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It wasn't for your ask, but I appreciate your enthusiasm regardless, lol. It's for my current series on AO3 👀

“What if I wanted to stick something up here,” he circles the pad of his finger over Steve’s hole, “that wasn’t what you were expecting?” Bucky doesn’t know where these words are coming from, they’re just pouring out of him. Heady and dark. A moan answers his question. “No complaints, huh?” He pinches his fat ass. Just because. “Hmm, what if I left you like this—” he takes his hands off of Steve, pushing the illusion further “—told you not to move, and went to the kitchen,” Steve’s hanging on every word, his back tight, his neck burning hotter, turning redder. He jumps when Bucky puts his hands back on him, adorable, “and I grabbed a few things? A couple of wooden spoons or spatulas. Maybe a wisk?” “Fuh, puh—” Steve puffs out a few sounds that aren’t words. Not even close. Bucky hopes his head is spinning, trying to make sense of where he’s going, of what he’s saying. He doesn’t have to hope that it’s turning Steve on, because he knows it is, his hips are moving into the leather. Grinding. Aching for friction. And for now, Bucky allows it. Just the knowledge that he could stop him with nothing more than a snap of his fingers or a click of his tongue is enough for him. “Then I could put the handles of ‘em up here,” Bucky taps his hole this time. Two fingers against his rim. Steve squeaks. God.

That little sound coming out of such a big, experienced man makes Bucky’s chest heave. Inside he’s vibrating. This is—this is incredible. He’s got him on knife’s edge without even having done anything. He has him pinned down with nothing but words. He has him. He has Steve. Controlling him. “Stuff you full with ‘em.” Bucky lets the words settle, he lets Steve really think about it as he gropes him unapologetically, “then, I could drag you into the kitchen, couldn’t I? Leave you ass up on the floor and only touch you when I need something from you. I’d be too busy cooking to do anything about the mess you’d make on the floor, dripping everywhere with your needy dick. Messy boy.” The next noise that comes out of Steve is downright ragged and it vaguely sounds like a very drawn-out please. “What?” Bucky feels unhinged. Grinning. Steve moans again. This time it’s even less close to something understandable. “Oh, what was that?” He plays up, “you want to be a little holder for cooking utensils? You want to be an object, baby?”

[factual-fantasy]

But what happened to Ingo that he got al bloody??? Was he attacked by something??? By someone??? And why was Elesa alone on the last panel, where Emmet go? To sleep maybe? To look for his brother yet again somewhere? Does Ingo has memory loss or he does not? If he does, does he remember everything when he gets back? And forget about the adventure he just had? How much time was he missing? He is still all bloody and his leg is still not looking great so I'd say not very much?? His leg is looking awfull I love it.

(Post in question)

XDD I'll take this ask as an opportunity to go into much more detail on the story and answer all your questions!

So for starters, in my AU The Wilds isn't some far off island as its seems to be in the game. My version of The Wilds is 100s upon 100s of acers of land somewhere on the far far range.

Also, Elesa has her own ranch separate from the twins. She has a big lab on her ranch with welding equipment and tools and what not.

ANYWAYS! So Ingo and Emmet had been out exploring when they happened upon The Wilds. Excited to see this uncharted land, they charged right in. They explored together to start, but at some point they split up. Neither of them really even remember why they split.. they both regret separating looking back..

Ingo found a big open field and began walking across it. considering there was literally nothing ahead of him he felt confident to take out his Rotom and type away on it while walking.

Suddenly he fell into a big gaping hole in the middle of the field. Looking at his Rotom he didn't see it coming..

He tumbled down several feet and crashed into the cave floor. The result was a mild concussion, blood pouring from his forehead and a nasty sprained ankle..

He laid there unconscious for a few minutes before waking up dazed and confused. Looking ahead of him he saw a dim light. So he just.. instinctively crawled towards it.

It turns out that dim light was an old teleporter that led him miles and miles into The Wilds. The teleporter deactivated behind him.

About an hour passed when Emmet started look for Ingo. When he couldn't find him right away he tracked him on his Rotom. Following the signal he found a hole in the ground leading to the enormous cave..

Carefully making his way down the hole he found Ingo's abandoned Rotom, a trail of blood leading to an old broken teleporter.. but no Ingo.

It was pretty clear what had happened. Ingo had gone through the teleporter. But it was deactivated so he couldn't follow him.

He called Elesa in a panic, and Elesa told him to bring the teleporter to her ranch. There she had welding supplies and tools to hopefully fix the old teleporter and bring Ingo home. Or maybe go through it themselves and find him..

While Elesa worked on the teleporter, Emmet still had a ranch to maintain and slimes to feed. At the moment there wasn't much else he could do to help in finding Ingo anyways.. So he went back to his ranch and maintaining it.

Now its at this point I should talk about Celebi.

I had this idea that Celebi is this mischievous slime that lives in The Moss Blanket. Ingo and Emmet have become obsessed with trying to capture this slime so that they can study it. Though this slime always escapes somehow. After months of failing to capture it, this cat and mouse routine has turned into a game for both parties.

Celebi will appear and temp the brothers into chasing after her. The dinguses always give in and make chase, only to tire themselves out and end up empty handed.

This routine has become so casual that there have been somedays where they go to The Moss Blanket and Celebi appears. The boys will shake their heads. "Sorry, no games today. We actually have chores to do.." Celebi will pout but then confidently approach them and help them with their chores and allow them to pet her. The next time they visit it'll be back to trying to catch her and her always slipping away. XD

So with that context, it had been about 3 days or so since Ingos disappearance. Emmet was back at his ranch waiting for any good news from Elesa.. At some point he had to stop by The Moss Blanket for his usual chores and to empty him and Ingos extractors.

Emmet had tried to stay calm through all this. He tried to tell himself that Ingo would be fine. he was tough, capable. Surly he would be fine.. though being in The Moss Blanket.. perhaps he saw something that reminded him of Ingo. And just thinking about how his brother was bleeding, and all alone out there..

It was just too much. He was so worried about Ingo and he missed him so much.. Emmet fell to his knees and started crying.

Celebi heard the crying and came to investigate. Only to find.. just one of the brothers.?

Celebi tried to comfort Emmet by nuzzling up against his arm. It helped some and he was able to compose himself.

"Sorry,, no games today.. Ingo's not here... maybe some other day.."

Celebi wouldn't leave his side though. Emmet couldn't help it and kind'a vented the situation to Celebi, even though he thought she couldn't understand him.

He talked about this new land they discovered. He talked about how he turned away for only a minute.. and then Ingo was gone.. But most importantly, he talked about the pink trees..

After Emmet left the Moss Blanket, Celebi turned around and went straight to The Wilds in search of Ingo.

Around 2 weeks give or take have gone by when Celebi finally finds Ingo. And by this time Elesa had fully repaired the teleporter and reactivated it.. but the teleporter didn't connect with another. Ingo did not appear..

Celebi began to try to lead Ingo home. It was tough considering how slow Ingo moved and all the dangers The Wilds presented.. but they managed.

A few days go by and its at this point that Emmet and Elesa are completely defeated. They don't even know where to begin looking for Ingo. They have no way of knowing where that teleporter took Ingo. Although Elesa tried to hack into it and find its last coordinates..

Emmet was back at his ranch, and to be honest.. he was falling apart. Each day that went by he spiraled more and more. There was talk about packing up a bunch of gear and supplies and venturing into The Wilds looking for Ingo.. though there were a lot of problems that presented..

Meanwhile Celebi, Ingo and Lady Sneasler saw a glint coming from a nearby cave..

It was another teleporter! And although it was currently shut off, it looked to be functioning! Ingo said a heartfelt goodbye to Celebi and Lady Sneasler. he thanked them for all their help and care. He activated the teleporter, and stepped through..

All in all Ingo was gone for about 3 weeks or so. He didn't suffer any memory loss or anything thankfully. His concussion and sprained ankle were generally mild and healed on their own over those 3 weeks. Although his leg was still pretty sore since he was constantly walking on it..

I have some ideas in mind for what happens after Ingo returns and what the reunion with Emmet is like. I plan to draw it sometime soon so stay tuned! :}}}

Also thank you for your interest in this Au and for your ask! It gave me a great excuse to ramble about the story and go into more detail! XDD

[harrysmimi]

Italy

Synopsis: YN and Harry's weekend trip to Italy

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Friday night was spent at Harry's villa in Tuscany and the next day he was going to drive them to Florence to this museum, Sunday was going to be spent around the neighborhood of his house.

It was YN's first time at Harry's villa or in Italy really. She's been getting a lot of opportunities to go to new cities and countries since she's met him, that made her that much more guilty. He let her walk around the house until he figured the plan for their dinner out, but promised to give a personal house tour himself. He resorted to order a take out from one of his favourite places.

It was a good place YN figured, very private. No wonder why Harry talked about spending time there before he grew to love going back to the flat which is now their home. There was a huge pool in the backyard, which was clean surprisingly given the fact that Harry hasn't been here in a long time. Maybe he had someone come and clean up the pool. Maybe he's planning to use it. There were fairy lights all around the backyard, it was so Harry in all ways. All sorts of blooming flowers scattered around the garden, little weird statues splayed around the space as decore, some used as planters. The villa was very big, but it had the same safe and zen feel to it as their home back in London.

"Do you like it here?" Harry's voice right in her ear from behind spooked her.

"Oh my god, you scared me!" She smacked his chest making him laugh, "and yeah, it's very cosy in here." She shared. "Now I get it why you'd come here to stay often."

"Yeah? Do you wanna move here someday?" He wrapped his arms around her middle from behind.

"When we're retired? Yes!" She joked to which he actually laughed. "It's very pretty out here, can't wait to see this in the morning when the sun is up."

"It's even more prettier in the morning, I will tell you that." He agreed, "do you want to go swimming tomorrow?"

"Hah! I can't swin to save my life." She scoffed.

"I'll teach you, don't you worry about that baby girl." He smeared his lips onto her shoulder with a smooching sound. "I ordered us some food from my favourite restaurant, it'll be delivered in a few minutes."

"Thank you." She smiled. "We won't have enough time though.'

"We'll come in next week." He shared, "and the next. Or we can vacation here next year when you can take your yearly off."

"Mhmm, I want to try all the food here." She suggested and that made him really happy.

"Yeah?" He teased, waddling around with her in his arms, "we'll try everything you want, baby. And by everything, I mean everything." He whispered the last word in her ear making her giggle.

"Stop being cheeky!" She whined feeling him tickle her sides.

"Food's gonna take a long time, I think I wanna have my dessert first." His voice was a deep whisper as if he was keeping it a secret from the plants and shrubs around in his backyard, nose skimming against warm skin of her neck. "You wanna go in?"

"Mhmm." She sounded in agreement, but squealed when he scooped her up with his hands supporting her back and begin her knees as he made his way inside, "Harry!"

"I'm not gonna drop you baby!" He cooed, walked upstairs to the master bedroom. He placed her on the bed carefully. Just when he was about to kiss the door bell went off, making YN burst into laugh. "I swear it said 45 minutes on the application, for fucks sake!"

"Oh you poor thing!" She teased.

"You're gonna pay for this, being all bratty recently."

She just mocked him sticking her tongue out as he made his way out. She tailed closely behind him back downstairs, it was really their food. They sat down to eat their dinner.

......................................................................

"Okay..." YN sighed seeing a huge statue of a naked man in the museum. "I wasn't expecting this to be here."

Harry laughed, "that's quite... I don't how to say this... Big, innit?"

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed laughing as she walked ahead of him and he tailed behind her, laughing and teasing her all day long, making his usual sexual jokes around her.

It was middle of summer. They had their icecream walking around the city more. Harry took many, many pictures of her, some sneaky and for some Askin her to pose. She looked just that pretty to him, like a twinkling star on a summer afternoon dressed in a plain white cotton dress with a tiered skirt, hemmed to her knees, a pair of black kicks and a baby blue bucket hat.

They got back to Villa just before the sun set. It was getting pretty hot, especially for Harry to handle the weather outside and he almost passed out.

"You good now?" She gave him a glass of water.

"Yeah!" He sighs but laughed it off as he was actually feeling well.

"You sure?"

"Mhmm, I am sure baby." He reassured her, "thank you for looking out for me." pulling her to stand in between his legs, he wrapped his arms around her thighs tightly in a hug.

"Don't thank me for that." She cooed, pulling him closer as his head rested on her chest. "Do you want rest whilst I go make something for your eat?"

"No, I'm fine. I'm fine." He affirmed. "Now come on out with me." He carefully pulled her away from him as he stood up holding her hand. "Let's go walk out in the backyard."

"You almost passed out, Harry, I think you should rest." She scolded him but had to follow him as he was holding tight onto her hand, "lemme go make some lemonade for you and something to eat-"

"Shush!" He interrupted her. "Just walk in peace!'

"I'm not going to carry you inside, you're too heavy for me." She rolled her eyes.

"I promise, I won't make you." He smiled cheekily at her, "I'll be the one carrying you inside later."

After a few laps around the backyard taking in the perfect scenery of the sun setting, Harry replaced her hand into his other to drape an arm over her shoulder. Tucking in closer to her, placing a kiss on her head.

"You know?" He started.

"Hmm?"

"After what happened that at your work, I thought you would wanna end things." Harry admitted with a heavy heart making her halt on her place, "lemme finish please." He rushed as she opened her mouth to say something, "I know you didn't. I was just scared you know. Because we talked about having a baby and about getting a new home soon. Just got a bit paranoid. Just want to thank you for choosing to stay with me, love. I promise, I would change everything and make everyone like you because, honestly there nothing to not like about you."

YN just wrapped her arms around his middle, propping her chin up on his chest so she could look at him as he spoke his sweet little things to her. He chuckled and hugged her back before he continued...

"You truly make me so happy. And I've said this many times, but it's not enough to me because I can't fathom that I could have things and love I have with you. I felt so unworthy of that."

"But you are so worthy of all the love, Harry." She butted in.

"Yeah! Especially if it's from you." He agreed to her, "and when I said that, I wanna have a family with you, even get as many cats as you want - unless they don't eat my McFish -" she laughed at his added warning, "I want to you to have things you didn't had growing up, want to be a part of that as well. You deserve all of that more." His hand reached upto tuck her fringes falling on her pretty face and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. YN's eyes got teary behind her glasses hearing him say those things to her. Her heart fluttered in her chest as he reached for the back pocket of his jeans. "And you're my bestest friend, I love you and I don't see why I shouldn't ask you this for any other reason. Would you please give me the honour to be your husband? Will you marry me, please?"

And there it was, her tummy did ten back flips and two front flips as he finally asked her as he went on his knee, holding onto her hand in a gentle grip.

"You don't have to say please!" She cooed realising she crying, "of course I want to marry you." She got down to his height not being able to bring herself stand on her legs which felt like jelly.

"Gimme your hand, baby." He took her hand and slid the ring on the right finger.

"I want to hug you!" She whined when he was taking too long, but alas tackled him with a bear hug tucking her face against his throat. The reassuring weight of his hand on the back of her head had her crying more.

"I love you so much, YN." He whispered against her hair with his eyes closed.

"I love you more!"

"Don't cry, you're gonna make me cry, sweet girl." He chuckled, his vision would be watery if he dared to open them. It felt like those awfully realistic dreams to him, until she pulled away to look at him for a brief moment before finding her home in his neck. They sat there for what felt like ages but had been no more than a minute, before Harry pulled away to get a kiss. Dipping his head down he buttoned his mouth on hers, hand still cradling her head at the back.

YN let out a breath of a laugh watching his eyes teared up, nothing but in pure admiration. She brought her hands up to cup his fave in her hands and swipe away his tears, before she placed another kiss on his mouth. "You don't know how happy I am right now, this- you made this so special!"

"Only the best for my love." He smirked. "I have another surprise for you." He gestured at the back door of the villa.

There stood everyone who matter to both of them, Anne, Gemma, Sarah, Mitch and their baby, surprisingly YN's older brother and his wife, Jeff and Glenn, Alec and his Fiancé, who was also on photo duties as a photographer.

Harry helped her up as they greeted by their excited family and friends. Alec's Fiancé, Sophia hugged YN the first thing because as a Photographer she was on photo duties.

"Finally three of us are engaged now!" Alec announced, showing her the face time call with Brielle, who couldn't go as she's too pregnant to travel. She was sat there on her sofa with a bowl of popcorn propped on her baby bump.

"Give her a hug from me too!" She yelled through the call making everyone laugh.

They all shared their congratulations with the newly engaged couple, before YN's brother spoke up.

"So, you said you wanted to marry my sister." Asher started, "but not before we follow our traditions as well." Harry looked at him confusedly. YN couldn't believe he actually asked for her family's blessings. She was so grateful her brother actually showed up, but it broke her heart as her parents weren't there.

"Yes, we need to do the ring exchange ceremony, it's an engagement after all!" Jasmine, Asher's wife explained further. She had a little tray in her hands, with two rings on it.

YN adored Jasmine. For everything. For putting up with her in-laws, especially her husband. It warmed her heart as to how she really helped prepare for them to hold a tiny ceremony for her.

"I didn't know about this." Harry shared, "you didn't had to get the rings, would have told me."

"That's the part of the tradition." Brielle spoke, she's still on the face time call.

"Mhmm." YN hummed. "We just exchange the rings."

"Yup!" Jasmine chirped, "we don't do that on wedding day, so there is a separate engagement ceremony for it. In our culture the engagement rings are worn on right right, and the moved to the left hand on the wedding day. Both of you have to wear the rings. That's why these are often confused for wedding bands."

"I mean they do look like wedding bands." Alec pointed out.

"That's why you move them on your left hand later one."

"I understand." Harry listened to Jasmine carefully.

"YN." Asher gave her the ring. It was simple gold band, it a rectangular diamond placed on top. Her brother did an amazing job picking it. She look at her man, holding her hand out for him to put his own in hers. He did.

"Is it going to fit?" Alec started. Harry was confused all along as every teased him, interrupting YN everytime she tried to slide the ring on his finger; he was unaware that it was common tradition.

"Doesn't look like it is going to fit." Gemma commented, she's in on this too.

"Don't listen to them." YN rolled her eyes and she slid the ring on his finger. He wasn't wearing any other of his rings just the one YN got him for his birthday, he never takes that off but it was other hand. Everyone cheered and clapped.

"Yay!" Gemma chirped.

"Now it's Harry's turn." Jasmine gave Harry the other ring.

Harry really liked the gold band. It was delicate, just like his girl. YN laughed at something Jasmine said and gasped at something her brother did. He recieved a punch straight to his chest.

"Gimme your hand, love." He requested.

"Mhmmmm!" Brielle's voice chirped from the other side of the phone call. Yes, she's still there on face time, she ain't missing her friend's engagement ceremony! "Love!"

"Oh shut up!" Harry scoffed sheepishly, his girl found it funny. At least it made her laugh. Without giving a chance to anyone else, he slide the second ring YN's hand.

No one cheered for him. Well, it was part of their teasing so everyone had a great laugh and finally cheered for him as well.

Asher excused YN to a side to talk, mean while Jasmine explained Harry they weren't being mean to him. That it is a part of the ceremony in case that made him upset. He'd just got sister and mum to his side, but they chose to be on YN's side with teasing him. He didn't mind, he'd be on her side too. Deadass! And about the rings too, so he felt a little less bad about it.

Asher on the other hand, hugged his little sister. "I can't believe you're all grown up now!" She just chuckled, emotional. "I know you think, I don't care about you like everyone else, YN, but I do. A lot. You're always going to be my baby. I just don't know how to show you that, but I'm trying. And you know, I'll try. I'm so happy for you!"

It wasn't like Asher was trying to be discreet talking to his sister, he doubts anyone would understand him conversing with his sister in language they grew up learning first.

"Why didn't Mumma and Papa come with you?" She asked, looking at her brother with teary sad puppy eyes, a crease between her brow never loosened.

"Just don't ruin your day because of them. You know how they can be some times. Well, most of the time. Just don't think about them, hmm?"

"Hmm." She nodded.

Harry didn't wanted to over hear the conversation (not that he could understand a word), it was evident YN's upset about her parents not being there. Doesn't matter how much she despised her parents, it wasn't a secret shr still expect that they come back around. She didn't even tried to make it a secret, sometimes. It broke his heart there.

"So, where does Mr. and soon-to-be Mrs. Styles want to go for dinner?" Asher asked, his arm draped on his sister's shoulder. She looked as if she was trying her best to hold his weight, but moved making him trip.

Harry was adoring their banter.

"Harry before you protest; this ceremony is usually held at bride's parents house and everything is arranged and managed by them." Asher explained, "but we aren't back in London, so we're going to modify this part for the sake of current settings."

"Yes, yes, yes!" YN smiled a cheeky grin. At the end of Asher insisting, YN and Harry picked a restaurant to go to.

They had a load of fun when back from dinner. Dancing on to the bollywood music, no booze was included which Alec found to be a bummer. They watched the movie YN had made him watch like ten times, and every single time she never hold back to fangirl over the actor.

Come on, it's ShahRukh Khan. He doesn't blame her either!

YN squealed in excitement seeing Harry walk back in the bedroom with bottles of water, she wrapped his arms around his middle.

"Careful, careful!" He laughed holding her close, but she pulled away reluctantly stepping up on the bed she started jumping up and down.

"We're engaged! We're engaged!" She made up her own little jingle. Harry joined her as well, singing along with her. Grabbing onto her hands he jumped along with with her, buthe tripped and fell straight on his ass.

"You alright?" YN tried to hold back her laughed but failed miserably earning a whine from him. He pulled yanked her down with him as well, she fell with an umph! leaving her mouth. Both of them ended up in fit of laughs until they could get their breathing back to steady.

"Hi," he cooed, tugging gently on her hand.

"Hi!" She beamed at him, kneeing her way to him on their bed. He grabbed her hand urging her to sit on his thighs astride, so she did. Who is she to deny to him anyway. "What?"

"Nothing, can't I admire my Fiancé now?" He smirked, a dimple denting deep in his cheek, "got a nice ring to it, innit?"

"It does actually!" She agreed.

"Yeah?" He cooed, "did you like the ring, baby? Took me very long to pick it, or would have proposed the day after we talked about getting married."

YN had glanced at the ring he proposed with a few times, but it was inevitable to take her eyes off him sitting right by his side the whole night. But she noticed it was gold too. A sweet and simple design with just a diamond placed in the plain frame of the ring. It definitely looked like an engagement ring, not too shabby or in-your-face. She could see herself wearing it everyday.

"I love it!"

"I had to keep in mind to get something which you might wanna wear regularly, you really don't have to, I know how uncomfortable they can get at one point, but hopefully won't get in between your work. And definitely not get stuck in any clothes." He went on about why he picked that particular design, "mum and Brielle really helped me alot with this. I can see this is just so you."

"You put so much thought into this!" She gasped, "this is really pretty, Haz thank you."

"Don't have to thank me, baby."

"Should I wear this on this hand, or this hand?" She asked, confused as to what to do with basically two engagement rings.

"Doesn't matter, darling, just piece of jewelry. Wear on whatever hand you want. I am just happy I get to make vows to you very soon and love you without having people talk shit about us." His fingers resting on her hips reached up to grab her wrist, moving their hands until he was able to lace his fingers through her. "You know for me, you're already my wife."

"Stop, you're making me blush!" She whined dropping her head to his shoulder, blood rushed into her cheeks marking a rosie hue on the highs on her cheeks which he got to see once he pulled her away softly.

"That's true!"

"I know, but, it, it really just mean so much to me, Harry." She started, "you know, I grew up where this is the most celebrated thing, like getting married and stuff. So, ehm, it does matter to me. Really. I don't know, I'm so happy you really respect and really made an effort to make this so special for me, for us even though you have different view on this than me."

YN's gotten quite comfortable with him to be vulnerable enough. All it took was to realise he doesn't judge her, but respects her so much so that there is literally no room for judgement. And most importantly, he's got patience to put with her and listen to every and every syllable which is processed in her brain to the tip of her tongue. She doesn't find it hard enough to open upto him and he's probably one of the only person she feels safe to talk to openly after her therapist.

"Of course, I had to make it special!" Harry couldn't stop beaming at her. "It makes me truly seeing you happy. Wouldn't want anything else but that, my love. Of course, I made an effort because I care for you and I love you."

"And I love you too!" She leaned down to get a kiss but he pulled back a beat. His plushy lips were just a hair away from hers, but he wouldn't let her close that gap too. The more she moved forward the more he moved back. Her gaze moved back and forth between his lips to his forest green eyes all dilated. Dopamine and Oxytocin clouded his brain seeing her so desperately wanting to kiss him. Carefully, he moved their joint hands down, until they're folded on her back and he had both her wrists fitting into his one hand, still pulling back ather every chance until his back was rested on the head board of their shared bed. That had her making a puppy face.

"Don't go around putting that face on," he teased her, "just want to admire my Fiancé for a while."

"Just lemme kiss you." Her pout grew tighter, "you haven't kissed me in so long."

"Yeah?" He taunted, "You wanted me to kiss you in front of your brother and his wife like you don't go preaching around how you don't like people seeing such an intimate exchange, that now inappropriate it is? Tsk tsk tsk!" The clicks of his tongue was doing more than taunting her there.

"Yes, but we're alone now, aren't we?" She smiled cheekily.

"Touché." He left her hands, "I'm just teasing baby, come here and kiss me." Smiling, she held his face in her hand delicately and placed her mouth on his. Then proceeding to press kisses on each of his dimples.

"I love you so much!" She exclaimed and hugged him close, arms snaked around his middle, head rested on his shoulder.

He chuckled, "I love you so much, too my darling. Already can't wait to spend the rest of my days with you!" He recieved a ticklish kiss on his neck making him giggle, "I'm sorry your parents didn't come. But I went last month to talk to your dad and ask for his blessings. He is a tough person to talk to, but you know..." He paused for a beat as she lifted her head back up to look at him in utter surprise, "you know, he gave us his blessings and me permission to marry you."

"You went to ask my dad?" Her voice was so low he almost couldn't hear it as her eyes teared up all over again.

"Mhmm, I did." He nodded, "honestly I did thought he'd show up, at least your mum. But Asher promised he'd show up. For you especially. I don't know when he planned all of that, but that was really sweet of him."

"I, I did too." She admitted, "but that's okay, I think they will come around. At least I hope they do. You know he's been like that since I moved away and refused to move back. But I really appreciate you really going upto his place and talk to him, I don't know when you did that. But I just... I just really love you Harry!"

"I know baby. Remember last month I said I was going out with my mum and came home after you were asleep, yeah, we went together." He shared.

"What? I thought you were getting drunk your ass off with your friends after you hung out with your mum!" She gasped making him laugh out loud. Because he's done that before, once. But that confession alone made her fall in love with him all over again. He really listens to her, how she talks about little things like these and remembers them. "You monkey, stop making me cry!"

"No, because you call me monkey. Cry!" He rolled his eyes, but reached up to wipe her cheeks with his thumbs. He pulled her down to kiss her.

Both of them stayed up all cuddled and just talked instead of their nightly love making.

Sharing many kisses.

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FRIENDS!? Chapter 11

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Series ML

Pairing: poly!ateez × f!reader (An ATEEZ Office AU)

Genre: Mature, Angst, Yandere

Warning: mention of memories and gaining back memories (nothing much just go with the flow), mention of knife, hostage and crying, fear.

W.C: 3.4k Network: @k-vanity

[Reblogs and Reviews are always appreciated. Thank you for reading and have a nice day ahead. Please always take care of yourself everyone.]

Hello, Can we be friends please?

>.<

You were looking around the room and playing with your fingers while humming a song you were listening to on repeat these past days. You glanced at the photo frame across from you --- a large portrait of yours hanging in the middle of the wall. They decorated the room according to your favorite color and everything you liked which they had known when Wooyoung took you to a place to know about your thoughts on the interior planning for your room someday.

Who knew it was going to be real for you?

The pastel shades and warm touches of the light color with the comforting mattress on which you were lying comfortably --- what else could one ever want more? A stable job, caring and loving friends who treat you like a family and a comforting place to stay --- maybe a home. The previous room was actually pretty nice and you loved it so much but the recent one can't be compared to it. The old one seems a casual one to this. This one is like heaven and as if you are really a princess.

What if it's a cage?

If someday you get locked inside and then the comfort would turn into your suffocating boredom. Why are you being paranoid again, y/n?

Or could it be because you're in danger?

It's natural. If you can't remember the missing parts then this is going to be a hard way to accept the good and happiness.

But one thing.

They are helping, caring for you. Being friends with you to stay close with you and living together. Could it mean something else? As if they do all these, maybe they're just trying to keep you close to them for something like losing you will make them lose something important to their work --- or like a plan.

You laid at the bed before closing your eyes to clear your mind off.

You are thinking too much. All negativities. Can't you appreciate them for being such gentlemen? You are their bestfriend --- even more than that. You love Yunho... What is he doing right now?

Your eyes slowly opened and you kept staring at the ceiling. It's good or bad, you can't do anything. You don't have memories of your past like others, you have mysteries which are yet to be discovered.

"I think, I should sleep and then it'll be alright." You mumbled and brought your legs closer and hugged them to stare at the wall sideways. Turning off the light, you sighed and closed your eyes.

You are at a safe place --- a comforting one. You have everything and certainly, you don't want to run away from all these....again. right?

You can't fall asleep. Ugh!

A thud sound of the door jolted your eyes shot open, a large figure of a man entered but you couldn't see the face when he still didn't turn on the lights. The room was dark and you gulped in fear as to who entered the room like a creep. It should be one of the boys. For anyone else, it can't be possible to be here.

"Who are you?" you scooted back towards the cushioned headboard. You quickly moved to the other side when he sat at the bed and reached out to turn on the night lamp.

"How are you?" the soft voice made you sigh in relief. It's him and you are just scared for no reason. You shifted your butt to sit near to him and he patted your head affectionately. A sweet smile appears on his face and reflects on yours too.

"Why are you here? Can't sleep?" you held his hand when he placed his palm on your thigh and nodded."I can't sleep...but I want to." You whispered and played with his fingers.

"Do you want me to stay with you until you fall asleep?" he suddenly asked. You quickly looked at him, eyes shining with hope but yet a flick of nervousness was there. You licked your lips before slowly nodding at him. "lie down for me."

You quickly followed his soft order. Your head again hit the pillow and now you were eagerly watching how he looked around the room before getting closer to you and laid down, resting his elbow to balance his body side facing you. He did notice the little hesitance in you and he pulled you a bit closer to him to rest his palm over your eyes.

"why can't you sleep, pearl?"

Pearl...you love this name.

You didn't answer but getting lost with the feeling of his warm hands on your cold face inside the room. The air conditioner was a bit at a low temperature. You heard a clicking sound. And he placed something on the nightstand.

"Why are you keeping the temperature so low? You are cold and this might make you fall sick." He lightly scolded you and again patted your head but this time you were not closing your eyes, you stared back at him with lots of questions inside your mind.

"Why are you doing this, Yunho?"

His actions halted. Your words seem to affect him in a way but you don't know how.

"Try to sleep, y/n."

You grabbed his wrist when he tried to make your eyes shut and you shook your head. He noticed that you wanted him to reply and until then you were not going to sleep. "what?"

"Just answer me...and then I will sleep."

He bit his lip, brushing your hairs away from the face, caressing your cheek. He managed to look good in his jet black hair. Recently, they all have dyed their hair black than before when they had different shades of color. Even though it was weird to you, they looked good.

Just when you were about to say something again, he spoke up, "I want to do this....for you. For us." His fingers tracing down to your jaw, your lips and he was staring at them. You licked your lips, thinking about the possibility but his words bloomed lightly again. "there's something I want to compensate for."

"what?" you asked quickly. You didn't want to cut the flow. You want to hear from him. you want every detail of your past from him. even if you remember some things --- to say a lot. Then why can't you still remember certain parts?

He sighed, the way he was staring at you as if it's sensitive for him. He looked away and then back to you, " y/n, please don't push me away...please."

"I can't, Yunho." You gave him a little smile. "But you have to tell me everything, okay?"

He nodded, "I will. I will someday but you have to listen to me till the end." He leaned closer to you, his breath fanning over your face when he placed a kiss on your temple, his lips mumbled, "I know you won't forgive me."

You cupped his cheek when he pulled apart a bit to look at you. His face was near to you, so near that he could remember those days spent with you, those nights with you when you were innocent yet promising the love forever and the next moment the anger and fear visible on your innocent face.

He did wrong...a lot.

"Let's rewind the time."

He shook his head, "no. Let's start again."

With that he kissed your lips, hovering on top of you, caging you in his arms and pressing himself on you. Lips moving smoothly with yours and his hands roaming along your body. His every tingling touch and the swift movements of the lips were like a need at the moment. Both of your minds could imagine the past moments between you two but he could see the extension to those but your imagines ended with a void. Something must have happened after that.

His face fell into your crook of the neck and nuzzled his face, leaving kisses all the way, repeating the same actions to the other side. Your breath hitched when he bit your sensitive skin. grabbing his hair tight in your fist, you whimpered, "Yunho...please."

He pulled apart, placing a soft kiss on your lips, "go to sleep, y/n. not now."

"but I still have a lot on my mind."

He nodded, "I know." He laid down beside you, flicking the switch by his side. The curtains moving aside the wide glass window, slowly revealing the night view up from the 16th floor. It was as if everything was shining under the dark blanket of night. It was still in chaos when you were at peace inside the room.

It was beautiful just like your life --- chaotic yet peaceful.

His sudden pull to your hand made you fall on his chest. He chuckled at your shocked expression, guiding you slowly and softly to lay on his chest. His white t-shirt was comfortable to snuggle into, you rested your head to his chest and stared at the city view with him.

You were captivated by the view and he was captivated by you. His hands softly rubbing your back and patting slowly, lulling you to sleep. You smiled and hugged his body.

"y/n.."

You hummed in response while closing your eyes.

"y/n, promise me...if you feel scared or want to run away. Then you will come to me."

You nodded, "I will. I promise you."

"you are not going to leave me again..."

"I won't."

"sleep well."

You were quiet, your even breaths and soft sound leaving your mouth was enough for him to know.

You were asleep.

Just like that day, when you first slept in his embrace after crying for hours...because of them...because of him. He kept stroking your hairs before falling asleep with you in his arms.

"I'm sorry, y/n."

The time with him felt like a sudden pause from the chaos inside your mind. As if you could feel a different world with him. how does he wish it to be real? To be with you somewhere else where the past can't haunt you again.

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"please...don't do this. What have I done to you?"

You sobbed uncontrollably. There was no emotion visible in the front boy. His eyes were cold and actions were harsh. He pushed you inside the room, locking the door behind him. you caressed your wrists, the ropes tied tight earlier made your skin irritated and there was no one to comfort you.

"please..."

"Shut up!"

You flinched at his voice. It was heavy. You have heard this voice several times. You know him. you have talked with him, laughed with him and cried to him, begged him to stop what he was doing. The same situation like the past days is repeating again.

"Please let me go. I want to go home."

The boy chuckled and crouched down in front of you, his face hidden in the darkness of the room. You scooted back, afraid to get a touch from him. His touches are not comforting, they are torturing. He didn't like your actions and harshly pulled you by your ankles, earning a loud cry from you. He took out a knife from his pocket and held it in front of your eyes.

"please...No...it hurts."

He smiled, "it would have not if you have listened to us." Tracing your knees and sliding down the tip of the object and stopping at your tied ankle. You let out a shaky breath, "please stop." The tip was dangerously sharp and could cut your skin in a single move but it didn't. it was at a halt.

"You should not have tried to run away."

You shook your head, tears staining your face, "I don't want to stay here."

"Where do you want to go? Your home? But there's no one. Where is your home? Orphanage or that place from where you are sold to us? Tell me." you stayed quiet and he chuckled. "you can't because neither of those is your home. This place is your home and we are here to keep you safe."

"I am not safe here." He raised a brow at your bold reply.

Titling his head to the side, he looked at you directly, "and why? We are not going to kill you."

"it's better to be dead than staying with you."

He grabbed your jaw harshly and pushed you back against the wall, you winced at the sudden effect, "what have I said before? don't talk back unless you really want to die. I am just keeping you alive because of him." he chuckled, shaking his head, "oh wait...my pretty one has more than him. for them, I am keeping you alive for them or I would have killed you long back."

"Then kill me...please."

"they won't like this and......me too." His gaze flickered to your quivering lips and then back to your eyes. "don't make it hard for me."

In a swift move, he cut the ropes of your ankle and left you alone in the corner. Your scared eyes followed him till his steps stopped at the doorstep, his voice echoed and his back was facing you, "go freshen up. I will tell them to send you food."

"I don't need it." You whispered.

He craned his neck slowly, staring at your scared form in the end of the room, "y/n...get up."

San...

Was it him?

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"wake up." A raspy voice called, causing you to slowly flutter your eyes open. The man in front of you made your eyes go wide. Why is he here? What was that dream? That nightmare? Is it real? His eyes were dark and his voice was stern. Same like that boy in the dream. "you are sleeping for so long. It's already afternoon."

You were about to answer when he suddenly turned around and went towards the table to flick the switch to remove the curtains, the lights slipping inside your room slowly. A warmth of afternoon light surrounded you. A hand extended in front of you. You closed your eyes and gulped.

What was he trying to do in the dream?

Is it just a nightmare?

"why are you closing your eyes?" your eyes opened slowly, getting up quietly and leaning back against the headboard and bringing the comforter close to your body. He again extended his hand and now you noticed a tiny box. "You are having a fever. Take this and then come to the eighth floor."

You said nothing, taking the box from him and nodding slowly.

He walked towards the door and before exiting he spoke up, "and make it quick."

Can he please get out?

The door shut and you sighed in relief. This is not good. The voice, the eyes and his smile. All are exactly the same. It can't be possible. This is your first time getting a nightmare and seeing someone so clearly --- not enough but at least you could distinguish the voice and the physique.

Are you not safe with your friends?

After taking a bath, you got changed into formal attire for the office. You smiled at the mirror and fixed yourself in the mirror. You are provided with everything then why are you feeling as if there should be something wrong.

You stepped out of the room only to be greeted by Yeosang standing there and rubbing his eyes. He caught your lingering gaze on him and quickly smiled, stepping towards you and holding your hand.

"You were waiting for me?"

He nodded, guiding you to the elevator, "I was free so when I found that you were awake I thought to escort you to our cabin."

"Oh I slept too long. I'm sorry."

He shook his head before pressing the button, "it's okay. Seonghwa went to your room last night because you forgot your phone at his cabin after the late-night paperwork and then he found out that you were talking and crying in your sleep. He waited until you fell back to sleep."

"oh...okay."

He was in your room last night then he must have heard you crying because of your nightmares.

Getting inside the elevator, he patted your head, "have you taken the medicine San brought to you?"

You nodded.

You could feel his stares on you, you turned your head to his side, "do you want to say something?"

"Did you have nightmares yesterday?"

You remained quiet.

"Seonghwa said when he checked your fever, you were scared in your sleep. Do you have those nightmares often? What do you see?" His voice was soft but curious.

You turned your head and looked straight towards the door. He shouldn't know about anything. Nobody should know about the nightmares. It's only for you to remember the past. You whispered audible to him, "it's nothing."

He spoke nothing more than that. He didn't know what to ask you more.

The more he would say, the more complicated the situation was going to be.

.

.

.

"you better be serious right now, Joong. She is remembering the past. More specifically she is remembering us. The old us. And you are okay with everything?"

Hongjoong abruptly stood from his chair and glared at the man across from the table, "I know what I'm doing, Hwa. Everything is fine. You are worrying for no reason."

The said man scoffed, brushing back his hair in disbelief, "fine? Nothing is fine. Why are we letting her remember all those? And now you are allowing her to go on a trip alone with Star? What if something goes wrong?"

Hongjoong hissed in annoyance and glared back, "please shut up. I have plans for everything. Nothing is going to be wrong. She will be with us till the end. I can't let anyone destroy anything which I have worked for years."

Seonghwa stared at him and licked his lips, "what plans are you talking about?"

"Have you seen her bonding with Jongho and Mingi? Wooyoung?" Hongjoong chuckled, remembering the past incidents and continued, "Yunho?...the things are repeating again like Deja-vu. We can't stop things from happening. Even if we want to change it, it's gonna happen how it should be."

"What do you mean?"

Hongjoong leaned against the desk, "we are going on this trip with her but without letting her know about it. We are going to follow her."

"I don't think it's good. It's better not to allow her."

"Hwa, even if we claim ourselves that we are good and we have changed. Remember we haven't and we can't. the past is repeating again and we should do something real soon."

San stepped towards them, a box in his hand, "who is going to give her this?"

"Of course, you. Yeosang is going to talk with Mr. Kim down the hall so after that it's only possible and she needs to wake up by now. It's already late enough."

San scoffed at Hongjoong, "you think it's good? She will freak out seeing me the first person after she wakes up."

"Then do it nicely."

.

.

.

The elevator stopped at 10th floor, when Wooyoung got inside, he greeted you with a warm hug, "sleepyhead is awake." He noticed your silence, "are you okay?"

You nodded and smiled, "it's just I had some weird dreams and fever so I am still recovering. Don't worry."

He hugged you, exchanging a quick look with Yeosang on your other side. Relaxing in his arms, you broke the silence between you three, "are you all free right now?"

"why? Do you want to do anything or go somewhere?"

You shrugged and quickly remembered something.

"What about we go on a trip someday? We can relive our childhood once again. Going back to the old school and roaming the neighborhood. How cool it will be!"

Wooyoung's grip around you tightened and a hesitant smile appeared on his face. Yeosang coughed and excused himself when you looked between them expectantly.

The younger one combed your hairs with his fingers before smiling, "we need to talk about it with Hongjoong and Seonghwa."

"Why them?" a frown appeared on your face, "if they don't want to go. We can leave them and we six can go all together."

Yeosang's curiosity piqued, "six? Who are they?"

"three of us, and then Yunho, Jongho and Mingi."

Yeosang glanced at Wooyoung and back to you, "and rest?"

The desired floor arrived. Three of you exit the elevator, with Wooyoung leading the way and Yeosang continuing the conversation from earlier.

"I don't know about them. They don't like me."

He shook his head, "No. y/n, it's not like that. They have responsibilities for everything happening around them so they just behave a bit off key sometimes otherwise it's okay." pulling your hand before entering the cabin where others were waiting for them.

"I don't know."

You don't know a lot of things and you need to know more about them.

Are they really hiding something"

But, what? And, moreover, why?

NEXT

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Okay, screw it. I might as well reveal my DreamSMP animated pilot that I've been working on.

Everything is scripted and storyboarded, so I'm just using this as a personal project to keep myself busy. Who knows, maybe it'll see the light of day someday.

[moodyseal]

FAV APOLLO / PJO SHIPS GO 💞

OOOO difficult ask! I'm not usually someone who focuses on ships that much so I don't have many favourites (despite giving the opposite, much more intense impression) but there are some that make me particularly. How should I put this. Unwell

1. Apollo/Hyacinthus! I know that it's usually considered a boring ship because we were effectively shown 1% of what Hyacinthus' real personality might've been (Apollo spends more time thinking about his death than about his life doesn't he), but I'm hopeless over these two. I don't know what it is that's doing this to me

Maybe it's Hyacinthus potentially being much less perfect than what the myths present him as (as in stubborn and flawed, not homicidal and deranged and whatnot. Let's leave that to Commodus). Maybe it's Apollo's constant waiting and mourning over someone who will never really return. Maybe it's the love persevering despite it all. Maybe it's the mystery behind this man being so extraordinary that not only Apollo never forgot about him (to the point of still being reactive over any mention of him, as if the grief were still fresh) but also wished to be turned mortal just so he could die and be with him

Like dude who ARE YOU what's the deal with you how did you and this god tie your souls together so tightly that he's not known true happiness ever since you died

2. Apollo/Commodus. I have no good excuse or elaborate analysis for this one I just love drama and watching things burn to the ground. A flawed man who sees the good in everyone he lays his eyes upon VS a flawed man who hasn't got anything good inside him anymore. The desperate attempt to save someone who cannot be saved. Poetic cinema

(I do like to explore scenarios where these two reconcile though, because I do still believe that there's just the tiniest chance that Commodus might've been redeemed) (🤡)

3. Apollo/Naomi, the only (modern) rrverse relationship of his that we know anything about LMAO

I've been drawn to this ship mostly through fanfics but I do enjoy even what little content we have about them in canon. Between the song Naomi composed and Apollo's digressions about her in TOA they seem to still really care about each other, plus I'm quite convinced that he still watches over her because idk about you but the crowds cheering EXACTLY when the song about him comes on is a pretty obvious sign of a blessing to me

I'm actually still writing a fic about them!! Hopefully it'll see the light of day someday but anyway if I'm willingly writing something about a ship you just know that I'm not normal about it in any way shape or form

[astra-ella]

𝐙𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

fandom: haikyuu ship: nishinoya yuu x oc/reader status: complete ao3 link

"I think you're really pretty. Will you go out with me?" That was the first thing he's ever said to her. And needless to say, Amari Chiyo was not impressed. So as promised, Nishinoya Yuu will get to know her better and confess again. And again. And again. And again. It'll take 6 years and 9 confessions, but he'll get there. Eventually.

⌦ content: fluff, light angst, love at first sight, friends to lover, slice of life, haikyuu manga spoilers

⌦ note: stay tuned, because there are two extra stories after this one. an epilogue and a side story!

story masterlist | previous chapter | a side story (coming soon)

The final confession was on the last day of school — under the cherry blossoms after their graduation ceremony.

Chiyo was on her way home, carrying both her school bag and black certificate tube when a soft breeze blew by. She stopped in her tracks, holding her hair back to prevent it from being whisked up alongside the rain of pink petals. Her gaze followed a few flew toward the sun.

The ceremony went by relatively quickly. They walked the stage, sang the school anthem, then the student council president gave a farewell speech as a representative of the graduating students.

When Chiyo went on stage to receive her diploma, she was surprised to see her father sitting at the back of the gym, amongst the sea of parents with the proudest grin she’s ever seen. He had taken the morning off to be present at this major milestone in his daughter’s life. But alas, money didn’t make itself and the Amari family still needed to eat. So after a few heartfelt words, taking a couple of photos and giving her the tightest hug humanly possible, Chiyo’s father was back in the car on his way to work. 

Being a graduate meant she also had a half-day of school. So after seeing her father off, Chiyo spent some time with her friends and classmates. They took pictures with the teachers, signed each other’s yearbooks and spent their last hour or so reminiscing on the past three years they’d spent together. In which Chiyo spent most of her time wiping away her friends’ snot and tears with tissues.

Once the midday mark hit, her classmates said their final goodbyes. Everyone made promises that this wouldn’t be the last time they got together. She then went to go find Nishinoya, catching a glimpse of him and the other graduates in the volleyball gym, giving a few last words of encouragement and advice to their underclassman.

She hesitated at first, but in the end, decided to head home on her own. He was going to come over for dinner anyways and he deserved time to say a proper goodbye to the volleyball team he loved so much.

Chiyo squinted a little, holding a hand against her eyes to block out the glaring sunlight. She thought of her classmates and friends – people she’s grown accustomed to seeing every day. Soon, that routine will change and those people will melt into a distant memory. Maybe they’ll be dug up once or two per year to gather and reminisce over drinks and dinner. But otherwise, they will remain just that — a memory. A memory that’ll contribute to shaping who she’ll become in the future.

She then thought of Nishinoya. Unlike most of her classmates and friends, she’s known him for far longer. Sure, he will probably still drop by for dinner every now and then. But without the excuse of school and tutoring sessions, they probably wouldn’t be able to see each other as often as they used to. Someday, would Nishinoya become nothing but a distant memory as well? 

A pain began to swell within her chest.

Chiyo took a deep breath. She was about to shake off those nagging thoughts and continue on her way when a familiar voice suddenly called out to her from behind.

“Hey!”

Chiyo spun around, to see Nishinoya sprinting towards her at full speed with his messenger bag and certificate tube. He stopped in front of her, hunching over with his hands on his knees.

“Yuu?” Her eyes were wide.

“You… You just ran off!” Nishinoya panted, wiping some sweat from his chin. “I thought we were going to your place.”

“For dinner, tonight.” Chiyo raised an eyebrow. “It’s only midday. You can go home, you know.”

“But there’s nothing to do at home,” Nishinoya pouted as he stood up straight, readjusting his messenger bag over his shoulder. “We also don’t have any food. Well, we don’t have any instant noodles but you get the point.”

“My house isn’t a restaurant, Yuu.”

“See, you always say that but you end up feeding me anyways,” Nishinoya grinned cheekily.

“Fine,” heaving a sigh, she turned on her heel and began to walk. “What do you want?”

“Yaki udon!” Nishinoya cheered, following after her with a fist pump.

“Alright, alright,” Chiyo chuckled at his enthusiasm. “Can you pick Hotaru and Kaito up from school then? I wanna clean the house  before dinner.”

“Yeah, of course,” he nodded. “What are we having by the way?”

“Sushi. Dad said he’ll get some on the way home.”

“Oh, is Amari-san coming home early tonight?”

“Yeah,” a small smile grew on her face. “He was at the ceremony too.”

“Oh, I saw! He said hi to me as we were heading back to our classrooms,” he then stretched his arms upwards with a satisfied sigh. “Man, Eguchi-san’s speech was great.”

Chiyo's face fell.

“Especially that part about how life is like a song, except it’s all jumbled up. And graduating is getting the melody straight so we can spend the rest of our lives figuring out the lyrics. It’s such a great, erm…” He snapped his fingers. “What’s the word for that again?”

“Metaphor.”

“Yeah, that!” Nishinoya nodded. “Anyways, it was great! Super inspirational. But I guess that’s the student council prez for you.”

Chiyo’s eyes flickered to the ground. She stayed silent for a moment longer before finally asking, “So, what are your plans now?”

“I told you already, didn’t I?” Nishinoya raised an eyebrow. “I’m gonna keep working at gramps’ bike shop for a while to save up money.”

“I mean your travel plans, dummy.”

“Oh, that!” He laughed. “Right, I haven’t told you where I’ve decided yet. My first destination will be…” He rolled his tongue for a bit to imitate the sound of a drumroll. “... Peru!”

Chiyo dropped her school bag.

“South America?” She stopped and stared at him. “That’s… pretty far.”

“Well, I figured I might as well strike big on my first step, you know?” Nishinoya stopped a little ahead of her, glancing back with a huge grin. “Go big or go home!”

There was a brief pause.

“...Sounds exciting,” when Chiyo finally spoke, her voice was quiet yet honest. “It’s very… you.”

“Thanks!” Nishinoya then turned his attention toward the blue skies above and let out a deep sigh. “This is it then, huh? Like Eguchi-san said in her speech, it feels like the end of an era.”

Chiyo’s lips parted.

There it was again - that pain in her chest. That nagging fear that one day, Nishinoya would grow out of her reach, like the fleeting pink petals caught in a breeze. Her hands clammed up around the plastic certificate tube.

“I like you.”

The words came out before she even had the time to process them and Nishinoya’s eyes went wide.

“What?” His words were barely audible as he turned to face her fully.

“I said I like you.”

“Chiyo-”

“I know,” before he even had the chance to respond, Chiyo cut him off and covered her face. “I know this is selfish of me. And I know it’s unfair 'cause you’ve asked me out so, so many times but I just…” She could feel her nose sore. “I don’t know…. I just… I didn’t think I deserved all that time and energy you wasted on me all these years.”

“And I also knew you wanted to travel the world and that just… it just wasn’t in my plans for the future,” she crouched down, trying to hold back the tears that stung at the rim of her eyes. “I was supposed to stay in Japan for the rest of my life. Get into some big corporate company and slave away until I die. So we would’ve been long distance. Like super long distance… I just… I can’t handle that. But now things are different and I…” she choked. “I can’t imagine a future without you.”

The cherry blossoms rustled as Chiyo pressed the base of her palms into her eyes to stop the tears from leaking out.

“It’s okay if you don’t like anymore,” she whispered. “It’s okay if you’ve moved on. I just want you to stay in my life, even if it’s-”

But before she could finish that sentence, a pair of arms were thrown around her neck, toppling her over as she gasped in surprise. Chiyo tensed at first, only to relax when she realized what was happening.

“Yuu?”

“Say it again,” he murmured into the crook of her neck.

“Huh?”

“Say it again please.”

Chiyo blinked as a tear rolled down her cheek. Did he not hear her?

“I-It’s okay if you don’t like me anymore-”

“No, not that part,” Nishinoya shook his head, pulling back to stare her dead in the eye. “That part’s irrelevant. Never gonna happen. I mean how you feel about me. I wanna hear it again.”

A surge of heat rose to her face as Chiyo realized what he was implying. She dropped her head.

“I… like you,” after a moment of trying to calm her rampant emotions, she finally managed to squeeze those words out as she met his gaze once more.

“I like how outgoing you are…” She continued to speak as Nishinoya pressed his palms to her cheeks. “I like how kind and funny you are. I like how you can cheer anyone up, just by being yourself. I like how you always do your best to help other people. I like how you can always push forward with a smile,” her eyes crinkled. “I really really like you, Yuu-”

Through her rambling, she failed to notice Nishinoya slowly leaning in with every word. But once she finally did, his lips had already crashed against hers like a gentle wave. Chiyo’s eyes grew wide with surprise as warmth blossomed in her chest.

Nishinoya smelled faintly of sweat and oxidized metal. And combined with the smell of sulfur from his shampoo, it was almost dizzying. His lips were wet and a little stiff, but before Chiyo could fully process what was happening, she let her eyes fall shut and kissed him back.

After what felt like an eternity, Nishinoya slowly pulled away. “That’s good,” his voice was barely a whisper. “Cause I really really like you too.”

At his gentle words, Chiyo’s heart swelled. Her nose was all stuffed up and she could barely breathe, but this was the most exhilarated she’s felt for as long as she could remember. