#kishimotowrites

[chewiewrites]

recast status update winks bye

.. how DARE you . jhbure one of these days i’ll block u ok. ( i really wanted to do this but the story is SO bad, and the dialogue is so problematic that i just.... i just don’t even want to go there nhjbtuiro )

send me a show that is no longer on the air/making new episodes and i’ll tell you my fancast for a reboot!

[savvwrites]

macho man™ and wendy bird: “ Sorry i was never good like you. ”

        the fight had started like most others did with the pair. they never meant for it to get escalated... it just did. but, when you’re coming from worlds as opposed as theirs, squabbles here and there made sense.

        it didn’t make this dig hurt any less.

        she couldn’t help where she came from, any more than he could. yet, it seemed to be the first thing they always threw in each other’s faces when arguments became heated. she had a hard time seeing why he’d be risking his life, selling what he did, and he seemed to have a hard time seeing her big problem with it. it made them both want to tear their hair out whenever the topic came up.

        sorry i was never good like you.

        good? she could have laughed (if her eyes weren’t brimming with tears, something that she tried so hard to blink away). she didn’t feel so good anymore, not with the decisions she was making now. she was sure her father agreed. a gap year wasn’t exactly something good darling children did.

        “you know, peter? i’m sorry. you’re right. you’re right about it all.” she began, balling her hands up into fists at her side. “i’m just trying to keep you, and all these boys safe, that’s all i care about.

        you’re right. you do what you have to do to survive, and you’re right that i don’t understand that.” she said, now pacing around the small room above the warehouse. she saw him start to open his mouth, but held her hand up, her silent tears now ones of fury.

        “but you’re wrong about me. i’m trying, peter. i really, really am. do you think i go home and forget about all this? that i sit in my ivory tower and live a double life, either here or not? no! every second we’re apart, i’m so worried for you i forget how to breathe. i wonder what’s going to happen next, if what happened to us will happen to you again? but this time lily can’t help you, or we never find you. then who will be right?”

        silence.

        for once. there was silence.

        maybe she had gone to far, digged to much.

        god knows she pushed him too hard sometimes.

        she deflated, anger dissapating she she collasped onto the mattress, hands over her face. worried billowed off of her like a storm.

        maybe she didn’t say the right thing.

[savvwrites]

✞ for Macho Man ™ and mama bird

✞: my muse taking care of your muse while their sick

     peter didn’t call her, slightly did. that was mostly what happened when things went sideways at the warehouse. peter was too big to admit he needed help, but slightly was smart enough to see when wendy could be an asset in certain situations. she didn’t mind at all, in fact, she encouraged and welcomed it. she wanted to help in any way she could, and this? this was easy.

     it only took a short trip to the pharmacy and a bit of begging the chef at the house to abandon his planned lunch and fix her something different. within an hour, she had everything she needed.

     ever since the incident, peter didn’t like her walking to and from the warehouse alone. usually he’d walk her there and back, but it was the middle of the day on a tuesday. he could be mad at her when he was better. besides, the walk was nice. it was starting to get warm outside again, so the sunshine felt great on her back and she strolled down the street. her nice neighborhood slowly turning more industrial, the number of people walking with her on the street dwindling the closer she got to the warehouse.

     she took the backway in, not wanting to knock and alert all the lost boys to her presence. slightly was waiting at the back window for her, unlocking it when she tapped lightly.

     “he’s not gonna be super happy about this.”

     “he’ll get over it.” wendy countered, stepping in through the window, careful not to drop her filled bag. slightly smirked, gesturing over to the small office in the corner. wendy, carefully and quietly, walking over tapping lightly on the door before letting herself in.

     the office was small, never meant to be a bedroom. in fact, it was hardly ever used as one except for situations like this. peter would usually sleep out in the sleeping bags with the rest of the lost boys, but had this room with an old mattress in it for times he needed to get away, or for times he needed to quarantine himself off.

     oh, and the office was a good place to stash the hundreds and hundreds of prescription pill bottles he stole and sold, keeping it out of the hands of curious lost boys.

