unconscious places

Virgo & The 6th house 

Ancient medical astrologers long associated Virgo and the sixth house with nerves, eating habits, and the digestive system. Mercury rules Virgo and information is broken down in the brain in the similar fashion to minerals being broken down in the intestines. Recent scientific studies point to the evidence the gut is a ‘second brain’, and this ties in with the mental (Mercury) and intestinal (Virgo) sixth house area. Psychological symptoms, especially nerves can manifest through stomach aches, gastrointestinal upset, and strange food cravings and eating habits. Fears or trauma in the individual, these being unconscious if placed in the outer planets can also contribute to gastrointestinal distress. The sixth house relates to disease and neuroses, a sort of mental and physiological breakdown after the enormous swell of the last five houses. With planets in the sixth house, the individual may develop symptoms that evade physicians or have no organic causation, many of these relating to the stomach or the mind. The individual can into extreme eating habits, especially when powerful planets like Saturn or Pluto fall here, or the ruling planet makes many aspects. The Moon rules Virgo in esoteric astrology, and the Arterial System of astrology suggests that Virgo relates to the flora and fauna aiding digestion. Mercury is the ruler of parasites and bacteria, and also the health of a fetas, who is in less eloquent terms a parasite on the mother until birth. A baby is held in the stomach, sharing the zone with Scorpio. The digestive system absorbs nutrients the same way Virgo absorbs information, as a form of nourishment and enrichment.

Cherry

I think there are two ways in which place is known and cherished, two ways which may be complementary but which are just as likely to be antipathetic. One is lived, illiterate and unconscious, the other learned, literate and conscious. in the literary sensibility, both are likely to co-exist in a conscious and unconscious tension:
—  Seamus Heaney, from “The Sense of Place,” Preoccupations: Selected Prose: 1968-1978 (Noonday, 1980)
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…and built a house that was just a cot
and built a life that was over an hour
and built a castle where no one lives
and built, in the end, a song.


[ Two stacked gifs of Finn and Rey, with the quote “Who’s she, that one in your arms ? / She’s the one I carried my bones to”. In the first gif, they are hugging. In the second gif, Rey is crying over an unconscious Finn, and she places her hand on his chest.]

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“Do you understand what we’re doing is highly illegal?” Steve asked you, his expression serious.

“Captain America needs my help,” you stated. “That’s more important than laws sometimes.”

Steve gave you a little smile. “Good. We need to break a few people out of prison,” he stated. “Your skill set will be helpful.”

“Outside communications are down. Nobody will be sending direct SOS signals out of the Raft,” you informed Steve as the jet you were taking hovered cloaked over the high-security prison.

“Good. This place is designed to house supervillains. Stay alert. Remember, you’re freeing Wanda first,” Steve told you as he brought the jet to a silent landing.

“Because she’s superpowered, so they must have her locked up even tighter than the others, and she’ll be able to help get the others out,” you added, showing that you understood the mission.

The jet landed, and Steve grabbed his shield before leading the way off the jet. Instantly, there were people shooting at the two of you, and you ducked behind Steve’s shield. You reached your hand around, shooting back, trying not to actually kill anyone. Once there was a pause in the gunfire, Steve punched the heads of whoever was left standing to knock them unconscious.

“We make a great team,” you commented.

“That was only the first room,” Steve replied, his body still tense and ready for a fight as the two of you moved on through the door.

You spotted a row of computers. Using the butt of your gun, you knocked the guy at one of the computers unconscious and took his place.

“Your team’s in block A, first floor,” you told Steve. “All four of them are there. But the locks are mechanical, so I can’t do anything from here.”

“We’ll just break them out the old-fashioned way then,” Steve stated. You got up and followed him along, shooting guards while Steve blocked their fire.

“I told them you’d come,” Sam stated as you and Steve stepped into the holding area.

“I told him he was starting to sound like a fanboy,” Clint added, standing up from his bed.

You looked around, spotting Wanda. She was in a straightjacket with a collar, and looked afraid to move or talk. “I’ll get you out,” you said, examining the lock. Of course it was complicated. “We’re going to need keys,” you stated.

“Steve can’t just break it open?” Scott asked.

“Padlocks are one thing, but I can’t get my shield in there to crack it open,” Steve replied, shaking his head.

Meanwhile, you started examining the belongings of one of the unconscious guard. You pulled out a ring of keys, all with numbers etched in them. “We may have a problem.”

“Each cell is locked with a different key,” Clint stated. “Just to make things difficult.”

You tried each key on Wanda’s cell until one was successful. You tossed the keys to Steve so he could start trying to open Sam’s cell, while you undid her straightjacket and took her collar off.

However, the alarms started blaring. “Crap, we don’t have much time,” you stated.

“Allow me,” Wanda said. She walked out of her cell and sent out a blast of magic, which blew open all the locks.

“Let’s go,” Steve said quickly, leading the run back to the jet.

You paced around the room worried out of your mind, trying to calm yourself with deep breaths, unconsciously placing your hand on your forehead.

It’s okay, you’re fine. You have Elijah with you so relax. You kept telling yourself but couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You came to a halt when you heard footsteps coming towards you and looked at the door, removing your hand from your forehead.

“How are you feeling” came the familiar voice of Elijah as he stood at the threshold, looking at you with sympathy. “I..” you searched for words, but then stopped and looked over to him helplessly.

“You do not need to worry about Lucien, (Y/N).” Elijah said walking towards you with his hand in his pocket, a concerned look on his face as he tried to give you relief.

You sighed, “I know Elijah, but… Lucien, he isn’t to be taken lightly, we can’t kill him exactly because of Klaus and he surely is a force to be reckoned with. I trust you Elijah, I really do. But I can’t help myself now that he so vividly declared I’m next on his list.” You gazed at him, showing your vulnerable state.

“(Y/N), listen to me” Elijah said with furrowed eyebrows and a penetrating look in his eyes. He placed his hand on your cheek, coming closer, keeping you under his gaze.

“When I brought you here, I gave you my word that I would protect you and I intend to keep it. I will always protect no matter the circumstances or the consequences and I assure you, there is no one stronger for your protection.” he gave a small smile as he his glance kept giving you reassurances.

“Thank you, Elijah” you closed your eyes, feeling slightly relaxed for the first time that day.

Rick’s sister (Daryl Dixon x Reader) Part 3

Fandom: The Walking Dead

A/N: I’m so sorry it took me that long guys! I’m doing my best to keep up with everything in my life right now so I hope that you will forgive me :) 

Imagine being Rick’s little sister. He thinks you’re dead but you survived somehow to find him and his group at the farm months after the outbreak. Now you live with the group and Shane decides to be a ‘jerk’ to you. After your argument with Daryl you find out that Andrea shot him. 


Part 1


Part 2 



You smiled softly as Carol joked about being happy to see a potato and being able to cook in a real kitchen. Maggie chuckled with the others and smiled at you while helping you dress the tables for tonight’s dinner. You had to admit that helping in the kitchen was soothing and it gave you the opportunity to think about something else than Daryl’s mean words and behavior. Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps into the hallway next to the living-room made you look up in the direction of the doorway.

“Maggie, what’s this?” Hershel’s voice said from the living-room’s door. You gulped as you could hear the annoyance and the disappointment into the old man’s voice. You looked up at him for a second then quickly turned your eyes to glance at Maggie who already seemed pissed off.

“I’ll help the girls with the potatoes…” You said just above a whisper and excused yourself in the kitchen to give them some space. As you walked next to Carol, you looked back at Maggie to see her arguing with her father and you sighed as you grabbed a potato and smiled at the grey-haired woman. Carol smiled back at you but her smile was tainted with pain and sorrow, you wanted to tell her that Daryl would find her daughter, that he was the only one who could do it but only thinking about saying his name out loud brought tears into your eyes. You looked down, listening to the girls with a neutral expression until you heard Lori complain about life once again. You loved Lori like a sister, after all she was your sister-in-law, but you knew what she did while Rick was fighting for his life in the hospital.  

“I’m glad to finally eat something else than squirrels over a camp fire.” Lori said and the other women laughed. Even if you were hurt and pissed off at Daryl, you couldn’t help but feel the need to defend him and his hunting skills. Lori’s words were meant as a joke but you were already too sensitive to catch the humorous tone in her voice.

“If it wasn’t for Daryl’s squirrels, we would all be dead right now… We would have starved to death, Lori. Try to be a little bit more grateful for what he’s doing for this group.” You said, not even bothering to look at them. “As far as I’m concerned, he’s the only one who’s still looking for Sophia and it’s the end of the afternoon.”

“(Y/N), honey, I didn’t mean it like that…” Lori started to explain but suddenly you heard a loud scream from outside the farm house.

Your heart skip a beat as you dropped the knife and the potato you had in your hands. Your head wiped to the side, looking out of the window and straight into the field before the farm. You could see some people running around and fear gripped your heart.

“That voice…” You whispered, your eyes meeting Lori’s frightened ones.

“Rick!” She gasped and suddenly she bolted out of the kitchen with you right behind her.

You ran as fast as you could, your heart beating against your chest as Lori kept screaming Rick’s name. Hershel and his family were also running outside and the old man asked what was happening but your eyes were focused on Rick and Shane. They were carrying an in unconscious man, Andrea was apologizing and tried to say that she couldn’t have known it was him. You frowned as you caught Glenn looking at you with worried eyes and that is when you understood.

This man was Daryl.  

You gasped and covered your mouth with your hands. Daryl was covered in blood and mud, his side seemed hurt and his head seemed… shot? Your eyes started to water without your consent and you glared at Rick, the fear of losing Daryl was overwhelming.

“What the hell happened?!” You almost screamed and rushed towards your brother to look at the hunter. You cupped Daryl’s cheeks and lifted his unconscious face up to inspect it closely. You bite your lips and shook your head in disbelief. “What happened?” You asked again but Rick only sighed and looked at you with sad eyes before continuing his trip to the farm’s front door.

“Rick!” You called out, hating that your own brother was walking away to avoid your question.

“He’ll be fine (Y/N), he’s unconscious but the bullet only grazed him” Rick said over his shoulder, making you stop in your tracks and turn around with your mouth slightly open.

“Bullet? Someone shot Daryl?!” You said in disbelief, this was insane. You looked around and your eyes landed on Andrea. The blond took a step in your direction and looked at you with pleading eyes.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N), I thought that he was a walker. I was only trying to protect the group…” Andrea said but you jumped in and cut her with a shriek.

“Are you kidding me?” Andrea took a step back and looked at you with watering eyes. “You shot Daryl!” You screamed again, your fists clenching at your side.

Andrea nodded her head and you lost it. You lunged at her, seeing red and don’t even understanding what you were doing. Your fists keep connecting with Andrea’s face until you felt someone grab you and tore you away from the blond as they lift you up in the air, your feet not touching the ground.

“Let go of me!” You screamed, kicking and fighting over the person’s arms.

“Calm down (Y/N)! Stop it!” You heard T-Dog’s voice say then Glenn appeared before you, his face showing fear and irritation.

“(Y/N), listen to me! Daryl will need you, what is done is done. Beating Andrea won’t help Daryl now! It’s not like you, (Y/N).” Glenn tried to reason you as he tried to lead you away from the group and into the house. Your breathing was laborious and your knuckles were bruised but you didn’t care, no one in this group really cared about Daryl and that was what made you lashed out. Finally, Glenn lead you into the house and you let him, you knew that he was right and you also desperately needed to see Daryl.

“You’re okay?” Glenn asked when you entered the hallway that lead to the bedroom where Daryl was. You looked at Glenn and shrugged your shoulders but suddenly everything caught up to you.

“I… I don’t know what to do if he… I don’t know Glenn. I’m…” You stuttered, your voice breaking at the end and tears went down your cheeks. Glenn sighed and brought you in a warm hug, you hugged your friend back and let your feelings take over for several seconds before pulling away and smiling weakly at him.

“Thanks.” You told him just above a whisper, making him smile then open his mouth to answer but suddenly the door a door at the end of the hallway opened and Rick ran outside.

“(Y/N)! Can you help?” Rick said in a rush before going back in the room. Your heart jumped in your chest and you rushed in the room, looking back over your shoulder to thank Glenn with your eyes. The young man smiling softly to encourage you as you stepped into the bedroom.

“What can I do?” You asked in a rush, your eyes glued to your injured hunter. Hershel was starting to cut Daryl’s undershirt as he looked briefly at you then focused back on the task at hand.

“(Y/N), can you come over here and hold his head still, please?” Hershel asked in a calm voice and you nodded your head before rushing to the other side of the bed and kneeling next to an unconscious Daryl and you placed his head carefully on your lap.

Hershel nodded in approval and removed the shattered undershirt of Daryl’s chest. Even in the current circumstances, you couldn’t help but blush at the sight of the hunter’s muscular chest. You glanced up at Hershel to see him smirk knowingly, indeed his behavior made you blush even more. Hershel turned Daryl on his side carefully and your eyes widen as you saw his back. It was covered in scars, some were hidden under the thick layer of dirt and mud that was covering his skin but you could see what kind of scars they were. Your heart hurt for him and you could feel the tears in your eyes threatening to fall but you swallowed them back and closed your eyes to calm down. As Hershel started to tend to his injured side, you softly ran your fingers through Daryl’s short hair trying to give him as much tenderness as you could with this simple gesture. You were lost in your thoughts but suddenly your brother’s voice brought you back to reality.

“What happened to your hands?” Rick asked as he got closer, his features wearing concern and confusion as he saw you being soft with Daryl. You looked up at him, biting your lips and shrugging your shoulders in hope to avoid the conversation.

“Nothing.” You answered but Rick tilted his head to the side and you knew that you were in trouble.

“(Y/N) …” Rick warned and you groaned in annoyance, rolling your eyes.

