#he's pikachu putting on a tough front

[moonxpalace]

Do you have any Mom-Iris headcanons? Oliver and Lillian are so cute!

Sure!

Iris grew up without a family, so the parenting role was a huge ?? for her. She is very grateful to have Ash and Delia beside her, and of course her pokemon for support when things get tough

Iris prefers fresh ingredients when cooking to her babies, or simply serve hand picked berries/ fruit

We know how Iris is able to make her own home made remedies/ medicine? She has medicine against ANYTHING! They work, but the taste is awful. Oliver and Lillian never fake being sick because they know Iris will whip up some medicine for them

Iris loves her babies to bits ... But sometimes hearing the word "mom" being repeated 4532 times in an hour drives her mad.

Ash has some awful habits, like scarfing down his food when he's excited. Oliver and Lillian will copy his manners, which Iris finds annoying, since she wants her kids to have good manners.

As the years pass, Iris becomes more comfortable with the mom-role. She loves spending time with her kids and play with them. She also isn't afraid to act all silly and childish to make them laugh

Iris doesn't like to use make-up (she only wears it when she has to, like when she is appearing on TV or have Champion duties) Iris has learnt to hide all her make-up in the highest shelf in the bathroom, or else Lillian will paint the walls with them (and put a bit on her own face, too)

Iris is all about spirituality, so she doesn't tolerate cursing in her home. This is the only thing she is strict about (other than that, she is a pretty chill mom)

Iris' Dragonite is still all about acting tough. Iris will never not swoon about seeing Dragonite act gentle with Oliver and Lillian, like letting them play with his tail or cuddle with him

Iris has always woken up early, while Ash sleeps in whenever he can. Their routine is abruptly changed when they welcomed Oliver and Lillian into the world. Every morning, they are woken up by their kids jumping on their bed like a trampoline, while cheering and laughing. And then one of them will accidentally fall on Ash's stomach and knock the wind outta him.

Iris don't feed Oliver and Lillian a lot of junk (candies, chips etc.) But you can bet Ash and Iris has a hidden shelf full of candy that they eat when their kids go to bed 😇

Iris doesn't like to read. But she definitely will read a goodnight story to her kids when they ask her to do so. And then she ends up falling asleep with them

After months of trying to teach baby!Oliver to say "mama", competing against Ash trying to teach him the word "papa", Oliver's first word ended up becoming "pika". Pikachu was very proud 😭

Iris is not sure how she ended up with two kids who love ice and fairy type pokemon ... Oliver tends to catch ice-types, while Lillian adores fairy-type pokemon

Iris is careful not to dote too much on Oliver and Lillian. Sure she is a champion and a dragon master, and therefore money is never an issue, but she doesn't want her kids to become spoiled. Iris always makes sure to let them choose their own path

Iris learns early on to be careful about what's said in front of her kids, because Oliver and Lillian have nooo issues talking about her business at daycare

Cilan is still a close friend of Iris' and she appreciates him ... But she doesn't appreciate him influencing Oliver and Lillian to become mini-Cilans after he babysits them. Often Iris will have to listen to her kids lecturing her about trains, old-school movies, fishing etc. in great detail. Ash finds it hilarious, though

[canyouplzjust]

Of Course Its Mr. X

I couldn't leave it there, like without explaining the coolest and most tragic things that happened in that session. I just can't write for very long at a time. Anymore.

So, in the hallway of Umbrella Corp we hear the familiar thud of unstoppable footsteps. I don't have to look to know that they are coming from a LARGE man in a normal sized hat, but the hat looks small because he's so big. It's Mr. X from Resident Evil and he can definitely kill any of us in 2 hits. We took off down the hallway, Rory covered our trail with some hearty skeletons that absorbed enough hits for us to get away. Well, get to the end of the hall, in a weird room with floor to ceiling windows and we're trapped. Les used his light field projector to create the illusion that the room extends several feet out farther than it does, and puts the image of us huddled in the dead center. Well, Mr. X took the bait and just fucking smashed through the plate glass window, Michael Myers style, and walked himself out the side of a 40-story drop. holy shit.

While we were half cheering and half crying about how we were going to get down from our towering skyscraper, Max showed up to talk shit. He got real self righteous and confrontational, and when Didi just started biting back at him, I don't know, it was funny, so I laughed. He seemed so powerless and futile, scrabbling with her like that, trading barbs like tough kids at a punk show, but fuck me i guess because when I lowered my chin back down, from throwing my head back in the laughter, he was looking at me with murder in his eyes. It wasn't an empty threat. He snapped his fingers and the mystical Probability Knight appeared in the hallway, lighting up the area behind JD with his hellish glow. I didn't even have time to scream, I saw in my peripheral vision as the giant sword came through the front of JD's chest, and his body collapsed onto the floor, because I couldn't tear my eyes away from Max. Who was that looking at me through his eyes? It felt like motivated hatred, and it really wanted to hurt all of us, but was it the boy I had left behind? I'm truly sorry for what happened to him, but I don't know how we could have left without him if he wasn't truly dead. What's even possible here?

I turned to Les and yelled "Do you have a phone," as he pulled a ringing black phone out of his pants pocket, looking more surprised than I was, really. "Yes.... OK," he said into the phone, and then looked at us. In the tone of a confident man, a trustworthy hero, he said, "Lets go," and jumped out the window. We all followed without hesitation.

On the street below us, in the middle of the day, was a giant inflated parade balloon to break our fall. No damage, just a gentle bounce and the gift of help from a stranger. I think the ballon was of Pikachu... or possibly another cartoon character, and at the bottom of the fall was a spunky Fool who goes by the alias DC. I know what it stands for, but I'm not telling. She took us into the sewer (gross) and led us to a vault with inches thick lead walls that no signals could penetrate. She was from another Paragon party, and she really struggled to give us any info about her long gone friends, but she did have the arm remnants of a Neo. Use it or lose the Faire gold, Les always says, so I suggested he plug some into the arm, and lo - now he has a blink teleporter! DC wouldn't give it up for free, in trade Les and Didi drew her a Transformers comic, based on the new movies that had come out since she'd been trapped. I don't think they were very good, but I also haven't seen them sober, so its impossible to say.

Didi and Les stepped out into the hall (aka the sewer) and Didi made a call to a British sounding ex-boyfriend. He's blonde and he's dangerous and its fucking Spike. Spike met us at the edge of the city with his whole gang of bikers, and we got a ride out of the hot zone. I can't really get into it now, but Didi's got some kids that Spike has been raising for her, or raising to eat her, its still unclear. Its gonna get weird and I'm sure they are dangerous.

[hvpotheses-a]

[ CHITTAPHON LEECHAIYAPORNKUL / TEN, HE/HIM, CISMALE ] — [ THORN SHINAWATRA ] is a child of [ ZEUS ] with the power of [ ELECTROKINESIS ]. They’re [ TWENTY-THREE ] and have been in nemean lion for [ TEN YEARS ]. If you want to meet them, they’re usually around the building [ CHECKING OUT NEW WEAPONS OR TRAINING ]; you could also try [ THE FORGE ]. 

because i have no self-control. hi it’s cinnamon again here with my third child!! meet thorn—

child of zeus

he found this out early on in life because his mom lowkey never got over zeus and so he tried contacting his father just to see if what his mom was saying was for real because even the kids at his school and other adults wouldn’t believe him when he said so

upon confirmation, it didn’t take long for him to find out about the nemean lion and with the support of his mom, decided to move in. he wants to be the very best like no one ever was.

he lowkey has a love-hate relationship with zeus because wow he has these powers but also he had to go through all the above confusion during his childhood

speaking of his powers, he’s got a lot to give but he actually have great control over his electrokinesis. the only way he’s had it under control so far is if he channels it through a weapon, but he doesn’t like to admit that so he just acts like he has to do it because ‘no one can take this’ but really the last power outage at nl was because of him messing up and frying everything around him including himself

but he’s keeping that a secret and taking it to his grave because pRIDE. charla was there though so she knows

holds himself with confidence, acts a bit self-important, honestly tries to be badass but isn’t as badass as he thinks he is. i’M cOoL aNd tOuGh

he’s hella determined to prove himself though

thorn’s always been going on a lot of missions because of this but with the recent death and rumors that the monsters seem a little off, he’s training a lil more

that’s all for now, more later!!

possible connections:

weapons friend - someone who’s always coming up with new weapons/armor for thorn to test/get first dibs on, in return this also helps them improve the prototype. thorn prefers lightweight armor and projectile weapons he could charge with electricity

estranged friend - because i love me some angst. reason could be discussed.

enemies/rivals - pretty sure he’s rubbed some people the wrong way with his personality. or maybe your charrie rubbed him the wrong way. we can discuss

[letarasstuff]

Fighting the darkness

(A/N): This is a litlle sad/fluffy thing I needed to get off my chest. I hope you all are doing fine. If anyone ever wants to talk, my messages are always a safe place. Look out after yourselves!

Summary: Some days are just too much to bear alone. Luckily Spencer is always there for and with you.

Warnings: Angst, brief mention of a loved one’s death, underlaying talk of depression, except it should be fluffy

Word count: 733

✨Masterlist✨ _____________________ It is one of those rare days, where he is the first at home and is welcomed by a place absent of another human being. Contrary to popular belief this makes him really happy. Spencer has the opportunity to tidy up some spaces that need serious cleaning. In other words: It is time to swing the broom.

After that he sits on the couch awaiting his daughter’s arrival. There is no paperwork needing the doctor’s attention and he can solely concentrate on a calm evening with her. Maybe they watch a couple movies, cook a delicious dinner and read books next to each other.

Since the death of (Y/N)’s mother this became their ritual to wind down together. It brought the little family closer, now depending only on each other.

When the front door closes with a rather loud crash, Spencer immediately knows something is wrong. Then he sees her slouched posture. After that he takes in the dark bags under and the tired expression in her eyes.

It is one of these days.

As soon as (Y/N) sets down her backpack she hugs her father. Usually she isn’t a touchy person, an aversion she got from Spencer. But tough times call for tough measures.

“Hey Pumpkin. How was school?” he murmurs into her hair, while stroking her back.

“Eh. God a 100% on my paper in English” she sighs. Normally she would bounce the walls out of pure happiness. But there is no sign of even an ounce of something different than sadness.

“I’m so proud of you, Pumpkin. Do you have any plans for tonight?”

She just shrugs, burying her head deeper into her father’s shoulder to smell his ever calming sense.

Home. That’s the only way (Y/N) can describe it. Even if she knew every word of the English language, there wouldn’t be a better one to fit the description.

“Mh, how does a Doctor Who marathon with tea sound?” Spencer tries to bargain. Again a shrug is the answer.

“Put on something comfortable, I will set everything up.”

A while later they sit on the couch, (Y/N) leaning on his shoulder dressed in a pikachu onesie her Aunt Penelope bought her for her last birthday. Matt Smith runs across the TV, telling people how cool bow ties are.

“Do you wanna talk?”

These simple four words seem to break the damn. Tears (Y/N) hold back for too long, stream down her cheeks, tickling down on the yellow fabrik.

“It’s like, some days everything becomes dark. A-and normally the darkness is bearable, but then the darkness suddenly seems to materialize. It is like a thick substance gets closer, slowly suffocating you. It feels like there is no escape. There’s nothing, but the darkness filling you. I-I don’t know how to fight the darkness”

Spencer’s heart aches. It hurts a parent to see their child in so much pain, especially when you can’t see the source of it. There’s nothing he can give her to make it better immediately, to relieve her pain right now. He can’t make it go away and he can’t fight the cause. Spencer feels powerless.

But it doesn’t stop him to help her in the long run. He is determined to guide his daughter through the dark times to the best of his abilities.

“Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light”, he quotes Albus Dumbledore, which makes (Y/N) smile slightly, “And no matter what is happening, I promise you, I will turn on any light I find.”

Suddenly Spencer gets up and turns on the lamp on a chest of drawers nearby, the light on the ceiling and several fairy lights. Then he grabs a lighter and lit any candle he sees.

“There will be no darkness as long as I am your father. I will never leave you alone to fight it. We get through this together, like we always do. Pumpkin? Never forget this”, he kisses her on the forehead.

And so the Reids sit there, watching Matt Smith talking about bow ties, while soaking in each other’s presence in what feels like broad daylight on a cold November evening.

Because it is worth fighting the darkness.

[razieltwelve]

The Gap (Final Rose x Pokemon)

“You’ve done very well in your travels, Ash.” Averia smiled faintly. “But I am not as kind as my wife.”

Ash’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

“The bonds of friendship between a trainer and their pokemon are priceless. Without those bonds you will never rise to the rank of champion. However, those bonds alone are not enough.” Averia nodded at the towering Blastoise beside her. “For this match, we will be using a modified ruleset. It will be all six of your pokemon against one of mine.”

“But... but that’s not fair!” Ash protested.

“No. No, it’s not. But if you want to be the very best, if you want to be the champion, then you will need an ace.” Averia’s lips curled. “At the moment, your Pikachu is your ace. He is a very impressive pokemon, especially for one so young. But you need to understand that he isn’t a real ace, not yet.”

Ash opened his mouth to reply, but Averia cut him off.

“I know how you feel. Pikachu was your first pokemon, and he has been with you throughout every step of your journey. You have risen through the ranks together. You care about all of your pokemon, and that speaks well of you. But you have always trusted Pikachu the most.” Averia paused. “But Pikachu isn’t strong enough or experienced enough to be a true ace, not yet. I know you won’t agree. I know you will insist that he is an ace and more. I would do the same in your position, which is why I need to show you what it’s like to face a world champion’s ace pokemon.”

“I’ve faced Cynthia’s Garchomp!” Ash replied. “I lost, but it was close!”

“Ash,” Averia repeated. “I am not as kind as my wife. Cynthia was taking it easy on you.” Again, Averia cut off Ash before he could reply. “It was not done out of disrespect, but because she knew you would be having a league match soon. The injuries, especially the mental damage, your pokemon would have suffered if her Garchomp was to fight at full strength... she would not have wanted to hamper your league performance that badly.”

“...”

Averia glanced at Torrent. “Torrent, go. Show them what it means to be the ace of a world champion.”

Ash’s fists clenched. “Let’s cut to the chase! Pikachu, I choose you.”

“Brave,” Averia murmured. “To send out your strongest pokemon first. Brave but foolish.”

X     X     X

Ash slumped to his knees.

Six pokemon.

And they hadn’t even landed a real hit. Not even Pikachu had been able to do anything. Torrent had used a combination of ground types moves to block or absorb all of Pikachu’s attacks before simply smashing him into the wall with his barehands.

His other pokemon had done even worse.

He’d lost to a Blastoise who hadn’t even used any water type moves. Even without seeing them, he knew the battle would have been even more brutal. He heard footsteps and looked up as Averia stopped in front of him.

“Ash,” she said. “Do you think I am cruel?”

“I...” He swallowed thickly. Cruel? Before their match she had spent weeks helping him train his team and pointing out ways he and his pokemon could improve. Some of her methods had been tough, but there had been a point to all of them. “No,” he said at last. “I don’t.”

“Then why do you think I did this?” Averia asked.

“Because...” Ash thought back to what she’d said before their battle. “You needed me to understand what I’d be facing one day... what it would be like to face a World Champion.”

“Good.” Averia chuckled. “You were listening, and you didn’t let your loss cloud your mind completely.” She put one hand on his shoulder. “I wouldn’t have done this if I didn’t think you and your pokemon could handle it. Tell me, having lost so utterly, do you feel discouraged, do you want to give up?”

“No!” Ash said fiercely. “I... I...” He searched for the words. Finally, he looked up. “I want what you have. I want my pokemon to be as strong... no... stronger than yours!” He glanced at Pikachu who had yet to regain consciousness.

“Are you afraid?” Averia asked.

Ash shook his head. “I just... this feeling...” His fists clenched. “I want to grow stronger, so I never have to feel this way again. I want to help my pokemon grow stronger, so they never feel this way again either! I... it’s like... like... like seeing the top of the mountain and realising how far I have to climb.” He took a deep breath. “It’s so, so far away, but at least now I know where it is. And if I just... if I just keep climbing then I know I can get there. I know I can get to the top!”

Averia helped him to his feet. “And that, Ash, is why you and your pokemon will get there one day. You’re heading to Unova next, right?”

Ash nodded.

“Good. You’re ready.” Averia smiled. “Your match in the Finals of the Sinnoh Open Tournament was close, Ash. I have a feeling that in Unova, you’ll go one better.”

X     X     X

Ash stared across the arena at Virgil. They each had one pokemon left. Whoever won would be the champion of Unova Region’s Open Tournament.

“Pikachu,” Ash said with a small smile. “You’re up, buddy.”

“Pika!” Pikachu cried as he leapt into the arena.

“It's you against Umbreon,” Ash said. “He might be Virgil’s ace, but we’ve faced a World Champion’s ace before.” He thought back to Averia’s words from roughly a year ago. “Averia said she believed we could win this thing, and she never once told a lie while she was training us. Let’s do this!”

X     X     X

Author’s Note

In this AU, each region takes Ash about a year. Since he started when he was already ten years old in Kanto, he starts the Unova region when he is fourteen and finishes it after turning fifteen.

Unova becomes the first league that Ash wins. The Open Tournaments are essentially the ‘leagues’ from the games. Whoever wins each year gets to challenge the Elite Four and the Champion of the region. People’s eyes were really on Ash after his narrow defeat in Sinnoh in the Finals. When he won Unova, people really began to sit up and pay attention. Not many people win Open Tournaments at fifteen, and most of those have gone on to become regional champions or world champions.

The youngest person to ever win a league was, you guessed it, Lightning who won at the age of eleven. She literally won an Open Tournament within a year of starting and took out the Elite Four and the Regional Champion before promptly refusing the position of champion and just moving on to the next region where she promptly cut through everybody there like a chainsaw. When people complained, she pointed out that entrusting an eleven-year-old with the decision-making power of a Regional Champion was probably not the best idea.

The other Regional Champions laughed... until Lightning took out another Regional Champ the following year. From then on, they were all freaking out because they realised that, no, it was not a fluke, and that, yes, she was going after all of them. Regional Champions all over the world breathed a massive sigh of relief when Lightning became World Champion since it meant their jobs were safe.

Yeah.

In contrast, in Ash’s era, the Regional Champions have been stable for quite some time. For instance, Cynthia has been Sinnoh Champion for more than a decade at that point and has never been seriously threatened in a match for that title. Her only defeats have, ironically, come at the hands of various members of the Yun-Farron family.

[ontowanderlust]

사랑., n. 

There was once a Korean word he had read in passing.

It wasn't anything great or life changing in any way, it's just... a word that piqued his interest, a word that he found himself staring at its definition without intending to, brushing it off afterwards because really, what need does he have for that?

That word remained in the back of his mind even when he met her and introduced him to a world of Korean novelas and Korean dramas she loved so much.

And it wasn't until he was standing in front of her, acting as her shield while they were facing masked men with guns and tranquilizers in some random half darkened hallway in a compound that had him thinking of that particular word.

"Go ahead, Mary Sue," his voice low and careful, not even sparing her a glance in fear that these men might use his movement as an opportunity to attack. "Do what you came here to do, I have a score to settle with them."

"But-"

"-When we're done," he cut her off, turning his head slightly to see her worrisome expression, hoping to alleviate her worries even for a little bit. "You're going to treat me to that Korean restaurant you've been raving about." he knew those words were nothing but empty promise not when there's a piercing sensation on his side.

Drip, drip, drip.

She let out a small snort. "Okay," smiling as he jerked his head, silently telling her to get going but not before she reached out to squeeze his hand before turning back to the situation at hand. "Come find me when you're done."

Sparks danced through his fingertips, extending the tendrils of lightning to act as a barrier surrounding her as she took off towards the other side of the hallway.

Drip, drip, drip.

When he's sure she had gotten away safely, he turned his attention back to the situation, willing the lightning back to him, not caring about the pain shooting from his side nor the blood seeping through his clothes as he took off one agent after the other.

He's going to buy her some time...even if he himself is running out of time.

Sarang.

His mind drifted back to the word. How ironic is it to finally understand the meaning of this word when he is facing death. How ironic to finally understand its definition when he haven't spent his life with her. But to all the same, he’d gladly lay his life for her.

I wish to be with you until death. Fitting, isn’t it?

Drip, drip, drip.

At a distance, thunder had rumbled for the last time.

In line with the recent events, I did say that I’m going to continue writing for the MLQC fandom. I know it’s a tough time for all of us and I know a lot have been put down by the recent updates. *mimes a strangling motion*

Aight. Back to the notes, let’s spice things up just for today, by defining words that don’t have an English equivalent but is used by people in that particular language. Keep an eye out for them, I shall be spreading them out in different times but they should all be released for today...and just for today.

And for the first word, it’s only natural to choose a Korean word for our dear old pikachu, eh? It’s always been a running gag here that Shaw’s always the one being roped to Korean related thing. Hence, the word. I’ve already placed the definition and it’s really a lovely word. Sarang. Saranghae, Ling Xiao.

Anyway, angst! For the first guy, we’ve got angst here, folks. I do love me some angst especially when Person A is in the brink of death and Person B is none the wiser. This scene closely resembles ch. 22 in some way. But like, in another world or something. Idk.

Keep your heads up, lovelies!

MLQC Dictionary; Masterlist

[ferret-not-microwave]

Les Amis Modern AU: What They Wish Others Believed About Them (Part 4)

[I kind of wrote this in response to some general trends in characterising the Amis. There are some stereotypes which I'm not quite comfortable with.]

[So much delay. Sorry.]

Joly:

• Really, really wishes that people don't laugh at him for his anxiety issues. He is truly terrified of getting infected with some disease or the other, and even more terrified of spreading it to Joly and Chetta. It doesn't help that he is one of the most sincere students of the lot, and spends a lot of time reading medical journals, which feed into his panic. He feels safe wearing masks, using rubbing alcohol (or wearing gloves), and having a bag full of basic first aid supplies, and gets embarrassed if anyone judges him for it. Also, he doesn't like it if "concerned" people ask him whether he had a past history of debilitating disease or something, he doesn't want to discuss it at all, okay? -_-

• When Joly fusses about illness in the Musain, it is him letting his guard down. He has to actively rein in his anxiety to function in the hospital, and gets super exhausted from hiding it. His tells in the hospital are are wide eyes behind his protective goggles and a compulsive toying with the wristband of his gloves. He's one of the most courageous individuals ever because of what he faces on a regular basis. He hopes that he might get some reassurance from the Amis to stop his spiralling thoughts, and he mostly gets it.

• Joly definitely has a wild side, and is more than his anxious, serious self. If there's one who can one-up Courf's cheesy pick-up lines, it is Joly. With a eyebrow quirk that leaves everyone giggly and blushing. If there's one who can set a Karaoke stage on fire (not literally, that would be R), it's Joly. If there's one who can down shots to match Bahorel, it's Joly. The one who is the most eager to go skinny dipping? Joly. The one who is, oddly, the most eager to break a pinata? Joly. Joly is more than a "quiet science nerd who checks his tongue in the mirror all the time".

• Joly and Ferre INSIST that they do not talk about random medical trivia all the time. Honestly, their shared interests involve Jane Austen and massive amounts of gossip with tea, along with Doctor Who, Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF TEA, IN EVERY SENSE OF THE WORD.

• There are days he wants to tackle people like an angry Pikachu. But real life is tough, and not everyone has the privilege of confronting people. But he really, really can do without people casting aspersions on his poly relationship with Bossuet and 'Chetta ALL THE TIME. He has been confronted as an "opportunist" in Pride walks, faced with people's pitying look to Bossuet or 'Chetta as though he is stringing them both along or "sharing" 'Chetta with Bossuet, cheered on and slapped on the back by straight cismen for "knowing how to have fun", and once directly asked if he's the one who will marry 'Chetta. He goes into panic often, and for the longest time thought himself a really awful person.

• Beware a Joly in a farmer's market. Not because of haggling, but because some people ALWAYS assume that he's amazing at math while he actually fumbles at the cash counter. Similarly, he hates it if people crack shady jokes about him being a Marie Kondo around him (just because he likes neatness AND MARIE KONDO THANK YOU VERY MUCH). And no, he doesn't like rice all the time.

• Please give back the Tupperwares. Unlike popular opinion, Joly won't chase you down for his Tupperware like some do, and isn't particularly possessive about them. That doesn't mean that he can replace misplaced Tupperwares for all eternity, please. ;_; (Same goes for the beeswax food wraps and dino bandages, c'mon peeps don't help yourself to them indiscriminately ;_;).

• Apart from his baggy sweatshirt and dinosaur pajamas aesthetic, he also has a dress shirt and pleated pants collection that would probably leave Jay Gatsby jealous AF.

Bossuet:

• Is really self-conscious about his receding hairline. He had taken to shaving his head to make it look cool, because he's really uncomfortable with weird jokes about his age and baldness. Shaving heads is pretty high-maintenance at times, and he's slowly opening up to let the hair grow back on the sides of the head for the heck of it. He used to have a large collection of hats too, which he still uses occasionally, but now it is just a fashion accessory, not a way to hide. He likes scarves as well.

• He used to flinch and swallow his discomfort when people would touch his scalp without permission, now he firmly brushes off their hands with a light scowl.

• Similarly, he hates it when people actively try to compare him to Joly. He hates being considered less successful, a "third wheel" to Joly and 'Chetta and someone who can be taken less seriously. This doesn't mean he is jealous or angry with Joly at all though.

• He feels really, really angry when Joly sometimes breaks down in front of him and 'Chetta when confronted with comments on their relationship. He can and will stonewall anyone who hurts either of them.

• Bossuet understands Joly's anxiety because he faces anxiety as well. He often gets nightmares of his "bad luck" turning batshit Final-Destination-esque and resulting in horrible accidents to Joly, 'Chetta amd the rest of the Amis. He knows the "bad luck" jokes are good humouring, but it wears him down a lot in exam/interview/work meeting weeks and leaves him third and fourth guessing himself. He had also entered a bout of depression because the "bad luck" jokes had convinced himself that he can't progress in life because what's the use. It took a lot of work and, oddly, a super niche article from the Amis blog detailing research on how some societies actively ostracize people for being "unlucky" and how it is linked to major societal oppression, to help him.

• Bossuet loves having a heart of gold. Sometimes some people tell him not to be so nice ("what if that person has cheated you off money with a sob story?"). He refuses, because he cherishes being nice and knows his limits. He sometimes worries if he's being stupid, like when the great "attendance-by-proxy" disaster happens. But Marius' broad and grateful smile, "hi, how are you doing?" texts every morning, and monthly batch of AMAZING chocolate cookies makes it worth it.

• Bossuet's accidents do lead to some happy accidents. He stumbled on a whole new recipe of gooey brownies by accident. An amazing combination of dark chocolate and red chilli peppers (maybe not so weird in retrospect)? By accident. He fell upon Courfe's sandcastle once, but it resulted in a rare hermit crab crawling out. Courfe gave a treat at the new brunch place he was saving up for, because apparently that hermit crab had made Ferre all starry-eyed and happier than he had been in weeks. And as for the rest pf the accidents? Nothing that duct tape , 'Chetta, Joly and occasionally Feuilly can't help with. In all, his accidents are always smallish, and never monumental.

• Bossuet can put 'Chetta and Ferre to shame with his eyebrow raising (at least occasionally? Hehe?). He does that a lot when people ask him if he has put water on fire or has fallen into wells. "Like bruh? I don't go anywhere close to wells, I love sidewalks and what's with everyone asking me about the kitchen being on fire?" He also does that a lot to piners (R, Ep, Courfe, 'Parnasse).

• Bossuet is one of Enj's closest friends in Law School (apart from Courfe), because Law classes and shared optional papers. Duh. They often have long discussions which are super pleasant, fluffy, yet sensible because of his really sensitive optimism. Bossuet's unorthodox insights make their way into Enj's notes for ABC meetings, and he credits him always. Similarly Enj bails him out with attendance issues. Bossuet often calmly advices him about R. Since Joly has a similar relationship with Ferre, Bossuet and Joly sometimes help Enj and Ferre sort out lingering grievances between them, or plain hear them out. Enj and Bossuet have Froyo days.

Musichetta:

• Loves, loves, LOVES books. Has no idea why people think nerds come in a kind of stereotype only ("I don't look like you", she complains to Joly and Ferre one day, "but I can defeat you two in a Jane Austen quiz WTF!" They agree emphatically, and Ferre adds "and maybe Jehan too. Maybe".). She is a massive sucker for Comic-Cons and hates men who try to prove otherwise. -_- She loves libraries as much as she loves bars.

• Has no idea why people think she's super bitchy or about to eat them up. Many people plain run when she so much as looks at them while doing a shift as a barista in the Musain. Or ask for "the nicer barista" (Cosette?). When she breathes a sigh of relief when someone treats her nice, she also braces herself for self-righteous "saviours". "Are you sure you are doing okay with those men?" "They are using you!". If she poured milk all over a client's trousers because of such a comment not-so-accidentally, no one needs to know. ;)

• Sometimes, she feels drained out. Having to support both her partners anxiety can leave her down too. They are amazing people, who love her a lot, and know that she needs her recharge time. Often Bossuet takes over in caring for Joly and vice-versa. 'Chetta has a small arrangement with Courfe on those days. If he has free time, the two of them go for an amazing, super relaxing spa session. Bahorel is back-up spa partner. The two of them know not to ask questions, but let her unwind her thoughts and air them out.

• 'Chetta joined Les Amis L'ABC much later. One of her pet peeves were when Joly or Bossuet would go to protests which could easily turn violent because of right wing trolls and the police swarming the city. Specifically, when they went without more than a word or two to her. She would get worried sick, particularly if they couldn't pick up the phone within half an hour of the protest ending, and would cry alone because she didn't want to come off as needy and one of those people who do not support their cause.

• She finally broke down before them after Bossuet had a small concussion. They were really shamefaced at having not thought about her feelings, and their apologies ran for hours. While Joly promised to regularly give her updates, Bossuet asked her to join the ABC if she is comfortable with it. It took time for her to accept that she was being in the group because of the cause and not because she wanted to helicopter-mom Joly and Bossuet, but when the next protest happened, she realised that she was in a place she always wanted to be in.

• The Amis thought that she was a member anyway. She would holler at

• 'Chetta hates it when people think that it's Joly or Bossuet who end up lavishing gifts on her all the time. True, they do, but she does it too. She's a sucker for thoughtful gift giving, and she spoils the Amis A LOT OF TIMES. She can scour the Earth for ideal gifts for her boys, and she often takes care of a stray bill or two, as much as she humanely can. She doesn't play a one-upping battle of gifts though, she just loves a lot.

• She is really self conscious about her small hands and tiny feet. Which seem to her too small in comparison with the rest of her body. Sometimes she used to wear really fluffy mittens in winter to hide how small her hands her. Not so much now. :)

•She confided to Jehan that she didn't like people romanticizing her small hands and feet because she thought they were putting unrealistic standards of the "frail beauty" on her when she was anything but. She said this after she heard R chortle about how Joly had introduced her as having tiny hands and feet. The discussion ended in her gaping and then crying out of laughter because (according to Jehan) apparently Joly was really drunk when he first talked to the Amis about her, and had also said something like "she has fortune-teller eyes, yannow! Ask Bossuet! And her dimples! Marius, you booby, you pool noodle, I know how you feel like when you met Cosette!"

Apparently Bahorel had replied with "you need new pants" and then started laughing like no tomorrow. Bossuet, not so drunk (because he was late to the party), had taken the sensible route and shown the Amis the picture the three of them took after their first date.

• Seriously, she knows zilch about tarot cards or natal charts.

[purpleyellow]

Fansign

BTS 8th member

Sunny’s masterlist

“One of Sunny’s fansign experiences”

a/n: Send feedback or anything for that matter. Your opinion is very important for me 💜 Also, don’t be shy and interact a little, ask box is always open

The amount of fansigns BTS was doing had inevitably dropped since their increasing popularity, so, for the most part, Sunny really missed the moments she had bonding with ARMY and seeing their beautiful faces. 

Obviously she wasn’t missing the people who skipped her in line or didn’t even look at her in the eyes because she “isn’t their bias”, but that part would always exist and she had to deal with them, willingly or not.

As she sat next to Namjoon and waited for the fan in front of Jimin to keep moving she took the flower crown somebody had previously given her and placed it on her head, bopping it to the music playing.

“Hello!” she said with a big smile to the boy in front of her and signing the album, he looked around fifteen years old and was carrying a box of chocolate with him.

“Hi!! I brought this to you” he passed Sunny the chocolates and the manager behind her took them for her. “I don’t know if you remember, but we actually met before”.

Sunny looked at him with a semi confused face that turned into a big smile in a matter of seconds.

“Of course I do! You gave me those chocolates as well right?”  

“Oh, yes, yes. I can’t believe you remember, that was like three years ago” the kid said blushing and smiling even more.

“I wouldn’t forget such a cute boy. Tell me, am I still your bias?” Sunny decided to play a little with him, after all, fan service was the whole point of the event.

“Of course, of course” he nodded along with his answer. The manager started to point at him to move.  “If I ever get the chance to see you again, I’ll bring those sweets again” 

“Please do. Don’t forget to always be this respectable and nice. I’m proud of you” Sunny gave him a last smile before he moved on. 

Right after him, a girl a bit older came up, giving her a Pikachu plushie that Sunny placed on her lap as she signed the girl’s album.

“Are you having a good time?” the idol started after noticing she was a bit shy.

“Yes, it’s a dream to finally meet all of you” she said with a soft tone. 

“I promise you, it’s much nicer for us. It’s always a pleasure to meet the people who inspire and support us” Sunny said holding her hand.

“Oh, I just wanted to say thank you for inspiring me to embrace myself” the girl started feeling more comfortable. “Because of you, I’m actually investing a lot more on my dreams”

“I’m so happy to know that! Keep going girl, I’m here to support you no matter what” Sunny gave her a quick fist bump before letting her continue walking.

Sending a quick peace sign to the fans sitting on the audience she greeted the fan who moved in front of her. During their exchange, Sunny noticed the fan looked very nervous and kept glancing at RM, so the idol whispered to her.

“Is Namjoon your bias?” she said with a smirk and the fan covered her face with her hands. Nodding a quick yes and suppressing a smile.

“I’m so nervous to meet him tough” she said with a giggle.

As the fan in front of him moved along, RM started to listen the girls talking.

“Don’t be scared, he doesn’t bite. But he does scold me a lot” Sunny had felt him paying attention and decided to tease the leader. “He’s also not the cleanest person in the world and breaks things very easily, so you might want to be careful with your phone ”

“Hey! I’m not that bad” Namjoon said with a playful tone, the fan in front of them had calmed down a bit by their jokes, so he held her hand as she moved in front of him. 

Passing him her album, Sunny noticed the line for the album signing was over, so she stood up, putting on the necklaces and bracelets she had received and taking the Pikachu plushie with her. 

She sat crossed legged in front of the stage, doing little interactions with the audience as she waited for the rest of the members to finish as well. Meanwhile, Jimin and Taehyung were fighting over something she couldn’t really understand, but apparently ARMY were finding very funny both of them in a fighting stance, throwing weak ‘offenses’ at each other.

Sunny raised an eyebrow at them and Suga, who also had finished the signing, sat next to her and stared at them with a disgusted look. As soon as he did that the crowd let out a bunch of “cute” and started taking pictures of them.

“Look, the grumpy line is together” Sunny heard someone telling their friends and she turned towards the fans.

“We’re called the grumpy line??” she let out as a whine making everyone burst out laughing “I’m not grumpy, I’m adorable”

After she said that, Yoongi looked at her as if asking ‘what about me?’ making everyone laugh even more.

[zedpercyfan]

The Hard Frost

Description: On their way to the next gym in Johto, Ash and his friends encounter a steep climb with bad weather on the way...

Rated: K+

OoOoO

Ash Ketchum looked up to the sky with a grim look.  Dark clouds were forming high above and he seemed visibly uncomfortable at the sight.  “Ugh…” he muttered to himself.

“Aha!” cried Brock as he pointed to the horizon, “there it is – Greenwood Town!” In the distance was a village made of mostly log cabins.  Misty sighed with relief as she clutched Togepi closer.

“Thank goodness…it’s cold and I could do with a warm Pokémon Center!”

“Yeah…” agreed Brock, “it’s only eleven but because we woke up at six it already feels like it’s evening.  It’s all thanks to that frosty wind waking us up early.  We could do with a rest.”

“After that night in the forest – definitely!”

Because they were walking in front of Ash, neither of the friends noticed his frown deepen.

When they got to the town it wasn’t the sight they expected.  People were in their homes and those that were on the outside were rushing about with wood and petrol tanks in their arms.  “What’s with the rush?” wondered Brock before being nearly knocked over by someone passing.  They eventually got their answer when they arrived at the Pokémon Center.

“It’s the incoming Hard Frost that they’re preparing for,” said Nurse Joy.

“Hard Frost?” repeated Brock and Misty.  “What’s that?”

“It happens every few years.  The locals know the signs immediately…”

“Yes.  But what is it?” they asked again.  They didn’t notice Ash staring.

“A severe snowstorm.  It starts with a fierce wind before tons of snow falls, burying the ground at least six feet and brings the temperature to below zero.  The last time it happened it took two weeks before the snowplows and help could arrive.”

“When is it coming?” said Ash almost too hurriedly.

“Tonight.”  Ash’s hands fell from the counter to his side, not that his friends noticed.

“Two weeks’ worth of snow.  Well then, I suppose that puts a stop to us for now,” said Brock.  “We’ll stay here for the night; have a room?”

“Oh, I’m so, so sorry, but all the rooms have already been taken by Trainers who don’t have the resources to make it to the next town.”

The Trainers grimaced and tried at a nearby inn.  But it was the same story.  “Your best chance to wait out the frost is to get to the ski resort at the top of the mountain,” said the receptionist apologetically.  “I’m sorry.  We’d offer the lobby, but…”  The Trainers knew she didn’t need to explain, they also noticed at the Pokémon Center, but even the inn’s lobby had travelers setting their sleeping bags all around.

“It’s all right,” said Ash quietly.  “We all have to do what we have to do.  How do we get to the ski resort?”

“It’s up the hill.  It’s been a hard winter, so I bet there’ll be room.  They’re a big hotel anyways.  Oh, but I’m not sure about recommending them at this point,” she went on.  “See, our side of the mountain is steep, and the bushes and trees thick.  It normally takes a whole day to get up there, but the cold is setting in…”  She huffed a sigh.  “I’m so, so sorry…”

OoOoO

The friends hurried to the local clothing store to suit up.  Up until that point they had primarily worn the clothes they had with them from the start – none suited for harsh cold.  Ash and Brock bought sweaters to wear over their usual shirts, thick, long socks and pants, gloves, boots, and large fur coats.

Misty however, only got the gloves and jacket.  Ash glared at her from across the store.  “Is that all you’re getting?” he said.

“Well, yeah,” said Misty.  “All I need is the fur jacket.”

“Absolutely not!  I mean, just look at you,” said Ash, exasperated.  He gestured wildly at her clothing.  “Short shorts and a tank top.  What good will those be in the cold!?”

“I also have a jacket,” replied Misty crisply.  “Ash, we’ve been in cold situations before.  Goodness, we’ve been rained at on a remote island during a storm and had that experience back in Kanto where we were snowed at with only light blankets for cover.  I’m sure I can manage with just these.”

“But it’s the Hard Frost,” went on the raven-haired trainer.  “That goes below freezing – freezing!  For crying out loud the snow lasts for weeks on end after the storm passes.”

“Oh, what would you know?” snorted Misty.  Ash stared, dumbfounded, before getting angry and just threw up his hands.

“Fine.  Fine, have it your way if you think you can handle it.”  And he walked away.

“I’ve swam in ice cold water before, Ash!  A little bit of snow will be no problem for me!”

Or at least that was what Misty thought.  As the trio walked steadily up the hiking trail, the cold wind danced around them.  No Pokémon were in sight, the few Sentrets and Rattatas, among several others, that were out were scurrying up trees and to their burrows.  Misty shivered, she was slowing down and felt miserable as her legs ached from the climb.

They set up a small camp to rest for a bit.  Brock began cooking up some stew to warm them up despite the harsh conditions.  “S-so c-c-cold…” whimpered Misty.  She tightened her grip on her jacket and squeezed her legs together as she sat near the fire, but it was clear that wasn’t enough.

Ash let out a cruel laugh.  “I told you to wear something thicker, but you didn’t listen to me.  Now look at what your decision has brought you.”

“That’s enough, Ash,” cut in Brock.  “Though I will admit, considering everything we’ve heard of this Hard Frost, I’m surprised you didn’t dress up like you should’ve.”

“I think she said she could manage it,” replied Ash.  “I am surprised, Misty, mist and ice have water in common.  I would’ve thought was a perfect fit for you, but I guess this just proves that humans aren’t suited to the cold, even for those who like water.”

“Shut up!” she snapped.

“Hey, you chose to go like that.  Not my fault you chose to brave bad weather with that amount of skin showing.”

Misty seethed in anger.  Ash had a point, which was a rare thing.  But she didn’t want to admit it.

“A shame,” began Brock as he brought out some spices for the stew, “we didn’t think to get her anything, and we’ve still got five miles to go…we haven’t gone far; maybe our best action is to go back to the village and get Misty some warmer clothes.”

“Yeah, I agree.  There’s no reason to tough it out further,” said Ash as he threw some branches into the fire.

“Right, we let the Pokémon stay here with the fire, one of us will escort Misty down the mountain, her condition just by sight is terrible.  But one of us needs to stay to look after my stew and keep the fire going.”

“I’ll go,” said Ash.

“Are you sure, Ash?  I can easily figure out what could fit Misty.  It’d be no problem if—”

“No, Brocko, I’ll take Misty,” said Ash firmly.  He gave a small smile.  “No reason to leave me in charge of food, you and I both know I’d mess it up.  Besides, you’re good with Pokémon, I’m not sure I could handle both responsibilities on my own.”

Brock nodded his head.  “Fair enough, fair enough…”  He reached into his backpack.  “Here’s some hot water I prepared before we went out.  You can use it if things start turning for the worst.”

“Thanks.  We’ll be quick, get to the village, waste little time and come right back.”

“Yeah, by my calculations we’ve only been walking for nearly three hours. If you double your speed you should be able to get back here before we run out of time.”

“We better be able to…” said Ash ominously.  “Otherwise it’ll be the end for us all.  Brock, it’s already noon, the human average speed is three miles per hour but we’re going slower than that but only because of the slope.  If you don’t see us by four or five, please, go on.”

Brock was going to object, but he saw how serious Ash was and nodded. “Very well, Ash, very well…”

Carefully Ash and Misty set off back down the hill, but it wasn’t easy. Snow had fallen and the ground was icy.

“So slippery,” Misty complained.

“Well don’t complain, I can’t help that!” called Ash from upfront.  “I could’ve brought Cyndaquil, but it’s too cold for him to manage.  Besides,” he added as he tapped the dirt, “the ground is too hard, and we’ve got a ways to go.  Onix could’ve managed storming down the mountain, but…”  He motioned to their surroundings.

“T-t-oo ro…rocky, and th-th-the trees a-are…too thick f-for him,” stuttered Misty. “Darn i-it, I w-wish i-i-it’d be as s-simple as when Onix f-found that hot s-spring l-like b-back then…”

“Yeah, I’m sure you enjoyed that,” replied Ash.  “Meanwhile, me, Pikachu and the others had to bunker down and used ourselves to plug an open hole in a snow cove.  Freezing as the wind continued to blow with our only hope being to see the sun again.”

“Oh, d-don’t ba-bang on…about that.  You su-survived.”

“Only because I’m young,” said Ash quietly, “some…some don’t.”  Misty barely heard.  Ash continued.  “Youth is a great thing, Mist.  Keeps you going.  You should consider yourself lucky, especially since you have friends who’ll look out for you.”

“R-right…’f-friends’, like t-th sort who m-make fun o-of me…”

Ash turned around dramatically and stretched his arms out to the side. “Making fun of you?  Merely in fun.  With all due respect your name and obsession with water-types kinda is fun to tease you about.”

“Y-yeah!” yelled Misty in anger.  “J-just l-l-like your own…!  Every…everything y-you leave e-ends with ashes.  Y-you r-run i-i-into danger l-like you seek t-trouble!  Y-you could g-get charred, you know.”

“Oh, and like you would do that yourself.  Running into danger, I mean.  I get it, haha my name’s funny.  Well guess what?  I don’t care if you make fun of me for that.  But what I do care about is helping people, and if I’ve got to go into the unknown for that, then so be it.”

“T-t-take this situation…f-for example.  I-I brought it o-on…myself.  Why h-help me?”

“Because it’s the right thing to do, Misty!  Darn it, just…come on.  We stopped walking and we have to keep moving.”  With that, he set off and didn’t hear what Misty said next.

“But I-I still don’t get w-why you do it.  It just d-doesn’t make s-sense.  ‘Look out for yourself’, t-that’s what I say…”

They walked on for a while in silence.  Then, as they had to traverse some boulders, Misty slipped on a wet spot. She screamed and Ash practically twisted himself to catch her and landed on the ground.

“Are…you…all right?”

“Yeah, th-thanks,” stammered Misty.  Ash stood up carefully as he walked down, he had a slight limp to his movements. “Ash,” she called, “y-you’re injured.”

Ash paused and considered, before he shivered and pulled up his neck collar. “Yeah, I know, but I’ll walk it off. I have to get you back to Greenwood first.”

“But w-why?  Why all the t-trouble for m-me?  I c-c-could’ve go-gone, o-on my own.”

“No, you couldn’t have,” explained Ash, his tone devoid of any sarcasm, “not in that condition.  I’m glad I came considering that happened.”

“Why though?  Why do all of this…?” asked Misty as she stepped forward, shivering as she went.

“Why…” echoed Ash.  His eyes went dull.  He turned his head to the snow and seemed to be staring distantly at it.  “Tell me something, Misty.  Do you know what it’s like to freeze in your home, like this?”

“Well, I mean, when I-I get o-out of the pool…”

“No, not like that.  I mean, the whole house freezes, frozen over.”

“Well, n-no…”

“No?  Of course not.  As you lived in the city, I suppose it’s quite common to see heat lamps around the place?”

“Well, y-yeah…I suppose s-so…”

“We don’t have such luxuries back home at Pallet Town.  Only the wealthy can afford such stupid things.”  Ash glared in her general direction, but not at her.  “All we’d have are these power consuming heaters and the gas ones…winters next to sea are tough.  It’s cold, the wind blows, and the town’s a mess, our crops freeze up and all we’d have were the fire-types Professor Oak housed at his Corral.  Then, as we’re close to Johto, we faced the Hard Frost…”

“W-wait…” said Misty breathlessly.  She couldn’t tell if it was Ash’s harsh tone, the cold, or both that was making her lightheaded.  “You f-faced the Hard Frost?”

“Yes!  And it was bloody miserable.”  He quiet and turned towards the bottom of the hill.  “It came without warning, dark clouds like the ones forming here came. Then the wind picked up and we got blanketed in snow.  The electric lines were pulled down so we lost heat…”

“I th-thought you had g-gas.”

“Wasn’t of any help.  The lines got frozen underneath the temperature drop before bursting from buildup. The whole town was frozen over, the snow was so thick no one could leave their homes…”  Ash trailed off and balled his gloves hands into a fist tightly. “Want to know what made it worse…?” He continued before Misty could reply. “It was back when the maps of the region weren’t accurate.  GPS wasn’t very good either, especially not in stormy weather.  Gary had been out shopping in Celadon as it was the week before Christmas.  He was on his way home when the storm came through.  Viridian City wanted to send helicopters, but the weather was too bad, so they sent their snowplows with medical supplies to help.

“They got lost, though.  Under all the snow each direction looked the same.  Gary could have helped them, but the selfish brat didn’t!  He stayed with those maids of his, cozy and warm in a hotel room in the city; while we froze with no warmth, the Pokémon were too cold to venture out, couldn’t do a thing and he just enjoyed himself.  He could’ve helped guide them there, but he didn’t!  He left us to suffer!”  Ash felt rage building up and stamped the ground.  He paused and his eyes welled up from the memories.  “No light for hours that night, even during the day it was hard to see as there were just clouds.  Any emergency batteries we had were worn out after a while.

“Worst of all were the losses.  My Grandmother lived in the old family home on the other side of town.  My Mother’s mom.  I loved her – she took care of me if Mom was super busy with the family diner.  But without power that week, she…she…” Ash was shaken, he couldn’t help it.  Tears fell to the snow.  “Without any warmth and nothing to cook, she p-p…passed away from hypothermia before the week was over.  Frozen in her sleep…they said had the medical team gotten there sooner, let alone power, she would’ve been fine, but she didn’t make it.  Damn that Gary!” roared Ash, as years of pain came out.

Misty was almost speechless.  “What h-happened next?”

The boy steeled himself and stared distantly.  “From the time the snow fell and we realized the trouble we were in, it took two weeks before the plows got to Pallet Town.  Nearly twenty-five percent of everyone there were in critical medical condition.  The freeze didn’t quite reach Viridian, but it was enough to cause problem,” replied Ash. Then he grunted scornfully.  “The direct knowledge of how much trouble the citizens were over there, instead of my home where the lines were actually down, meant Viridian got priority help whilst we were on the side.  Funny, no, considering Kanto’s Professor Oak is stationed there.  But then I met people like your sisters – gym leaders at that, too – who have no idea about us…well, guess that shows how important one town isn’t.

“So, there you have it, Misty.  The reason I know about the Hard Frost, and apparently the reason I care about helping others because you just don’t seem to understand heroics yourself.”

“Well, I’m s-sorry y-you experienced that, Ash,” replied Misty.  “I-is that w-why you hate Gary s-so much?”

“No, of course not,” snapped Ash.  “He’s always been a braggart and a pain.  I hate him for that, but not for what happened with the frost.  Even if he deserves it…”

“L-listen,” went on Misty, “I k-know you felt pain f-from that, but you s-sh…should take care of y-yourself too…”

“Well, guess what then, Misty?” said Ash as he turned to her.  “It’s not that I want to be in danger, I love life and after what happened that winter, I don’t want to leave this world, not least for Mom but for all those I’ve met, Brock, Pikachu, Tracey, Professor Oak…everyone! But I really care about everyone, okay? I care about people and Pokémon who suffer unfairly, who find themselves in bad luck and no one reaches out a hand to help.  So, if I have to put myself in danger to help someone in need, then so be it!  Because I want to.  I don’t want people or Pokémon to think that there’s no one out there who doesn’t give a damn when they need help.  

“I’ll jump to the rescue, no matter how minuscule the issue; I’ll help! And even if after all that you now know about me, if you can’t understand that then…”  Ash grew frustrated and flung his hands towards the sky. “Even then I wouldn’t care, I’d help you too because it’s right, and because…b-because…” he faltered.  “I…never mind.”

Ash went back to hiking and Misty chased after him.  But there was trouble.  Misty ran too quickly and slipped and fell.  Ash heard her scream and ran to her, caught her, and tumbled with her for a bit before regaining control and stopping.  With his teeth gritting he pulled Misty up.  “Come on, Misty, come on,” he said desperately.  “You can make it…here.”  He brought the flask out and gave Misty a sip of hot water.  He followed this with giving her a whiff of a stick of cinnamon, hoping the spice would warm her further.  “Come on…come on…”

With quivering legs Misty began to walk again with Ash acting as her crutch despite his own tiny limp.  The next few minutes were painful as the two tried to tread the last two miles in the freezing cold.  But Misty was tiring out, the pain of the freezing weather was proving too much. Only a mile was left to go when she collapsed again.

“Come on, Misty!  Come on…!” begged Ash.  He bit his lip nervously as he processed the situation.  The weather too was getting worst, the wind was picking up and a few more flakes were falling.  “Misty, please…”

Misty slowly tried to rise.  Her exposed skin was turning blue and her breathes heavy.  “I-I’m…quite the problem r-right now, a-aren’t, I…?” she said.

“Don’t say that,” whispered Ash.  He gave her more hot water and watched grimly as Misty rose up once again.  “Good, we’re almost there.  Come along.”  He took a step before he paused and turned back to Misty and approached her. “Listen, I know things are bleak. So…” he gave a sigh, “I want to say something in case you don’t make it, so that there are no regrets.  I love you.”

Misty’s eyes widened and her breath stopped for a moment.  “Ash…”  But the boy who just confessed looked to the weather once more and grabbed her hand.

“No time, we’re almost there.  Come on!” And he pulled her the rest of the way.

Ash looked at the highest public clock he could see that it was only just past of 2:30 PM.  “Thank goodness,” said Ash quietly.  They had made it.

Misty drank down the rest of the hot flask and was hurried by Ash into the same store they had visited just hours ago.  There she suited herself more appropriately for the cold.  She bought a yellow long sleeve shirt, dark jeans, pink gloves, boots, and thicker socks.

“Thank goodness you bought all these,” the clerk said.  “Saw you and your friends earlier and couldn’t help thinking that you’re crazy for only getting a jacket considering the incoming weather.”

“Yeah, some good that did me,” muttered Misty as she handed her cash over. “Mind if I use the fitting rooms to get these on?”

OoOoO

Ash tapped his foot as he waited.  It was just a bit past 3 o’ clock and he was eager to get going despite the bad weather.  He had a cup of hot black tea that he was finishing when a voice called out.

“All finished!” Misty jogged up to him in her much warmer looking clothes.

“That’s better,” said Ash plainly as he looked her over.  “Oh, here.”  He held out a cup of hot tea.  “Got it from the nearby café, I already finished mine and I put Brock’s into the empty flask.  Now then, if we set off now, we’ll—”

“Wait,” interrupted Misty, “before you say any of that, I’ve got a question.” Ash blinked and began to feel nervous. “Before we got here, you – er – told me you’re in love with me.  Is that true?”  Misty’s face was now a shade of red after she said that.

“Yeah, i-it’s…true,” muttered Ash.  “I wasn’t planning on saying it, but y’know, considering the circumstances we were under I only thought it was right.”  He noticed her almost expectant look.  “I don’t have a reason why I just…I just did.  Falling, in love, I mean…”

Misty averted her eyes and fumbled with her scarf.  “You know, Ash…” she said as she shifted on the spot.  “I’m not exactly saying ‘no’ to your confession.”

“U-um, d-do we even have time for this?” said Ash as he looked the other way. “I-I mean, we can’t just leave Brock up there…”

“Wait!  It won’t take more than a few minutes,” said Misty.  She began to unravel her scarf a bit.  “I just want to try something.”

“What are you…?” Ash trailed off as Misty wrapped the ends of her scarf around Ash’s neck and moved even closer.  Ash fumbled a step back but was unable to commit to a full escape.  “What is this for?” he asked, trying to be scornful, but it fell flat.

“Well, you said you love me.  I thought I’d try something romantic.”

“Well stop it, this scarf thing is corny,” grumbled Ash as he averted his eyes, face burning.

“Indulge me.  Please…?”

“F-fine.  But only for a second.”

“I know, I just want to try something.”

Ash turned his head to her.  “Wait, I thought this was already it- Wha…?”  He noticed Misty closed her eyes and was taking a long sip of her tea.  He raised an eyebrow, only to then choke on his breath when he saw her look at him, smirk and pucker her lips.  “Hey, w-wait…”

“What?” she asked innocently as her hands cupped his cheeks.  “I think that it’s only right a couple does this.”

“W-well, um…”

“You’re not saying ‘no’…”

“Th-that, um, i-is true…”

“Hey,” said Misty suddenly, “I know now how things have been tough for you…and certainly all this doesn’t help, the snow I mean.  But…I hope now, with me by your side, that things start to get better.”

“Thanks, Mist…but I d-don’t know how you feel yet!  Therefore, this isn’t right!”

Misty paused.  “Okay then,” she said, her hands still in the same position, “I’ll say it outright: I love you too.”  And before Ash could object, Misty Waterflower pushed her lips quickly against Ash’s.  The warmth – was it the tea or natural body heat; Ash couldn’t tell – spread throughout his body, and he remained frozen on the spot.

“Okay,” said Ash very quietly as his face went redder, “that’s enough.”

“Sorry, couldn’t help it,” said Misty with a shy grin as she untangled her scarf from his neck.  She proceeded to glug the rest of the tea town and the two began to head quickly for the mountain.  As they went, Misty made a point to loop her arms through Ash’s left arm as they walked.

“Hey!” sneered Ash.

“Aw,” said Misty.  “Still a bit frosty in that heart of yours?”

“Ha,” he said flatly, “very funny.”  He went quiet before continuing.  “Hey, are you going to be all right now?”

“Yes, yes, I’m going to be all right.  I’ve got you, don’t I?”

“You know what I mean…”

“Well, yes!  But…” She looked at Ash deeply.  “…you’d still come to my rescue, right?”

Ash looked down into the snow.  “Yeah…yes, I would.  Every time.”

“Thank you,” she said softly.  “I’ll do the same for you one day.”  Ash just gave her a soft smile, there was no need for words.  A gentle hug satisfied them.

The light was fading by the time the two got back to Brock.  Ash looked at his watch, just half past four.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re back!” cried Brock with relief.  It was to their relief that the fire was still going.

“It’s…good to be back, Brocko…” panted Ash from the final sprint up the snowy hill.

“It’s good to see you feeling better, Misty” went on Brock.

“Thanks!”

“Here, Brock,” said Ash, giving him the flask filled with tea.  “Brought it up here for you…come on, let’s eat and get up before things really become bad.”

The trio swallowed their meal and hurried the rest of the way up.  The storm was picking up by the time they were within a few yards of the front entrance, and they burst in with the snow biting at their heels.  They were panting, out of breath, and physically exhausted.

Luckily, despite the howling blizzard outside, the inside of the inn was toasty.  The trio went to bed that night comfy and grateful.  When Brock was asleep, Ash and Misty shared a quick goodnight kiss with each other – they would give the news of their relationship later.

The next morning the storm passed, and all that remained were a few clouds in the sky.  From the windows, Ash, Brock, and Misty could see Greenwood Town nearly up to its roofs with snow.

The three looked to the side to see the trail they had just maneuvered the night before, and that too, was buried in snow, with the inn’s windows barely frosted over, only just.

“Well,” murmured Ash somberly, “that the Hard Frost for you.  It’s a good thing we made it when we did.”

Brock and Misty agreed, and all three had to be content.

[sansmooches]

ateez and crushes / ‘99 line + jongho

how they experience crushes 

‘98 line version here

yunho 

the realization isn’t earth-shattering for him

like seonghwa, i believe yunho is pretty solid in his feelings and wouldn’t think about it too much

it’s simple, really - he just has so much fun with you

and he thinks you’re so cute and goofy but also thoughtful

he starts to notice how he always scans the room to see if you’re in there (and feels his heart droop a little when you’re not)

eavesdrops on conversations if he hears your name mentioned

remembers to grab your favorite if he’s buying snacks

(when yeosang points out how he always buys two drinks yunho hits him with the “oh i’m just ...really thirsty” and smiles a lil)

(and everyone just thinks “yeah you’re THIRSTY alright”)

looooves to tease you, randomly poke you, pull lightly at your hair, show you things online that made him laugh. you’re his best friend

he’s way too content with the way things are to confess, or put his feelings into words

why change, or risk, a good thing?

oh he wants you to be his, officially, for sure. but he’s in no rush. right now all he’s asking for is more time with you

yeosang

yeosangie is an observer. his crush comes about exactly that way - through him just watching, silently getting to know you

you probably mostly hung out together in groups, and that’s where he thrives... bc he gets to lovingly roast you in front of an audience. (and honestly he’d be a little nervous if it were just the two of you)

but you never took it personally and that’s what made you grow fonder to him. 

one day you’re all hanging out and everything’s business-as-usual when suddenly he looks at you a little harder and thinks to himself...

“oh no. y/n looks really good today”

and that opens up the door for the potential in his mind of something more between the two of you

he’ll wanna learn everything there is to know about you

and if that doesn’t make his interest obvious to everyone, idk what will

but his tactic is deny, deny, deny!!!!! 

his crush is SO fkn obvious but he’s literally the king of playing coy and it’ll drive everyone crazy INCLUDING YOU bc why won’t he just admit it??!??

will flirt to his heart’s content but i think he’d be one of the least likely to confess... there’s no crackin this guy. sry :/

san

the development of san’s feelings requires give and take.

i can see him getting a crush on somebody who takes the time to appreciate him and everything he brings to the table

while simultaneously making him feel needed

so he probably became more attracted the more you gassed him up, praised him, looked ONLY at him.. if you’re both chatting with a group of people he’ll mostly be making eye contact w you the whole time

not that he’s vain!!!! do not misunderstand me! 

it’s just that san’s the type to be constantly making sure the people around him feel welcome and comfortable in his presence and he’d want someone to do the same for him. i think it’s all about balance for him

would probably beam internally if you singled him out to help with your dance practice :)

would alllllwaaaays be showing off for you. and would be so aware of your presence even if you weren’t paying attention to each other

i think he’d only confess if he was fairly certain that you felt the same way too. he’s a sensitive boy ok

mingi

ok this is gonna sound bad at first but hear me out: mingi’s a leo, and leos are visual creatures...

the first time he saw you it nearly made his heart leap out of his chest because you are SO his type

a smiley, giggley bumbling idiot around you....just cannot get over how pretty you are. so pretty it makes him dumb

will wanna look good for you always

isn’t usually the type to care about his appearance but like if he hears you’re coming over in 10 minutes and he’s not ready and bare-faced and his room’s a pig pen and he hasn’t brushed his hair he’ll FLIP 

screams at the other members “THERES NO TIME!!lkkkdk@ PICK +UP YOUR SHIT!!!!!! IS THERE ANYTHING STUCK IN MY TEETH???” big dramatic baby

would take the plunge even if he had no idea whether you felt the same or not, and confess in a really cheesy (but charming) way

(it may even be in public and you’ll wanna die from embarrassment but you’re also too happy to care)

would be REALLY sad and embarrassed if you said no... so don’t!!!!!

wooyoung

woo’s crush would manifest itself to the point where y’all become a couple but you don’t even realize it tbh

it’ll only come to the surface for him once you’ve reached a point in your friendship where you’re so comfortable w each other 

the type to flirt platonically until all of a sudden it’s like uh wait do we mean it?? 

the once innocent flirting seems a lot more loaded now... a lot more intentional, emotionally charged

may give you whiplash from how quickly things change, almost overnight.

i think he’d eventually put everything out on the table - how he feels about you, what he wants - it’d almost be like “take it or leave it”

i’m not trying to make him seem like a player cause i don’t think he is at all! but he is impatient, and he knows what he wants. and what he wants is you binch!!! (i love you, bitch, i aint ever gonna stop loving you.... bitch)

so yeah he’d confess randomly and you’d be like shocked pikachu face

jongho

jong is a tough one tbh.

he’s one of the more mature members and i think that’d translate into how he’d approach his feelings for someone

i also think he’d be overwhelmed by those feelings too.

so he’d probably hide how he really felt from you for awhile, so he had some time to reflect on it, and get used to it, because it’s a big deal to him. i don’t think he’d take crushes lightly

he’d still be his charming, sweet self - he’d constantly dote on you, would love hearing about the events of your day, make you feel special..

but he still wouldn’t be afraid to debate with you or challenge you

his feelings would grow the more you reciprocated and got to know him. he’d really feed on that energy

i believe he’d be more likely to confess than the majority of his members, and more confident in himself, because it’s something important to him

he’d be the most likely to want to do one-on-one things with you... they wouldn’t be outright DATES, but he wouldn’t pretend otherwise either. he’d make sure you knew what his intentions were

jongho is a whole ass man tbh

[litt1edeath]

Surprises At DisneyLand

Y’all in for a treat with this one was requested by @havenoffandoms and i was so excited to do this one aaaaa seriously tho someone let me know if i’m doing this headcanons thing right?? 😅 also sorry for it being so long for me to update i went on a bit of a hiatus 💀⚰️ i’m back now... hopefully

henry had been the one to ask you out of course, you were friends for a couple months

naturally you’d remained far too shy and intimidated by his presence. even though all the skinship and open desire to be around each other was a tale tell sign to everyone around you.

yet you still made no move to further your relationship. so he did.

he was overwhelming in the best ways possible. the kind that makes your throat dry, and butterflies in the pits of your stomach.

now flash forward to present day- you’ve been together for a total of 6 years.

seen the good, bad, ugly and very beautiful parts of each other. worked through every possible struggle hand in hand.

went to every baby shower, baby reveals, weddings, anniversary parties, birthday’s, holiday gatherings, anything your friends or family threw.

as well as your own extra curricular activities and events that you both enjoyed yourself.

being the poster couple, it was inevitable that when you reached the three year mark everyone began to ask when will you tie the knot?

being how it was rare henry had lasted in a relationship so long, they all believed you to be the one. he never smiled more brighter.

however it was all avoidance, at least you assumed that. maybe henry was getting nervous or shy now. which wasn’t like him at all. was he unsure of himself? of this relationship?

now your anniversary was today, celebrating 7 yrs of your happy relationship. the surprise was henry had was the place you would be going to.

everything was nerve wrecking, picking the perfect outfit. he adored how nerdy you were about these things.

putting on a ‘he’s my mickey’ top with jeans that were high waisted and hugged all the right places. finished with high top converses and one of henry’s hoodies.

the drive there you had to be blind folded, butterflies stronger than ever as you grow nervous and excited in one.

of course being the excellent boyfriend as well as lover, henry was. he holds one of your hands. fingers intertwined as he rubs across your knuckles in time with the song on the radio.

you bob your head with the melody, turning to give him a knowing smile though you can’t see his reaction. you hear him, that deep, sweet, darling chuckle he does when he’s amused.

and in a way it makes you more excited- or nervous you can’t tell them apart anymore.

when the blind fold comes off you need a moment to adjust to the sunlight.

as the sign in front of your car comes to view, your mouth drops open like the pikachu meme.

only to be replaced with an ear shrieking squeal.

henry full on laughs at you bouncing in your seat, more so when you take your seat belt off to lung into his arms unannounced.

one hand sinks into your locks to cup the back of your hair and the other around your waist keeping your against him but never to dig into the gear shift uncomfortable.

he really was too observant. careful with you. it made loving him all the sweeter.

“i didn’t even know this is where we were going! my top i chose to wear is coincidental!”

“well we’re matching.” was his comforting words back to yours.

the car is parked, you both show the tickets and are given a wristband that you’ll have photos of to remember the day.

as soon as you step through the turn stiles, you draw attention. not you per say but Henry given a few of them do a double take.

one of the workers asks to take your photo, being pulled closer to Henry at the waist your smile facing forward.

next photo is of you two kissing of course, though you rarely take pics like that. so it has sentimental value.

with a bonus of said boyfriend pressing his forehead to yours, his eyes closed and your hands tightly held in his. you however are looking up at him in the snap shot.

the day is spent riding plenty of rides, buying the pictures at the end you like most. especially splash mountain, you’re both soaked and laughing helplessly at one another’s dismay. even more so at your faces in the pic.

all the little goofing around is settled down when his hands cup both your cheeks, moves the little whisks of hair away that curl from being wet. your hands cover his as he kisses you with all the passion in the world.

when you reach the star wars area he chuckles at your nerdy (this is more my preference bc i’m a dork- if you aren’t a sw’s fan ignore this one hehe)

kylo ren’s costume actors in the park goes to kneel before you, and you gasps everyone looking over with awe. only for henry to appear circling his hands around your waist.

“sorry this ones taken.” he cool replies and so kylo nods standing up. his hand tilting your chin but you play tough unfazed as he walks away.

the rest of the day is you running around like a child too excited to hide it anymore. henry following with happiness, he posts a few videos and pics of your day to instagram. that everyone goes nuts for.

there in the square is where your heart stops. you think you’ve lost henry, anxiety pumping being in a crowded amusement park.

just as the tears build up in your eyes, you see a group of your closest friends appear with Henners at the front of them.

your favourite song you play for him called “Yellow Hearts” by Ant Saunders is on the speakers as your friends run by throwing flowers all around you two.

you cover your mouth, a new form of tears well up as he’s before you. doing the most surprising thing ever your breath hitches.

he goddamn kneeled before you.

cameras are snapping shots or recording.

henry pulls a royal blue small box from his coat pocket. the inside part- something you should’ve felt when your hands were tucked into his pockets. you had a habit of hugging him from behind even if he’s larger than you- yet didn’t feel the box. not once.

he flips it open and inside is a beautiful silver band a sunflower on it with a jewel in the middle shimmering under the setting sun.

“will you y/n. do me the absolute honors of spending the rest of our lives together. and being my wife? because i love you- don’t think i’ve ever loved someone as much as i do you.” theres a chorus of awe’s.

swiping the back of your hand over your face, you sniffle. inhaling a deep breath to steady your emotions so you could talk. you kneel down, being shorter than him once again.

there you search those beautiful eyes, cupping his cheek you scratch at the light stubble. going up onto your knees to kiss him. there you give your confirmation upon his lips, “Yes- a thousand yes’s!”

henry swoops you up into his arms twirling you around as he hugs you close. you knew he wasn’t a public man so doing this was a big deal. for both of you.

once you’re set down he slides the ring onto your ring finger. it feels snuggly, you’re enthralled with it. how it feels, to actually be in this position you never dreamed would ever happen.

just before the parks closing you go to see the fireworks- he records your excitement, when he taps your shoulder from behind the camera.

you whirl around a bright smile at him, when he knelts again tapping his shoulders you mouth a no at him.

giving up at his reassurance he could hold you up easily. and he does, you’re careful to not bounce so much while cheering and singing along to the music that plays for the show.

he turns the camera to face himself and you hunch down to kiss his cheek, lifting his head so you could kiss him properly in the video.

it’s then when you both look up that two fireworks shoot out “congratulations henry and y/n!” followed by “happy anniversary!”

[bakusoftie]

I was just listening to creepypasta and got an idea. Could you do hcs for Bakugo and Kirishima’s reactions to seeing a scary fucking demon/ghost or whatever while they’re hanging out with their crush in some creepy place? Or really, just any situation where they’re hanging with their crush and some scary paranormal shit starts happening. I’m in a big mood for some horror. This would make my LIFE thank you 🙌🏻

I’m such a huge horror fan so this made me uwu so hard (also i hope you don’t mind but I made separate scenarios for them but if you wanted poly I could do that 🥺👉👈)

Warnings: Gory Descriptions!!! + Ouija Boards + Kaminari being a dumbass

Kiricutie + Bakubabe experiencing some scary shit with their s/o

🦈 kiricutie 🦈

It was all Denki’s fault

That living enbodiment of a phone charger was the one who dared the entirety of the bakusquad to go to this “haunted” house

Bakugou, of course, said he had better things to do but,,,

Kirishima (being the manliest man he is) just had to be there to protect his s/o from all the bad spirits and creatures of the night

But the thing is- Kirishima is fucking terrified.

You, on the other hand, are so excited maybe a bit nervous and he wants to be one to protect you and be your man

Kaminari, Mina and Sero get too far ahead of themselves and rush off into different parts of the attraction so it's just you and the sharp-toothed cutie,,,all alone,,,in a dark, supposedly haunted house. Oof.

At first,It isn’t as bad as Kirishima thought. Plus, he gets to spend time with you and whenever you’d hear a scream you would unconsciously brush your hand against his and suddenly he doesn’t even realize that he was anxious in the first place. That is until you get to this bloody door that explicitly says ‘Do Not Enter’.

“Oh well, I guess we’ll just have to move on then, s/o”

Being the dumbass you are,,,You grabbed Kirishima’s hand and busted through the door (all that you could think of was ‘I need to see some ghost cheeks 👻’)

The room was dark and had a overwhelming stench to it. So, you ran your hand over the wall to find a light switch

all the while, kiri is begging that you two meet up with everyone else but 👏them👏ghost👏 cheeks👏

when you did find the strangely wet lightswitch, you turned it on to discover the fresh blood dripping down your hands and wondering why kirishima was so silent, you turned around.

He was in some state of shock, his once bright and tanned skin is now a sickly pale. He moves in front of you when you tried to follow his eyesight, desperately trying to protect you from the horrendous sight but you managed to take a look from over his shoulder

The entire room had dark crimson sludge splattered on the walls and the ground they currently stood on.

But that wasn’t even the worst of it.

It was the various amounts of flesh and guts scattered over a steel, rusted autopsy table where a body laid still as a rock. The body was mutilated and had several markings on it

The two of you weren't sure if it was real or just very detailed decorations but you both shared a look that told each other that they needed to leave and get help.

You moved quickly through the house to find your friends, still joining hands with Kirishima.

When you found Kaminari, Mina and Sero roasting a Pennywise cosplayer, you and Eijirou let out a breath of relief and pleaded them to come with you so you could show them the fucking mess y'all witnessed but when you got to the cursed hallway that you swore had a row of doors along it-

The door was fucking gone?!?

Everyone except you and Eijirou, who were both shocked and sick to their stomachs, was laughing and playing it off as a joke but

Whatever the fuck you both experienced together sure as hell bonded you for life.

💥bakubaby💥

Bakugou doesn't scare easy. This bitch used to watch horror movies when he was 3 years old and had hardcore death metal as his lullaby.

He a tough boi

But when it comes to you, he's so fucking soft and full of warmth 🥰

He fucking loves you even tho you can be kinda stupid sometimes all the time

Like right now, You and Bakubae were at a party that Hagakure was throwing and normally Bakugou would be like ‘fuck no I rather stick a cactus up my ass than hang out with a bunch of extras’ but when you looked so sad that he didn’t want to come with you and said ‘oh,,,that’s fine I guess,,,I’ll just ask Todoroki to come with me’

YOU ALREADY KNOW THIS BITCH DID NOT HESITATE TO LET YOU KNOW YOUR ASS IS HIS

and vice versa (“that bakubooty is MINE NOW,THOTS” - S/O declares from the roof of U.A)

The party was lame and the only thing interesting so far was seeing Iida get drunk and dance to Old Time Road.

Until you ask Momo to whip out an Ouija board from her titties.

Now, Bakugou doesn't really believe in ghosts or shit like that but for some reason, he just has this weird feeling about all of this

But he doesn't want to be seen as a weakling because of a stupid board with the alphabet on it.

You call over Deku and Icy-hot to join you in conjuring some motherfucking ghOSTs

You deadass had to pick all the people he absolutely hates, didn’t you?

Anyway, Bakugou couldn’t let these weak extras show him up so he grabs the planchette and asks you how the fuck this shitty toy works.

when you put your hand on his, he uwus so hard omg

but then dEKU and pRinCe zUkO had to ruin everything by putting their hands on the piece of wood too.

bruh shouto better watch tf out because if he sees y’alls pinkies brush against each other one more fucking time he’s going to go FERAL

The shitty wood chip started to pull their hands toward the ‘HELLO’ side of the board and bakugou went *surprised pikachu face*

HE WASNT SCARED HES JUST TAKEN ABACK FUCKING STUPID DEKU I BET HIS WEAK ASS MOVED IT

“Now we’re supposed to ask it questions.”

”U-um are you here to hurt us?”

”SHUT IT ICYHOT AND STUPID DEKU!,,,I got shit to ask this little dead bitch!!”

Bakudumbass, you should never insult a spirit wtf.

After his rude remark, the candles that you had lit around the four of you suddenly went out. I mean it wasn’t a big deal because shouto could easily light them back up but it definitely shook the lot of you to your core.

When the candles were relit, you couldn’t but help to notice that Izuku was missing from the circle

Oh shit

Bakugou thinks that this is all some stupid fucking scheme to get back at him and he swears when he finds Deku, he will break his bones worse than one for all ever could.

But he shuts that thought down the moment that he senses the burning feeling of eyes staring right into his soul. He looks behind him at the dark shadowy figure that seems to be using the freckled, green-haired hero as it's vessel.

Izuku’s once emerald-green eyes are now a shade of glowing crimson and his once warm, friendly smile now a gruesomely wide smirk as his body now dangles from the air.

Ŷ̵̝̌̂o̴̳͖̼̐͜͝u̷̧̠͙̫̭͖͍͋̍͠ ̵͉̮̲̌̓ň̶͔͊̎͘͝͝ĕ̸̬̜͔̑e̶̤̞̹̜̮̗͂̈́͂͜d̷̡̨̙͎̩̭̭̱̜̟̎̒ ̴̧̬̯̠̼͈̹̽̋͒t̵͓̖͙͍̯̜̣̲̅̀o̸̪͈͓̤͍̖̘͔͎͓͋̂̑ ̴̢̢͙̙͎̠̘̳̳̄̈̉̋ͅl̶̗̭̮͑̃̃͌é̷̜͓̫͚́̐͗̅̃̑á̶̜̲̪̟͙͕͍̹̀̓͋͆͐̉̔ř̴͓͈̥̜̜͆̌̑̓̊͝͠ṋ̷̜͍̲̈͘ ̸̞̘̱̥̞̬̣̫̾h̵͎̻͔̼̻̜̓́͋͘͘o̵̳̭̬͙̠̹̪͇̮͊̈̏̊̕͜w̷̭̟͙̱͔͕̃͋̈́̇̕̚͘͘ ̵̦͎̳͋̀͝͝t̵̢̨̗͖͖͇̺͔͖̾̄͌͗̓̾̀ö̴̲́̀ ̸͇͔̱̟̹̫͓̙̀̏̐̌̆͛̋͑͊ṯ̴̡̭͕̮̯̭̘̌̇̽̉͂̾̓̚͜r̷̪͙͎̱̩͚̻͛̾̓̉̉̓̐̿̀͘ȩ̴̧̣͈͚̗͓̯͚͂̀̈̽̚a̷̛̛̠͙̬͖̾͂t̶̡́̕ ̴̨̡̠̰̮͕͍̘̩͎͌ò̸͖̈̏͜t̶͎̼̑͒̿̔̓̈̕͝͠h̷̨͎̲͔̭̖̗̼̘̅̂͂͗͐̍è̷̝̥̠̬̮͈̮̟̔r̸͍͔̳͕̼͛s̷̨̫̼̙̠͉͓̰̽̊̊̔̀͊̃ ̷̛̰̞̳̖̻͕͕̘̝̹̀̎̕k̷͍̳̥̊̋̂̎͒͑̉̽̈́͌ͅḯ̴̩̹̥̤͉̭̘ņ̸̟͎͕̜̞̥̩̬̝͑̋̊̈́̑̏̀̆͐͘ď̸̜̬͇̙̫͉̬̔̏̀̓͊͋l̸̺̲̤̦̼̓̐̀͒̆ẏ̸̖̟͕̣͔̦̳͜,̶̥͇̝͙͔͎̬͌͐̌” ̵̡̻̺̟̻͓͊B̶͖͇̣̲̙͛̊̆̃͑̈́̾̃̕a̶̧͂̍̐̌ķ̶̨̬͇͙̦͓̝̰̩͗͐̿̈͊̏̀̏̕u̴̢̨͕͍͆̆́̏̓͒̉̂̇͝ģ̷̗̱̟̼͉̱̣̐̌̉̒̓́͆͑͒͠ô̵̡͚̻̬̓͒̀͋̔u̵̡̗̻̝̙̓̿͒͆͐̕͝ͅ ̷͖͖̥̭̳͈̑͐̎̐͒K̴̡̡̯͖̹͍̺̟͉̰̆a̴̡̠̘̫̰̖͚͈̲͘t̷͎͈͉͓̩̋̽̿͌ş̷̙͔͎̰̪̜̫̾̌͜͝u̷͉̝̠͚̣͖̿̈́̀͂k̸̜͎̍͠i̴̬̯͇̻̼̹̦̱̋́”

(”you need to learn how to treat others kindly, bakugou katsuki”)

Bakugou is ready for this weird ass shadow man to attack him, he’s got his palms already sparking for the opportunity to blow his ass away back to whatever hell it came from

That doesn’t exactly go as planned

The monster doesn’t come at him but instead, he uses his black matter tendrils to pin you and shouto to the floor as the vine-like shadows slither around your body and constricts your lungs from breathing properly.

It isn’t long until you and todoroki pass out from the lack of air flow and

Bakugou goes into a rage as he sees your unmoving body displayed across the floor as he was too slow to protect you from this fate

The monster discards Deku’s body across the room like a ragdoll and slides its venom-looking ass next to Bakugou’s face and as soon as his crimson eyes meet then eyeless sockets of complete void, Katsuki’s head is smashed into the floorboard as the demonic energy escapes through the window to wreak havoc on the world.

Kaminari decides to check up on the four that ventured off by themselves and when he enter the room and saw them all laying on the floor huddled together, surrounded by candles all he could think to say was...

”🥺 they didn't invite me to the orgy”

[imgonnaketchumall]

Inspired by @askgarymfoak and the angst

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There were many things wrong with this scenearo. Looking closer, things were not right. The house down the street was quiet. It was quieter than the brunette boy could remember it being in a long time. He remembers faintly the noises coming from the quaint house, the house that held his best friend. The noises, however, weren’t being heard and the familiar car that was in the drive was no longer present.

Gary watched the house as a little raven haired boy stepped out from the house, plopping himself onto the tree swing that was put up last spring. He couldn’t be more eager to rush over and play with his playmate.

Running into the lab of his grandfather, Gary stopped to a halt. On the phone was Ash’s mom, and his grandfather chatting just as boring adults do. As rude as he wanted to be, Gary wasn’t as impatient as his best friend and waited for the phone to hang up.

“M’going to Ash’s!” He tells his grandfather, eager to escape.

“Gary—“ Professor Oak puts on his solem face, the one he uses when he wants to be serious. He detracts his words and gives the boy a firm nod. “Okay.”

Sitting on the swing in front his house was none other than Ash Ketchum, toes lightly digging into the worn dirt. He wasn’t shouting, nor was he screaming, nor was he doing anything that was very Ash-like. The weather was warm, but cool enough for a light sweater. The sleeves were covered in wet marks, the collar droopy as Ash always tugged at his clothes. Around the collar was splotches of wet marks as well.

“Hiya.” Gary holds up his hand in a greeting. He makes his way through the front gate, keeping his eyes on the rhythmic movement of the back and forth of Ash.

Ash was quiet. Ash wasn’t normally a quiet person. The only time Gary has seen Ash this quiet was when his cousin Trey called him a baby for insisting on keeping the light on during one of the sleepovers he was invited to.

“Hi.” The words are soft and quick.

“Wanna play pokemon adventures?” It was Ash’s favourite show, and Ash loved going on adventures and looking for the wild pokemon. He was always in the mood for that game and the few times he wasn’t were usually when they were forced to be inside. Plus, Ash loved to hear all the facts Gary knew, even if he’s heard them a million times before.

“Nuh-uh,” the boy whispers back as soft. Ash wipes at his eyes and Gary frowns.

“Did Trey do something again? If so, then all you gotta do is take the batteries outta his game. Or was it Red?”

Ash shakes his head “Daddy’s gone.”

Gary’s face falls. It wasn’t like with his parents who were taken by Arceus. No, Ash’s dad was a mysterious man who sometimes took them to the playground, or to get ice cream. Once, he took them to Chuck E Chu’s all the way in Virdian but the whole way home he was grumpy.

He never ever called Ash Ash either, which always seemed to upset the raven haired. (Which he understood. He hates it when Gramps calls him Garrison.)

But one of the strangest things Gary noticed about the mysterious Mr. Ketchum was how he didn’t seem to really like being around Ash and his mom. Mrs. Ketchum was probably the nicest women Gary knew. She always let him have cocoa when he ate at her restaurant, and baked yummy cookies and food for him and Gramps. But around Mr. Ketchum her smile was tighter, and her eyes sadder. Like the type of sad when Gramps looks at pictures of his own son.

“Oh.” Gary goes to sit next to the tree. He doesn’t ask if he’s coming back, because Gary isn’t stupid. Ash may not have the reputation of being the smartest kid on the playground, and often called dumb as a magikarp, but Gary knows that Ash is wise enough to put the two together. His dad left, and he’s not coming back.

“Did I do somethin’ wrong? Reddy’s daddy left too, but Trey’s daddy didn’t.”

“No. “ His answer wasn’t a lie. What could Ash have possibly done wrong? Gary thinks of all the other kids on the playground, the ones that don’t like Ash. Sure Ash wasn’t perfect, but there were plenty of kids Gary could count that were worse. Like the kid that eats his boogers. Or the girl with the lopsided pigtails.

Gary rips at the grass by the swing. He looks around the yard and tugs on a flower. “I don’t think your daddy was a good daddy.”

Ash’s eyes widen. As much as he wanted to fight back, Gary wasn’t exactly lying to him. He clenches his fists around the ropes of the swing. “He was too.”

“He didn’t never play with us at the playground, an’ he always got mad when you dropped your ice cream an’ at Chuck E Chu’s he sat there drinking that alcohol stuff while we played. Plus, he always always called you Ashton. Which you don’t like nobody to do. An’ your mom always looked sad when he was with her.”

“That’s cause they was yelling.” Ash pushes himself back and forth on the swing. “What if Mommy leaves?”

“Never,” Gary replies.

“Or you?”

“Never ever,” Gary repeats. “I’ll never ever leave you. The young boy holds out the yellow flower. The petals are falling off, but the younger one takes it anyway.

Years later the two teenage boys sit on abandoned swings at the playground. There’s a little patch of grass where wild flowers are growing. The breeze ruffles their hair as they both push lightly at the ground.

Pikachu and Bree are on the kiddie slide, Pikachu’s beloved plush bay wearing a matching bandana of Umbreoon’s. Ash looks over at the pokemon laughing and playing and goes to the grass behind him. Ripping out a clump of flowers Ash hands them to the impeccably dressed brunette.

“Never ever,” Ash says cheekily. There’s his ever infamous goofy smile on his face.

“Huh?” Gary raises a brow.

“I’ll never ever leave you. That’s what you told me when Dad left.”

Gary hardly remembers what he’s said. The last months have been tough. Gramps is getting older, older in the ways that always seemed harmless in his youth, but serious in his older age. He still remembers Gary, or most of Gary. There’s been a handful of times where he’s called Gary by his son’s name. It’s all very real and very scary. He was even called Blue once, which, he’s way better looking than Blue if you ask him.

But all in all, the daunting reality of losing his Gramps is a frightening one.

Ash reaches his hand out to Gary, lacing them as they swing gently.

“Never ever?” Gary asks, eyes going soft.

“Never ever,” Ash repeats, leaning over to kiss the boy as the chains of the swing tangle together.

[the-tiva-og]

His Ninjas

Second chapter of my @talisbirthdaychallenge fic!

Chapter 2: New Heights

As always, Ziva woke up before the other two and went out for a walk around the area. By the time she returned, Tony and Tali were awake and getting ready for their first day of sightseeing. “Are you just immune to jetlag or something?” Tony yawned, buttoning his shirt. “I brought breakfast,” she said, rather than responding, and placed a box of doughnuts on the table, then handed her partner a paper cup. He opened the lid, closed his eyes, and inhaled the coffee scent deeply. “Have I told you how much I love you?” he practically moaned. “You have,” she said with a shrug, “but I can always stand to hear it again.” Tony pressed a kiss to her cheek and opened the box of doughnuts. “Hey, T-Bird,” he called to their daughter, “come get some breakfast.” “Ooh,” Tali cooed, climbing onto a chair to pick out a treat, “I love doughnuts.” “Daddy’s girl,” Ziva teased, swatting at Tony’s stomach. He rolled his eyes. “Should we tell her?” he asked Ziva. Tali’s ears perked up and she paused her perusal, “Me?”

“I do not know, Tony. Do you think we should tell her?” “Is it me?” Tali said, fully turning to face her parents. Tony shrugged, continuing the game, “Tough question. It might be too exciting. I mean, it’s such good news.” “Tell me!” Tali called. “Hmm, you are right,” Ziva replied, pretending to ignore their child, “She may not even want to know.” “I wanna know, I wanna know,” Tali begged. Tony pretended to think about it while Tali reached out her little hand and grabbed his arm. “Daaaaaaddyyyyy,” she pleaded.  “Oh!” he said, pretending to have just noticed the little girl, “Tali. Didn’t see you come in. Ima and I were just discussing if you would like to know about your super-special, extra-fantastic birthday present that we got for you.” Tali’s eyes grew wide and she nodded frantically. “Well, you know how your birthday is in a couple of days?” he began. “Yep. I’m gonna be six!” she said proudly. He nodded, “That’s right. And your Ima and I decided that we would take you on an extra special trip just for your birthday.” Tali narrowed her eyes, “But you said we were in Japan for your work.” Ziva nodded, “We are, but we are going somewhere special while we are here.” “Is it the Pokemon Cafe?” Tali gasped. Tony opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to think of the right words, “We are going to the Pokemon Cafe, but that’s not your special gift.” “So it’s even more special than the Pokemon Cafe?” Tali asked, thinking Tony nodded, “I think so, what do you think, Ima?” “Oh,” Ziva said, pretending to be taken aback, “yeah, I think so.” Tali leaned forward, conspiratorially, “Where is it?” Tony made a show of looking around, as if he were making sure that no one was around to hear his answer, before he and Ziva leaned forward so that the three of them were huddled together. “Disneyland,” he responded in a stage whisper. “What?!” Tali shouted so loudly that Ziva and Tony both became concerned that they would never regain hearing in the ears closest to their daughter, “Do you mean it?!” Tony sat back and smiled, “Of course, kiddo.” “I can’t believe it,” Tali said, backing away, “I can’t believe it. I’ve gotta go tell Pikachu.” As their daughter ran off, Ziva chuckled. Her partner looked up at her from where he was still sitting on the floor, “I think we did a pretty good job with this present.”

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Even as the morning faded, Tali continued walking on air, still in disbelief that she was going to Disneyland in a few days. However, this thought did not stop her from fully enjoying their other stops. Her fun at the drum museum did not do any favors to her parents’ ears that she had already damaged over breakfast. After leaving the gardens of the Imperial Palace, she held her father’s hand as they followed Ziva through the streets of Nihonbashi. The little girl looked up in awe at the unfamiliar sights around her while Tony looked at his partner in awe at the ease with which she could navigate an unfamiliar city. Tali was not really paying attention as they entered a building and took an elevator up, but as the doors slid open, her eyes landed on something and she gave a theatrical gasp. “Daddy!” she said, yanking on Tony’s arm, “It's Pikachu!”

“I can’t believe I got to get my picture taken with Chef Pikachu!” Tali said happily as they left the shopping center, new Chef Pikachu toy tucked away in her backpack for safekeeping, “Lily is going to be so jealous of me when I show her. I need to buy her a souvenir! Ima, we need to go back to the Pokemon store!” Ziva laughed at the girl’s verbalized thoughts, “Ahava, there will be many more places to get Lily a gift. Do not worry, we will find something.” Tali nodded, taking her mother’s hand this time, as they made their way back to the train station.

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“Where are we going next?” Tali asked as they rode the train back from Mt. Takao. Ziva shrugged, “I am not sure. We’re going somewhere that your father chose.” “Ima,” Tali said leaning into her mother’s side, “wasn’t it funny when the monkey took all of Daddy’s food?” Ziva laughed and Tony looked up from his map and narrowed his eyes.  “Laugh it up, Zee-vah,” he teased, “see if I ever save you from hungry macaques.” 

“What the hell, DiNozzo?” Ziva hissed under her breath as they stood in front of a blank wall with only a small sign, a lamp, and a wooden door, “I thought we were going to have dinner ‘somewhere special.’” “Just wait,” he said with a wink, leading Tali up to the door and pushing it open to reveal a small room. As Ziva entered, the maître d' clapped his hands and a small door popped open, revealing a person dressed in all maroon with only their eyes showing. Tali’s eyes grew wide and she looked up at Tony, “Is that a real ninja?” The ninja-cum-waiter and Tali led the way through a narrow maze until they arrived at their table, at which time, he sent Tali on a mad search for the hidden ninja call button.  Tony grinned like the Cheshire Cat through the entire experience while Ziva tried to not show him how amused she was at his scheme.  Once their food had arrived and Tali was busy playing with her toy ninja sword, Ziva looked across the table at her partner. “Did you pick this restaurant just so that you could make more ninja jokes?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.  “Now, come on, Ziva, why would I do that?” he said, smiling into his soup.  “And you saw the prices on the menu before booking this?” she added. His grin turned into a full-on smirk, “I am very committed to my art.” She could only roll her eyes. 

After they left the ninja restaurant, snapping a picture of Tali in her ninja headband with their ninja waiter on the way out, they headed once more into the streets of Tokyo. They ended up in a Hello Kitty store and another Pokemon shop before they actually arrived at their intended destination. Tony was fairly certain that all the school supplies Tali would need between now and college were currently stuffed into his and Ziva’s backpacks as they rode an elevator to the 350th floor of the Tokyo Skytree. While Tali and Ziva looked out at the city, Tony purchased tickets for them to go even higher up, which required another elevator ride that Tali was all too happy to take. After they got off the elevator, the problem became keeping up with Tali as she dragged them along the ramp to the highest point. Just as her parents would start to get a good view, the little girl would spot something just ahead and insist that they keep going.  “What can I say, the kid’s very goal-oriented,” Tony joked, winking at Ziva as Tali urged him to hurry up.

Once they reached the top, Tali finally stopped for a moment. She all but pressed herself against the walls to look out over the lights of the city in awe. Tony stood beside her, “What do you think, kiddo? As good as the Eiffel Tower back home?” Tali’s eyes never left the window as she responded, “It’s better.” “Better?” Tony questioned, looking from Tali to Ziva who couldn’t tear her eyes from their daughter, “How is it better?” “It’s so much taller, Daddy,” Tali said, “And the lights go on forever.” Tony shrugged, “Yeah, the city is pretty big, isn’t it?” Ziva put an arm around Tony and leaned against him, “It is the largest metro in the world, you know?” “Mhm,” Tony responded, noncommittally, “I’m just happy that I found somewhere in the world where you and I are on the same level, linguistically.” “Ha!” Ziva barked, “My love, you and I will never be on the same level, linguistically.” Tony huffed, “Oh come on, Ziva, just because you’re not that great at English doesn’t mean you have to put yourself down like that.” She swatted his arm and chuckled.

Eventually, they tore Tali away from the windows and made their way down to the 340th floor, where she soon found a new favorite thing-- the deck’s glass floor. They watched their daughter walking around on the floor, looking down on the city below her, and talked. “You know, I’ve thought about proposing to you on top of the Eiffel Tower,” Tony said. Ziva didn’t look at him, but responded, “That is such a movie thing to do.” “Are you telling me that you’d say ‘No’?” “I’m telling you that you could do better.” “So if I proposed to you here?” “Are you?” “Well, I didn’t bring the ring with me.” She turned her head to look at him, “But you have a ring?” He scratched the side of her head, avoiding looking at her, “I’ve had a ring for eight years.” “Tony,” she said in a heavy voice barely above a whisper. Tony turned his head and looked at her shyly. She turned her hand to hold his, continuing to look at her.  “You didn’t really answer my question,” he said. She responded, “You didn’t answer mine either.” He cracked a smile, “Now that’s not fair, I did ask first.” “Remind me of what your question was,” she said with a small smile.  “Will you marry me?” Her smile grew, actually showing her white teeth now, “Yeah.” “That’s not quite the big, romantic answer I thought I would get,” he teased. “Well,” she said, smile turning to a smirk, “that wasn’t quite the big, romantic proposal I thought I would get.” “We’ve never done things the way people would expect,” Tony shrugged. “This is true,” she said, turning back to watch Tali. “Besides, there’s time for big, romantic gestures when I actually give you the ring, huh?” “Having two separate proposals would be far from the most unusual part of our relationship.” He laughed dryly, “That’s the truth.”

The return to their hotel was uneventful, with the exception of stopping to pick up crepes for an evening snack.  Tony smiled at Ziva’s subtle pressure on Tali to get her preferred flavor, knowing that she would end up eating the majority of the pastry once her daughter tired of it. Little moments like that helped Tony to know that Ziva was really settling into her position in their little family. Once they returned, she set to helping Tali get ready for bed while he checked their plans for the next day. 

“Everything looking alright?” she asked, sneaking up behind him as he worked. He jumped only a little this time, responding, “Looking good. Just needed to return a couple emails. Kiddo in bed?” Ziva nodded, “She was exhausted. We had a big day today.” He smiled warmly, “We’ve got another big day tomorrow.” “And you… meant what you asked me earlier?” Ziva asked, almost shyly. For a moment, he considered playing dumb and asking her to clarify her question, but seeing the way she was looking at her feet convinced him to do otherwise.  He reached out for her hand, holding it in his and tugging to draw her closer. She looked up at him, “I absolutely meant it, Ziva. All I want for the rest of my life is to make you and Tali happy. I want to protect you guys and… I mean, being a dad is the greatest thing to ever happen to me, but I’ve gotta admit that being your husband would be right up there with it.” She smiled again, the bashful, youthful smile from before. He tugged her down and pressed a kiss to her lips. 

[arcane-merlin]

I Don’t Want To Say Goodbye || Originalshipping (Part 1)

Fandom: Pokemon

Ship: Red x Green/Blue

Contains spoilers for Pokemon Mystery Dungeon Explorers of Sky/Time/Darkness!

Synopsis: Red is transformed into a Pikachu and is sent to the Pokemon world a few months after becoming Pokemon Champion. Washed up on a beach, he meets Blue, an Eevee who bears a striking resemblance to his best friend and rival in the human world. On their last journey together they must use everything they've learned as explorers to defeat Primal Dialga and prevent the planet's paralysis. And come to terms with their feelings for each other. That too.

(might be a two part or three part who knows lol? Also cross-posted on Fanfic.net, AO3, and Wattpad!)

"We did it Red. We're almost at the top of Temporal Tower. I can feel it." The Eevee turned around to meet the Pikachu's eyes. Composed and determined. Ready for the inevitable.

'Let's save the world from the planet's paralysis, Blue.'  Red thinks. 'Together.'

Blue became silent, understanding his partner as if he were a psychic type Pokémon. Blue reaches a paw at the blue water drop necklace he's wearing. He's always kept this rare necklace with him ever since he got it as a baby. His name derives from said necklace. We will definitely win! And... and once we do... I'm gonna evolve into a Vaporeon!

Nodding at each other, the two partners, who put their whole trust in one another, swearing to save the world, and prepared for this very moment, continued forward.

They enter the next room, spotting a grey stone staircase. Guarding the stairs is a sleeping Porygon-Z. Red signals Blue to stay at the front of the damp hallway. As quiet as a Rattata, Red approaches the sleeping enemy. Stopping nearby the front of the vulnerable Pokémon, he waves at Blue.

A pincer attack, Red? Good thinking!

Blue is careful in his steps. All of the Pokémon they've encountered so far are tough, and they want to save as much energy as they can in the event that they are forced to fight... Dialga. Even thinking about Dialga is sending shivers down my spine...

All the more reason to hurry...!

Blue shakes his head, sending the thought of facing the fierce legendary Pokémon to the back of his mind. Red puts three small fingers up. One by one, the fingers go down. Once the last finger went down, Red and Blue simultaneously attacked. The Porygon-Z screeches in agony, and retaliates with discharge, paralyzing Blue. The status effected Eevee trembles, unable to resist and that angers Red. Red attacks using thunderbolt. Turning it's attention to the Pikachu, Porygon-Z discharges once again. Red is having none of that though and dodges. Going for a Quick Attack this time, Red manages to knock Porygon-Z to the solid floor.

Blue's paralysis fades soon after and he sighs, relieved. Man... when will we get a break?

"Red." Blue flashes Red with a tender grin, "Thank you."

'...?'

"If I hadn't found you at the beach... I wouldn't have come close to achieving my dream of joining Wiggilytuff's Guild. We would've never saved Azurill from Drowzee, see the beauty of Fog Bound Lake, uncover the mystery of my Relic, escaped the future... Without you, how could I grow into the Blue everyone's come to know? Before... I was just known as Eevee, grandson of a famous Pokémon Explorer. Achieving something for myself... that was out of the question. Always being number two. Always being compared. I guess you were the missing puzzle piece, huh. I can't... I can't imagine a world without a human-turned-Pikachu named Red. I can't imagine my world without you...

'Blue...'

"If we're together, there isn't anything in the world that stands a chance against us! Let's save our friends, our world, our everything! Then, when it's all over... we have to watch the Krabby on the beach together, known as the heroes who saved the whole world."

'...!'

Red lovingly pats Blue's head, smiling. Blue affectionately stares at the gesture.

'I love you, Blue.'

Red tilts his signature red cap down, suddenly overrun with embarrassment. Many memories were made wearing this hat when he lived in the human world. He got his first Pokémon, a Pikachu. It was fate that he transformed into one himself. Red, wearing the hat, defeated the gym leaders, Team Rocket, the Elite Four....

...and the Champion, his long time best friend and rival, Blue Oak. An Eevee was also Blue's first Pokemon and here Red is, talking to an Eevee sharing the same name. Another coincidence in this mysterious world where Pokemon could talk.

When Blue (the Eevee) found Red collapsed on the beach, he was firmly clutching the soaked hat. This hat being his only memory of the human world. Home.

Today is no different. He would make a new memory alongside his dependable partner, Blue. Stopping the planet's paralysis. It's true that Red has already created countless memories wearing the hat in the Pokemon world, but this one is more important than the rest.

And would be his last.

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Temporal Pinnacle

The hard ground beneath them had cracks. Four stone columns surround them, forming a square shape. Facing diagonally, the tops of two columns had broken off, another sign that Temporal Tower was going to collapse at any given moment. Red and Blue observe the area, hearts rapidly pounding. Roaring winds blew against their fur. Red wraps his arms around himself, trying to keep warm. Shaking his fur, Blue takes a few deep breaths.

"Is this... Is this the top of Temporal Tower...?" A rhetorical question. Blue was in disbelief. Yet, deep down both Pokemon knew that they had reached their destination.

An intense beam of light accompanied by a loud sound startles Blue out of his disbelief. Red goes on four legs, cautiously awaiting for an enemy. Sparks emit from his red cheeks.

"Waah!" Blue rushes to Red's side, "Lightning!"

Reluctantly raising his head to the sky, Blue's beady eyes widened. Wha-

"Look at the sky, Red!" Blue points up.

Like a whirlpool, red clouds swirl in the sky. In the center is a black hole, where lightning bolts rapidly shot out. The enormous clouds covered the entire sky. Neither Pokemon could see out of it.

"It's incredible!" Blue shouts, awed. "Red clouds are swirling!"

Deafening sounds of more sparks of lightning caused Red and Blue to cover their ears. The ground trembled underneath. A ticking clock then resounded, a reminder of their restricted time limit.

"Waah! It happened again!"

The tremors never lasted for long, but it would probably become much worse later on. Blue finds himself touching his necklace again. Regaining some confidence back, he squeezes it before letting go. Red rises from his defensive stance and glances at Blue.

Blue acknowledges the impending fate of Temporal Tower, "This tower feels like it's going to shake apart any moment! Let's hustle, Red!"

Red nods.

Red and Blue continue forward and it isn't long until they near a small set of stairs. Is that... an altar?

"Look! Over there!"

Something similar to veins glowed on a navy blue edifice. The structure was made up of five dividers that were cupsidated at the tip. In the middle, a stone with a luminous pattern and five indentations situated on a divider larger than the others. Serrated points emerged from the bigger divider.

"...What could this be? It has a strange, mystical feel..." Green tilts his head.

'...................................'

'There's a big circular pattern... Inside are indentations that look like they've been gouged out...' Red contemplates, squinting his eyes. 'What is this...?'

Red connects the dots. '...! Wait a second! The gouged-out indentations... There are five in all. Five slots... That means...!'

Red then lightly taps Blue and promptly shares the conclusion he arrived at.

"What?" Blue questions, "Five slots?"

The meaning of the question became obvious.

"Th-that's it! If I set the five Time Gears into these slots... We might prevent time from stopping!" Strong-willed feelings wash over Blue. Red and I are definitely... gonna save our world! Nothing can stop us now!

"Ok!" Blue gazes Red. An unanswered question lingers in the air. Red's eyes told Blue the answer. "I'll do it!"

But before either of them could approach the edifice, a powerful lightning bolt knocks them backwards. Landing on the hard floor knocked the wind out of them. As they shortly recover from that surprise attack, they notice that the sky above became dark and with it came a ill-boding presence. Red covered Blue's mouth to quiet his scream.

"GRRRRRRRRR..." A roaring gruff growl resounded, "SO! IT'S YOU! YOU SEEK THE DESTRUCTION OF TEMPORAL TOWER!"

The voice's declaration alarmed both Red and Blue.

"What?! You're wrong!" Blue desperately shouts, attempting to convince whoever the voice belonged to. "We're here to prevent time from stopping!"

Blue's words seemed to aggravate the voice even more. Their voice bellowed, "TIME...STOPPING...TIME... GRRR-OOOOOO!"

Primal Dialga appeared out of thin air, its massive dragon like body towered over Red and Blue. Steel enveloped some parts of its navy blue body. Designs covering its body were colored orange. The diamond in its chest altered from blue to a fiery red, representing the Pokemon's anger and loss of self-control. At the sight of Primal Dialga, Red is back in defensive mode. He goes on all fours, hackles raised.

"D-Dialga!" Blue yelps. Dialga's response was a fierce cry.

"YOU!" boomed Dialga. "YOU DARE BRING RUIN TO THE TOWER!"

"No! That's wrong!" Blue attempts to reason with Dialga. "We want to prevent the tower from collapsing..."

Unconvinced, Dialga growls, "SILENCE!"

'Trying to talk with Dialga is impossible...! He won't listen to reason!' Red thinks.

"FOR ALL THOSE WHO THREATEN TEMPORAL TOWER... I WILL SHOW NO MERCY!" threatens the enormous dragon, letting out another menacing roar.

Blue seemed to get the message and turns to face Red, "It's no use, Red! He's not listening to us at all!"

'Dialga is losing control because time is breaking down! But... This isn't like Primal Dialga in the future... He's not yet fully consumed by the power of darkness! There's still a chance that Dialga can be brought back to reason! There's still hope!'

"H-here he comes, Red!" Blue warns as the Legendary Pokemon obstreperously roars once more.

Harnessing all the remaining strength within him, Red uses discharge. Blue follows up by throwing a Gravelerock, but Dialga dodges. Red proceeds to attack with Thunderbolt and somehow misses. Blue bites down on Dialga's leg. However, Dialga doesn't flinch from the attack and unleashes Roar of Time. Red saw that move coming from a mile away and covered his ears. His partner on the other hand, took massive damage and fell to the ground.

Red scours the exploration bag for a Reviver Seed and a Violent Seed. He places the reviver seed in Blue's mouth and uses his tiny hand to make Blue chew on it. Stumbling to his feet, Blue regains consciousness. Red consumes the Violent Seed to strengthen himself and Blue goes on the offensive by using Bite once more. Dialga is unable to attack for the next few moments after using Roar of Time, so Blue consumes a Violent Seed himself while Red attacks with Thunderbolt.

Blue proceeds to continue using Bite and Red Thunderwaves to paralyze Dialga. However, Dialga shortly recovers from the paralysis and attacks Red using Metal Claw. Before Dialga is able to finish Red off, Blue hurls his Oran Berry at Red. Munching on the berry, Red moves away from the impending attack. The draft formed from Dialga's missed swipe knocks his hat to the ground.

Going for another Roar of Time, both Red and Blue took major damage. It wasn't enough to make either of them faint, however, they only had two more Reviver seeds and six Oran Berries left. If they didn't finish this battle soon... the three of them and everyone else would perish as the tower collapses and the world fell into ruin. Both Red and Blue ate an Oran Berry before using the same attacks as before. Able to attack again, Dialga hurls an AncientPower at Red. He's able to withstand the move and risks the rest of his energy by attacking with Discharge.

The corrupted Legendary Pokemon bends down on one knee, glaring at the two Pokemon who bested him. He still wants to fight... but has forgotten the reason why. A painful roar, a roar full of want, is the last action Dialga takes before thudding to the ground. Red and Blue pause, afraid that Dialga would suddenly attack again when they least expect it. A few seconds pass, but Dialga did not make a move.

"We... did it..." Blue lets out a breath he didn't realize he's been holding. "Ok, Red! It's time! While Dialga is still down, I'll go put in the Time Gears."

As Blue takes a couple steps forward, another tremor shakes the floor, stronger then the previous ones. Lightning is swiftly spewing from the red clouds.

"Th-this... This tremor is the worst it's been!"

' T-Temporal Tower is... Temporal Tower must be nearing total collapse...' Red wonders if they've already run out of time. 'If... If that were to happen... The destruction will accelerate... until the planet is fully paralyzed!'

Strong bolts of lightning strike at the stone ground, creating bigger cracks. Red picks up his hat from the ground and has a vice-grip on it, as the wind was getting difficult to withstand. Moving past Dialga's body, they fight against the shaking floor and high speed winds to climb the stairs.

"Urk! The floor's heaving..." Red struggles to hear Blue's voice. "It's hard to put the Time Gears into place!"

One by one, Blue and Red insert the Time Gears into the slots. They have difficulty placing the last two on the top, but manage to do it after Red uses Blue as a stepping stool. Red and Blue lock tired eyes.

Hope is evident in Blue's voice. "Done! They're all set!"

The gears emit a white light... and disappeared along with the indentations leaving a sky blue light on the grey stone. The color of the squiggly designs on the blue altar changed to a bright greenish color. Unable to bear the shaking any longer, Blue falls and rolls down the stairs. Red lands on his back. He stumbles to his feet and rushes toward Blue.

"Wh-why?! I put the Time Gears where they're supposed to go!" the hope in Blue's voice begins to fade with each word, "Why won't these tremors stop?!"

'Blue...'

Blue has a horrified expression on his face and tears form at the corners of his eyes. "It can't be... Was I too late...? Will Temporal Tower continue to collapse...?" Blue wipes the falling fresh tears, confused and afraid. "Is it too late... to stop the planet's paralysis..?"

Blue shamefully faces Red, a shadow of his former self. What can he say? Sorry for failing you? Sorry for failing the entire Pokemon world? Red's heart breaks at the sight of Blue's tearful expression. He desires to tell him that they would be fine and go home to Treasure Town, forever known as heros. In this situation, with the tremors and lightning becoming powerful enough to tear down the tower, Red would be lying. Still, he'd give anything to see Blue smiling again, even lying to himself. His Mom, Professor Oak, and Blue... Do they miss him? It must've been at least a few months since his disappearance. They're all probably worried sick.

'I regret taking his Champion title. I should have told him that I love him... but my words just won't come out! I continue to hurt him... What is wrong with me...? He was always there for me. Was I ever there for him? Why did our friendship end the way it did?

Is it because... of me?'

Powerful thunder impacts the top, destroying more of the floor and the other two columns. Both Pokémon drop to the ground. Using the last of his energy, Blue turns to face Red, knowing it would be the last time he'd get the chance to. A droopy grin appeared on his features, his manner of accepting the fate they journeyed so far to avert. Too many emotions begin to overwhelm Red. Despite the inner turmoil, he returns Blue's accepting smile. They did all they could. Yet, it wasn't enough.

Red's vision fades to black. His last thought was about the boy who he somehow fell in love with, Blue Oak.

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"Hello...? Can you hear me?" someone called.

It's blurry. The only thing that Red can make out is a boy with caramel hair and emerald eyes. Red blinks multiple times. His eyes slowly adjust to the brightness of the sun. The entrance of a town and three buildings. Two of which were houses, the other was a lab. Underneath, the hard stone of Temporal Tower was no more. Instead, Red's hands met with the touch of wet grass as he lifted himself up.

'Pallet Town...?'

A painful headache seizes him, causing his body to convulse. He can't seem to recall what happened. At that moment, it dawned on him. He must've died, but his memories are jumbled up. How else would he be standing in front of Blue Oak? Collecting himself, Red nodded in response to Blue's question.

Blue sighed in relief, playfully punching Red in the arm. "I can't believe you were hiding here, Red. I've been trying to find you! My sister and I have a surprise for you!"

Blue extends a hand to Red. Red doesn't think twice before grabbing onto him. He's realized that he missed this, begin away from the human world for Arceus knows how long. And now he's been gifted a second chance. Memories of adolescence are resurfacing.

They enter the Oak house, everything in place as Red remembered last time he visited. Much to Red's chagrin, Blue let go of his hand. A box wrapped in Pikachu printed wrapping paper sat on top of the table. Immediately, Red rushed over, casting an asking glance back at Blue. Blue pat Red's dark hair and chuckled.

Fresh tears gather in Red's eyes. He already knew what Blue's gift was. His signature red hat. Only in this reiteration, the hat was not yet tattered by the memories Red would make as a trainer and an actual Pokémon.

'Oh...' Red warmly stares at the thoughtful gift. 'I guess I must have fallen in love with him at this exact moment. Besides my mom, no one else really gave me anything. Of course, I didn't mind. As I child, I didn't talk much. I did what I was told and never expected something in return. Blue and I only knew each other for a year, since Mom and I moved to Pallet Town after my father's death. All the gifts that Mom gave me... And yet, the hat that Blue got for me became my most valued possession.'

"Well? Do you like it?" Blue questions, a faint blush on his cheeks. Red briskly nods, beaming. He puts it on.

"Red." Blue's voice suddenly quiets to a serious tone. "How long are you gonna keep him waiting?"

'Huh?'

"It's not over yet." he sadly smiles, retaking Red's hand into his. "Wake up. The other Blue... he needs you right now."

'No...!' Red lifts his head. Rivulets of tears fall. 'I don't want to... not like this! Not when I can see you again!'

Blue seems to have read Red's thoughts. Bumping their foreheads together, he whispers, "No, Red. This... is a dream. I'm not the real Blue Oak... but you and him will certainly cross paths once this is all over. Don't keep me waiting, okay?"

'...'

'Okay. I promise.'

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'...Ugh...' Red feels like his head is splitting. 'Urk... Th-this is...'

His body is unusually heavy as he pushes himself off the floor. Destruction due to the tremors and thunder surround him and he wonders how the Tower hasn't collapsed by now. Large cracks cut into the ground. Gone were the tops of the four columns, two of which were lying on the ground. His eyes come across his collapsed partner.

The Eevee groaned as Red stumbled toward him. He lightly nuzzled Blue's warm fur. Without warning, Blue's eyes opened and he was on his legs. Red breathed out, appeased that Blue appeared to be fine.

"Hey... Red..." Blue's gaze wandered around, searching. Confusion appears on his face. "Wh-where...?"

Out of nowhere, someone spoke. "THIS IS... TEMPORAL TOWER."

The voice belonged to Dialga, now back to his original form. Various light blue stripes instead of orange on blue skin. His chestplate holds a diamond in the middle. Three spines shone on the back of his neck, as well as a metallic head piece that seemed like a crown. A fin-like structure rests near his tail. Cautiously, Red and Blue make their way towards the gigantic Legendary Pokemon.

"Dialga!" Blue's voice shook. They couldn't possibly battle again. Red and Blue barely won the last fight.

Dialga heard the panic in Blue's voice. "YOU HAVE NO CAUSE FOR ALARM. I HAVE REGAINED MY REASON."

"What?" taken aback, Blue tilts his head.

Dialga calmly explains the situation, "TEMPORAL TOWER HAS TAKEN HEAVY DAMAGE... BUT IT HAS SURVIVED." he turns from the two, "NOW, OBSERVE."

The diamond shimmered. Soon after, a moving image played in both Red and Blue's mind. From the forest floor, bushes and grass dance in gentle winds. Above, the sky is blue with several white clouds. Red supposes that Dialga is using telepathy to show them. Another scene played. Damp leaves on the branch of a tree. Drops of water trickled from the leaves.

All of this was happening at a familiar place, Treeshroud Forest. Yet, when Red and Blue were there, time had stopped. There was no sign of movement, of life. Now it seems as if... time has been restored. Life can now continue. Not only in Treeshroud Forest, but in all the places where time has stopped.

Treasure Town came into frame. Bidoof was in front of Duskull Bank, two treasure boxes full of Pokemon currency as always. Teddiursa and Ursaring are together, chatting as always. Corphish stood on the stones in the center of the dirt path. Swellow and Wurmple were also prattling on and on nearby Electivire. Xatu peacefully stood in front of his shop, waiting for a Pokemon to bring him a treasure chest so he could open it. Kangaskhan's storage was open. Politoed, Ledyba, and Togepi seemed to be buying something from the Kecleon brothers. By the looks of it, everyone is doing well. It's like any other beautiful day in Treasure Town.

Rocks float in the filled with yellow clouds. Light shines from above. The Hidden Land. At the highest point, a damaged and not far from collapsing tower rests.

"TEMPORAL TOWER SURVIVED THE CRISIS. TIME HAS RETURNED TO NORMAL HERE..." Dialga clarifies, "THUS, TIME HAS RESUMED IN PLACES WHERE IT HAD STOPPED. BECAUSE YOU STOPPED THE RUIN OF TEMPORAL TOWER... THE PLANET'S PARALYSIS HAS BEEN PREVENTED. THE WORLD'S PEACE... HAS BEEN RESTORED."

Blue can hardly believe he's hearing this, "R-really?! We did it, Red! We finally did it! We brought peace to the world!" he celebrates. Blue's expression was that of content.

"ALLOW ME TO THANK YOU." Dialga spoke. "I THANK YOU FOR REACHING THE HIDDEN LAND... YOU HAD THE COURAGE TO STAND UP TO ME, EVEN AS I RAGED OUT OF CONTROL... AND YOU PREVENTED THE RUIN OF TEMPORAL TOWER IN THE NICK OF TIME. THANK YOU. ALL THIS, I OWE TO YOU."

Delighted surprise is evident in Blue's voice, "D-Dialga..."

Dialga continues, "BUT ALL IS NOT YET AS IT SHOULD BE... IT WILL TAKE TIME. I MUST SEE TO THE REPAIR OF TEMPORAL TOWER." his gaze moves towards outside the tower, lost in thought. "THE HIDDEN LAND, TOO, HAS BEEN RAVAGED... BUT THE RAINBOW STONESHIP SHOULD STILL BE OPERABLE... AND LAPRAS SHOULD BE AWAITING YOUR RETURN."

Blue nods. "Ok!" he forgot for a while there that he and Red had to journey home, but that was fine. He couldn't wait to see everyone again and continue their lives at the guild. "Let's go home, Red! Back to Treasure Town!"

Leading the way, Blue runs to the entrance of the roof. Red begins to follow, but then realizes that he's missing his hat. Rescuing it from the floor, he dusts it off before descending the stairs.

Sorrow slowly eats at him as they make their way down Temporal Tower and towards the Rainbow Stoneship.

This is it. His final memory in this world alongside Blue.

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Blue proudly strides in front of Red on the floating stone path, eager to reach home. Power is in each of the tiny steps he takes. Oppositely, Red finds it becoming more and more difficult to move his body. His breathing is becoming ragged. Perhaps he should tell Blue...

Now noticing something off about Red, Blue speaks up. "What's the matter, Red? Let's hurry." Blue cringed at his tone. He sounded annoyed, even though he really wasn't.

Red feebly nods, though Blue doesn't seem to notice. They continue their slow pace with Red weakening as seconds pass.

'My body... feels heavy... What's wrong... Why am I struggling to move...? It's like... my legs are weighed down...' Red clutches his head, thoughts swimming in his mind, trying to think of a reason. 'Maybe... now that we've changed the future... My own disappearance... is drawing near...'

A small tremor and Blue's yell jolts Red from his thoughts back to reality.

"It's settled down..." Blue sighs, shaking his head to focus. "I guess things are still settling back to normal... Let's go, Red."

Blue strode onward. Suddenly, incandescent light encompasses Red, prompting him to stop in his tracks.

'This... This light...' Red frowns, already knowing what was happening to him. 'The time has finally arrived... My time with Blue... ends now.'

"Hey, Red!"

Once Blue shortly realized that Red wasn't behind him, he came rushing back. Red's body being surrounded by light was an uneasy sight. Worry overcomes him and he stops in front of Red.

"What's wrong with you?!" fear rises in Blue's voice.

"...Sorry, Blue." Blue's eyes widen hearing Red's quiet voice. His mouth is agape. "I kept this to myself for a long time..."

Red rarely talks! T-this must be serious... Is he hurt..? Why would he-

"It looks like... I have to say goodbye..."

Blue froze. He couldn't believe it! Red... saying goodbye? Leaving him? That's our of the question. After everything they've been though... how could he?

"Huh?! Goodbye?!" he comes closer to Red, right in front of his yellow face. Blue tries to wrap his head around this. It's making him become emotional. "What are you saying?!"

As if everything was perfectly normal, Red   was composed as he explained. "Dusknoir told me. If we changed the future... all the Pokémon from the future would disappear. There would be no reason for a human to be here either. That's why... I'm destined to disappear too. I'm... going back to the human world."

"Huh?" Blue was growing frustrated. He blinked away the angry tears beginning to form. "What? Wh-why? I don't understand!"

Red had been preparing for this moment and speaks the words he wanted to say to Blue Temporal Tower. "Thank you for everything. I'm going to disappear from here now... But, Blue... I'll never forget you."

Blue wishes that time would stop again. There's too many things he needs to say to Red, but he doesn't have enough time to. "W-wait a second... I managed to make it all this way because you were with me, Red." he's unable to keep his voice from breaking and the tears from blurring his vision, "Don't you understand...? You made me strong, Red... If you go, Red... I don't know... what I would..."

Red sets his hat on Blue's head. The Eevee's ears droop and the notion is too much to handle. A broken sob escapes his mouth.

"No, Blue. You have to be strong on your own. You have to live!" Red embraces his crying partner. "You have to go home... Tell everyone about what happened here. So that... nothing like this happens ever again."

"Red..." Blue sniffles. Red puts their foreheads together as he light becomes brighter. Blue's little heart is breaking. "Don't, Red! Don't... Don't go..."

Red pulls his head away from Blue. "Thank you for everything, Blue. I'm glad we got to train together at the guild... I'm glad we got to go on adventures together..." Red smiles sadly. "I'm glad... I got to know you, Blue."

"Wait... Red..."

"I'm sorry." Apologizes aren't enough to stop this, but Blue deserves it after Red kept this huge secret from him. "I'm so lucky that you were my friend..."

Blue cries, "I feel the same, Red! To me, Red, you're..." trying to control his breathing, he takes a deep breath. "More important than anything..."

"Yes... I feel the same way." Red closes his eyes, "Blue... Even after I disappear from here... I will never forget you..."

Before Blue is able to say anything else, he watches helplessly as his partner disappears with the light.

"...Red... Red!" Blue's voice cries out in vain. His partner, his one true friend... gone. Never to return. "...Red!!"

Collapsing to the ground, Blue heavily sobbed. He couldn't hold his heartbreak any longer and poured out his grief in a flood of uncontrollable tears.

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His cheeks streaked with dry tear tracks and he mumbled incoherent words as he pressed on despite the deep hole in his heart. Each step he took was slow and heavy. The thought of making it home was now lost in his emotions.

"...I have to live... I have to get home alive..." Blue lets out a shaky breath. "...Get home... and tell everyone about what happened. Because it's... Red's... It's Red's... last wish..."

Even at such a slow pace, it isn't long before Blue arrives at the Rainbow Stoneship, the pattern etched onto the stone is phosphorescent. Blue's chin quivered. Chewing on his lower lip, his eyes once again welled up with tears.

"Th-there's..." A tear tickles his cheek. "There's the Rainbow Stoneship..."

He has to force himself to move. So close, yet so far. Before he's able to get on, Blue trips and lies on his face for a couple of moments. With the tiny amount of strength he has left, he picks himself off the ground. It's as if time has stopped again as he trudges onto the stone. He faces the direction of Temporal Tower, in all it's glory.

Finally, the Rainbow Stoneship departs.

And he's slowly distancing himself from the tower. Distancing himself from Red.

Forever.

"Temporal Tower is...getting farther and farther away..."

Silence. Painful silence. Lonely silence.

"And Red..." Blue swiped at his eyes but fresh tears came anyway. "I'm getting farther away from Red..."

Oh, Red... I never got to say that I love you.

[thesoftsoobin]

➳ part: 1/?

➳ pairing: taehyung x yoongi

➳ genre: angst (with a happy ending), hanahaki au 

➳ warnings: mention of death, non-kinky choking

➳ word count: 3.1k

Read on AO3 or below the cut.  

yoongi was letting sunflowers overtake his lungs, and taehyung had a hard enough time watching him slowly die instead of telling hoseok his true feelings. but taehyung's own crush was getting the best of him, and life managed to complicate itself even further when he began coughing up flowers, too. and not just any flowers, either. they had to be cherry blossoms, yoongi's favorite.

Yoongi hyung was going to die.

There was no other way of looking at it, as much as Taehyung didn’t want to admit it. His roommate was knelt on the floor of the bathroom stall with his head halfway in the toilet bowl, gripping the sides so tightly the veins of his hands popped. He’d been choking, spitting, and gagging for the last half hour, and it didn’t seem like he was going to stop any time soon.

He was going to die.

Helplessly, Taehyung pulled his knees up tighter to his chest, tugging the sleeves of his blouse over his hands and reaching out to rub Yoongi’s back. Even then, that’s all he knew to do – just rub circles on his back and hope it helped.

It probably didn’t, but he could hope.

Someone walked into the bathroom, then, their footsteps tapping along the tile. Taehyung’s hand froze on Yoongi’s back and he waited for one of the guys to call out and ask if everything was okay, but whoever it was just unzipped their jeans and started to pee. Yoongi’s coughs continued to echo off of the stall walls, each sounding more painful than the last.

Yoongi groaned as though he and Taehyung were still the only two in there, muttering curse words under the breath he was still trying to catch. He turned feebly to lie his cheek on the toilet seat and looked at Taehyung through lidded eyes.

“I—” he said, voice raspy. “It might be done.”

Taehyung wiped the sweat coating Yoongi’s forehead with the back of his hand. “You think?” he asked. “You’ve said that twice now.” Yoongi closed his eyes under the touch, pressing his lips into a stupid grin. But it soon twisted into pain, and he turned his head to heave three more times.

The guy outside of the stall zipped his jeans back up and flipped on the faucet. “Your hangover’s gonna suck tomorrow,” he laughed over the water and Yoongi’s hacking. It was Jackson Wang from a few rooms over from theirs.

“Mmm,” Yoongi hummed in between coughs. “I can handle it.”

The water stopped and the door opened and closed and they were alone again. Taehyung could smell the beer on Yoongi’s breath, a bottle or several in his system from that night. But the alcohol wasn’t the culprit; his roommate had always handled his well.

No, rather than vomit in the toilet, there were flower petals. Sunflower petals, to be exact. Bright and yellow and soaking in the water, the specks of blood that came out with them staining the surface in spirals of red.

Just a half hour ago, they were gathered in their dorm with their friends. It was Halloween night, and they were doing what they always did. They were ‘pregaming’ before ‘finding a party to crash,’ which always ended up with the seven of them getting so drunk they got distracted and spent the night goofing off in the dorm instead.

Taehyung was dressed as a vampire and watching Namjoon and Jimin, dressed as Pikachu and a fairy respectively, put on voices and drunkenly act out the script he had been finalizing for his screenwriting class, the two of them doubling over in laughter every two sentences.

Jeongguk was crouched in a corner with a crown on his head, searching YouTube fruitlessly for a vine Jin didn’t understand his reference to. They were bickering, Jin whining (while dressed as a giant pumpkin) that he really didn’t care, and to be quite honest, didn’t even remember what Jeongguk had said at that point.

Hoseok and Yoongi were on their own like they tended to end up, talking and sharing inside jokes in their matching angel and devil costumes. Every so often, Taehyung would look over at Yoongi, semi-drunken eyes scanning the soft features of his face and trying to figure out if he was okay.

At that particular moment, he couldn’t see Yoongi’s face clearly. Hoseok was in Taehyung’s line of sight, leaning against the bed frame, and his head was thrown back in laughter at whatever Yoongi had just said. It didn’t matter, though. Taehyung could easily guess that Yoongi had the tiny, embarrassed smile he always got when Hoseok paid him attention.

He was okay. At that particular moment, Yoongi was okay.

But as soon as Taehyung tried to focus back on Namjoon and Jimin, he heard Yoongi cough. He looked over again to see Yoongi with his hand over his mouth, stumbling out the door and to the bathroom. It wasn’t nearly the first time this had happened, and that’s exactly why Taehyung jumped out of his desk chair and followed him without a second thought.

And now Yoongi was going to die.

Yoongi barely told him the story, but from what Taehyung gathered, it started last year when Yoongi coughed a single sunflower petal up in his hand during a music theory lecture. He had been unknowingly staring at Hoseok diligently taking notes beside him, and the petal signified that his mere friendship with the boy had blossomed into a crush.

Now it was piles and piles of petals being flushed down the toilet, at least several flowers worth. They only grew more by the day, and this was far worse than yesterday.

After a few dry coughs, Yoongi lifted his head slowly, and his hands hesitantly moved from the rim of the toilet bowl, shaking. Falling back against the other side of the stall, he faced Taehyung and tried to bring his labored breathing back to normal.

There was something strange about seeing him like this, and it wasn’t just the fact that Yoongi still had his devil horns on, red glitter littering his cheeks. It was that it was Yoongi, usually so determined and tough, with eyes reflexively filling with tears. It was seeing his body slumped over, muscles weak from fighting with flowers, when it usually stood tall.

He still had his tenacity, “I can handle it,” leaving his lips over and over again even when it didn’t have to. His stubbornness, after all, was what kept the flowers growing in his lungs as he refused to tell Hoseok his feelings. But his strength was waning, and Taehyung couldn’t help but worry.

He might not die tonight, but if he didn’t tell Hoseok soon…

Yoongi rubbed one eye with the heel of his hand, groaning again, and Taehyung handed him the water bottle he ran to the vending machines to get around minute ten of Yoongi’s choking. His hands trembled as he uncapped it, and he winced as the water went down.

“What kin’a fucking higher entity,” Yoongi started, voice raspy and slurred and his eyes still half closed, “thought it wa…would be…so funny to make you grow flowers in your go’damn chest?”

He sucked in a deep, ragged breath, coughing once more and sending another bright yellow petal flying out with it. It floated to the ground, landing on the tile floor.

Yoongi pushed his legs out a little further, his sock-clad feet sliding lazily atop Taehyung’s own. Taehyung sat up straight, clearing his throat, and pressed his lips into a sad smile.

“The universe is cruel,” he said.

Again, the bathroom door swung open, squeaking on its hinges. Somehow, Yoongi knew it was Hoseok before he even said a word, and he swiped up the stray petal and tossed it into the toilet with the rest.

“Yoongi hyung? Tae?” Hoseok eventually said, voice cautious. “You guys good?”

Yoongi’s tired eyes met Taehyung’s, widened as far as tired eyes can go. Together, they had a brief, silent conversation.

If I say anything, he’ll figure it out.

What, you want me to make something up?

Well, yeah.

What if he thinks I killed you?

With a pathetic shove, Taehyung say something before I kill you.

So, Taehyung stood, forcing Yoongi’s feet off of his, and unhooked the latch on the stall door. He slid out into the light of the bathroom, and Hobi stood right in front of him, leaning against the sinks. He tried to give him a smile that was more playful than sad.

“Yah, Hobi hyung. He just had too much to drink,” he said. “That shot of soju we did must have done it. He won’t stop puking.”

As if on cue, Yoongi coughed, throat raw. Taehyung made sure to hold the door to the stall shut. The toilet wasn’t flushed, and the petals of Hobi’s favorite flower were still floating at the top.

Hoseok wasn’t exactly sober himself, and he seemed unable to repress his giggles. “Really?” he laughed. “He didn’t even drink that much!” Hoseok leaned forward to try to get a look at Yoongi under the stall, but nearly toppled over. “Yoongi hyung,” he said, catching himself, “you’re losing your edge.”

All Yoongi did was groan in response, which sent Hoseok into another fit of giggles. Taehyung fought the urge to roll his eyes as Hoseok adjusted the halo on his head.

It wasn’t Hoseok’s fault – he knew that. Yoongi was the one who refused to tell him the truth, who would rather die not knowing than risk hearing Hoseok reject him.

But, god, how could he be so oblivious? All of the lingering gazes and the light touches and the going anywhere Hoseok goes. The laughing even when Hoseok wasn’t being funny and the way Yoongi wouldn’t show anyone – not even his own roommate – a song he was working on until Hoseok heard it first. It was obvious. It was so obvious, and the fact that one of the most observant people Taehyung knew couldn’t figure it out drove him insane.

Maybe you just pay too much attention to Yoongi, he could practically hear Jimin say.

He shook his head. “Something probably just didn’t sit right,” he said. “He ate a lot of bulgogi at dinner, remember?”

That was true, and the utter lack of recognition on Hoseok’s face made Taehyung think maybe the Jimin in his thoughts had a point.

The door burst open, and in stumbled Jimin himself, in the flesh. His fairy wings got stuck in the door and he had to push himself through, nearly falling flat on his face.

“Jeonggukie wants to know if you guys’ll be back soon so Yoongi hyung can set up the Wii,” he said, breathless.

Yoongi started hacking again and Taehyung widened his eyes ever so slightly as they met his best friend’s. “He’s really sick,” he said, still holding the stall door shut, and Jimin parted his lips.

“Oh,” he said, and he nodded. He turned to look at Hoseok. “Should we let him sleep? You guys could come over to ours.”

“Okay. Yeah, sure,” Hoseok said. He glanced at the stall, but his eyes were glazed over, and it was a lazy glance at best. “Maybe we can watch a scary movie or something.”

“Totally!” Jimin said, pulling on Hoseok’s arm and dragging him toward the door. “Gguk has a ton.”

As they tripped over the threshold into the dorm hallway, Hoseok looked back at Taehyung. “Tell him to text me in the morning!” he called out.

“Sure,” Taehyung said. As soon as they were gone, the door fallen shut behind them, he opened the stall to find Yoongi slumped right where he left him.

“Thanks,” Yoongi rasped as Taehyung stepped over him to flush the toilet.

He didn’t respond, leaning down and slipping Yoongi’s limp arm over his shoulder. He wrapped his own around Yoongi’s back and tugged him up, and this was never getting any easier, was it? After a particularly harsh episode, Yoongi was always no lighter than a dead weight. He leaned heavily against Taehyung, face dangerously close, hooking his arm tight around Taehyung’s neck.

They stood like that for what felt like forever, Taehyung waiting until he knew the boys would be gone before he dared stepping out into the hallway.

“Nnh,” Yoongi grunted while they waited. “I’m fine, Tae. Just go to sleep.”

“We are going to sleep,” he said. “As soon as we get back to the dorm.”

Which, to be fair, could have taken all night thanks to Yoongi’s dragging feet. Only mere seconds after leaving the bathroom, they ran into the couch in the common room, Yoongi whining about being manhandled. He leaned more heavily on Taehyung, which tugged the cape of Taehyung’s vampire costume down and practically choked him.

“Need any help?” Jackson asked, his voice light and teasing as he poked his head out of his room. “I knew it sounded like Yoongi hyung.”

“I’m okay. Thanks, though,” Taehyung sighed. They were just a few steps from the dorm, the door left open and the light left on by their friends.

“We’re heading to a party on College Ave. soon if you want to join,” Jackson said, but Taehyung was already pulling Yoongi into the tiny room and shutting the door behind them.

“Hobi said my name first,” Yoongi said. He sounded half there and half not, falling in and out of consciousness while standing up.

“Mhm.”

“He, uh, he was worried,” he went on mumbling. “Tha’s a—tha’s a good sign, right?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung said. “Yeah, of course. That’s good.”

Beer bottles and shot glasses littered the desk and dresser tops, and Jeongguk’s crown was lying on the floor. Taehyung’s phone buzzed in his pocket as Yoongi pulled himself away from him, but he ignored it.

Instead he bent down to grab a pack of crackers from under his bed, opening a sleeve and holding it out for Yoongi to take. “Here. You should eat something.”

They left the water bottle lying on its side in the bathroom, which rolled into another stall somewhere when Taehyung was lifting him. At least he drank half of it, though, and had something in his system.

Annoyingly stubborn like always, Yoongi just eyed the crackers in Taehyung’s hand. “’M not drunk, Tae,” he said, his voice still barely there, and Taehyung dropped the crackers onto his desk.

Yoongi leaned against his bed and unbuttoned his black skinny jeans, feebly tugging them down halfway before giving up and falling face first onto his mattress. “Just,” he mumbled, “dying.”

Well, at least he could admit it.

Taehyung’s hand hovered over Yoongi’s ankles, reaching out and pulling back a few times before he ultimately pulled his jeans the rest of the way off. He felt his face heat up as he folded them and placed them at the end of the bed.

“What was it this time?” he asked. He busied his hands, picking up his garbage can and starting to clean up the mess. “I mean, what was it that made them grow more?”

“Dimples,” Yoongi said as the beer bottles clanked together, Taehyung tossing them in one after the other. He curled up into his pillow and mumbled into it, “His fucking dimples.”

Taehyung paused and blinked down at the mess. “You should really tell him,” he said. He picked up another bottle, moving in slow motion as he waited for Yoongi’s response. “You know? Before it gets worse.”

All he was met with was silence. He turned back to Yoongi, who was asleep in the same curled up position, or at least pretending to be. His breathing was still rough and jagged, not quite even with sleep yet.

Taehyung watched him, waiting for him to respond, but he knew it would never come. He licked his lips and held back a sigh as he picked up the last bottle.

Eventually Yoongi really did drift off to sleep, and Taehyung piled the seven shot glasses into two stacks. He grabbed his toothbrush and makeup wipes and juggled them with the glasses, and nearly dropped everything trying to quietly open the door.

Jackson’s door was shut now, and the hallway was quiet except for Taehyung’s footsteps. The rest of the floor stayed out partying past 3 a.m. on any normal day, and it was just barely midnight on Halloween. It was bound to be quiet for a while.

Taehyung’s cheeks stayed ablaze well into stepping into the bathroom and washing the shot glasses, but he blamed it on the dorm’s heat. As soon as the weather got even slightly cold, the university thought it was acceptable to turn the dorms into the students’ own personal hell. Sweat was bound to be coating his own forehead any second.

As he finished washing the last glass, his phone buzzed in his pocket again.

Taehyung set his phone down and let it buzz, pulling a makeup wipe from the pack. After taking his vampire fangs off of his teeth and wiping the fake blood from around his lips, he forced his mouth into a smile.

It was the same square-shaped smile he always had, “boxy and beautiful,” as his mother said. It was the same smile Jimin was always calling cute any time he laughed. But no dimples. Not even a hint of them.

He pressed his fingers into his cheeks and held down, but even then, the indentation only stayed for a fraction of a second. Nothing.

Taehyung was glaring at his reflection when he felt the promising tickle in the back of his own throat. A strangled sound escaped him as he tried to hold back a cough, but soon he was leaning over the counter and spitting into the sink.

Cherry blossom petals, the same beautiful shade of pink as the ones in the painting above Yoongi’s desk. Taehyung painted it for him just last week, giving him his favorite flower to look at every day, just as often as he saw Hoseok’s.

No, he thought as he coughed once more. No, I don’t.

But he did. The proof was right there in front of him, in the sink. It was in that painting he did, in the way he paid attention, in the comparison and the worry.

As much as he’d been trying to fight it, he loved Yoongi the way Yoongi loved Hoseok.

And the universe, he decided, really was cruel.