#Kai never gets that security -- and I dont expect him to

[jaybirdss]

idk if i can do amother one but i will bc i can (idk about that but ill pretend i do if jot) and i have nothing to do in my life except dreaming about plastic figures

SO uhh idk suddenly all ideas disappeared from my head

HCS FOR LLOYD, KAI, MORRO AND BENTHO WITH A S/O WHO'S LOVE LANGUAGE IS PHYSICAL TOUCH??

like YKK i love having a bit of contact with smn because it brings me comfort and im very touch starved💔 also bcs hugs and kisses are superior😋😋🦶

TAKE YOUR TIME WITH THE REQUESTS UOU RECIEVE BTW DONT OVREWORK YOURSELF AND DONT FORGET TO EAT OR DRINK OR IM COMINGFOR YOU MFS😡😡😡

I speed ran this bitch now, i was on a ROLL. Thank you for requesting, it definitely kick-started my passion for writing for these lovely guys ❤️🫶🏻

No warnings, besides a bit of angsty lloyd, but that’s always suspected. Gender neutral reader!

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Kai

Kai is the man with a plan when it comes to physical touch. He will always match your energy to the best of his ability!

He’s always open for it. Wether it be your arm wrapped around his or blatantly laying on top of him. He’s okay with all of it and rarely gets overwhelmed with what you feel like is smothering.

He specifically really enjoys the hugs you give him, where you’re nuzzled into his shoulder and your arms are wrapped tightly around him. he admired the security it brings him and makes him feel so dorky. For him, he enjoys picking you up just to hold you dramatically. Or smothering your face in kisses.

It surprises him at first, not expecting you to feel the same way as him with things such as physical touch. But once he understands, he craves it and gets all dramatic over it.

He will never be satisfied until you are basically crawling into his skin (not really).

But without your touch, he gets all upset, looking like a kicked puppy and he WILL in fact whine to you about how you aren’t close enough to him. And if he doesn’t get his way, by golly, there’s gonna be a fire.

Everything you do will always send him back, no matter how long you’ve been together. He is crushing on you so hard and will let you know every minute of the day.

Lloyd

Touch was something that was always fairly new to Lloyd.

He never received much as a child, when it was received, it wasn’t very positive affection.

When you started expressing your love for physical touch, you noticed all the small things he seemed to do because if it.

At first, he’d flinch when you moved a little too quick or anything. Physically tense up when you’d wrap your arms around him so suddenly. And he couldn’t bring himself to tell you that he enjoyed your affection, but didn’t know how to receive it.

Slowly but surely through your reassurance, he loosened up and started to learn that this was positive attention, and it’s something that he would eventually look forward to!

He was no longer startled with your big hugs, sudden kisses amongst his face, and other acts of affection you were so happy to give. It became routine, and now he’d be fairly upset if you were to lack in your affection department.

In all, Lloyd is a broken child who just needs to be reconnected with himself sometimes. He soon learns from you that he can relax and enjoy this. He isn’t just the green ninja, he’s Lloyd. Little Lloyd Garmadon who loves his hugs and kisses from his lover. And he’s slowly starting to thank you for healing his inner child.

Morro

Much like Lloyd, Morro never really received affection growing up. Nor could he receive it when he was, well, dead.

But soon enough, with many changes, forgiveness, and a physical form. He was able to receive such things, things you were over the moon about!

He’s fairly awkward with affection, and it’s just something so foreign to him that it’s hard to become so used to it like you are.

He doesn’t despise it, by any means, in all honesty it makes him feel all warm to see you so joyous about wanting to show him affection. But at first, he was in severe denial about it all. He’d reject your advances, and even had gotten a bit aggressive with it. Which he now apologizes for, and he’ll do his best to express his admiration for it when he can, in time. It takes long to heal from what he once had been.

The boy grew quite fond of you early on, and admired how you tried to express your affections to him even when he was a ghost. When he finally received his human form again, you wrapped your arms around him so tightly, he could barely breathe. (Which was also new to him once more).

Though he enjoys the affection, it can get overwhelming sometimes. When his frustrations get the better of him, he will express that he just can’t be touched in that moment. That he’ll return later on to apologize and attempt to hug and kiss you as you do him.

And it’ll get you every time! No matter how fussy he was, or how upset he had made you. His apologies feel so thorough and thoughtful that you can forget what you were mad about so easily. Morro deserves the world and more, and that’s what you’re gonna give him.

Bentho

Benthomaar was someone who would always let his curiosity get the better of him. And from a young age, he was always curious. About things that matter, things that don’t matter. Things that don’t hold much importance to him, and things that he holds closely to him.

Currently, He was curious as to how you’re so enthusiastic and happy to express affection to someone such as him. Of course, he does his best to understand you and your sweet advances towards him.

He’d get caught up in thinking too harshly of himself, wondering if he deserved your attention. His skin surely wasn’t the softest to cuddle into or kiss, nor was he that understanding of how life was like above the surface like many like you. But all of that made you the curious one. Curious as to how this cinnamon roll was kept from you all your life.

Bentho was such a joy to know and be around, and it made you so happy to hug and kiss him so sweetly. Even though you knew he wasn’t sure if he deserved all of it. Or any of it, in fact.

But in time, he learned that it was something he deserved. Comfort, that is. He seemed to break through his barricade of awkwardness and denial and thoroughly enjoyed what you expressed to him.

He never finds it overwhelming, and if he did, he wouldn’t ever tell you in fear that it would upset you. You’re a treasure to him, and how you express your love and admiration will always leave him in awe of how great you are. He adores you too much to be bothered by anything more.

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[hajimine]

➵ INARIZAKI BOYS + THEIR S/O JUMPING INTO THEIR ARMS IN FRONT OF EVERYONE

characters: (timeskip) suna rintarō, miya osamu, kita shinsuke, ojiro aran

a/n: (help i accidentally posted the ask so uhh here we go again) don’t worry about it lovely!! i’ve done atsumu’s in the first one so i’ll add mr aran instead bc we need to see more of him in fics smh, hope u dont mind!! and tysm for the req bby @japanesevenom <3

-> PART 1 (MSBY 4) : JJK VERSION

SUNA RINTARŌ ➞ his signature smirk finds its way onto his lips when he sees you. he uncrosses his arms and readied himself for the impact. you jump into his arms with excitedly, making him chuckle. “did you miss me that much, angelface?” you roll your eyes at him, “so what if i did, huh?” he grins, knocking his forehead against yours lightly. “good. ‘cause i missed you too—a lot.” suna’s cheek burns slightly when he realizes that his teammates are probably watching this whole ordeal. but the smile that tugs on the corners of his lips is genuine when he sees your face—you seem so happy and content in his arms that his heart flutters warmly at the sight of you. he bites his lip, “just let me gather my stuff first and we can go grab some dinner, okay?”

OJIRO ARAN ➞ aran chuckles lightly when he sees you running towards him at full speed. he catches you with ease, strong arms holding the back of your thighs to support your weight. “hi beautiful, what’cha up to?” you hum, “nothing much, i missed you that’s all.” as you trace the lines of his cheekbones with your finger, aran leans into your touch, eyelids fluttering shut. he’s vaguely aware of his teammates’ stares, but he pays them no mind. “wanna order some takeout when we get back?” he asks, brushing his nose against yours, grinning when your face grow warm. “i’ll meet ya by the door in ten minutes, i just have t’ talk to our coach first and then we can go home, alright?” he places you back on your feet and presses a gentle kiss on your forehead, cupping your jaw with his hand, a fond smile gracing his lips.

MIYA OSAMU ➞ a lopsided smile spreads across his face when you run towards him, he has his arms wide open and his knees slightly bent, fully ready to catch you. “there ya are, gorgeous. i’ve been waiting for ya.” your legs are securely wrapped around his torso as he presses butterfly kisses along your jawline, hands interlocked just below your butt. “i wanted to surprise you, ‘samu.” you sigh into the crook of his neck. he smiles, leaving one last peck by your ear, “well surprise me ya did. you wanna go home now?” he asks and you nod enthusiastically. he chuckles, putting you back down on the floor and taps his finger on your cheek, a small smile on his lips. “give me a sec, i’ll close the shop in a bit and we can leave together, kay?”

KITA SHINSUKE ➞ you’re a bit hesitant to just jump into kita’s arms after he spent a long day in the fields, but his arms are spread open for you, urging you to do so. he catches you with no problem, muscles flexing with the newly added pressure. “well hello to you too, my sweet.” he laughs lightly, eyes turning into little crescent moons. “are you tired, shin? you can let me down if you are.” his grip on your thighs tightens, almost possessively. “’m not, darling. and even if i am, i’ll still wanna hold ya in my arms.” your face grow warm at this, your fingers making its way through his soft locks. “you’re so cheesy, i never expected you to be such a sap.” you mumble under your breath. kita laughs, eyes fluttering close as he takes in your comforting touch, but he doesn’t deny your claims.

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[roulettefeel]

For the character meme, Shin! If you'd rather talk about someone different, Kai.

Shiiiiiiin

Headcanon A (realistic):  The reason Shin could hack through Asunaro’s security in chapter 2 is because Hiyori already had him familiar with the organization’s systems. Why Hiyori taught him programming in the first place is still a bit of a mystery, but I do enjoy thinking he let Shin get a little too close to finding out the true face of Asunaro.

Headcanon B (hilarious): While it's easy to take one look at AI Shin and baby-ify Shin's younger self, I personally think it would be funny if as a teenager he was a gross anime obsessed pervert. That archetype of the guy who is on his computer a little too much and socializes too little with actual human beings so he starts getting weird ideas in his head. One thing admiring Hiyori did for him (not Hiyori himself doing for him) is providing Shin with a role model for some more publicly presentable behavior. lol

Headcanon C (feelsy): Pretty much everything about Shin can be emotional if you think about him too long. One I dont think about as often anymore but is still touching is the headcanon that Shin was going to go to college or was already in college when Hiyori disappeared. Suddenly he couldn’t focus on exams and suddenly he had to pay for everything on his own since he may have moved out of his parents place to live with Hiyori. Shin having dreams for the future he felt like Hiyori could have helped support him through, not knowing Hiyori never expected him to have a future statistically speaking, and for all those dreams to come crashing down.

Shin had his future stolen from him, we have a decent idea of how Shin feels regarding Hiyori’s actions, but I feel like there could be more fan content about how Shin and Alice would feel about the ripple effect of Alice’s mistake. Alice is really admirable for considering the feelings of not only the “victim” of his case but how the consequences of what happened that day could effect the people who are indirectly involved.

Headcanon D (unrealistic): Hiyori has taken Shin to a Yabusame concert, a Qtaro baseball game, a Naomichi boxing match, and even swung by Mai’s backery or even seen Anzu’s clown act. If Shin has any recollection of seeing these people before it just sticks in his mind that (most of them) have big public personas. Because at the time Hiyori didn’t act in any way that signaled them being important, so Shin only thought about Hiyori wanting to get him to try a bunch of different experiences in the moment. Shin had no idea Hiyori was so into sports! Getting to know his mysterious friend a little bit.... kind of cool <:0 (Hiyori you liar >:0!)

#rf meme #sou hiyori #shin tsukimi #yttd spoilers

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Overhaul / Chisaki Kai sfw alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Yeah... not very as you all may have expected. Chisaki is very reserved and his mysophobia doesn't help at all. Although, years of not touching nobody can do so much to a person and he MIGHT be willing to touch you after a few months... maybe years.

At the first few times he will only show his affection by giving you things. That's it.

But well, the wait is worth it. Chisaki is a gentleman by nature. Kisses on the hand whenever you pass by, forcing/invinting you to sit on his lap.

His forms of affection are from actions, not from words. He sucks with words, Im sorry.

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

Something tells me that Chisaki would start a relationship only when the person gives him some type of interest. Personality, knowledge.... QUIRKLESS.

Really, he does care more about how intellugent or what they could be to him as a partner, appearance comes just as a bonus to him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

AHA!

Jokes apart, Chisaki is just as a stone when cuddling... if he is willing to honestly because this man is such a tsundere brat it huRTS-

He would slowly learn how to do it, but please give him time and espace, he never done this before God help him.

He is much more comfortable with you laying on his chest as he continues on with his paperwork, it gives hkm a sense that he is not alone and that he can spend time with you while doing something so tedious as paperwork.

BUT! On harsh days, as example got into a argument with pops or a bad day in general, he likes to lay his head on your lap and just forget the world exists as hugging you close and inhaling your clean scent.

Also well, enjoy when he is sleepy.

Also, cuddling only after a shower. No buts.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Well, he does want to settle down but as long as he can continue gis work on the Hassaikai then its nore than fine to him (if we're talking about after the raid THEN HE NEEDS TO SETTLE DOWN AND SOME THERAPY)

Cleaning master. Sucks at cooking.

Okay, he is not that bad he can make a toast, but he just really doesn't like to do it, since is just so messy. Really enjoys your cooking though if you know how to...

If not his poor childhood friend will become the chef of you two. Seriously Hari need a break-

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Fuck. If HE had to break up he would be straight to the point. Cold and uncaring. Not even the whole "is not you, its me" no no. Chisaki will make sure to tell that he is breaking up because of you and thats final, being on his good intentions or not.

Kai would break up with his partner if they did something like cheat on him or something... and he is from the mafia you rreally want to take the risk?!

Or he would break up due to his fear of you getting hurt. But this will only happen when his paranoia would take over him.

He doesn't want to lose you soon, affirmative.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He feels unnecessary before he mets someone he feels really in love with. He doesn't believed in love when younger so its a tragic change.

And no. Chisaki wants to make sure he knows the person very well before he goes to get down on one knee for them. And surprisingly, if he feels like he is safe and can be vulnetable around his partner? Then he is on the cloud nine internally.

Only time will tell when you can get engaged with this plague man.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

TSUNDERE BASTARD-

Is that enough? No? Ok.

He is always scoffing and rolling his eyes when you are affectionate with him but ny god dont stop or else he will discount his rage and frustation on poor Rappa.

Although, when he gets a bit drunk or just overworked he is so gentle. Like, sweet words and all, it even shocks you sometimesm

For him, you are the light of his dark life, his angel. So he doesn't mind speaking behind closed doors on how much he loves you and cherish you being here with him. Likes to carres your cheeks with the back of his gloved hand or plant sweet kisses on your forehead, hands and most of all: lips.

Appreaciate it because his behaviour can change on how you take his words.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Nope. Only when he feels the urge to it, when he is tired or when you are down.

He is not much of a hugger. But is willing to give some to you since... you're special to him.

Although Chisaki hugs are like 👌😤. His arms caging you to gis chest and how warm it feels its just heavenly. He hugs you close and likes to give you little squezze that does not hurt to make you sure he is not letting go for a while.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Long. Long time until he says this.

Saying those three words means to him only one thing: vulnerability.

Its going to take a lot of time for Kai to let out those words, mostly sure that his partner will be the one to say it first, but Kai would jjst stay there and not reply.

One: embarrassed as heck; Two: he is sure that he loves you back but... he needs time.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He is more overprotective than jealous. Yet he does feel it. A lot.

He doesn't trust OTHERS, he knows you love him. But the world around him failed so many times when he was young that this man has doubts even on his most considerate coomurate. He fears that they might take advantege of you.

A tiny part of him fears that you will leave him because he is not the mostproper partner, but his pride takes over that very easily.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Soft, passionate and hot.

As spoken before Kai loves to kiss your hand, forehead, cheeks and lips. Those are the cleanest and softest places he found to make you embarrassed and all soft.

He isn't much to being kissed... but he does love it when he is there working and then you rub his shoulder a bit before kissing his temple than pecking his lips softly.

Leaves him a blushing mess all the time.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

*laughs* ERI-CHAN-!

I have a few scenatios of him actually being a good dad so... I will just skip this one and let you all see it for yourselfs.

Although, one word. Strict dad. You guessed right.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

My HEART THEY ARE THE BEST

Especially when he doesn't go to work because its only there that you can see his resting face on the pillows. Usually when he goes to work he gets up, dress himself and carres your check softly before leaving a kiss on your temple and leaving.

When he is free you're trapped. Cant get out of the bed until he does.

Sweet scraches and petting coming from him. TAKE THOSE.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Soft. Watching him, tired as always getting out of his clothes to put his nightwear. If neither of you feel like crashing down onto the dreamland, Chisaki will pick one book you may like, let you rest your head on his chest, shoulder or lap as he reads it out loud while scracthing your head.

If he is on the mood he might even sing you a lullaby... only if you're feeling down though.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

After a very long time on the relationship.

If he does have a mentalbreakfown he is blurting everything out like he is about to die and just needs to tell you everything. Although it would be almost impossible.

I feel like Chisaki would slowly reveal things of himself to you. Is the most like to happen.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Easy peasy little squeaky.

This man gets angry easily but he does know how to control himself over this situations... although when he loses his patience he does get pissed off (we saw him already guys with pops and the heroes)

In discussions he woudl rather distance himself then to just shout at you though.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

STALKER

He knows everything and more about you. Every little detail he will remember

Seriously, he might still have that annoyed face of his when you're talming but he is listening and paying attention.

Might as well surprise you with your favorite sweets or flowers.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

First kiss.

He never kissed someone besides you so all the memroy is very well guarded on his mind and he does cherish it everyday.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Overprotective. Will kill for you, overhaul and then kill again for you.

Chisaki is powerful, not only by his quirk but his status as well so only one look of his is enough to scare the others away.

Or his threatenings like... slipping his glove out and showing his victim his bare hand as a signal to not speak or dont come any closer unless they want to die.

Will fell weirded out if you protect him since like... he is a boss of the mafia? He doesn't need protection? He is your knight in shinning armor not the other way around.

... although it makes him a bit embarrassed.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

So much money that the Hassaimai is stealing from other gangs because of this asshole expending shit tones of moneh in your guys dates.

Everything you once thought or mentiomed for him is there. He is not afraid to spend money when it comes to you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Brush off something that its important to you bit seems unimportant for him.

Gets rude sometimes.

Always demanding on cleaning duty.

Wanting to keep his personal espace due to his mysophobia.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? Do your looks bother them?)

Not much. He only gives care to his cleaning habbits and his smell. Definitely not because you find his scent amusing and devine. Nope. Definitely not.

He doesn't care about looks. Really, do not give a shit. Is just a bonus to him. You're divine and angelic to him.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Many thumbs up.

He feels extra annoyed and bothered when you're not around. Pls stay with this plague man.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Cant sleep without you on his side. Really, he just cant. He tried many times already but just ended up scoffing and going after you just because he needed to sleep says him.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He calls you brat as a affectionate nickname but seriously, he doesn't want a child as his partner, so dont be too childish. It irritates him a lot.

BEING ORGANIZED IS NOT A OPTION IS A MUST. or else it will feel like he is more occupied scolding you then loving you for that matter.

Hates. HATES. when his plans doesn't work well and when suddenly you cancel a date of you two or any plans in general.

Hates.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs? Does it change around a partner?)

Cling to you for dear life when he gets comfortable with you. And I would suggest you to stay awake for a bit longer than him since he mumbles in his sleep.

Might be nightmares of rombas chasing him with knifes or words of how much he truly loves you? You might as well find out.

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[rcinberry]

hey bois it’s ur local idiot kai park read under the cut for an ice cream sample !

full name: kai park. nickname(s): he doesn’t have any. age: 23. date of birth: June 27 1997. hometown: manhattan, new york. gender: cis male. religion: agnostic. sexuality: bisexual. hair colour:: black (xx) eye colour: brown. height: 5'11. tattoos: he has a milk carton tattoo on his left forearm. piercings: double helix on his right, both lobes are pierced and a industrial on his right.

BLACKMAIL

● has tried to stay sober for gigs but has lied multiple times in order to keep modeling for YSL, even fakes his drug tests. YSL knows but keep it under wraps because he is their biggest money maker.

● was caught smashing cars after a promotional event because his anger about his insecurities got out of control one night where someone insulted his job and lack of security and he left unscathed, or so he thought.

FAMILY LIFE

DRUGS TW. ALCOHOL TW.

well, the park family isn’t all that interesting. average family and average kid. 

his parents valerie and horton (goes by henry) park were local grocery shop owners, they worked hard for what they have and mostly used kai to get into gigs, whether it was child modeling, commercial acting, they thought their kid could make it big! like justin bieber when he was discovered by usher!

they would make kai sit in front of their grocery store with a bucket and sing say my name over and over - none of it ever worked and they were growing frustrated. they started to take out their frustration on him, forcing him to be better when kai didn’t know any better? he couldn’t do what they wanted to but he wanted so bad to support his family so he landed a movie role at the age of 7, it was kind of like those holiday movies like home alone that’s played every holiday season and that’s how he got his fame. a child actor that blew up once but god, it was hard to get any gigs after that.

his parents overworked him so much, yelled and berated the poor kid that his entire self esteem just dropped. asian parent expectations ? yeah. he felt like he failed them and it just didn’t go well after every failed audition, his parents saw him as a failure but like? it was never him who wanted to go into it

but kai has remained optimistic that he would get his big break one day, he acted in school plays, got the lead in some of them but his dream was shattered when he graduated and still couldn’t get any leads in shows other than being a back character and being seen as a complete and total flop. his parents stopped caring about his career at 17 knowing he would not go anywhere, it hurts him still this day :/

he turned to smoking weed / alcohol to cope, like the once optimistic boy who saw the world in a different and bright lens fell apart just uses that to cope and what not, then he got his break modeling!! but did his parents care? no. he became YSL’s brand ambassador and top model. he got kicked out of a lot of other modeling jobs solely because kai cannot stay sober at all but YSL knows and keeps it under wraps because he draws them a huge income but in order to stay ambassador he has to keep “sober” he’s better at faking it more than a lot of people. 

kai.. isn’t very lucky in his career, he has no ambitions other than wanting to be an actor but is it for him or for his parents? he has a lot yet to figure out. 

FUN FACTS / PERSONALITY

kai is.. uh kai is naive. he has always been naive growing up, he’s the kid at the park with the biggest smile on his face - head empty type shit. kai is soft.. and full of love, he falls in love easily.. he doesn’t know what’s good for him.

he’s god... he has such an aloof type personality, you could insult him and he’d think you’re complimenting him because he’s a fucking dumbass and he doesn’t know any better, never has. all he wants to do is please people - such a HUGE people pleaser. 

a lot of his outgoing personality is a front, on the low (only the real onez know streaks dni) he’s broken, like he’s so sad when he isn’t sober like this boy if you’re talking to him? most likely 91% of t he time he is high i promise you ! he doesn’t wanna deal with life sober and that’s what he does 

anyways, like he just puts up a front it's literally all a front like when hes alone he's miserable and upset he cant get any gigs anywhere and just numbs that w drugs and then once he leaves his room he's chipper and a completely different person right?

also, the reason why kai chases people that are unattainable is because kai .. knows, he knows they won’t like him back. he knows that they don’t see him as anything so it won’t hurt when they reject him because he knows. it’s better to chase people that he knows can’t break his heart bc he knows he’s not really worth looking at :/ they’re not like job offers that keep shooting him down

he acts now in yale’s theatre program, he’s won an award for it but wants so bad to clean his image in the public he doesn’t want to be seen as someone useless with no ambition but someone who can do things!! how do you think that’s going for him?

he loves to be the life of the party, if he isn’t making you happy he will try and if you insult him and he isn’t in love w u, he’ll have to think for 5 hours and cry in his room

yes he cries in his room. anyway that’s it i dont think i have anything extensive to add, kai’s simple, dumb and in loveand wants to be loved and appreciated.

#•♢ ▪ ┊ ( ABOUT | KAI )

[zuzuslastbraincell]

Katara!

KATARA KATARA KATARA

why I like them

oh god where do i even start. katara just contains so many multitudes - she's sweet and feminine and caring and attentive but she's never reduced to just that, she's never just 'the girl', she's also allowed to get mad, to be petty, to laugh at her brother, to be headstrong and stubborn, to express vulnerability, to cry and to laugh, to make ridiculous facial expressions and *be* very expressive. she's dealing with a lot of trauma not simply from the loss of her mother but that loss represents also how her tribe have been decimated by the fire nation, how she's the last waterbender, how all this pressure exists on her shoulders (but also pride, but also determination, to bring it back) and that is expressed subtly throughout the series with the same depth and love that male characters are afforded with regard to their respective traumatic experiences. and despite all this she never tries to stop making the world good? She's always pushing for change, she's always wanting to make things better, she's relentless and doesn't give up when it comes to her vision for a better world... she has such a big heart. and that coexists with a deep anger in her, and deep hurt. Not to make an ocean metaphor so early on but she's as deadly and deep as the ocean but she chooses to be kind and warm and that's so powerful.

why i don't

honnestly while katara's instincts to mother people are a sad symptom of how she was forced to grow up to soon and automaically asigns herself a role of emotional responsibility she has mixed feelings about, i know that if katara tried to mother me, i would be annoyed. but that sounds more like a me problem.

favourite episode

oh it's either the episode where she beats the fucking shit out of pakku or it's the southern raiders. the first one because it's so gratifying to see how she's grown and developed as a bender and really come into her own. the second because... god i love how *messy* the southern raiders is, and it really taps into what i love about katara - she's flawed, she runs off on an ill-thought out revenge mission with zuko, she's got a great capability for darkness as she quite seriously considers murdering a man she has every right to loathe and to kill - but she chooses against it, in the end. it would not be right for her, if not him. she chooses what's right for her in the end.

favourite season

I'm gonna be a wee bit controversial and say book 1 had the best conception of katara's arc from student to master and really saw her grow and flourish, from someone yelling at her brother' oafish prejudice to a real master, that really solidified her as an idealist and presented that as the strength that is, that showed her struggling with petty jealousy of aang's progress and had her stumble in ways that made her character comeplling and interesting - like what an introduction to her character! book 2 had some fantastic moments but i can't think of anything particularly remarkable about hee character arc - largely because it tied into aang's romantic arc i think at this point. book 3 had some absolutely fantastic moments (scam queens katara and toph!! painted lady!! southern raiders!! the final agni kai) that really shone but also book 3 lays a lot of groundwork for fanon i hate (e.g. katara as the mom friend - wish that headcanon would die tbh)

favourite line

fuck there's a lot of good ones but my underrated fave is when sokka says he's kissed a girl before but she's never met her and katara says 'Who? Gran-gran? I've met gran-gran' and it's bruuutaaall

but my favourite serious line is 'I will never ever give up on people who need me'. powerful.

favourite outfit

water tribe anything!! and i actually think her book one/book two braids are her best hair. underrated katara hair. personally she looks just adorable in her parka in the flashback to when she was like. eight.