“Fine! I knocked Andrea on her ass for what she did, that’s all.” You mumbled, playing with one of Daryl’s short lock.

“You did what?!” You heard Shane scream and your brother turned around to calm him down.

“She got what she deserved!” You defended yourself and glared at Shane as Rick tried to make him sit down once again.

“You stupid girl! You’ll see what I’ll do when…” Shane started but Rick got in his face, staring him down.

“When what, Shane?” The tension in the room was palpable at this point. Shane breathed in and out heavily while Rick kept glaring at him. “Don’t forget that you’re talking to my little sister, Shane. I won’t let you threaten her without saying anything.” Rick told the taller man before him, Hershel looked at you as you observed your brother closely.

“Rick, drop it. Doesn’t matter.” You mumbled again, wanting to only focus on Daryl.

Hershel kept working as the two men calmed down but suddenly the man on your lap jumped awake and looked around in fear. Your eyes widen and you couldn’t help but smile and let out a sigh of relief.

“Easy son, you’re hurt, easy.” Hershel tried to calm the hunter down but Daryl was still trying to get away from him and, consequently, from you too. You took his head carefully into your hands and tried to make eye contact with him to soothe him down.

“Hey, hey, Daryl. Don’t worry, you’re fine. You’re fine, Daryl. You’re at the farm, everything is alright.” You whispered to him while softly caressing his cheeks. Daryl’s breathing started to calm down as his eyes locked on yours. You smiled softly at him and kept caressing his cheeks. “You’re safe now, Dare. I’m here don’t worry.” You said in a soothing voice and Daryl finally calmed down and let Hershel tend to his wounds.

You kept playing with his hair while Hershel patched him up and you could have sworn that you saw him lean into your touch for a second. After a while, Hershel patched Daryl’s head up and you sat next to him on the bed while the old man finished his work on Daryl’s side. Rick asked Daryl what happened and where he had found Sophia’s doll as he laid a map on the bed just before your knees. Daryl pointed to the map, his voice slightly rougher at he was still emerging from his daze. You couldn’t really hear what they were saying as your attention was entirely focused on Daryl. You were suddenly feeling tired because of the stress’ aftershock but you were happy to see Daryl safe and sound in the bed and talking with your brother.

You smiled as you watched your brother and the others leave the room, you got up in reflex to follow them as you saw Rick waiting for you at the doorframe but before you could follow him Daryl gripped your hand in his to make you stop. You looked down at him, frowning in surprise.

“Stay? Please?” Daryl asked you just above a whisper so only you could hear. You looked at him for a second then nodded your head and smiled as you sat back down next to him. Rick smirked at you and slowly closed the door behind him to leave you and Daryl alone.

The silence in the room was oppressing, you knew that he was feeling guilty. You saw it in his eyes but you also felt awkward. You couldn’t be mad at him after seeing him hurt and after thinking that he was dead, you simply couldn’t. You watched as Daryl tried to sit up in the bed, holding his side and wincing.

“Daryl, you shouldn’t push yourself too much.” You tried to make him lay back down but Daryl talked before you could move.

“I’m sorry.” He suddenly said as he looked down at his hands, Daryl was tensed and seemed worried. The man knew that you wouldn’t accept his apologies and that he had screwed up big time but he still wanted to try. “I’m sorry for what I said to ya earlier today. I’m an ass and I know that I don’t deserve it but…”

“I forgive you.” You quickly said before Daryl could bring himself down even more, surprising him with your soft smile and your forgiving nature once again.

“Ya… Ya forgive me? Why?” Daryl asked his eyes slightly wider than usual. You blushed slightly then shrugged your shoulders.

“I know you’re not a bad guy, Daryl.” You started still smiling but your heart jumped when you remembered the previous events. “You almost died today and I… I lost it. Completely.” You answered a bit ashamed of what you had done. You looked down at your bruised hands and sighed, scared of how Daryl would react if you showed too much interest. Daryl extended his hand and reached to hold yours to catch your attention. You looked up into his bright blue eyes and let him hold your hand in his strong and calloused one.

“I don’t deserve your kindness (Y/N) …” He said, his eyes never leaving yours. “But I’ll try to redeem myself … again.” He said the last word smiling slightly, making you chuckle and reach to touch the rose into your hair. Daryl smiled at you and intertwined his fingers with yours, a gesture that take you aback.

“(Y/N), I lied when I said that I didn’t care about ya. What Shane said this morning was kinda true. I mean, I gave ya my breakfast because I know you’re giving yours to Carl and I care about ya too much to let ya starve yourself. I’m not good with feelings, I don’t know how to do this…” Daryl said making you smile at him and squeeze his hand.

“We take it slowly so you’ll feel comfortable around me. That’s the most important thing because… I care about you too Daryl. I can’t lose you.” You said and bend down to kiss Daryl on the cheek, lingering a little bit longer than necessary. Daryl nodded his head, blushing furiously as he felt your soft and warm lips against his skin.

“We can do that.” Daryl agreed, clearing his throat nervously.

You smirked at him and chuckled softly, your heart finally filled with relief and happiness. Unfortunately, you didn’t know that someone in the group was listening to the both of you from the outside the opened window.

Shane smirked as he heard your conversation, determinate to ruin your life. The dark man had enough of the Grimes’ luck and happiness, Rick and his sister had to pay for what happened to him.

In his eyes, Rick and (Y/N) were responsible for everything. They were weak and he will take care of them, for the sake of the group. Or more precisely, for Lori and Carl.



I hope that you liked that part guys! What do you think Shane is going to do to ruin the reader’s life? 

I Don’t Bite - Yoongi Scenario

so I deleted all 28+ stories that I wrote from my previous writing blog because of personal reasons. But I really wanted to post my stories here, along with some additional ones that may come along ;; 

AFF

Summary: Lazy vampire Min Yoongi who gets his meals delivered to him everyday.

Word Count: 2,035




It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and Yoongi was sprawled out on the couch rubbing his temples and wondering when the heck was the too-tall delivery boy going to give him his daily doze of blood bags.

It wasn’t like Jungkook to arrive later than 9 in the morning. In fact it was already time for lunch and the boy hasn’t even shown up at his doorstep. Muttering a curse, Yoongi propped his head up on one of the pillows, taking out his phone from his pocket.


“Hello?”




“The box is there, the address is on the post-it note attached.”

“But-”

“You can go home after that.”

“But Sir-”

Your boss gave you a look - one that screamed ‘you’re gonna be kicked out from this job opportunity if you don’t deliver the box now’. Lips instinctively drooping down to the floor, you glanced at the small box.

“He’s our most valuable customer, Y/N.” Your boss sighed. “He’s the only one who orders blood to be delivered to him every single day. He basically funds our bank.”

You held back another sigh. “But I’m a lab tech, not a delivery-”

“A lab tech who just entered today, mind you.” He shook his head, crossing his arms. “Take it as your task today to deliver the box because we have no one else to replace Jungkook right now.”

