself at a loss for words. His brows scrunched together, almost as if he was distressed, before releasing your chin and turning his back to you. Not even a moment later and the door opened.

That was the beginning of the end.

After your encounter in the closet, you didn’t know how to feel anymore

On one hand, you felt like nothing should change between the two of you

But on the other hand, you began to feel a bit bad for the way you had acted

Maybe he really wasn’t that bad

Once you finally acknowledged your feelings, you began to make an effort to get to know him better

Naturally, he was shocked at first, but pleasantly agreed to spend time with you

You may have been friends with Deidara first, and shared a lot of the same hobbies with him, but you and Itachi just had... more in common

He loved poetry and you just so happened to write it

Plus, your appreciation of the fine arts piqued his interest

It didn’t take long after that for the two of you to become close

The hatred quickly blossomed into friendship

It wasn’t until one day that everything became oh so apparently clear

The two of you lay sprawled on a linen quilt beneath a cherry blossom tree. A spring breeze carried flowers in its’ arms, gently running its’ fingers through your hair. As you sat there, idly scribbling repitious rhymes within a worn out journal, Itachi found his gaze routinely landing on your figure.

You turned, timidly offering up the battered book. His eyes widened, setting his own to the side. Papers crinkled with each gentle movement, dark orbs scanning the words on the pages just as tenderly. Anyone who spared the phrases more than a glance would know its meaning; love.

Cheeks burning fiery hot, you couldn’t bare to look at him, hoping he caught on without your help. The sound of the books’ spine crackling snapped you from your daze. No words were exchanged however, and you felt yourself slowly panicking. As you rolled your bottom lip between your teeth, a pale and slender hand snaked underneath your jawline.

With a gasp, your lids instinctively flickered shut. Soft lips found your own plush ones. Silky sighs slipped past your mouth as your head tilted. Your hand came to a rest on Itachi’s lean chest, his heart hammering against his flesh, your heart following suit.

And the rest, as they say, was history.

Uhhhhh I kinda wanna make this a series... pls let me know if y’all would like to see that bc I love me some angst and Jesus Christ I think this came out so nicely 😩💘

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[hypnotixstorm]

Request: hey baby! i hope you’re fine with this but could you write some itachi fluff for me? basically his s/o feels like shit and tries to make her happy? I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WRITING MORE SO DONT EVEN TRY SAYING THAT YOU LOVE ME MORE >:0 okay love you darling! 🥺💞 - @supremetodoroki

But I love you most 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 you’re seriously amazing and ilysm! It’s non-massacre au I hope that’s okay! I really hope you enjoy this, I worked really hard on it for you 😌💘

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* comforting his s/o *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Itachi knew it as soon as he walked into the apartment. Before you said anything. Before he heard you. Before he saw you. The gloom weighed down the entire atmosphere, slamming into him like a brick wall. He sighed to himself softly as he removed his flak vest, setting his belongings down on the couch and making his way down the hallway.

The shower was on, in an attempt to drown out your sobs, and he knew it. You both did. Never once were you the type who wanted to burden others with your problems. You hated it. Itachi, also, knew this. He knew you better than you knew yourself.

As the door of the bathroom clicked, you flinched, pulling your legs even tighter to your chest. The frigid water from the shower head continued to pelt against your flesh mercilessly. You were worried. What would Itachi say? Would he be upset? Your thoughts rambled on, filling the numb void of your mind while Itachi remained silent.

Quietly, he crouched down next to the tub. He gently tugged back the shower curtain, his already present frown deepening at your form. He hated seeing you like this. You hated being like this.

His hand gingerly rested on to crown of your head, rubbing small circles with his thumb in your half-damp half-dry hair. This caused you to slowly look at him, only after staying completely still for another minute. When your eyes met his, he smiled. A genuine smile that reached his eyes. You could feel your heart rate speed up, the muscle deep within your chest hammering against your rib cage desperately. It was so rare to see Itachi wearing such an expression, and you always loved it whenever he did.

The two of you sat there for some time, just staring into each others eyes. Finally, he tilted his head ever-so-slightly, a brow cocked as well. You nodded and he shifted, turning off the water. As he moved around the small bathroom, you sat there, silently observing him.