OTP

katara/personal fulfilment

katara/happiness

katara/fulfilling her goals and dreams

katara/loving minor background character who is never named

there's some ships i like in AU situations - yuetara is actually one i lov, especially with waterbender yue, i just love the whole sea/moon thing as well as katara and yue rebelling in loud/quiet ways, being girlfriends who refuse to have their lives defined by the expectations of older men, who have a great sense of duty towards their nations and won’t let gendered expectations stop them.

and most of you know i like the messy drama of katara/azula in a lighter AU situation where they're like, school or academic rivals, and the legacy of imperialism isn’t quite so personal (and azula makes better choices, obviously), but it’s not as much as i “ship” them as i just find the potential dynamic interesting, they’re both driven by a sense of duty for their home, it’s just that means *very* different things depending if you’re SWT or FN.

none of them are OTPs though - they’re more just fun thought experiments

brotp

katara & sokka - absolutely love their sibling dynamic its amazing. both have been impacted negatively by the shit in their lives and are not always dealing with it in functional ways but theyre there for each other, through thick and thin, always have each other's backs, they roast each other and bicker and sometimes make stupid decisions and sometimes lash out but at the end of the day their love pulls through, they’re able to work past those conflicts.

katara & aang - honestly while i feel kataang was just so poorly executed in the show (listen guys I just can’t after ember island players, i know that was a bad episode, but i can’t) & i cant imagine katara wanting to leave the south pole after the war for long spells (it would have to be long distance love, lots of profound and heartfelt letters and occasional visits, if anything, but i dont know if that’s what katara wants or needs? so maybe it wouldn’t pan out?), but regardless, i really do think these two had a life-changing friendship where each really represented hope for each other, that's at the core of it, they both truly believe in each other, and inspired each other. katara & aang good.

a headcanon

chief katara anyone?? chief katara?!?! 

oh oh OH i also think that katara, while primarily a combat bender during the war, actually takes to healing a lot more after the show and gets proper healing training at some point with the help of a trained medical expert and maybe yugoda. tbh i feel like the show was a bit dismissive of healing as an ability - i feel like having that is *extremely* useful in any combat situation, you always have a medic on hand - but i understand why katara, who wanted to be recognised as powerful regardless of her gender, and wanted to hold herself in a fight alongside sokka & aang, pushed for combat waterbending training because that is what 'powerful' looks like to her in the moment. obviously katara is capable of incredible healing feats (see: saving aang) but i think given we see her as a healer in lok (not a decision i necessarily disagree with) would mean a shift in focus. i think katara actually comes to realise she likes healing a great deal, but really she excels in all aspects of waterbending and is the south’s most respected master who helped rejuvenate southern style waterbending  

unpopular opinion

the main reason people think katara is straight is because we see her have very few meaningful interactions with other girls outside of toph. ATLA as a show is a bit romance obsessed, and very heteronormative in that regard, and so interactions with minor characters almost always line up with a potential crush for sokka or katara, and later, zuko (suki, haru, jet, yue, song, jin....). we rarely see katara build friendships with other girls and it’s such a damn shame.

(anyway bi katara for life)

a wish

the version of the puppetmaster we saw was actually fire nation propaganda, i feel like katara would have felt deep compassion for a prisoner of war and after maybe some clashes, would have agreed to help smuggle her out of the fire nation and secure passage home for hama, and tried to assure her that she still has a place there. the treatment of hama in that episode was awful (but also hama was written to be almost cartoonishly evil, very much an evil witch in her cottage in the spooky woods? like the whole horror movie / spooky story opening was such a big tell) and tbh i reject the thesis that we saw ‘katara’s dark potential’ in that episode completely, or that bloodbending as a power is inherently dark, or katara’s use of it to stop hama ‘corrupted’ her. I feel like katara might feel this way as a teenager perhaps but with time (she can be a little black and white at times), and especially with more training as a healer, i think she might realise that’s not the case, she’ll realise that she was right to try and oppose hama, her elder (she was lashing out rather than really trying to oppose the fire nation), and it wasn’t a betrayal of her or her beliefs, but also her use of bloodbending wasn’t wrong or evil inherently at all? and maybe she’d find ways to use it for healing purposes? anyway my wish is that, i like the idea that they meet again, speak about their differences, reconcile a little / come to an understanding, and katara learns more from hama again

an oh-god-please-don't-ever-happen

anything where katara’s character is reduced to a comforter or a healing device for a man and his trauma. particularly zuko. (they don’t have that dynamic in canon thankfully, zuko would never, zuko respects her too much)

5 words to describe them:

idealistic, hard-working, powerful, headstrong, kind

my nickname for them:

chief. or comrade. :^)

#katara

[breanime]

Start Over

I’m so sorry it took for me to get this, but here it is! This is more of a drabble than a fic, but I hope you like it!

Request: from @eversonaive  Hi. If you have time could do a quick fic about billy at the baseball field and he runs into an old teammate/foster sibling. They try to convince him how losing his memories is a good thing, he can start over and leave the past behind. But he is stuck on his detruction revenge path. Super angst if you dont get around to it/ its not original enough that's fine. I can only imagine your getting flooded with ideas :) thanks!!

*gif not mine* (I’m upset because I wanted to use a gif with the brown cap, but this is all I could find using the gif search tool)

Billy Russo had been the only good thing in your otherwise shitty childhood. He’d been tough and cool and badass when you could only manage to cower and cry. Billy had taught you how to defend yourself, how to use your intelligence to get what you wanted, how to manipulate people—but more than anything, he taught how you to survive.

You’d gotten the impression, growing up, that Billy didn’t bother to grace most people with his presence—and you were right. You’d never been able to decipher, as the years went by, what made you special in his eyes, but you were damn grateful to have been. You lost contact with Billy once he’d left the Group Home. He joined the military as soon as he was able, and he wrote to you pretty regularly, but you’d lost touch by his second tour and your moving away from New York. Every now and again, you’d think about him, but you figured he’d forgotten all about you. So when you did move back to New York, you didn’t bother trying to link up with him, thought you did look him up and found out that Billy had become quite notorious in the time you’d been apart.

According to Google (God bless Google), Billy had been the owner of a lucrative security company called Anvil and had been one of the city’s most eligible bachelors…that was, of course, before the Punisher gave him a glass shards makeover. Apparently, Billy had gotten into some shady dealings that led to mass murder, bombings, and not a small number of serious federal crimes. Even though you hadn’t seen or spoken to him in years, it still made you sad to see what had become of him. You had always thought that Billy was destined for greatness, that he would rise above his poor beginnings and make something of himself.

In a way…you were right.

So, one cool evening, you found yourself at one of your favorite childhood spots—the baseball diamond—thinking of your old friend. You could still him in your mind’s eye; dark, tousled hair, almost black eyes, a scowl on his handsome face, bruises on his knuckles. He used to wear this brown skullcap that you hated and leather jackets—even if it was warm out. He had three pairs of shoes when you knew him, two pairs of ratty white sneakers and his brown loafers he had to wear whenever he had to go to court (Billy was a regular in the juvenile court). You thought about the way he would look at people, a sneer on his face as he got talked down to by adults, the smirk he got whenever he flirted with the best-looking person on the bus… You remembered the letters he wrote you—hell, you still had them somewhere in your apartment—and felt a familiar ache go through you. You missed Billy. You missed who he was and felt sorry for what he became. You wrapped your coat around you, shielding yourself from the brisk wind, and sighed. There was no one around you for miles, and the only sounds were the whistle of the wind and the soft sounds of traffic in the distance. Staring out at the field in front of you, you could practically see Billy—grinning from ear to ear—as he waved to you from home base. Hell, you could hear his voice, loud and clear as a bell yelling “This one’s for you, Y/N! Look Y/N! Y/N!”

“Y/N.”

You practically jumped out of your skin when you heard a deep voice say your name. You turned to see Billy Russo standing behind you in the stands, hands in his pockets. His face was littered with scars, but otherwise he pretty much looked the same. He was even wearing the same beanie cap.

“Hi,” he said, lifting a hand up as a greeting. You could see the bruises, dark red, even from where you stood.

“Billy,” you gasped out, your breath coming out as a puff of air in the dark, “I… What… What are you doing here?”

He shrugged, sitting down beside you. “I was trying to…to remember some things. About me, about a friend of mine…I ended up here.” He glanced over at you before looking straight ahead again. “Do you know what I’ve done?”

“I… I read a few things,” you answered carefully, “I read that you were locked up.”

“I was,” he said coolly, “I got out. Escaped.” He rubbed his hands together in front of him. “I ain’t goin’ back I…” He shook his head. “I lost my memories,” he said, nose twitching in annoyance, “not…not the old stuff, I… I remember you,” he glanced over at you again, “I remember the home….remember Arthur.” He cracked a smile at the look of disgust that came over your face. “Yeah, I see you remember him too.” Billy cleared his throat. “But the uh, the memories I lost, they’re from… They’re from after that. Way after. I woke up and this,” he gestured to his face, “is the first thing I saw. I couldn’t remember what happened or who did this to me…”

“You should get out of town,” you said, leaning over to make eye contact with him. His eyes looked hollow, nowhere near as lively or deep as you remembered them. “The—the cops are probably looking for you, it’s not safe. Shit. You shouldn’t be here.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he said, voice calm, “Cops can’t stop me now. This…What this is, what I’m doing here, it ends with me.” He stared off into the distance, face hard. “I’m gonna take ‘em all down,” he promised, “every last one of ‘em who had anything to do with what happened to me.”

You stared at him, eyes wide. “But…But you said your memories were gone…”

“They are.”

“And… and you’re a wanted man, right?”

He smirked. “What else is new?”

“But the—the NYPD hasn’t caught up with you, the Feds, whoever—you’re still here, you’re free,” you turned to Billy, heart pounding as you looked at your old friend, “Billy, you can leave. You can get out of the city and start over. You—you can move on without all the baggage, without all the pain—”

“No,” his jaw was set, “I can’t.” He turned to you, and his eyes were suddenly burning. “I have to do this. I have to kill them.” He licked his lips. “Kill them all. Everything I had, everything that mattered to me, they took from me, Y/N.” He stood up, shaking his head as he did so. “Nah. This ends with them dead or me dead or both. There’s no other way.” He looked down at you, and you struggled to look back through the tears gathering in your eyes. “This… I’m glad I ran into you, Y/N. I wasn’t expecting to this, but… It’s nice to see that…at least you haven’t change.” He leaned down and pecked your forehead. “It was good seeing you, Y/N.”

And with that, he was gone.

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So this was my first time writing a truly gender-neutral character, since the request didn’t specify. Thanks for reading!

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[riseandshinelittleblossom]

A Home In the Meadow

So for those of you that don’t know, I am very proud and excited to be a part of the as yet untitled Choices Crossover! As part of this new project @tornbetween2loves @kennaxval @teamtomsato @strangerofbraidwood @sawyeroakleyscowboyhat @stopforamoment @begging-for-kamilah and I have been writing various one-shots and drabbles in an attempt to world build/ introduce our versions of these characters. the following is one such piece, based on a song prompt from the wonderful kennaxval himself. The song I was given is “A Home in the Meadow” by Debbie Reynolds. Hope you guys enjoy! PS This is my first ever piece that has ZERO TRR characters in it so go easy on me...

Pairing: f!Kai Park x m!Hayden Young

Word Count: 1964

Disclaimer: I dont own these characters I’m borrowing from PB

Permatag: @leelee10898 @fullbeaumonty @ritachacha @choiceswreckedme

       Kai opened her eyes to find Hayden's baby blues staring into hers. She inhaled sharply, scrambling away from him, sleep-induced confusion still flooding her mind.

   “Hayden, shit...you scared me.” she began, propping herself on elbows as he beamed at her.

   “I'm sorry, I'm just so excited for today. I wanted to wake you, but you looked so peaceful...” His voice trailed off as he looked up at her sheepishly, running his hand through his dirty blonde hair. “Forgive me?”

   Kai rolled back towards him, planting her full lips to his forehead. “Yes. I've been looking forward to today, too. Although you still haven't told me what we're doing.”