Shutting your eyes in mental preparation, you hung the lab coat you didn’t even get to put on back on the hook, walking towards the dreaded box and slinging the strap over your shoulder. “I’m going now, Sir.”

Your boss nodded, smiling.




There was no way he was going to step out of the comfort of his home just to find a person wiling enough to let him suck some blood out of their neck so that he would be able to quench his thirst. Yoongi was almost about to throw an embarrassing tantrum over the phone when the blood bank’s CEO said that they didn’t have anyone to deliver the bags to him that day - saying that Jungkook had quit last minute due to his grades dropping and his mom ordering him to make use of his time to study. It was a good thing the CEO promised him that he would get someone to deliver the day’s meal to him just after a few minutes of complaints.


As the clock indicated two hours past twelve though, Yoongi was tempted to get out of his comfort zone and storm up to the bank to collect the bags himself - when the doorbell rang.


“Finally.”


Rushing to open the door, the familiar scent of packaged blood greeted him - along with some other strong, strong sweet scent that made his pupils dilate.


The box of goods was pushed into his face.


“Mi-Min Yoong-gi ssi? H-Here yo-you go.”


Swerving his head to the side, he could see a petite girl, head faced down, arms trembling as she lifted the box.

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows as he took the box from her hands, setting it down on the floor. You looked up when the weight disappeared, regretting your action immediately when your eyes met deep, dark ones. Body shaking, you bowed instantly, turning on your heels to make a run for it.


“Hey.”


You were quickly jerked back as a hand gripped your wrist, turning you to face the taller. Eyes wide, you looked from the hand enclosing your wrist to the vampire in front, gulping. “Y-Yes?”

The male narrowed his eyes on you, brows still knitted together. Leaning his face forward in curiosity, he was hit by a waft of citrusy sweetness - causing him to swallow thickly. At the look on your face, he leaned back. “Sorry.”

You could only whimper in response - much too overwhelmed with the fact that one of your greatest fears had his face that close to yours, and with the coldness surrounding your wrist - touching you too.


Yoongi raised a brow at the sound. “Are you… scared of me?”

“I-I’m I-”

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows once more, “I don’t bite.” He pursed his lips. “I mean, when I don’t need too.”


Another whimper.


Taking a good look at you, he gently released his hold. “I’m sorry.”

You were preparing yourself to run away from the vampire the moment he let you go… but at the soft voice, you couldn’t help but look up.


There was a moment of silence as gazes were exchanged, before the male broke it. Rubbing the back of his neck, he glanced at you, “Thanks for the… stuff.” Biting his lips, he took a brief look at you. “Just, don’t be… yeah.” He went inside, door shutting behind him.




“Thanks.”


You meekly nodded - oddly not trying to leave as fast this time.


You had always been terrified of creatures with fangs ever since you were a little girl. You weren’t sure why but you assumed it had something to do with your aunt who detested vampires for some certain reason, telling you that they were mean, scary, bad creatures. Your parents chided her for doing that though. They told you that vampires weren’t as bad as your aunt made them to be, that they were just as human as you except for the fact that they consumed blood for food.

But seeing a vampire drain your friend in the back of an alley kind of traumatised you.


Yoongi stood by the door much longer than he needed to. Biting the inside of his cheek, he licked his lips, “Y/N right?”

Your eyes widened, “You know my name?”

“I uh,” Yoongi took a deep breath in. “Yes… yes I know your name.”


When the door closed the day before, Yoongi found himself releasing a long breath he didn’t know he had been holding, leaning his back against the wall. Sure he spent his time cooping himself up in his studio working on songs and stuff without any personal contact with anyone in the outside world except for Jungkook and sometimes Hoseok for the past few months, but Yoongi wasn’t the nervous type, so why was he so anxious seeing that particular girl with the scarily addictive scent that was supposedly afraid of him?

Yoongi also found himself calling the blood bank’s CEO to praise the person that delivered the blood bags to him that afternoon - forgetting the little detail that you came hours late - and requested for the same person to deliver blood to him the following day.


“How did you-”

“Are you thirsty?”


You stared at the male.


“I mean, uh, I have drinks and stuff in the fridge… if you want.” Yoongi mentally cursed himself at the randomness. You were clearly terrified of him yesterday why would you even-

“Actually I am quite…” You trailed off, questioning your mentality. “Thirsty.”
“Oh.” Yoongi cleared his throat, surprise in his eyes, moving to the side to make some space, “Come in then?”

You doubted your sanity once again when you willingly stepped into the vampire’s apartment. For all you knew, the guy could be using his vampire powers to play with your mind and lure you in to suck your blood dry but…


“No really, I make the best ramen.” Yoongi gave you a determined look, gums showing in a grin. “My friend Hoseok taught me how to make it one time.” He stared into the distance in wonder, “Don’t know why I even agreed to learn though.”

“I bet you can’t make ramen as nice as I can though.” You unconsciously teased, placing down your glass of water. “I make the best ramen!”

Yoongi gave you a look, lips tempted to curve up into a smile, “Is this a challenge?”

You held in your laughter, “Is it?”


“That’s it, I’m calling Hoseok.”




It was undeniable that Min Yoongi completely ridded you of your fear.
Uncountable weeks were spent catching the bus to Yoongi’s house from the blood bank, spending at least an hour inside talking and doing all sorts of random stuff from Yoongi wanting to hear you sing, to you teaching Yoongi how to make kimbap. Conversations were light-hearted and comfortable and filled with laughter and made your heart flutter from the pure happiness of just listening to his soothing voice… until one particular day.


Yoongi shifted around more than usual, licking his lips more often than usual - not that you were paying attention or anything.


“…Y/N.”


Your eyes met each other’s for the first time since that morning. Slightly nervous at his readable gaze, you bit the inside of your cheek. “Yeah?”

Yoongi stayed still for a second before slowly sitting himself closer to you, bending his face down to your level.


It was like deja-vu.


Except this time, you weren’t trembling in fear but strangely - anticipation.


He took a deep breath in, gently placing his hand on your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek. Gazing at you with so, so much emotion, he whispered, “…Can I?


Heart beating so, so fast, you managed a nod.


Almost instantly, soft lips were pressed against yours, parting gently. Unlike the coolness you felt when his hands graze yours, or when he caresses the top of your head… warmth was what enveloped you. His other hand made its way to the back of your neck, lips ghosting over yours. Gaze never breaking, he almost inaudibly said, “Can I… taste you?

The anxiousness and worry in his eyes was replaced with surprise and happiness and something you couldn’t quite figure out when you nodded once again.




“Sir, where’s the box?”


Your boss spun in his chair. “There’s no box today, apparently. He doesn’t want his meals delivered today.”

Brows furrowing, your lips parted, “But why-”

The male shrugged, sighing, “At least the month’s fees have been paid.” Giving you a smile, he continued, “Guess you can start on your work early today, huh?”


You were about to answer when your phone vibrated.



Morning. Meet me at the park near my place after work… please?