Once he had finished, he helped you up, immediately wrapping you with a plush towel before scooping you up. Your arms instinctively flew to wrap around his neck as he carried you to your shared bedroom. Itachi made his way to the bed, still holding you close to his chest. The sound of his heart beating rhythmically, soothed your aching heart.

As he settled into the many pillows, he finally spoke up. “Would you like to talk about it, my love?”

You sighed as he tucked a stray hair back behind your ear. “N-no, it’s stupid anyways...”

“If it has upset you this much, then it is surely not stupid, but I won’t force you to talk about it.” Leaning his head back, his eyes fluttered closed as he began to delicately rub your back.

It was times like this, that you were truly grateful to have Itachi.

“Thank you ‘Tachi.” You grabbed a fistful of the front of his shirt, burying your face into his chest as fresh tears began to pool in your eyes. “I-I love you...”

“I love you too darling, just let it all out.”

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[snowdice]

Road Trips and Missing Persons (Part 14)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Patton & Virgil, Virgil & Deceit, Logan & Patton, Emile & Remy, Roman & Remus & Janus

Characters: Patton, Virgil, Deceit, Remus, Roman, Logan, Emile, Remy

Summary: Patton was just getting groceries. The next thing he knew, there was a knife at his throat and he was an unwilling uber driver. Virgil’s on the run after the murder of his dad, and it’s not just his paranoia that’s telling him he’s being chased down. He has to get somewhere safe, somewhere he can trust, and all he has is a couple of stories from his dad and a name: “Green Bellow Foods and Dispensary.”

Notes: Secret Agents AU, knives, carjacking, kidnapping, murder mentioned, guns mentioned, pepper spray, blood mentioned, drugs mentioned, explosions, car crashes (more to be added)

This is a fic I’ve been writing on study breaks that you have probably all already seen at this point. I’ve affectionately named it the Goblin Brain Fic because it’s helping my brain actually get motivated for studying. I’ve slightly edited it for wording and grammar, but not for content from my previous posts. Feel free to send in asks to direct it because I’m not 100% sure where this is going and you can help decide if you feel so inclined! You can see the process I went through to build this at this link.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13  My Master Post

“You two doing okay back there?” Roman asked, glancing into the rearview window at them as he exited the interstate onto highway 236.

“We’re perfectly fine,” Janus replied evenly.

“Ow ow ow ow ow! You’re crushing me!” Remus complained. Janus was currently sitting on his chest, pinning him to the back seat.

“You should probably put your seatbelt on,” Roman advised.

“You’re probably right,” Janus agreed.

“No! Get off!” Remus said. “Or I’m going to scream!”

“Oh, because you don’t scream randomly when someone isn’t sitting on top of you?” Janus shot back. Roman officially liked Janus; he’d just decided. “Give me that!” Janus said, and a moment later, Remus’s phone was thrown into the passenger seat.

Remus whined and Roman glanced back at them once again, amused. That is when he caught sight of a car behind them. He glanced at his speedometer and then back at the car. Roman was currently going a little over 90mph, having slowed down a bit now that they were off the interstate. Yet, the car was gaining on them.

“Hey,” Roman said. “Wh-,” and that’s when a bullet came through the back window right past Janus’s head. “Holy fuck!” Roman screamed, swerving a bit before getting the car back under control. Remus grabbed Janus by the front of his shirt and pulled him down as more bullets rained on them courtesy of the car Roman had spotted. The glass from his car’s back window shattered over the two of them.

Roman pressed his foot down harder on the accelerator and started purposefully swerving to throw off their shots as Remus shoved Janus down onto the floor so he could lunge into the front seat. He grabbed the gun Roman stored in his glove box and loaded it with practiced ease.

“My bag,” Janus requested, and Remus threw the asked for object over his shoulder before rolling down the window.

“Methinks mommy dearest’s people may have found us,” Remus commented.

“What was your first clue?” Janus asked, digging through his bag, assumedly for his own gun. Remus stuck his gun out of the window and popped off a shot at the car behind them.

“You weren’t kidding about your mom trying to kill you, huh?” Roman asked.

“I betrayed her,” Janus said blankly. “It isn’t a surprise.”

“Shitty mom,” Roman commented.

Janus didn’t say anything, just finished loading his own gun and moved to roll down a different window. He shot off three shots in quick succession as Remus reloaded his own weapon before ducking down again as more bullets fired towards them.