     “hey.” wendy’s voice was light, sweet, but there was a certain affirmativeness behind it now. peter was sitting up against the wall, wiping his red nose with a napkin. “you look like hell.”

     she wasn't sure if he snorted in laughter of blew his nose, but she laughed anyways. she pulled everything out of her bag, setting it on the table. for a man that sold prescriptions as his day job, not having dayquil in his stock seemed pretty hilarious. after a bit of protest, she managed to get him to take the medicine and eat the lunch she’d brought. hot and sour soup was always a favorite of hers when she was sick. she hoped peter would enjoy it all the same, and if he didn’t, at least he was pretending to.

   she stayed for a few hours, trying to get at lest one more dose of dayquil in him before she left for the night. she stayed and kept him company while he got some more, much needed, rest, and made sure slightly knew that he had to be in charge until peter was a functioning human once more.

     she glanced outside. the sun was beginning to set. it was a thirty minute walk home, if she did it briskly. walking to the warehouse during the day was one thing. she’d be lying if she said that walking back at night didn’t spook her.

     she leaned down to give him a kiss goodbye, but he moved his head.

     “yourgongetsick.” he said, in one long slew of words. she laughed, the melodic ring echoing through the small room. with a firm hand on his chin and an even firmer press of her lips against his, she smiled. “hun, i would have gotten sick anyways.”

     with one last kiss and making him promise to take more medicine when he woke up again, she left the room. she waved a goodbye at slightly and apologized to toodles, who was upset when he found out wendy was there and didn’t say hello, she snuck back out the back window and into the fading afternoon.

[yamiexe]

I'll NEVER got over it.

Thank you Kishimoto.

But now, give us some narusasu/sasunaru pls.

[chewiewrites]

closes eyes n drops a 🍓then POOFS

... i am rejecting ur request to be complimented. jk ilu sm. BUT !!! AAH okay, you’re very funny !! i don’t think you realize it , but you make me laugh a lot . i think your sense of humor ( minus the dad jokes smh ) is p excellent :tm: you’re also a great rp/writing partner! <3 even tho we both lil slow turtles, it’s always fun to know that the time i take to reply won’t affect ur passion for our dynamics!

send me a 🍓 and ill compliment u!

[nightsistcrs]

4, 16, 18, 26, 29 from a curious american! :)

4. favourite dish specific for your country?

ngl english dishes kinda suck. and most of our food is stolen from other cultures but for the sake of the question i’ll say fish and chips!

16. which stereotype about your country you hate the most and which one you somewhat agree with?

i guess that british people have bad teeth? you all have just seen too much jeremy kyle. unsure what i agree with, tbh i dont really know any stereotypes of english ppl

18. do you speak with a dialect of your native language?

not a dialect but i have a pretty heavy accent, since i’m from the north

26. does your nationality get portrayed in Hollywood/American media? what do you think about the portrayal?

lmaooo british people in american films are NOT what british people actually are. we’re not all middle-class poshies that love the queen

28. does your country have a lot of lakes, mountains, rivers? do you have favourites?

there’s loads of mountains mostly in scotland and wales that are beautiful, we also have plenty of lakes and rivers. i particularly love mount snowdon in wales and the lake district

[sh0gunate]

hey pretty girl

i want *jimin to call me a pretty girl

[savvwrites]

Kier @ Jo: “All my choices led me to you.”

kier says to jo, “all my choices led me to you.”

fights were rare. normally they were over matters the two had agreed long ago to ignore. normally, they would spawn over something trivial they were too stubborn to agree about, but by the time night came, they always agreed to table it.

there was one fight that always stuck out in her head, however. one fight that lasted longer than the others, and caused more pain than the others.

of course, what jo did wasn’t right, and she knew it. she’d even admitted it, but for once, it didn’t seem to be enough. and of course, the girl wouldn’t apologize for it. she never apologized when it came to this subject.

which is perhaps why they fought the most about it.

he ignored her for two days after she came back... which she deserved.

no answered texts, no answered calls... which she deserved.

it was only until the one day chiron let rain into the camp’s boundaries did she give up. tugging on her rainboots, she marched over to the morpheus cabin, rain and siblings be damned. she couldn’t handle the radio silence anymore.

but of course, it was gabe who answered the door. his eyes briefly lit up when he saw the daughter of hecate, before falling again, glancing back into his cabin.

“jo. he —”

“i know, gabe. please. i need to talk to him.”

gabe pursed his lips, holding the door firmly.

“he's really upset.”

“... i know.”

gabe glanced at her once more, perhaps with a sad gaze, before giving up with a sigh, letting the soaking wet girl stand in the doorway. ben came toddling out of his room, giving her a wide, toothy grin. she tried hard to return it, though her heart wasn’t in it.

gabe ushered the toddler back to their half of the cabin. he tried to give her a reassuring glance, but all it did was cause her stomach to churn with ice.

she did knock. to be fair. she knocked once, twice, and then three times before she got a begrudging answer from the other side. her heart skipped a beat, but she ignored it. not waiting to say who it was, jo pushed open the door to his room.

she shouldn’t hurt when she saw him. it should be the opposite. he always erased the hurt, made it go away... but now, just seeing the messy hair and the too-cool stature set a vice around her heart. not helping the fact was the steely gaze, and the book she’d loaned him sitting open on his bed. 

julius ceaser.

how appropriate.

she swallowed down the immense guilt, and shut the door behind her.

there was no yelling. no command to get out.

just silence.

she almost wished he’d yell. she at least knew how to deal with that.

instead, she stood for a moment or two, half hoping he would say something (but really, knowing he wouldn’t).

“i know what i did was wrong.” she started, crossing her arms. gently, she waited to see if he would say anything. he didn’t, merely mirroring her movements, leaning back.

great.

she swallowed, and continued. “and i really, really am sorry for breaking our promise. i just —” she rocked back and forth on her heels, hearing the water drip off of her and onto the carpet. “i lost myself for a minute. i panicked. i didn’t know what to do.” her eyes darted anywhere but him, even though his stance didn’t change.

the floor. the plush carpet of the morpheus cabin was always something she envied. 

the bed. very nights spent there, but a first kiss shared and maybe stolen after that.

the book. betrayal. in the back of her heard, she wondered if he was reading it for that reason.

the walls. not much, but the photos are what made it hurt. she tried not to focus on them.

“i’m just not used to having someone else that cares and it just didn’t compute in my brain... i’m not saying i forgot i’m just...” she lost her trail, digging herself into a deeper grave, emotion threatening to take over her voice. she took a breath, calming down enough to get her eyes to stop burning.

“i can’t say i’m sorry for going, okay? i can’t. but i am sorry i didn’t tell you. i’m sorry i left in the middle of the night and didn’t answer you. i’m sorry i waited until i came back to try and find you, okay? it wasn’t fair and it wasn’t right.”

there it was. all out there. angrily, she wiped at the wetness on her cheeks she knew wasn’t the rain, and waited for a reaction.

it took a while, several minutes of silence with just the dull pound of rain on the roof. several minutes of shared stares... but it wasn’t the same, loving ones. a trust had been broken. pain had been struck, and not just the physical.

“all my choices led me to you.” he said, simply, once jo finally thought she was going to lose it from the silence. “and this is how you repay that.”

if she was shaking before, it was nothing compared to now. her whole body trembled as the weight of his words crashed over her.

he was right. he was always right. maybe that is why it hurt the most. 

from the moment she stepped out of the magical barriers of camp she knew this would happen. she knew there was no going back.

and yet she couldn’t stop herself.

no.

she didn’t stop herself.

maybe that was where she started crying. she didn’t remember. all she remembered what the guilt and shame that came with it. refusing to let any sobs through, she grit her teeth and managed one small, meager sentence.

“i’ll be better.”

it was a whisper. hardly heard over the rain, hardly heard over the clenching of her jaw and fists, hardly heard over the soft footsteps of the son of morpheus, coming closer to the girl.

it was hardly heard when he finally wrapped her arms around her, and she finally let herself break.