Never would Yoongi have thought that the first time he’d be stepping his foot outside of his apartment would be to meet up with someone - and on his own accord at that.

But that someone was unknowingly filling up the hole he didn’t know he had in his dead heart…


And never had Yoongi felt so alive.



“Yoongi!” You ran up towards the male once you caught sight of that familiar beanie.

The million questions that bombarded you at work started popping up at the silent stare - how you thought that maybe your blood tasted so bad that Yoongi didn’t have any appetite to eat for the entire day and-


“Thank you.”


You snapped out of your daze, looking up at the guy.


At your visible confusion, Yoongi took a step closer. “For letting me drink… your blood yesterday.” He rambled on, pursing his lips, “I never got the chance to properly thank you. I felt full all day yesterday and couldn’t even finish the bags you delivered and today I didn’t even feel hungry at all, just satisfied and-”


“Wait, so my blood didn’t taste bad?”


Yoongi gave you a look, lips quirking up into a soft smile at your relieved face. Hands cupping your cheeks, he bent down to nuzzle your nose with his. “You tasted like the perfect melody, like the laughter you blessed me with when Hoseok chose your ramen, like the recording of your singing that lulls me to sleep every night, like…” he swallowed thickly, so, so nervous, “like the urge to tell you I love you since day one.”


Your eyes widened, blush creeping up your cheeks.


“I love you.” Yoongi said, anxious but sure. “Do you-”


Shy lips cut him off in a peck.


Face so, so red, you hurriedly pulled back, diverting your eyes from a largely grinning Min Yoongi.


“You know I’m gonna cancel all my deliveries from now on.”

At that, you whipped your head up to him, eyes wide, “Why-”

Yoongi gave that gummy smile from day two.



Because I don’t need a blood bank anymore, I need you.

“Do not hold on to negative beliefs/perspectives that cause you to unconsciously react to people, places or situations in a negative way. Stop identifying with thoughts that are not in alignment with your inner space of deep stillness, joy and freedom.”   ~Anon I mus

Future Gospel Clip: The Tragedy of SHIKI’s Sacrifice

So I mentioned the other day in my Ryougi Shiki character development analysis and response to this reblog from @voidshiki about how this moment from the 8th Kara no Kyoukai film chokes me up. I’ll explain why below the cut.

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          why  does  no  one  talk  about  how  strong  josh  is  ?  because  i  mean  ,  he  managed  to  knock  ashley  and  chris  out  with  one  punch  .  on  more  than  one  occasion  too  .  he  managed  to  drag  ashley’s  unconscious  body  with  one  arm  and  then  proceed  to  position  her  so  she  was  dangling  by  her  wrists  despite  her  dead  weight  .  and  he  managed  to  get  both  chris  and  ashley  positioned  in  the  chairs  and  tied  up  ,  while  they  were  passed  out  ?  that  takes  some  strength  man  .

Blurb #25- Joji

Anon Request: 25 with joji?

Anon Request: 25 w joji too please (:

“If you don’t stop right now…”


You and Joji had been invited out to dinner with some of his friends but you had some other things in mind for that night. Eventually, Joji managed to drag you out of the house and into a somewhat fancy restaurant where you guys met up with his friends and were escorted to a table. Your mind was elsewhere, not paying attention when being spoken to so you continuously had to be snapped back into reality. You unconsciously placed your hand on George’s thigh and rubbed him softly as you looked around the dimmed venue admiring the decor. Joji tried swatting you away. Looking down at his hands, you smiled to yourself. He had an erection and was trying to hide it from you.

“You okay?” you asked him in a low whisper, you leaned in, making sure no one saw and lightly placed a kiss below his ear.

He ignored you, but flared his nostrils and exhaled deeply, nonetheless. His friends continued on with their conversation, too distracted by the words they tried to interject each other with that they weren’t necessarily focused on you and what you were doing. You slowly creeped your hand back onto his thigh and he no longer had himself hunched over. George was sat straight up chewing his food in his mouth without a care in the world until you placed his hand on his thigh once more. You enjoyed seeing him wriggle around in public when coming into inappropriate contact with him. He cleared his throat obnoxiously and tried eating his food in peace. Taking a sip of his drink, you placed your hand on his crotch as you pretended to look around. Joji choked on his water once you palmed him, gently squeezing him through his jeans. Spilling some of his water, his friends looked over for a split second.

“Geez,” one of them laughed, “Clumsy much?”

They went back to speaking and you turned to Joji and smiled as you said, “Let me help you.” as you grabbed the table clothed napkins and went straight for his region. He grabbed your wrist abruptly before you could even touch him. His eyes were dark and his jaw was clenched, you challenged him by smiling.

“If you don’t stop right now…” he said in a low raspy growl.

“What cha gonna do about it?” you whispered as you bit your lip, inching your hand up his thigh.

“Cut it out.” he protested, “Or else-“

“You gonna punish me?” you teased.

“You better hope and pray God helps you because the second we get home, I’m fucking the living shit out of you until your goddamn soul leaves your body.” he spoke into your ear as he clutched the back of your neck.

“Are you threatening me?” you giggled, wanting him to mean his words.

“Oh, baby. That’s a promise.” he smirked.

Placing your hand on his crotch once more, palming him to allow more friction onto him, he got up quickly, threw some money on the table and grabbed you, “We’re gonna head home. Y/N doesn’t feel too good.” he lied.

His friends understood and said their goodbyes to the both of you, but little did they know you were actually in for a wild night.

Louder Than Words [KHR]

A.N - For the Fandom Bingo card spot 4-1; Giotto.

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“Someone burned down the St. Peter’s orphanage last night,” G reports. Then, as if his words weren’t enough to give Giotto a heart attack, “All the children were present and accounted for, and unharmed. Apparently someone snuck in last night and got them all out before they sent the place up.”

“The children report a stranger dressed in a very fine cloak walking into their rooms sometime shortly after two in the morning,” Alaude picks up. He’s got a page of notes in his hand. “They couldn’t see his face, but they all mentioned feeling extrodinarily safe around him, and that he promised no harm would come to any of them, and he was only there to, and here I quote several of the children, ‘Take the bad people that were hurting them away’.”

Giotto leans back in his chair. “They were abusing the children?” he whispers, now horrified for a different reason.

“They were,” Alaude says, and there’s a coldness in his voice and features that can’t be faked. “I spoke with all of them at length, and they all said that they were punished for various small offenses, both real and imagined. Not picking up their clothes off the floor, not walking the way the caretakers wanted, refusing to eat certain foods because they either didn’t like the taste or were allergic. The list goes on.” He lays the paper down in front of Giotto. “But in either case, this man knew about all those things, and he promised he would see those who hurt the children punished. The children were all too happy to comply.”

“From what we were told,” G says in a tired voice. “They spent the rest of the night outside playing tag and chasing each other while the place burned. The guy gave them pillows and blankets and told them where to find wild forage if they got hungry. He also, apparently, told them how to find us.”

“They walked right up to us when we were looking at the orphanage.”

Giotto rubs his face. “This person, he knows us.”

“Clearly. Or at least knows of you. He told the children if they heard the name Giotto di Vongola, to seek you out. That you would treat them kindly, and find them good homes.” Alaude lays a second paper down. “Descriptions, based on the children. A couple managed to get a peek beneath the cloak, though not at his face. Whoever he was, he was dressed very…”

“Plainly,” Giotto notes, looking at the scribbles. A farmer’s shirt and pants, no tie, no fancy identifiers save the cloak. “Do we have anything to go off of?”

“Only that this isn’t his first time doing this.” Alaude shows him another paper, this one a map with red dots. “Every major orphanage he’s been sighted at, almost half of them have gone up in flames because of negligence and abuse of the children. In several of those, orderlies were found tied down and gagged while they burned alive. These ones were all knocked unconscious before the place was lit, but the fact remains. Whoever is doing this is a murderer.”

Giotto’s hand clenches on the arm of his chair. Murderer. He hates these types, the ones that take vigilante justice for others. 

You were one of those, once. Don’t forget.

He scowls. “We’ll find him. Are there any orphanages he hasn’t been at?”

“St. Joseph’s, St. Augustus’ and St. Joan’s.”

“Where do we start?”

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anonymous asked:

Both Mulder and Scully: If you were the other sex for a day, what are five things you would do?

“Mulder, if you could be anyone else for a day, who would it be?”

They had hadn’t seen the exterior of the car for hours. Mulder had insisted they drive through the night, and Scully had insisted that she would stay awake with him. She was giggly, drunk on tiredness, and talking continuously so as to stay awake. He wasn’t even sure she was conscious of the words coming out of her mouth at this point. 

Laughing, reaching across the center console to grip her thigh playfully, he tossed back his answer, “Oh, that one’s easy Scully. I’d be you.”

He could feel her eyes shining with intrigue and he could sense her form as she leaned closer to him, smiling as she questioned, “And why is that?”

“Well, you see, Scully, I’ve got a few things I’d like to do. First, I want to know what it’s like not to have to stand stooped over underneath the shower head in order to wash your hair.” Her laugh rang out as she unconsciously placed her hand over his, still resting on her thigh. “Secondly, I’d like to go through your phone book and give every man in there a call, telling them that I won’t ever be seeing them again. This would, of course, be followed by a ceremonious burning of said book.” He paused for a moment to soak in the warmth of her smile, allowing his love for her and the darkness inside of the car to give him the courage to continue and say what he knows he should not. 

“I’d take a hot bath, drink a cup of tea, faithfully follow through in the complete ritual of Dana Scully’s daily existence because I don’t want to miss out on a single experience. And lastly, most importantly, I’d kick off all of my sweet little Scully clothes, lie back in bed, and spend hours upon hours touching myself, finding what feels good, what feels better, and what feels like so much all at once that I can hardly stand it. And before you scoff– before you curse me for being awful– Please hear out my reasoning.”

The car is silent as he draws in a sharp breath, knowing that there’s no going back. 

“It’s for science, Scully. Important research. How could I ever pass up such an incredibly rich, life altering experience? How could I not take the opportunity to learn how to please you like only you know how? What an incredible, wonderful, exciting chance to learn how to make my Scully feel better than she ever knew was possible.”

The car is quiet, the road is empty, his heart is pounding in his chest. An echo, a tiny voice that fills him up with wonder and love and relief and lust all at once, barely makes itself heard, “Well, if it’s for science, then I suppose I can’t condemn it.” And with that, she squeezes his hand, leans her head against the car window, and falls asleep.

Huntress- Part Five: Let’s Kill Hitler

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E5, so (duh)warning: SPOILERS

Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four

A/N : I’m sorry it’s late again and sorry it’s a little shorter but I’m trying really hard. These are written from memory btw so I’m aware not everything is in here and for what is in here it’s not all that accurate. But I am trying. There is only one of me so bear with. Tysm for reading and I always appreciate any kind of feedback, if you want to be tagged in any upcoming parts let me know ^^

Walking towards the kitchen, you realised you didn’t feel as much of an intruder as you had done previously. It felt good to walk in the room knowing the routine a little more than the last times. It seemed to be some sort of custom to just lounge about the kitchen for a while, eat some breakfast, have some coffee…or in your case hot chocolate…and discuss the next case. Your Uncle Dean was sat down, his head buried in what must have been this weeks’ newspaper. For once it wasn’t a pie. If there was one thing you’d learnt over the past month, it was that your Uncle Dean loved pie. 

You pour the boiling water in a mug, stirring the cocoa powder before sitting down next to him. “Morning, sunshine.” He remarked. You smile lightly.
“You okay?” He frowned, his green eyes squinting slightly as his brows creased.
“Yeah…just tired.”
“I hear that.” He nodded, going back to look at the paper.
“What happened to your Dad?” You asked after taking a sip.
He paused from reading , put the paper down, and sighed. “We were in a car crash. He uh…he didn’t make it.”
You looked down, it was almost more shocking to hear that a Hunter had died from something other than a supernatural creature. You were expecting a demon or werewolf or something. But not that. “I’m really sorry.” You say respectfully.
“Don’t be, kid. At least he didn’t make a deal or something.” He picked the paper back up as if to say that the conversation was over, but he stopped himself from going back to reading and turned to you: “Did Mom say anything to you…before she uh, you know.”
Your heart broke, he was so hopeless and obviously not coping well without her. He couldn’t even bring himself to say it.
“She  just said she was proud of you both…and me I guess. Said she wanted me to look out for you,” He smiled at this “She said I belonged here.”
“Do you think you do?” He asked
“I am a Winchester…half of one anyway.”
“Family don’t end in blood, kid.” He said. The way he said it was as though he was quoting  something…or someone. Whoever said it, he was clearly in agreement.

Footsteps broke the comfortable silence as your Dad entered the scene. He had two shopping bags in his arms as he strode towards the counter. Planting them on the top, he smiled at the pair  of you. “I brought pie.” He declared.
A voice next to you mumbled “Not hungry.”. You shared a confused look with your Dad., who questioned him “You sure?”.
“I found a case.” Your Uncle Dean ignored the question. “Two people have died in a mystery fire.”
“And a mystery fire is?” You frown, taking the paper from his hands and holding it so that your Dad, who  had wandered over, could see too.
“The kind of fire that only burns the bodies. No sign of a fire anywhere else in the building.” He explained, pointing towards the picture on the front. It was of two piles of ash. You grimaced a little. “What…you thinking cursed object?” Your Dad said, taking a sip of coffee.
“Maybe. Or ghost possession.”
“You sure you’re up for it?” Your Dad raised an eyebrow at you, he didn’t say it but you figured he’d be referring to the last hunt. But you knew hunting was dangerous. You’d already accepted that.
“I’m sure.”
“Okay. But for once maybe do as I say?” He smirked “You know, like don’t run off or anything.”
“Oh you said don’t run off?” You chuckle, making him laugh.
“Come on, I’ll grab the duffle’s.”

Another car ride in Baby. It was beginning to feel so normal to you, her low hum as she took you to the next case. You relaxed in the back seat, pulling your phone out of your pocket and glancing down at the notifications- most of which you swiped away.


Your Dad went in first, followed by you, then your Uncle. The shop was definitely an antique shop. It had all sorts of bits and bobs. You noticed there was a significant number of boats on display on the balcony the floor above you. “No one’s in. Split up. I’ll check out the computer.” Your Dad said.
“Okay. Kiddo you look around. I’ll be on the first floor.” He headed to the stairs and you nodded in response. You look about the place. Lots of globes ,maps, and mannequins dressed in retro clothing littered the room. A jewellery cabinet looking old enough to be an antique itself displayed some frankly hideous items.
You searched the nooks and cranny’s of the place but no such luck. Nothing interesting anyway. A clutter sounded, making you and your Dad’s heads turn up to see your Uncle Dean’s arms fumbling about the place in attempt to catch a model boat. You giggle, alerting to him he had an audience. Your Dad smiled at your happy face in such a strange situation. He admired your ability to find such small things entertaining. He wanted your optimism on the inside. A gruff “Shut up.” Came from your Uncle.
You follow after him, your hand tracing the banister of the twisting steps. Old and large paintings covered the yellow-stained walls.
It smelt really strange, but it wasn’t sulfur- a sort of dusty and old musk. You grimaced slightly before following after your Uncle. His hands traced the tops of the book shelves searching for hex bags.

You frowned, annoyed by the place. Everything was normal, which was the problem- too normal. You turned your head when a clicking sound came from behind you. What appeared to be a regular bookshelf had been shifted to the right and behind it was a dark room. Your Uncle Dean glanced back at you and you shared an impressed look. Hurrying over, you found the light switch.

In front of the two of you were looming mannequins dressed in Nazi-Germany attire. Their pale uniforms and swastikas were glaring symbols of hatred. You look around in disgust. Everything was set up like it was a freeze frame from a play or strange idolised production.
“Sammy!”

Rushing footsteps neared you both as you continued to stare. The footsteps then slowed to a halt: “Wow.”.
You took a step forward, being the first to actually fully enter the room and walk around the desk. The most worrying thing was that everything looked genuine. Everything was genuine.

“Well this is normal.” Your Uncle Dean remarked, his eyebrows knitted together with concern for whomever put the shrine together.
“Yeah…totally normal.” Your Dad nodded.


You hold your gun up, it’s nose facing a girl tied to a chair. She had terrified eyes and was shaking her head as much as possible. You lower it and rush over, cutting the pieces of rope binding her pale wrists. You open your mouth to call your Dad, but stop yourself. “Hey you okay?” You ask Ellie, giving up on calling for them.
“What the hell is going on?” She said, her face expecting answers.
“I’ll explain in a minute, but it’s not all that safe here.” You say, gesturing for her to move.

Your Dad and Uncle walk in. “Why didn’t you call?” Your Dad frowned, putting his gun in his pocket and going over to help Ellie, only his eyes never left yours. 
You shrug awkwardly. heading back to keep watch.

The moment you turned the corner of the hallway you practically walked into two tall men. You take a stride backwards, staring up at them to see what they would do. 
The lunge towards you, guns in hand. You kick the pistol out of the right ones hand, it clattered to the floor an he shouted something in German. Hopefully that would be enough to let the others know they were soon to be in trouble.The other took aim and shot, you dodged behind the wall and cocked your gun. 
“Y/N!” Your Uncle Dean shouted, almost walking into you. He sighed with relief only to be thrown to the side by one of the men. He grunted, struggling to get back up. 

You shove one of them with all your might, you don’t think he was expecting you to. He fell against the wall and you grabbed his gun this time. One down.
This time you were the one taken by surprise: your body hit the wall only to be lifted by one of the men. He looked you up and down, dragging you to the floor.
Your Dad then burst in “Hey!” He threw the man off you and they got into a full on fight. You watched, unsure of what to do. To your left you noticed your Uncle Dean fighting the other man. You grabbed a metal bar lying on the floor and in one clean hit he was out cold. 
“Thanks.” Your Uncle caught his breath, standing back up straight.
You smile a little and turn round where the other one was unconscious also.

Your Dad placed his arm on your back and gently took you back into the main room. “You okay?” He asked, glancing round nervously.
“I’m fine.” You smiled…then you frowned “Where’s Ellie?”

The three of you turned on the spot to try and see where she went. You head to one of the offices where she went to hide earlier. Your Dad pointed above your head to where the window was open. Looking out of it, you tried to find a sign of someone but nothing. “She legged it” You mumbled, slamming it shut and picking up a gun off the floor.


You, your Dad and your Uncle were sat at one of the cafes near where the case was. You had a hot chocolate and were sat next to your Dad. He had his laptop up, researching as usual. He seemed to prefer the theory side of things where as Uncle Dean was much more into the field work- anything practical.

“We have no idea where she could be. For all we know, they already found her. All I’m saying.” Your Dad mentioned, looking at Dean instead of you.
“Still, we have some whatever percentage of the DNA of Adolf Hitler walking around. She’s more than wanted at this point. They need her.” Dean replied.
You smiled awkwardly at a Waitress walking by who gave you a stern look.

Out of nowhere Christoph sat down next to Uncle Dean. “Hi.” He looked directly at you before looking between the three of you. You’d questioned him earlier about the wacky plan to bring back Hitler. It was mental.
“Hi…?” You replied, not sure what else to say.
“I can help you guys.” He said decisively.
“Okay.” Your Dad nodded slowly, still a little taken back by Christoph’s approach.
“Why the hell should we trust you?” Uncle Dean asked.
“Why not? I gave you information before, didn’t I? Look, I’m fed up of this life and I want out. Do you have any idea how hard it is to be the kid of a maniac?”
You wanted to nod but instead you just shrugged before adding “I mean…he’s got a point.”

“What have you got for us?” Your Dad questioned, a little more uncertain than you.
“I can take you to, Ellie. But you have to trust me.”


You pulled up to what appeared to be a massive warehouse. Guards patrolled the outside like it were a prison. You got out, watching your Dad suspiciously as he had his hands round his back as he neared Christoph. He held up some handcuffs and locked him to the car, sitting him back down in the front seat. “What so you don’t trust me?”
No one spoke.
“You’re just gonna leave me here?” 
“Pretty much.” Uncle Dean nodded, taking out his gun.
Your Dad handed you a torch and stopped you going to the boot to get a gun. “You’re on guard duty. Make sure he doesn’t blow our cover.” He nodded to Christoph.
“Seriously?” You frown, pouting.
“It’s safer for you. I don’t want you getting hurt.” He sighed, turning around to show it wasn’t up for discussion.
“Don’t even think about following me, Missy.” Uncle Dean warned, pointing at you.

You sigh and get in the drivers seat. You didn’t bother lecturing the poor man, he wouldn’t blow your cover. He wasn’t that stupid.
“You’re not actually listening to them are you?” He laughed bitterly.
You ignored him.
“No offence, but it looks to me like they’re way too protective. You obviously know how to fight. You might as well follow on.” 
You sit there in silence, contemplating doing something incredibly stupid but potentially helpful to them. You sighed, unlocking the handcuff from the car and snapping it round his other wrist.

You grabbed a sniper rifle, looking forward to using something other than a pistol for once. You grinned at the firearm and loaded the ammo. “Okay, is there like a skylight or something?” You asked.
“Yeah, right ahead.” He nodded. You grabbed his arm and dragged him with you. 
Reaching the open window you climbed onto a ledge and peered inside. There, was Ellie strapped to some sort of Hospital-like bed. She was hooked up to a blood transfusion machine. Her face was like death. There was another bed next to her where her blood was being pumped into…well…Hitler.

“One wrong move and I’ll start aiming this thing elsewhere.” You hissed, unlocking Christoph from the cuffs. He smirked, taking the pistol.
You were about to shoot at him when he aimed it through the window directly at his father. You shot your hand out and lowered the gun. “Not yet. We need to be sure.”
You were worried if nothing else…dd he really hate his Dad so much he was willing to pull the trigger?
Just then a crash and shouts could be heard. You leaned in, lining up the scope so it was targeted at the man lying down.
“In came three armed men, their weapons forcing your Dad and Uncle to abide to them. No one had noticed you two.

You both watched in anticipation. Was this for real? Did Hitler really plan this far into a return?
It was impressive…if not sick.

Everyone was watching when the führer rose. He pulled the tubes away from his bare chest, not bothering to cover himself any more than he had already. He then laughed. It was an amused laugh, loud and full of relief. He slapped one of his comrades on the back, so amused by the situation for some bizarre reason.

“He’s a tad odd.” You whispered to his son, who laughed lightly.
“Sure is.”

You then noticed Ellie stirring in the bed. She dragged herself onto her feet, barely staying upright. Her shaking hands reached for a gun on the table. She then froze, her eyes fixed on yours. You nodded slowly. She nodded back.

You hold the trigger, your finger just applying enough pressure for it to not move. The cross was lined up perfectly on one of their heads. He wasn’t Hitler, but he was still a Nazi. You pressed down. The shot rang out and the man fell to the floor, the bullet having gone straight for his brain. All heads turned to the window you were at but you ducked beneath cover and dragged Christoph down with you. “That should be enough to kickstart something.” You noted aloud.

“We should help.” You decided, getting ready to stand but this time he dragged you back down. “No way.”
You frowned at him. 
“It’s too dangerous. Let’s just go back to the car.” He suggested instead.
You sighed. But what if they were in trouble?

Before you could resist he tugged you towards the Impala and, too your amazement, cuffed himself to the car. He then held out the gun for you to take. You did. Putting it back in the boot along with the sniper you frowned. “Why didn’t you run? You could have just left.”

“Something tells me your Dad doesn’t want me cuffed to the car for the rest of our lives. I figure you’ll let me go soon.”

You sat on the hood, your legs swinging off the side because they didn’t quite reach the ground. “Are you gonna go back to Germany?” You wondered aloud.
He laughed “No…are you gonna go back to England?”
You were taken by surprise. Not that you had a reason to be, after all you didn’t have an American accent. You thought about it before admitting defeat. “…No.”

You looked up to see your Dad and Uncle heading back tot he car. Safe and in one piece still. You smiled, relieved to know they were okay. “I said don’t move.” Your Dad scolded, his eyes squinting at you.
You grin “You said keep watch. I did.”
“And she didn’t let you go?” He turned to Christoph.
“Not once.” He winked at you when you Dad turned his back, making you blush.

“Okay, let’s go.”


“Did I mention I killed Hitler?” Uncle Dean poked his head round the door to say those same words for the billionth time.
You glared at him. It was no longer amusing. 
“Did I mention you were annoying?” You remarked.
“Once or twice.” 

Your Dad chuckled, grabbing his coffee and sitting down on the sofa next to you. “How are you doing?” He asked, looking at you with an expression that said ‘this is going to be a serious conversation whether you like it or not’.

You sighed. “I’m okay.” 
“You getting used to life like this, huh?” 
“Yeah I guess. It’s just so different.”
“I know it’s been a huge change for you. You’re taking it really well.” The way he spoke wasn’t patronising like you were expecting, he actually respected the sacrifices you’d made. He understood.
“Yeah…”
“I understand if you don’t want to talk about it, but…how did your Mom die?” He asked gently, as if aware you could snap.
“They shot her.”
“Why?” You knew he wasn’t asking rudely.
“She didn’t agree with their way of hunting. England used to be like this- everyone who hunted did it their way. Then the rich and posh lot met the Men Of Letters and decided Hunting needed a change. They’re typical snobs…they don’t care about how it affects you.” 
“And so they shot her?” He sounded so amazed.
“She had close connections with the US and their Hunting customs. She just refused to allow communication. So they tried to get her to give in through me, only I wasn’t fully trained at the time. So they got to me through her….at least they tried to…”
“How did they do it?”
“They just shot her, right in front of me. I got home from school and…” You sucked in a deep breath “I still didn’t tell them anything.”
“I’m so sorry.” He looked down respectfully, as though it were a funeral. A funeral of thoughts.

“Me too.”


Part Six: Reaper

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Overcoming the fixity of the body is the hardest part of initiation…there is a lot of unconscious resistance taking place. There is also a great deal of fear to overcome. One must travel to the other side of fear, crossing the great plains of terror and panic to arrive at the quiet one feels in the absence of fear. Only then does true transformation really begin to happen. It feels strange to not be afraid when one thinks one should be; but this is the condition of the voyage to other worlds. This metamorphosis cannot happen as long as the body is weighed down by heaviness. One must go through a process of relearning, enforcement of these lessons, and the consolidation of new knowledge. This kind of education is nothing less than a return to one’s true self, that is, to the divine within us.
—  Malidoma Patrice Some - Of Water and the Spirit: ritual, magic, and Initiation in the life of an African shaman.
Haikyuu!! - Before You Forget

This was my submission for the HQ Ghibli Zine which was unfortunately discontinued. However, some of the creators are very kindly organising a free PDF to compile all the submissions for the zine, which you will probably find available soon!

The version that I’m submitting for the zine is a cut version because of word limit constraints but here is the full uncut version of the fic. Enjoy!

This fic is a collab with the brillant @matchacha and you can find their artwork here! ky ♡ matchacha 5eva

Title: Before You Forget

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kurodai

Summary: Spirited Away-inspired AU. There are some memories that always stay with you.

While moving back to Miyagi, Daichi loses his son in the forest and goes in search of him, only to find himself in a different world altogether where he meets a certain shadowy spirit. Also found here on AO3.

Word count: 5,588

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