Gee. Roman thought about Dad sending agents after him with a shoot first, ask questions later order. It was unfathomable to him. Dad’s policy was to attempt to not kill whenever possible even if someone was an enemy, let alone Roman. Yet, Janus was not even closed to surprised that his own mother’s men were clearly shooting to kill. There was no question as to what their orders were. They weren’t aiming for the wheels or trying to cut them off. They were gunning straight for the people in the car, particularly Roman at the moment because he was driving.

Roman scrunched down in his seat as much as possible. He glanced back at the car and saw that it had moved to the other lane. “Oh, no you don’t,” Roman grumbled as Janus and Remus continued to fire. He jerked the steering wheel to cut them off from trying to get along side them and pushed down even harder on the accelerator.

Janus finished emptying his clip and went to reload. “There are grenades in my bag!” Remus told him.

“Why do you have grenades in your bag?!” Roman asked.

“For when I’m in a high-speed chase with people shooting at me!” he yelled back.

Janus found the grenades in the bag. “One of these days you’re going to pull a grenade out of your ass and I’m not going to be surprised,” he said to Remus.

“Huh, you know, that’s not a bad idea,” Remus said cheerfully.

“If you even try it, I will tell dad on you so fast!” Roman told him. He again spun the steering wheel to cut off the car behind them.

“You’re no fun, Ro!” Remus claimed, crouching down again to reload once more.

“And I’ll tell Uncle Patton,” Roman threatened. He had to speed up even more to cut them off as the car behind them tried to pass them in the left lane again.

“No, it’ll be like the wasabi lecture of ‘07!” Remus bemoaned.

“Could the two of you give it a rest for five seconds?!” Janus asked.

“Nope!” Remus answered as he went back to shooting. “Might want to get those grenades going Jan!”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it,” Janus replied. He pulled the pin on one and went to toss it. Unfortunately, just as he was throwing it, a car popped up over a hill that Roman hadn’t seen coming directly towards them.

Roman yelped and turned the wheel so fast that his arms crossed over each other. Janus made a startled noise as he was half thrown out the window and Remus squeaked as he ended up flat on his back against the center console. A rouge bullet form Remus’s gun hit the top of Roman’s car as the grenade got throw far off course into a ditch.

Janus cursed loudly, shoving himself back into the car on his back. The car behind them also managed to make it into the right lane before it careened into the car Roman had just avoided. He saw the brake lights of the vehicle he’d passed turn on as Remus groaned and shoved himself back up, grabbing the gun from where he’d dropped it. Roman figured he was okay when he went straight back to shooting out of the window.

“Are you okay, Jan?” Roman asked when the man stayed laying on the backseat.

“May have broken a rib on that one,” he said. Yet, after a moment, he still managed to struggle back into a sitting position once more.

Well, Roman had to give him props for that one, but they’d be checking him out the next moment they weren’t being chased by people shooting. Roman glanced back in the review mirror at said car and… had the car Roman had almost hit turned around and also joined the chase? Fantastic. Roman sped up once again as Janus grabbed Remus’s bag again. Another bullet shot through the shattered back window straight past Roman’s head and embedded itself in the windshield. Roman flinched and was almost distracted enough that he didn’t notice the yellow sign warning of a curve up ahead and a suggested speed limit of 35mph.

“Uh, oh,” Roman said. “Stop shooting and brace yourselves!” He saw both Remus and Janus scramble to obey and slammed on the breaks. The steering wheel wobbled, but Roman was able to just barely keep enough control to not spin out. He tried to turn the wheel, but when he saw the curve, he knew immediately that he would not be able to pull that one off. He winced and continued to try to slow them down. They smacked into a delineator marking the curve, likely tearing it out of the ground and rolled a bit down a hill towards some sort of pond or maybe a lake. They stopped right before they hit the water and Roman had a split second to be relieved before his torso was thrown forward as the car that had been chasing them crashed into them and sent them straight into the body of water in front of them.

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Goblin Brain Study Session Fic 1 [Day 36]

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“You two doing okay back there?” Roman asked, glancing into the rearview window at them as he exited the interstate onto highway 236.

“We’re perfectly fine,” Janus replied evenly.