    He smiled mischievously as he rose from the bed. “And I'm still not going to. You get dressed and I'll make us some breakfast, okay? Wear something comfy...and sensible shoes.”

        Kai cocked her head to the side at her boyfriend's advice, his award- winning grin making her body tingle. She threw back the comforter as Hayden left the room, the door clicking softly behind him.

    She showered and threw on a pair of denim capris coupled with one of Hayden's powder blue t-shirts. It was over sized and it hung down her shoulder a bit, revealing the black strap of her sports bra, so she tried to adjust it, twisting the bottom to one side and securing it in a knot just at her hip.

   She peered at her face in the mirror, tying her unruly red hair in a sloppy ponytail and applying a thin layer of cherry chapstick.

    Kai frowned in the closet doorway, looking over her shoe rack. Sensible shoes. Hayden's words echoed in her mind as she traced her fingers longingly over her beige wedges, deciding to wear her black tennis shoes instead.

     She rounded the corner into the kitchen to find Hayden scrambling eggs, and he extended his arm to hand her a coffee mug without looking away from the pan.

    “I was trying to sneak up on you.” She pouted, accepting the coffee.

    Hayden laughed out loud. “Not barreling down the hall like a herd of angry elephants.”

    Kai smized at him over the rim of her mug.

    “These sensible enough for ya?” She wiggled her foot in his direction and he glanced down with an approving nod.

        After breakfast Hayden grabbed a backpack from the closet by the front door and tossed it over his shoulder, grabbing Dipper's leash and his car keys. He patted his thigh and the chocolate border collie leapt from the couch, nose pointed at the door and tail wagging.

    “Well now I'm even more intrigued. Dipper and a backpack? Where are you taking me?” Kai mused as they headed for the car.

   “With everything that's happened-everything with Eros, Nadia and Steve's engagement, your new job, my new job, moving in together- it sort of feels like we're living in fast forward. I wanna take you someplace where we can just hit pause for a moment.”

     They drove for what felt like forever but was probably about an hour until Hayden pulled off the main road onto a tree lined dirt path.

    “Is this the part where you kill me in the woods?” Kai joked as she peered out the window. Dipper let out a low growl, her head whipping in Hayden's direction.

    “Traitor,” he laughed, ruffling the dog's ears.

   They finally arrived at a small clearing and the android pulled off to the side near the trees and put the car in park.

    “From here we go on foot.” He told her cheerfully. They both got out of the car and Kai's shoulders slumped.

   “You mean we aren't there yet?” she whined and her boyfriend chuckled.

   “Promise it will be worth it.”

     Dipper ran out ahead, reaching the pathway on the other side of the clearing long before her masters and she waited patiently, tail wagging and nose sniffing the air.

   Kai scratched the pups head, gesturing toward the path and Dipper took off never getting too far away.

    The fifteen minute hike was filled with jovial conversation and Kai could scarcely remember the last time she and Hayden had had a moment to just enjoy each other this way. It was nice, just the two of them with Dipper and the subtle sounds of the forest around them, so far off the grid that they couldn't hear the city anymore.

    Up ahead there was another clearing, visible through the parted trees at the end of the trail. Hayden smirked, “Almost there. That's where we're going.”

    He nodded and Kai squealed, the excitement almost overwhelming her. She picked up her pace, lacing her fingers in his and tugging him forward.

     The path opened up to a small meadow, wild flowers plentiful and down the way a bit there was a peaceful, pristine lake. Kai's eyes went wide with wonder.

   “Hayden, this is beautiful! It's almost as if this place has been completely untouched by civilization. It's...it's…”

   “Indescribable. And I mean that truly, it's not a glitch.”

    They both laughed, and Kai silently thanked her lucky stars that they had finally reached a place where Hayden was able to make light of himself. She had hated seeing him so miserable as he tried to sort himself out, and although she had supported him, she was glad that that time had passed.

    “So what's the plan? What's in the backpack?” she questioned as they made their way towards the lake.

   “A sleeping bag, a fire starter, lots of junk food, a couple of towels…”

  “Towels?”

   “In case we wanted to go swimming.”

   “But we don't have any suits.”

    Hayden stopped walking and stared at her unblinking. “Why the hell would we need suits?”

    Kai blushed as she whirled to face him. His faux- seriousness crumbling into a fit of shared giggles.

     Stretched out on the sleeping bag, towels and a blanket rolled beneath their heads Kai and Hayden watched the clouds roll by, white fluffy images in the sky that out here seemed endless.

      Kai rose from her spot, coyly eyeing the blonde man before her.

   “What? What is it?” his eyes squinting against the sun, now hanging low behind her in the early evening.

     Kai didn't answer him, she simply reached for the hem of her t-shirt, pulling the garment off in one fluid motion and flinging it at him.

   Hayden pulled the fabric from his face to find that her sports bra was gone as well and his jaw went slack as he watched her shimmy out of her capris and panties.

   “You said there'd be swimming, Mr Young, did you not?”

    Hayden scrambled to his feet, discarding his own clothes quickly as Kai scampered towards the lake.

    She hit the water running, her muscles tightening slightly as the cool water hit her, settling finally where the water was waist deep.

    “Okay, so I expected it to be warmer, but we can still enjoy this, I think.” he whispered in her ear and she gasped, a bit surprised as he slid his strong arms around her waist, pulling her back flush to his chest.

    He placed a soft, tender kiss to the crook of her neck, her hands resting on his forearms in front of her and they swayed together for a moment, the evening sun's rays glittering over their bodies and the crystal clear water around them.

  Without warning, Dipper hurled herself off of the bank, splashing the couple and ruining the mood.

   Kai cringed at the watery assault, spinning out of Hayden's arms and raising her own in a feeble attempt to shield herself.

   “Thanks, Dip.” Hayden laughed his nose scrunching up, droplets still rolling down his face. The border collie barked, tongue lolling and tail wagging.

    “I guess we wanted to swim, right?” Kai laughed.

    He grinned mischievously as his hand slowly skimmed the surface. He studied the water as he dipped his fingers in, savoring the sensation as he drug his hand through it, before cocking his head to the side to look at Kai.

    “No. Hayden, you wouldn't dare.” she said, eyes going wide.

     “I wouldn't?” he flicked his wrist, playfully splashing her as she squealed.

    “You're going to pay for that, Sweetheart.” She said, both of her arms dipping below the surface, sending a tidal wave in Hayden's direction.

    A water war broke out both parties splashing wildly, giggling all the while and when finally they tired Hayden noticed the sun had almost entirely set in the distance.

   “Wanna watch it together?” He asked his chin tipping in the distance to a near perfect view of the sunset.

   Kai nodded eagerly as they waded to the shore.

   After towel drying, Hayden laid out on the sleeping bag and Kai curled into him, her head resting on his chest as he cradled her and planted a kiss to the damp locks at the crown of her head. His fingertips absentmindedly grazed the length of her arm as they laid together, watching the oranges and pinks as the sun went down over the horizon.

    The world around them seemed so still, the tranquility was a feeling that Kai wasn't used to and it almost made her uncomfortable, her body tensing. As if he could read her mind, Hayden began to hum a tune, breaking the silence, and he felt her body relax against him.

    “Away, away; come away with me, where the grass grows wild and the winds blow free. Away, away; come away with me and I'll build you a home in the meadow..” Hayden sang softly, barely audible, but Kai could feel the rumble of his baritone voice reverberating through his ribs, vibrating her body soothingly.

   “I love it when you sing to me, Hayden.” she mused and he felt a smile bloom on her lips, against his chest.

  He gripped her arm, pulling her into a tight side hug.

   “If it makes you happy, I'll do it everyday.”

    Eventually, the sun was completely gone, replaced by the ethereal glow of the moon light and the flames from the fire Hayden had expertly constructed. Dipper plopped down at their feet with a sigh.

   “Is it bedtime, girl?” Kai asked and the dogs ears perked up briefly.

   “Maybe...maybe we could just stay out here tonight...Naked and peaceful. We don't have a tent, but I brought plenty of blankets. Dipper and I will keep you safe under the stars.”

     Hayden sat up, producing two more swaths of cloth from the bag.

   “How on Earth did you jam so much into that one backpack?” Kai mused, shaking her head.

   “Well I-”

    She cut his explanation short as she pressed her full lips to his, and he melted into the caress, his hand coming up to cup her cheek.

   “Today has been so perfect, I don't really want to head back to the city just yet.”

    She nudged him gently, coaxing him to lay back down. Hayden caught the hint and he grinned as she snuggled into him once more, drawing one of the blankets to her chin, wrapping them in the warmth of it and each other.

   “I'm already sold, Hayden. You couldn't make me leave now if you tried.”

   He craned his neck, looking down into her eyes as she traced her fingers along the smooth, flawless skin of his chest.

     “I love you, Kai, and you make it so easy to love you.”

     “I love you too, Hayden. Thank you. We really needed this trip. There's only one thing that could possibly make this better.”

    “Whatever it is, consider it done, Ms. Park.”

   “Sing me to sleep?” she bit her bottom lip as she made the request. The roll of his chuckle in his chest was delightful as he responded,

    “Of course I will.”

#perfect match #choices perfect match #pm fan fic #choices fanfiction #pm hayden young #pm kai park #f!kai park #m!hayden young #kai x hayden #song prompt

[thefreshfinds]

Yung Murasaki:

The rap game is Yung Murasaki's turf. At just 13 years old, he finds himself on a new wave than most. Aside from a melodic trap sound, Yung Murasaki rhymes in auto-tune about the finer things in life. The only way that it's achievable is through hard work & Yung Murasaki's work ethic leads as an example. "I got to where I am today just with hard work & my music is still growing, but if your not willing to put in hard work then dont expect much to come." At most his music channels real emotion & bouncy tempos. From getting 20 plays on his SoundCloud to now 1000's, Yung Murasaki made it happen, real quick. To summarize: he is a big fish in a small pond.

Dedicated on making his dream come true so he can perform for thousands of people — Yung Murasaki comes from Sunderland in the United Kingdom. Earlier on, he started music because of his strong passion but it runs deep in the family. Once his brother introduced him to Eminem, Yung Murasaki began rapping at the age of 9. Since then the wind been running against him. One of his biggest strengths thus far is an ability to switch flows.

The thing that keeps the rapper going is his growth from hard work & dedication. He’s inspired by XXXTentacion due to his transformation & complexity, "He was violent before, then he changed & he became so caring. After he was killed it shocked me & most of the world." Murasaki says "X once told me that you can do whatever you want if you put your mind to it. Try hard & never give up & that's what I did so I'm hoping I do end up performing for large crowds. His death pushed me to work even harder with my music." Besides this, Young Murasaki draws from the result of his work as well because it does take you places. One day he would like to perform for 100,000 fans.

Recently, Yung Muraski has dropped his first album called Murasaki's Mind. Maybe someday he will collab with Kay Grayson. "Kay has got good energy & she always stays positive. She's just trying to get a message across in her lyrics & that's admirable." he adds.

At bay Yung Murasaki is securing his spot. Because of his stress on positive change & enforcement, he will help everyone achieve their goals. One rhyme at a time.

By: Natalee Gilbert

LINK(s):

1. Instagram: @yunggmurasaki

2. SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/yungmurasaki

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[freshoutofthegutter]

Lunch, continuation.

Your clothes", she giggled.

"Put your hand out",

She complied instantly.

She knew it was a ring but didn't expect it to be anything like this.

He placed it on her right hand's forefinger.

As he stroked the one on her right.

"This is spectacular", she put the ring up in better light.

He watched her eyes pop in recognition as she held the ring up to his face.

"It matches your eyes", she jumped in excitement. Jumping in his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist.

"And the pools", he added. Cheekily.

"No fucking way!", she made cute puppy noises. In contentment.

"Yes baby. Yes fucking way", he laughed as he carried her up the stairs.

"What should I get you as a present?", she spoke out loud as he began stripping.

"Well. I do have something in mind",

"Shoot", she sat on the vanity.

"Just accept the love that you'll receive today and try not to panic", he placed his forehead against hers.

"Okay",

"And dont hide away or doubt yourself. Know that I love you and I think you love me", he shrugged.

"Nah man", she pinched his side.

"Behave?",

"Kay", she smarted back.

She had to lotion her entire body and take the crazy ring he had given her from the collection. When he told her no more hiding. With her hair straight and clothes she walked to her side of the closet to pull out the jewels.

She was putting perfume as Drew rang her.

"Helllloooo, morning", she dragged.

"Hi, sup",

"Wow you sound like Tina", she commented.

"Ikr",

"Whatsup", she murmured putting shoes on.

"I just wanted to say, that I'm.gonna deal with the issue today and good roast yesterday", he praised.

"Oh, oh yeah that thanks man", she smiled. Putting shoes on.

She stayed on the phone with Drew as she walked down the stairs it was almost 12.

"Okay talk later".

"Bye".

"wait"

"what Drew?" she was now growing impatient and the caffine wasnt helping either.

"know that ive sent a fish too". Drew spoke leaving her confused. it was when the bell rang. She reconsidered calling him again but didnt have the time. maybe he wanted to pick a fight.