“Ow ow ow ow ow! You’re crushing me!” Remus complained. Janus was currently sitting on his chest, pinning him to the back seat.

“You should probably put your seatbelt on,” Roman advised.

“You’re probably right,” Janus agreed.

“No! Get off!” Remus said. “Or I’m going to scream!”

“Oh, because you don’t scream randomly when someone isn’t sitting on top of you?” Janus shot back. Roman officially liked Janus; he’d just decided. “Give me that!” Janus said, and a moment later, Remus’s phone was thrown into the passenger seat.

Remus whined and Roman glanced back at them once again, amused. That is when he caught sight of a car behind them. He glanced at his speedometer and then back at the car. Roman was currently going a little over 90mph, having slowed down a bit now that they were off the interstate. Yet, the car was gaining on them.

“Hey,” Roman said. “Wh-,” and that’s when a bullet came through the back window right past Janus’s head. “Holy fuck!” Roman screamed, swerving a bit before getting the car back under control. Remus grabbed Janus by the front of his shirt and pulled him down as more bullets rained on them courtesy of the car Roman had spotted. The glass from his car’s back window shattered over the two of them.

Roman pressed his foot down harder on the accelerator and started purposefully swerving to throw off their shots as Remus shoved Janus down onto the floor so he could lunge into the front seat. He grabbed the gun Roman stored in his glove box and loaded it with practiced ease.

“My bag,” Janus requested, and Remus threw the asked for object over his shoulder before rolling down the window.

“Methinks mommy dearest’s people may have found us,” Remus commented.

“What was your first clue?” Janus asked, digging through his bag, assumedly for his own gun. Remus stuck his gun out of the window and popped off a shot at the car behind them.

“You weren’t kidding about your mom trying to kill you, huh?” Roman asked.

“I betrayed her,” Janus said blankly. “It isn’t a surprise.”

“Shitty mom,” Roman commented.

Janus didn’t say anything, just finished loading his own gun and moved to roll down a different window. He shot off three shots in quick succession as Remus reloaded his own weapon before ducking down again as more bullets fired towards them.

Gee. Roman thought about Dad sending agents after him with a shoot first, ask questions later order. It was unfathomable to him. Dad’s policy was to attempt to not kill whenever possible even if someone was an enemy, let alone Roman. Yet, Janus was not even closed to surprised that his own mother’s men were clearly shooting to kill. There was no question as to what their orders were. They weren’t aiming for the wheels or trying to cut them off. They were gunning straight for the people in the car, particularly Roman at the moment because he was driving.

Roman scrunched down in his seat as much as possible. He glanced back at the car and saw that it had moved to the other lane. “Oh, no you don’t,” Roman grumbled as Janus and Remus continued to fire. He jerked the steering wheel to cut them off from trying to get along side them and pushed down even harder on the accelerator.

Janus finished emptying his clip and went to reload. “There are grenades in my bag!” Remus told him.

“Why do you have grenades in your bag?!” Roman asked.

“For when I’m in a high-speed chase with people shooting at me!” he yelled back.

Janus found the grenades in the bag. “One of these days you’re going to pull a grenade out of your ass and I’m not going to be surprised,” he said to Remus.

“Huh, you know, that’s not a bad idea,” Remus said cheerfully.

“If you even try it, I will tell dad on you so fast!” Roman threatened. He again spun the steering wheel to cut off the car behind them.

“You’re no fun, Ro!” Remus claimed, crouching down again to reload once more.

“And I’ll tell Uncle Patton,” Roman threatened. He had to speed up even more to cut them off as the car behind them tried to pass them in the left lane again.

“No, it’ll be like the wasabi lecture of ‘07!”

“Could the two of you give it a rest for five seconds?!” Janus asked.

“Nope!” Remus answered as he went back to shooting. “Might want to get those grenades going Jan!”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it,” Janus replied. He pulled the pin on one and went to toss it. Unfortunately, just as he was throwing it, a car popped up over a hill that Roman hadn’t seen coming directly towards them.

Roman yelped and turned the wheel so fast that his arms crossed over each other. Janus made a startled noise as he was half thrown out the window and Remus squeaked as he ended up flat on his back against the center console. A rouge bullet form Remus’s gun hit the top of Roman’s car as the grenade got throw far off course into a ditch.