She walked to the foyer to see the door open, their staff standing outside as cars carring their relatives began to come in. As usual Tina and kitty were the first ones to get out. Tina was well aquainted with their entire staff and security. What puzzled her the most was that both her sisters were carrying white boxes no bigger than six inches each. it took about a minute for the family to pass through. Uncle Peter's car was the second on to pull up right outside the stairs assending into the house. she was about to ask Celine where her husband dearest was he appeared from the left and helped Dado out of the car.

"Nona, welcome". he greated kissing her cheek. she laughed and patted his hand with adoration. Tirza was just about to explain but she saw a look of understanding on Dado's face. Tirza took her moment to greet dado before moving to her own parents. Oliver was pouring compliments out like they were free. she took the time to greet everyone her aunt and uncle and both the twins.

laughter was heard. Celine was introduced. Christina and dad were going to make a Celine Dion joke but didnt.

"where are papa and shalom?", Tirza asked as the girls too had boxes identical to Tina and kitty.

"they are getting something on the way", Uncle p said.

"whats with the boxes", she asked hugging Tina.

"why did you not tell me", tina whispered.

"bout what", she asked hearing Oliver's english accent shifting into an italian. to say something humerous.

"b12", Tina glared.

"Oliver told me not to, heck man i didnt even know", she pointed with her chin.

"whats with the boxes", Tirza raised her eyebrows.

Tina's head shot in Oliver's direction, "Oliver".

she looked at oliver who had began directing their estemed guests to the outdoor sofas.

"are we having a bbq?", she asked puzzled, "and why are we not ging inside", her anxiety was picking at her.

"Cara, Mia all will be known", he spoke in italian kissing her shoulder as they walked to the elevated levels.

everyone was gobsmacked by the elegance and vastness of the property. The boxes were now stacked on top of eachother. The family began to indulge in conversation.

dad, uncle p, Aimen and Oliver talked about the pool, while dado began pouring tears of joy.

it was then, when her own mother asked why they weren't at church today.

"we had a small work emergency, Tina didnt even know about it", tirza explained.

her mum and aunt listened cautiously.

"thats why she left early, this morning worried. i was worried too", her mom added.

her aunt expressed how everyone was excited to meet them as a couple.

uncomfortable by that she ended up sitting on her hair, in an attempt to free them they ended up getting stuck in the teeth of the ring on her right hand.

she had to take it off and pull her hair to the side. "a hair tie perhaps?", Celine offered.  her mother and aunt agreed.

"its absolutely fine, i spent 20 minutes getting my hair done, there", she spoke putting the ring back on.

"why arent we going inside?", one of the twins spoke. bored.

"Babe...", she began.

"carissima, two minutes more", he did an italian accent.

she mentally face palmed. as he explained the meaning to aimen in english. that too accented.

"why is he doing that accent", it was kitty this time. Tirza had asked the same thing to celine. who replied with an unsure "non lo so".

"tutto bene". she supplied, as the aunt asked if Celine spoke urdu. to which Celine replied in urdu.

"Cosa va bene?", he asked repeating the question in english.

"i understood what that meant, but mio amore, why are you doing that accent?", she asked everyone seemed to quiet.

"what accent?",

she turned to Celine who nodded.

"im messing with Aimen", he winked at her stroking her jaw.

"its a joke between them", her aunt spoke.

"he only does that with Aimen", Tina entered the conversation.

"like taking early morning selfies with me", she pulled out her phone to show proof, it was in front of the small fountain.

"you guys took selfies without me",

"yea, what would someone want to take selfies with you, ya look like a troll", tina sassed.

"wooooohhhhhooo!", tina cried, almsot jumping up, " what are those", she pointed to his feet.

"dess are my sandles", he laughed,

"you planed that didnt you"

"ofcourse",

"come", he extened his hand to Tirza, as the last car pulled in the drive way.

papa, stella mama, sumbal and shalom carrying three more boxes walked up.

stella mama was in tears as she hugged the happy couple, she asked about joy and his grade.

"what about baba?", tirza asked as they bagan to walk towards the right. not using the front door. Annie walking along dado on the steps.

"through that door please", Oliver pointed raising his arm to point to the narrow door.

"where are we going" Tina asked.

"celine will show you". he told her.

" i love you so fucking much", he whispered as he grabbed her hand and they ran across the steps.

she was still processing this when she saw her entire family gathered at the edge of the pool that had the koi's swiming in it.

"thank you all for coming to our home", Oliver began she squeezed his hand in motivation. "gratzie", he whispered quickly.

" Tirza doesn't know what's going on", he revealed. "So this is for you too. Dillito mio", he kissed her. Someone hollered. Tina prolly.

"Okay. The miracles of abundance involves fishes", he pointed to uncle Peter. "Right" who nodded back. "Fishes in various cultures represent blessings and prosperity", people nodded. Hooked into his every word.

"When Celine asked you all not to bring gifts or sweets. Some of you must have been shocked. Because she asked you to get a small living fish of your choice",

Everyone nodded again. This was news her.

"Thank you Celine", he nodded at her.

"To my family a fish represents acceptance, honour and protection", he continued.

"I've asked you to bring a fish, it is because it is a part of you that will stay in our house, beautify it", he explained.

"We", he pulled her into his side.

"Promise to protect and nourish the gifts that you have given us, as the representation of our relationship as a family",  a few sniffles were heard. All the moms were wiping their tears.

"I would like to ask Pastor Peter to pray and then we can commence", he requested.

Tirza clung to her man as uncle peter prayed. It was a moment of extreme peace. She felt her tears flow but they were tears of love. She felt acceptance. No hatred existed.

When everyone said Amen.

"Darling this is yours", he handed her a small glass bowl with a lone fish swimming in it. A small black and gold spotted fish.

"Our home becomes yours, our walls become yours. As long as your fish is here security will never stop you", he announced before releasing his fish into the water. And so did she.

There was so much joy and excitement.

Some of the cousins recorded.

"Mio Amore", he called tapping her shoulder. As she was speaking to Shaloom.

"Just a minute", she said to her cousin.

He had a box in his hand that as labelled joy. He walked up to Stella mama who was talking to Dado.

"This is Joshua's fish, do you want to put it in the water", he asked offering her the box. She understood and did what he asked. Laughing happy tears.

"Its orange", Tirza observed. An orange Koi. "Its his favourite colour",

"Drew told me he sent a fish too", Tirza remembered.

"Yes and I asked Tina to release it and I had it recorded". He winked.

"One more stop", he said directing her to her other aunt.

"This is Michelle and Caleb's do you want to do the honours?", she laughed loudly and accepted the offer.

It was a moment to remember for a very long time.

"Can I bring a turtle, the next time I'm here?", kitty asked.

"A lion would suit you more but we will agree with a turtle for now", he agreed.

"Then I want a cat", Aimen butted In.

"Sorry that's not possible", he declined.

"Because we already have a dog", Tina jumped in.

The girls jumped with excitement.

"Take. Me . To. It", kitty punctuated.

"Ask Celine nicely. And maybe she will give you a nice house tour". He pointed.

"House tour!!!!", one of them shouted.

And soon relatives began to follow.

When alone.

"Thank you so much, it was a wonderful gesture.", she kissed him with love and adoration.

"It was nothing. It's not my original idea I must admit", he linked their hands and began walking as the other staff began to pick up the discarded boxes.

"So who's idea was it", she nudged him in his side.

"My mother but that's not the interesting bit.", he looked at his nails.

"Oh wow its 12:37". He announced.

"Do continue", she urged as the crossed the door. And was now walking towards the front fountain.

"My aunt once irked my mother and she took her fish out and put it in a container and had it transported to my aunts house", he recalled. He opened the front door. And found everyone waiting in the foyer.

"Papa has a present for you", Annie announced. Shalom was holding the a white box. With gold swirls on its borders.

"From all of us to you", Papa said.

And handed it to Dado who presented it to Oliver.

"What is it?", Tirza asked. Genuinely intrigued.

"Picture", papa laughed. As Oliver lifted the top of the box.

"A picture of us from the wedding",  he was shocked.

"Dios Mio", he was really happy.

"Best day ever", Oliver commented. Looking at Tirza. She knew what he meant

And winked back.

"My heart", he placed his hand as if experiencing a mortal wound.

"Can we please have a house tour now?", Tina spoke from the stairs.

"Si", he agreed.

"Celine, please do the honours", Oliver requested.

"Alright upstairs or downstairs", she asked.

A small debate started about upstairs and downstairs. The younger people went upstairs while the Parents sat in the semi formal sitting area.

" technically it's not a house tour. It's a dog hunt", Aimen pointed out with much enthusiasm.

"What kind of dog is it?", her dad asked.

"A mastiff", she recalled.

"Where are baba and nathan?", She asked taking her own mimosa.

"Sharak pur, apparently one of Nathan's many cousins are getting married", Papa joked.

Everyone laughed.

"When did you get the house?", Uncle P asked.

"We saw the property an year go. Finalised it 8 months ago. A few things needed to be fixed", he admitted.

"Its very nice", he appraised.

"Thank you I'm glad you like it", he smiled sipping his drink.

Lunch was an outstanding success to say.

People over indulged in meals and around 4 was when they all had tea. Oliver and Tirza in true Italian fashion settled for an espresso.

" you never finished your story", she poked his side as they lounged on the Divan.

"Ah, yes", he agreed sipping his bitter brew.

"Where was I?", he tried go recall as he played with a wisp of her hair. Tracing it across the back of her ear.

"How mama had the fish transported to your aunt's house", she filled in.

"Yes. My aunts house", he looked into distance. She slipped her hand into his because he had began to play with her hair again.

"And so my aunt's fish. Was packed in a Tupperware with adequate volume of water, but the delivery guy didn't bother with a fragile sticker and neither did he make the delivery his primary priority", he stopped to take a small sip of his coffee and kissed his wife softly.

"Because when the box recieved its destination the fish had almost died", he huffed. She visually flinched.

"Your mom is scary", she admitted after a moment of silence.

"That's precisely how my sisters reacted. But I saw my mother fill the box with water with my own two eyes", he stroked her face. "She didn't mean to harm the fish but the universe wish otherwise". He grinned.

"Was the purpose of this story to scare me regarding your mum?", she leaned back to observe him.

"The purpose of this elaborate tale. Regina Mia is that my mother didn't mean to harm the fish but to merely send it back. But if these people try" he laughed at that. " think that they can try to harm you. Then I will simply have their fish isolated in a separate bowl outside.", he suggested.

"Where exactly?", she eyed him.

"You know somewhere and we will name it the pollution pond. That fish was making the other sick. Now we cant have that can we", there was a dangerous gleam in his aqua orbs. Which he winked at smiled at her to calm its intensity because he saw her shiver.

She out of habit placed her hand at the pulse point in her neck. Which was somewhat flushed. He had to make a herculean effort to pull himself off the sofa. He picked both of their cups and walked away from her. She was still processing what he had said to her. He would protect her and eradicate those who wish to hurt her.

[miniladdy22]

Quietly Burning

A prologue with multiple parts, and a start of something different. Definitely something I didn't expect myself to actually write, let alone publish.

Think about this: This story has mentions of past abuse, past self-harm, past suicide attempt, panic attacks, as well as vampires. This means there are mentions of blood, murder, attempted murder, kidnapping, biting, and violent scenes with blood and gore. If any of these or upcoming chapters with appropriate warnings will trigger you in any way, shape, or form, no matter how poorly written it is, take extreme caution while reading.

This is an experiment. I'm trying to jump back into writing as much as I can before school starts again. It's an experiment to try out a different writing style, sort of. Or something. Ye.

I have other stuff, but I dont jnow that BBS fans would be a big fan of UT stuff. Either way, thanks for reading, and as always, I hope ye enjoy.

Summary

Craig had a life where no one thought much of him. He was just there as an emotional punching bag.

But moving to California to escape his family and a clingy, abusive boyfriend and meet an internet friend may have been his worst and best decision yet.

He meets so many new people, and is tugged and secured into a new family who loves him unconditionally. He starts a new life with his new love and he couldn't be happier.

They're only request is for him to keep their secret and, well, how can he say no to that?

The problem is, is the secret itself. You would expect a family of vampires would freak him out, but it's the hell fire that made him rethink his choices.

Leaving 0.1

"So when does your flight leave?" A voice over a Skype call asked, watching as a cute boy shoved clothes into a suitcase.

"Tonight, around midnight," Craig answered, grunting as he struggled to zip the suitcase close. "God dammit-" The voice laughed at him. "Don't laugh, you dick! It's really full!!"

"It's hilarious to see your stupid ass struggle with a fucking suitcase, of all things."

"Shut the fuck up, Tyler." Craig laughed with him, nonetheless.

Tyler glanced at the clock at the bottom of his screen. "So it's, like... what, 8:00 PM for you?"

"8:30, yeah." Craig grunted one last time as he finally closed his last suitcase. He slumped into his computer chair, glancing around his empty room. Most of his things were sold or tossed. He was bringing a suitcase of clothes and his computer stuff, which he still needed to pack.

Tyler smiled. "You gonna get some sleep before then?"

"I-" A notification popped up on his computer. After reading it, Craig sighed.

"What?"

"It's James."

"That dickwad again?" Tyler made a face, clearly displeased.

"He's taking all of this hard. He wants to talk again tonight."

"You gonna humor him?"

"Might as well." Craig sighed, and typed a message back. They began to argue back and forth. Tyler could clearly tell Craig was distressed over it.

"Dude, just ignore him. He isn't worth your time."

Craig was silent for a moment. He groaned and dropped his head on his desk. "I can't. He's outside my house."

"Right fucking now? Are you fucking kidding m-"

"CRAIG. JAMES IS OUTSIDE. GET DOWN HERE! NOW!!"

Craig looked up at Tyler, dreading every bit of what was to come next.

"Four hours, not four days."

"God I hope so," Craig mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "I'll text you later, Ty."

"Let me know how it all goes, 'kay?"

"Sure thing." Craig gave him a tired smile before ending the call.

"CRAIG!?"

Craig sighed, rubbing his face. "COMING!"

~*~*~*~*~

Airport 0.2

**If you want to read Craig's conversation with Tyler, you can read it on Tap, unless it still isn't working, then I'll make a separate book for texts. This is just so people don't have to bother with texts if they don't care about them. If you don't read the texts or don't have access to Tap, you won't miss much. Now this may be a really stupid thing, but as you'll find out in the fourth part, this us experimently. Thanks for your time, enjoy the second part.

Craig shoved his suitcase into the backseat, closing the door with a tired sigh. James looked at him, concern on his face. "I really don't think you leaving is the best idea, honey..."

Craig looked at him, tired, before getting in the passenger seat. "It's exactly what I need if I want to be a game designer."

James slid into the driver's seat, sighing, "I know, but is that what you really want?"

"My answer is the same as it was an hour ago: Yes." James sighed for the umpteenth time, and started the car. "I have a life and a job I want to pursue. Why aren't you happy I'm doing something I love?" He said nothing, so Craig remained quiet as he pulled out of the driveway.

On their way to the airport, Craig got a message from Tyler. He talked to him for a little while, ignoring how James looked over at him constantly. Craig knew James was jealous of the attention Tyler got, even though James had no idea who Tyler was, but it was something he was just going to have to get over.

But, knowing him, he would bug him about it until he got what he wanted.

"Who are you talking to?" James questioned, letting his eyes slip over to Craig.

"I'm letting Tyler know we're on our way to the airport, and reaffirming the time he'll be at the airport to pick me up in the next twelve hours." Craig continued to type away on his phone. Really, he was telling Tyler about the hour long debate he had with James, and how ridiculous he was being about him leaving. Craig was so utterly annoyed with James, he was dreading the next half hour of driving.

"... oh."

Another moment of silence before James pestered him again. "What are you talking about now?"

"Mom messaged me."

"Oh..."

More silence.

"What if this guy isn't who you think he is? What if he's a bad person? What if this was a mistake?"

"I've known him for almost two years, James. And it was my idea to move, not his. He just offered his place to me until I could get my own." Craig was really, really trying to be patient. He really was.

James didn't say anything after that, and for that, Craig was grateful. By the time they got to the airport, it was a quarter after 11:00 PM. James helped him carry his things inside. They found where Craig's plane would be leaving when James stopped him with tears in his eyes.

His voice broke as he spoke, "Craig... I don't want to lose you. You're everything to me, you're all I have..." Craig's vision blurred, and his heart clenched painfully. "Please, please don't go..."

Craig kept his eyes on the ground, guilt creeping into his mind. What if this was a bad idea? What if it turned out badly? Maybe James was right, maybe he needed to stay here...

"... You always say that..." Craig's voice was soft. He was afraid if he spoke any louder, he would cave in on himself. "You always say I'm everything to you and everything you have and... and yet every time, it ends with me bruised, and broken, and you're happy as can be..."

"Craig..."

"You can't... You can't guilt trip me into staying, James. You...don't control what I do and say. It was never something you were meant to do and..." And yet you did it anyway. Repeatedly. All the time. And it terrifies me to stay here longer than I need to. "...I loved you once. I don't feel the same anymore."

They were both quiet for a while. Craig was afraid to look up and see the painful expression of his ex. He kept his cool when James stepped forward and hugged him. He gasped when James tightened his hold and whispered into his ear. The words sent shivers down his spine, and froze him to the bone. James pulled away and walked past him, leaving Craig panting, wide-eyed.

He collected himself and quickly dragged his suitcases behind him.

~*~*~*~*~

Flight, Tyler 0.3

*If you want to see their texts, refer to Quietly Burning Messages on Tap, unless it isn't working, then refer to QBM here on Wattpad. There are two different scenes where they text.

On the plane, five minutes before takeoff, Craig was telling Tyler about what happened before James left. His stomach was turning, he felt lightheaded and sick to his stomach. He wanted to cry, but he refused to disturb the annoyed male next to him.

The conversation came to an abrupt end when the plane was about to take off. They bid each other goodbye as a flight attendant asked him, once more, to put his phone away.

The flight went by quickly. His anxiety had exhausted him, thus letting him fall asleep quickly. He jolted awake as the plane landed. He blinked rapidly, rubbing his face and discovering he had drool on the corner of his mouth. Gross.

Getting off the plane was easy. Finding his suitcases? Not so much. He was smart, and tied a brightly colored piece of cloth to the handle of each bag, but they took forever to come around. Once they did, Craig found the nearest seats and stole one, getting out his phone and turning it on. He yawned quietly, rubbing his eye as the screen blinked to life. He had a few goofy texts from Tyler, which made him smile brightly. The conversed back and forth for a small while. Excitement flowed through him when Tyler said he was looking for him. He was about to reply when someone plucked his phone out of his hands.

"What the-" Craig looked at the thief, annoyed and confused as hell, but it all disappeared with a grin. He stood and tackled Tyler with a hug, squeezing the life out of him. Tyler didn't seem to mind, as he laughed and hugged back, making him feel secure and safe. "Finally."

"Yeah, no kidding?" They pulled away, and grinned at each other. "I don't think I've properly introduce myself. I'm Tyler." Tyler returned his phone, and shook Craig's hand.

"I'm Craig." Craig was giddy with happiness and excitement.

"Ready to get settled in?"

"I will be when I get coffee in my system and oh my god you got me coffee." Tyler laughed, holding the large cup out to him. Craig was quick to burn the top of his mouth. He moaned quietly, "holy shit you even got what I like."

"Told you 20 questions wasn't stupid."

"You're a saint, bless you."

Tyler laughed, grabbing Craig's bag and slinging it over his shoulder, then getting a hold of all of his suitcases. He struggled for a moment,"Jesus Christ, I don't know how you managed this."

"Sheer will and determination, my good friend." Craig watched as he struggled a little more,frowning. "Here, let me-"

Tyler slapped his hand. "No. I can do it, I got it. Let's get you out of here and into a restaurant. I'm thinking takeout, what do you say?"

Craig beamed. "Tyler I could marry you. Yes please."

They made a beeline towards the exit, food on their minds and coffee in their systems. By the time they reached the doors, Craig was finished with his coffee and had tossed the cup in the trash.

"Damn."

"Thank you." Craig reached for his suitcases. "Let me-"

"-Nope, I'll put these in the back. Go sit your pretty ass down and relax. Post-flights suck balls, it's going to be hell for you for the next few days, so it's my job, as your loving host, to make it as great as possible."

Craig dropped his hand and laughed, shaking his head. "Dunno what I did to deserve a friend like you, Ty."

Tyler froze a moment, but he quickly came back with, "With the shit you've been through? You deserve the entire world and more," as he shoved Craig's luggage into the back of his trunk. He missed the shocked look on Craig's face, and the blush that accompanied it. Craig quickly climbed into the passenger seat, and his stomach grumbled at him. Once Tyler was in the truck, they buckled up and headed out to stuff their faces.

~*~*~*~*~

New Home 0.4 (my personal favorite of these four)

"This smells like heaven."

"It tastes even better." Tyler laughed at him as Craig shoved his nose into the plastic takeout bag, inhaling the godly smell through his nose and groaning.

After they ordered and picked up their food, Tyler drove them back to his apartment to dig into the glorious takeout and get Craig settled into his new home. As they pulled up to his place, Tyler glanced over at Craig. "It's Thursday, right?"

Craig looked at him, curiously, "Yeah? Why?"

Tyler nodded, more to himself, and got out of the truck. "I'll tell you over food. Let's get you inside, first." Craig couldn't agree more.

Once inside, Tyler set two of Craig's suitcases behind a couch and took the food from Craig. Craig set his duffel and small suitcase next to his other stuff, and took a moment to look around Tyler's place. It surprised him how well kept everything was, and how big and expensive it all looked. It made him feel slightly out of place, like he asked too much to stay in a place like this. The part of him that believed, from the beginning, that he didn't belong here and he didn't deserve to be here was slowly growing larger.

"Hey." Tyler grabbed Craig's attention away from his wandering thoughts. "Food is gonna get cold with all that thinking you're doing. Get over here and stuff your face with me." He smirked when Craig laughed, noticing how he gave in and relaxed.

They sat down at the table, and dug in.

"You weren't fucking kidding, holy shit," Craig mumbled in between bites.

"Right? Best shit around."

They ate in silence for a while enjoying the flavors they shoved down their throats.

"So." Tyler swallowed. "Was the flight okay?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah, I slept through it all. I was pretty exhausted after, uh, the thing."

Tyler twirled his fork, eyeing Craig. "Right. Sleep okay?"

"Dreamless and quick, which I'm happy about." Craig pointed his fork at Tyler, "What was that earlier about today being Thursday?"

"Oh yeah. I have a thing planned Saturday. I'm meeting up with family at a bar around 8:00. You feeling up to that?"

Craig chewed his food slowly for a moment. "Like... Meet your family?"

"Yeah. Well- they're not blood family, but they're the best family i could ask for."

It never crossed Craig's mind that he knew nothing about Tyler's family. Hesitantly, he asked, "Oh, so not your parents or anything?"

Tyler's shoveling of food slowed for a moment. "Uh, no. No parents."

Shit, did I mess something up? "Oh... Sorry, um... what happened?"

Tyler glanced over at Craig, who was quietly scraping his food into a pile. He smiled, "It's a long story I'll have to tell you another time."

Craig kicked himself, feeling terrible. "Oh, okay, s-sorry, I didn't mean t-"

"Hey, it's cool. Not upset over it."  

They finished up their meal, Tyler breaking the thin ice they were treading on by nudging him and asking if he wanted to play COD. Craig's face lit up like a Christmas tree, and it was the most adorable thing Tyler has ever seen (well, no, it actually isn't. He's seen Craig get angry over hiccups, and get flustered by an onslaught of compliments Tyler tossed his way, when they first video called).

Within the next ten minutes, they were shouting at each other and elbowing each other to get the other to fuck up. The switched back and forth between zombies and multiplayer, having the best first night they could ever ask for. By the time Craig began to tire, it was almost 3 AM.

"Shit, I didn't mean to keep you up so late, man," Craig yawned as Tyler stretched. "Sorry."

"Nah, it's all good. Not tired yet anyway."

"But tired of COD?"

"Hell yeah." Craig laughed, shutting down the console and putting the controllers on charge. When he was finished, he turned to look at Tyler, only to find him opening a glass door to a balcony. Tyler glanced back, and smiled. Craig couldn't help but smile back, his cheeks burning. Tyler stepped into the chilly morning, and leaned against the stone, staring out into the city. Quietly as he could manage, Craig joined him, grabbing a blanket from the couch and wrapping it around both of them.

They were quiet for a while, just watching the city as it went on with its busy self. They shared the blanket, shoulders pressed against each other. It was quiet where they were, but if you listened hard enough, you could hear sirens and city noise coming from the cluster of lights on the ground.

"I bet the sky is gorgeous back in Ireland," Tyler whispered, looking at the almost black sky.

"You don't see views like this," Craig said quietly, eyes on the city.

They enjoyed their sights, content with the silence between them. A thought crossed Craig's mind at random, almost startling him.

"...Ty?"

"Hmm."

"Did...you mean what you said?" A pause. "I know it was a bit ago, l-like a week or more? But, u-um..."

Tyler looked at Craig, surprised. His focus was on the city, his eyes darting back and forth. "Of course," Tyler said, quietly. "Every word." Craig couldn't help but smile, and laugh a little. Tyler looked at him, smiling despite his confusion, "What's so funny?"

Craig met his gaze. Tyler had done so much for him over the past two years. He was everything he needed when no one else was there. When his parents gave him hell for wanting to design games, Tyler praised him and encouraged him with love a parent should give. When high school kicked his ass and pushed him around, Tyler helped him up and smiled, and joked and laughed until Craig forgot his problems. When James took control over his life and abused his health, Tyler gave him choices, and comfort, and a way out.

Craig broke out of his thoughts when Tyler touched his cheek, concerned. Craig's eyes burned, and his chest felt tight. "Hey... hey, what's wrong?"

Suddenly overwhelmed with emotions, tears spilled down his face. He stumbled over his words to try and explain what he was feeling, "I just. It-It doesn't- I don't- wh-what did I do to deserve you-ou, I-I- I don't und-derstand, I-I-" His shoulders were shaking and his chest heaved and hitched as he sobbed quietly and covered his face.

Tyler was there, as he always was when Craig was having a break down, whispering comforting words into his ear, "Hey, hey..it's okay. You deserve the world, Mini, all of it and so much more." It was different this time, because he wasn't whispering to him through a pair of ear buds. Tyler could wrap his arms around him and let him rest his head on his shoulder, rub his back and shush him gently as he sobbed and sobbed and sobbed into the gross mess he knew he was. It was different, he felt secure and safe and away from everything he grew up with and he was so utterly relieved that he couldn't help but grip his t-shirt and pour his heart out into the open air around him.

Craig told Tyler just how happy he was. He told him how safe he felt and how relieved he was, how sorry he was for everything and how he wished he moved sooner. He told him he loved him, too, and how he felt as if he didn't deserve the whole world and more. He soaked his shirt with tears, and apologized more than once. Craig told him he couldn't bring himself to let go of him because he was afraid he would wake up and Tyler would be gone. And it terrified him, because he didn't want to go back.

And Tyler was there, gently rubbing his back and listening to every word he said. And he made some joke about not getting a refund on his ticket, and it made Craig laugh wetly, but laugh nonetheless. And he was there, and he was real.

And Craig was finally safe.

End of Prologue.

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Wladimir Klitschko:’ This may sound pretentiou, but I am like Mount Everest’

The 41 -year-olds training camp in the Alps looks like the locate for a fright cinema and he tells Sachin Nakrani he is in the mood to give Anthony Joshua a scare when they meet on 29 April at Wembley

Stanglwirt is a sprawling bio-hotel located in the Austrian Alps and which at first glance consider this to be the adjust for a slow-burning, creepy repugnance movie. With its mountainous background and somewhat kitsch interior heavy grove panelling, stripy sofas it brings about remembrances of the Overlook Hotel from Stephen Kings The Shining. Walk through the foyer, past all staff members dressed in lederhosen, and it feels like merely a matter of time until a clock goes off, a cuckoo springs out and a form falls down the stairs.

But on this spring visit there is no fright to be had. Instead, amid the restaurants sector and prohibits, the spas, saunas and wading pool, resides a fib of redemption. Or, as Wladimir Klitschko applies it, fulfilling an obsession.

The heavyweight is here to prepare for his contest with Anthony Joshua at Wembley Stadium on 29 April. Stanglwirt has been his pre-fight basi since 2003 and a home he describes as a residence away from residence. It is easy to see the are calling for all its Heres Johnny! tones, the complex , now more than 250 years old, is a beautiful plaza to waste some time. Pristine, picturesque, heated, friendly and with plenty to do and devour. For Klitschko it is somewhere to get his head and mas right, which now now more than ever is important for a boxing enormous who, as he acknowledges, is about to take over a career-defining challenge.

Klitschko has not fought since his shock defeat to Tyson Fury in Dsseldorf 17 few months ago. It was an outcome that not only stripped the Ukrainian of his WBA, IBF and WBO claims but also of his robe of near-invincibility. Dr Steelhammer, a fighter who had secured 53 of his 64 wins across a 27 -year career by knockout, was outgunned by a man who dressed as Batman for one of their pre-fight news conference. Fury was a joke, yet after a unanimous stages decision on 28 November 2015 he was the one laughing.

Much has happened to Fury since that night and one of the consequences has been Klitschko missing out on a rematch that would have provisioned him with a chance to prove he is no busted even after a fourth win since becoming professional in 1996. Unfinished business, as he applies it. Now, finally, comes the chance for him to go again against a British fighter.

Wladimir Klitschko and his physio Aldo Vetere at the Stanglwirt hotel. Photo: Johann Groder/ AFP/ Getty Images

Joshua, the IBF champion, represents a different menace to Fury a year younger at 27, greater and more deadly. Then there is the determine: a stadium Klitschko has never fought at, in front of a 90,000 sellout gathering. He is over there on the back of his longest period of immobility since first fastening up a duet of gloves, and having simply turned 41. Little wonder this most assured of men is full of questions, full of doubts, as he spoke at Stanglwirt.

This fight is 50 -5 0, Klitschko said. Can the younger guy make it? Has the older person still got it? Query observes are making this event really interesting. Ive never had a pause for a year and a half. Is it bad? Is it good? Will I have rust? I crave the answers myself.

One thing I believe is I dont appear my age. Its not empty words. I am going in best available determine of “peoples lives”, physically and mentally. I dont insure Im lodge and not improving, even in a athletic Ive been involved with for so long. Thats what interests and evokes me.

Klitschko certainly gazed well as he expressed, flanked by his director, Bernd Bnte, and his tutor, Johnathon Banks.

The body continues enforcing and defined, his appearance chiselled and those sides continue to look like weapons of mass destruction. Expected to predict how the fight with Joshua will go, Klitschko grew his fists and nodded towards them in turn. Funeral or infirmary? Hospital or funeral? I dont need many punches to knock a person out.

That was a uncommon moment of trash-talking bravado from the veteran( alongside the moment he claimed Joshua get confidence from his muscles and is better are in accordance with bodybuilding ).

Generally Klitschko was respectful of his rival, assume partly out of the fact Joshua goes into their fight on the back of a perfect professional account 18 wins from 18 pushes, all reached via knockout and partly because of the respect Klitschko developed for “the mens” from Watford, having invited him to be a sparring partner in November 2014, before taking on the Bulgarian Kubrat Pulev.

He amazed me with his attitude, Klitschko says. He was in the background and memorizing. Sometimes you need to be quiet and just watch, and he was discovering everything. He could also box, so I yielded him credit and I was there in the arena when he won gold[ at London 2012 ]~ ATAGEND. Every medallist in the super-heavyweight discord at the Olympics has to be considered successful. He has a lot of potential and so far has done good.

Unlike Fury, Joshua is likely to engage with Klitschko from the first bell, would be interested to weed his hoofs and unload bombards as often as possible. On one side that provides the challenger with a holding target not to mention a presumably vulnerable chin but on the other it symbolizes he will have to engage himself, something Klitschko did merely in the 12 th round of the Fury fight when his uncharacteristic indecision against a moving target had given him no choice but to go for interruption. Ultimately it was too little, too late.

Klitschko holds he has learned from his mistakes and will be fully prepared for current challenges by the time he arrives in London on 26 April. Until then it is a event of working hard and abiding focused, something that was there to learnt at Stanglwirt.

The scene was a proselytized tennis court in the bowels of the inn. In the middle sat a reverberate while at one line-up were three punchbags hung in ascending order and at another a basketball cyberspace where, at around 8am, Banks killed hoops with another member of backroom team as Klitschko went through a series of stretching activities. Two television screens had been lay out demo Joshuas previous fights, everything taking place to the tone of Motown classics. It was a tighten start.

Banks and Klitschko eventually underwent some pad work inside the ring. It was, in keeping with the climate of the morning, a relatively soothing seminar but the music of thudding fists carried enough of an echo to remind spectators of the ability coming Joshuas way later this month. The 27 -year-old is the favourite with most bookmakers but complacency would be preposterous against a guy who has been there, done that, and is penetrating the ring not because he requirement the money but because he is determined to prompt the world he remains one of the most durable heavyweights and, yet again, has what it takes to be a champion.

Wladimir Klitschko was uncharacteristically indecisive against Tyson Fury in 2015. Image: Kai Pfaffenbach/ Reuters

Failure is an experience and Im coming after a demolish[ against Fury] with a totally different posture, Klitschko says. I learned more about myself, about boxing, through that overcome. Regrettably I cannot change it, or have a second kill like in golf theres no mulligan for me. But Im not a destroyed man.

This may sound arrogant but I am like Mount Everest. You can clamber it during a certain period of time during 2 week in April I imagine and say: I subdued Everest. Then youve got to run down because its going to take you down if you miss the time.

Some make it back but a lot of people expire, so is Mount Everest overcome? No, its still here and its going to take another life this April.

Sky Sports Box Office will show Joshua v Klitschko exclusively live on 29 April. To book go to www.skysports.com/ joshua

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The house was cold as Zephyr woke up and glanced around the bare walls if his rooms. He had never really beeen one to hang onto the things he owned. There was a desk standing in a corner of the room beneath neatly organized stacks of paperwork. he had no friends to have pictures of, the single one he owned with kai stacked away securely in his wallet. His furniture was painted in a plain white the only contrast that existed was the darkness of his clothes. 

He got dressed quiet quickly before making his way dwnstairs plannung to get some food.The last thing he had expected to see where his parents at home seemingly just waiting for him to come down: “Father? Mother? What are you doing here?” He asked quily eyes flitting in between them. He hadn’t seen them standing next ot each other in months.

“We need to talk to you Zephyr.” His father’s voice was cold and steady the words piercing through the tense atmosphere. “What about?” How own voice was shaky eyes narrowing. His father didn’t reply instead simply placed pictures on the table and pushed them towards his son. Trembling fingers reached for them and Zephyr could feel his heart dropping to his gut leaving an empty hole that seemed to suck the breath from his lungs: “You have had me shadowed.” He was surprised at the steady sound of his own voice as he looked through the pictures of him and Kai out on secret dates.

“You had been acting strange over the last weeks and your mother and I decided to have someone follow you to make your that you are safe. As it turned out it was necessary.” zephyr’s hands ghosted dover his chest clawing into the skin beneath it. “I do not need supervision father.” he bit back a little harsher than he had intene´ded to. “It seems you do. We told you to stay away from those people.” “They are nice epeople. if you would let me explain-” he got cut off by Edward raising his hand and Zephyr froze knowing from experience that nothing good would ever followw that motion. “You disobeyed me, Zephyr. The district people are dangerous. And you know it. There is something rising son. They are talking in ushed voices. A second rebellion could arise every day. We need to stick totgether and protect the capitol.” His father ended on a serious note steel gray eyesglaring at Zephyr as his father leaned forward the desk being the only thing that seperated them by now.

Zephyr’s hands were sweating his heart pumped blood through his veins so fast he could hear it: “Maybe- maybe the capitol deserves it-” he spoke up his voice meek imediately regretting the words as they had left his mouth. “I’m afraid I didn’t hear you, son.” His father’s face had turned hard again, lips pursed together dn Zephyr’s breath hitched in his throat- he seemed to freeze- his tongue not following his own orders anymore. He knew what he needed to say- knew what was expected of him. A trion’s purpose... words were swarming in his head like the voices of stranges... to live, to die, to serve... he couldn’t breath anymore the world around him spun... A trion’s purpose is to serve... to obey. He had to obey.

And ye the only words he got out while the colours of the world seemed to change were his doom: “perhaps the capitol is the bad guy here father. Perhaps you were wrong all the-” He never managed to finish that sentence before he staggered backwards head throwing back fromt he fore of the slap. His face burned and he could feel blood trickling down his cheek where the wedding ring of his father had set. “I knew you would be too soft- the tower corrupted you.” “Father- that’s not-” “Repeat afte rme Zephyr- what is the truth? I know you know it.” He wanted to cry- tears pricking at his eyes- throat closed tightly. But a Trion did niot cry asnd so he looked up cheeks red the inner turmoil in him tearing him apart: “A trion’s life-” he started, but wasn’t strong enough to continue. His father urged him on with nothing but a gance that mad Zephyr tremble even more than the slap before had done. “A trion’s purpose is to serve- A trion lives for the capitol. We breath, work and die in its service. All we do is to benefit out place in the grand scheme and the way we can help the capitol. A trion’s purpose is to serve.” he ended his knees weak all the fight from his eyes gone. “Exactly- you best remem,ber that again and until then I think it would be best for you to stay away from your mother and I.” There was not a single ounce of regret opn his face as Edward motioned for the door. “And until you dont realize what you have done wrong. Don’t bother coming back.” It was a slap in his face, the metaphorical one hurting worse thean the physical on.

He knew that once he walked out of that door he would no longer be his father’s son; that he would throw away all he had ever belied in for- for what even? 

He had no idea what he was going to do now, but there was no going back anymore.

“I’ll be gone in an hour, sir.”

#ruleandextra

[apsbicepstraining]

Wladimir Klitschko:’ This may sound pretentiou, but I am like Mount Everest’

The 41 -year-olds training camp in the Alps looks like the locate for a fright cinema and he tells Sachin Nakrani he is in the mood to give Anthony Joshua a scare when they meet on 29 April at Wembley

Stanglwirt is a sprawling bio-hotel located in the Austrian Alps and which at first glance consider this to be the adjust for a slow-burning, creepy repugnance movie. With its mountainous background and somewhat kitsch interior heavy grove panelling, stripy sofas it brings about remembrances of the Overlook Hotel from Stephen Kings The Shining. Walk through the foyer, past all staff members dressed in lederhosen, and it feels like merely a matter of time until a clock goes off, a cuckoo springs out and a form falls down the stairs.

But on this spring visit there is no fright to be had. Instead, amid the restaurants sector and prohibits, the spas, saunas and wading pool, resides a fib of redemption. Or, as Wladimir Klitschko applies it, fulfilling an obsession.

The heavyweight is here to prepare for his contest with Anthony Joshua at Wembley Stadium on 29 April. Stanglwirt has been his pre-fight basi since 2003 and a home he describes as a residence away from residence. It is easy to see the are calling for all its Heres Johnny! tones, the complex , now more than 250 years old, is a beautiful plaza to waste some time. Pristine, picturesque, heated, friendly and with plenty to do and devour. For Klitschko it is somewhere to get his head and mas right, which now now more than ever is important for a boxing enormous who, as he acknowledges, is about to take over a career-defining challenge.

Klitschko has not fought since his shock defeat to Tyson Fury in Dsseldorf 17 few months ago. It was an outcome that not only stripped the Ukrainian of his WBA, IBF and WBO claims but also of his robe of near-invincibility. Dr Steelhammer, a fighter who had secured 53 of his 64 wins across a 27 -year career by knockout, was outgunned by a man who dressed as Batman for one of their pre-fight news conference. Fury was a joke, yet after a unanimous stages decision on 28 November 2015 he was the one laughing.

Much has happened to Fury since that night and one of the consequences has been Klitschko missing out on a rematch that would have provisioned him with a chance to prove he is no busted even after a fourth win since becoming professional in 1996. Unfinished business, as he applies it. Now, finally, comes the chance for him to go again against a British fighter.

Wladimir Klitschko and his physio Aldo Vetere at the Stanglwirt hotel. Photo: Johann Groder/ AFP/ Getty Images

Joshua, the IBF champion, represents a different menace to Fury a year younger at 27, greater and more deadly. Then there is the determine: a stadium Klitschko has never fought at, in front of a 90,000 sellout gathering. He is over there on the back of his longest period of immobility since first fastening up a duet of gloves, and having simply turned 41. Little wonder this most assured of men is full of questions, full of doubts, as he spoke at Stanglwirt.

This fight is 50 -5 0, Klitschko said. Can the younger guy make it? Has the older person still got it? Query observes are making this event really interesting. Ive never had a pause for a year and a half. Is it bad? Is it good? Will I have rust? I crave the answers myself.

One thing I believe is I dont appear my age. Its not empty words. I am going in best available determine of “peoples lives”, physically and mentally. I dont insure Im lodge and not improving, even in a athletic Ive been involved with for so long. Thats what interests and evokes me.

Klitschko certainly gazed well as he expressed, flanked by his director, Bernd Bnte, and his tutor, Johnathon Banks.

The body continues enforcing and defined, his appearance chiselled and those sides continue to look like weapons of mass destruction. Expected to predict how the fight with Joshua will go, Klitschko grew his fists and nodded towards them in turn. Funeral or infirmary? Hospital or funeral? I dont need many punches to knock a person out.

That was a uncommon moment of trash-talking bravado from the veteran( alongside the moment he claimed Joshua get confidence from his muscles and is better are in accordance with bodybuilding ).

Generally Klitschko was respectful of his rival, assume partly out of the fact Joshua goes into their fight on the back of a perfect professional account 18 wins from 18 pushes, all reached via knockout and partly because of the respect Klitschko developed for “the mens” from Watford, having invited him to be a sparring partner in November 2014, before taking on the Bulgarian Kubrat Pulev.

He amazed me with his attitude, Klitschko says. He was in the background and memorizing. Sometimes you need to be quiet and just watch, and he was discovering everything. He could also box, so I yielded him credit and I was there in the arena when he won gold[ at London 2012 ]~ ATAGEND. Every medallist in the super-heavyweight discord at the Olympics has to be considered successful. He has a lot of potential and so far has done good.

Unlike Fury, Joshua is likely to engage with Klitschko from the first bell, would be interested to weed his hoofs and unload bombards as often as possible. On one side that provides the challenger with a holding target not to mention a presumably vulnerable chin but on the other it symbolizes he will have to engage himself, something Klitschko did merely in the 12 th round of the Fury fight when his uncharacteristic indecision against a moving target had given him no choice but to go for interruption. Ultimately it was too little, too late.

Klitschko holds he has learned from his mistakes and will be fully prepared for current challenges by the time he arrives in London on 26 April. Until then it is a event of working hard and abiding focused, something that was there to learnt at Stanglwirt.

The scene was a proselytized tennis court in the bowels of the inn. In the middle sat a reverberate while at one line-up were three punchbags hung in ascending order and at another a basketball cyberspace where, at around 8am, Banks killed hoops with another member of backroom team as Klitschko went through a series of stretching activities. Two television screens had been lay out demo Joshuas previous fights, everything taking place to the tone of Motown classics. It was a tighten start.

Banks and Klitschko eventually underwent some pad work inside the ring. It was, in keeping with the climate of the morning, a relatively soothing seminar but the music of thudding fists carried enough of an echo to remind spectators of the ability coming Joshuas way later this month. The 27 -year-old is the favourite with most bookmakers but complacency would be preposterous against a guy who has been there, done that, and is penetrating the ring not because he requirement the money but because he is determined to prompt the world he remains one of the most durable heavyweights and, yet again, has what it takes to be a champion.

Wladimir Klitschko was uncharacteristically indecisive against Tyson Fury in 2015. Image: Kai Pfaffenbach/ Reuters

Failure is an experience and Im coming after a demolish[ against Fury] with a totally different posture, Klitschko says. I learned more about myself, about boxing, through that overcome. Regrettably I cannot change it, or have a second kill like in golf theres no mulligan for me. But Im not a destroyed man.

This may sound arrogant but I am like Mount Everest. You can clamber it during a certain period of time during 2 week in April I imagine and say: I subdued Everest. Then youve got to run down because its going to take you down if you miss the time.

Some make it back but a lot of people expire, so is Mount Everest overcome? No, its still here and its going to take another life this April.

Sky Sports Box Office will show Joshua v Klitschko exclusively live on 29 April. To book go to www.skysports.com/ joshua

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[apsbicepstraining]

Wladimir Klitschko:’ This may sound pretentiou, but I am like Mount Everest’

The 41 -year-olds training camp in the Alps looks like the locate for a fright cinema and he tells Sachin Nakrani he is in the mood to give Anthony Joshua a scare when they meet on 29 April at Wembley

Stanglwirt is a sprawling bio-hotel located in the Austrian Alps and which at first glance consider this to be the adjust for a slow-burning, creepy repugnance movie. With its mountainous background and somewhat kitsch interior heavy grove panelling, stripy sofas it brings about remembrances of the Overlook Hotel from Stephen Kings The Shining. Walk through the foyer, past all staff members dressed in lederhosen, and it feels like merely a matter of time until a clock goes off, a cuckoo springs out and a form falls down the stairs.

But on this spring visit there is no fright to be had. Instead, amid the restaurants sector and prohibits, the spas, saunas and wading pool, resides a fib of redemption. Or, as Wladimir Klitschko applies it, fulfilling an obsession.

The heavyweight is here to prepare for his contest with Anthony Joshua at Wembley Stadium on 29 April. Stanglwirt has been his pre-fight basi since 2003 and a home he describes as a residence away from residence. It is easy to see the are calling for all its Heres Johnny! tones, the complex , now more than 250 years old, is a beautiful plaza to waste some time. Pristine, picturesque, heated, friendly and with plenty to do and devour. For Klitschko it is somewhere to get his head and mas right, which now now more than ever is important for a boxing enormous who, as he acknowledges, is about to take over a career-defining challenge.

Klitschko has not fought since his shock defeat to Tyson Fury in Dsseldorf 17 few months ago. It was an outcome that not only stripped the Ukrainian of his WBA, IBF and WBO claims but also of his robe of near-invincibility. Dr Steelhammer, a fighter who had secured 53 of his 64 wins across a 27 -year career by knockout, was outgunned by a man who dressed as Batman for one of their pre-fight news conference. Fury was a joke, yet after a unanimous stages decision on 28 November 2015 he was the one laughing.

Much has happened to Fury since that night and one of the consequences has been Klitschko missing out on a rematch that would have provisioned him with a chance to prove he is no busted even after a fourth win since becoming professional in 1996. Unfinished business, as he applies it. Now, finally, comes the chance for him to go again against a British fighter.

Wladimir Klitschko and his physio Aldo Vetere at the Stanglwirt hotel. Photo: Johann Groder/ AFP/ Getty Images

Joshua, the IBF champion, represents a different menace to Fury a year younger at 27, greater and more deadly. Then there is the determine: a stadium Klitschko has never fought at, in front of a 90,000 sellout gathering. He is over there on the back of his longest period of immobility since first fastening up a duet of gloves, and having simply turned 41. Little wonder this most assured of men is full of questions, full of doubts, as he spoke at Stanglwirt.

This fight is 50 -5 0, Klitschko said. Can the younger guy make it? Has the older person still got it? Query observes are making this event really interesting. Ive never had a pause for a year and a half. Is it bad? Is it good? Will I have rust? I crave the answers myself.

One thing I believe is I dont appear my age. Its not empty words. I am going in best available determine of “peoples lives”, physically and mentally. I dont insure Im lodge and not improving, even in a athletic Ive been involved with for so long. Thats what interests and evokes me.

Klitschko certainly gazed well as he expressed, flanked by his director, Bernd Bnte, and his tutor, Johnathon Banks.

The body continues enforcing and defined, his appearance chiselled and those sides continue to look like weapons of mass destruction. Expected to predict how the fight with Joshua will go, Klitschko grew his fists and nodded towards them in turn. Funeral or infirmary? Hospital or funeral? I dont need many punches to knock a person out.

That was a uncommon moment of trash-talking bravado from the veteran( alongside the moment he claimed Joshua get confidence from his muscles and is better are in accordance with bodybuilding ).

Generally Klitschko was respectful of his rival, assume partly out of the fact Joshua goes into their fight on the back of a perfect professional account 18 wins from 18 pushes, all reached via knockout and partly because of the respect Klitschko developed for “the mens” from Watford, having invited him to be a sparring partner in November 2014, before taking on the Bulgarian Kubrat Pulev.

He amazed me with his attitude, Klitschko says. He was in the background and memorizing. Sometimes you need to be quiet and just watch, and he was discovering everything. He could also box, so I yielded him credit and I was there in the arena when he won gold[ at London 2012 ]~ ATAGEND. Every medallist in the super-heavyweight discord at the Olympics has to be considered successful. He has a lot of potential and so far has done good.

Unlike Fury, Joshua is likely to engage with Klitschko from the first bell, would be interested to weed his hoofs and unload bombards as often as possible. On one side that provides the challenger with a holding target not to mention a presumably vulnerable chin but on the other it symbolizes he will have to engage himself, something Klitschko did merely in the 12 th round of the Fury fight when his uncharacteristic indecision against a moving target had given him no choice but to go for interruption. Ultimately it was too little, too late.

Klitschko holds he has learned from his mistakes and will be fully prepared for current challenges by the time he arrives in London on 26 April. Until then it is a event of working hard and abiding focused, something that was there to learnt at Stanglwirt.

The scene was a proselytized tennis court in the bowels of the inn. In the middle sat a reverberate while at one line-up were three punchbags hung in ascending order and at another a basketball cyberspace where, at around 8am, Banks killed hoops with another member of backroom team as Klitschko went through a series of stretching activities. Two television screens had been lay out demo Joshuas previous fights, everything taking place to the tone of Motown classics. It was a tighten start.

Banks and Klitschko eventually underwent some pad work inside the ring. It was, in keeping with the climate of the morning, a relatively soothing seminar but the music of thudding fists carried enough of an echo to remind spectators of the ability coming Joshuas way later this month. The 27 -year-old is the favourite with most bookmakers but complacency would be preposterous against a guy who has been there, done that, and is penetrating the ring not because he requirement the money but because he is determined to prompt the world he remains one of the most durable heavyweights and, yet again, has what it takes to be a champion.

Wladimir Klitschko was uncharacteristically indecisive against Tyson Fury in 2015. Image: Kai Pfaffenbach/ Reuters

Failure is an experience and Im coming after a demolish[ against Fury] with a totally different posture, Klitschko says. I learned more about myself, about boxing, through that overcome. Regrettably I cannot change it, or have a second kill like in golf theres no mulligan for me. But Im not a destroyed man.

This may sound arrogant but I am like Mount Everest. You can clamber it during a certain period of time during 2 week in April I imagine and say: I subdued Everest. Then youve got to run down because its going to take you down if you miss the time.

Some make it back but a lot of people expire, so is Mount Everest overcome? No, its still here and its going to take another life this April.

Sky Sports Box Office will show Joshua v Klitschko exclusively live on 29 April. To book go to www.skysports.com/ joshua

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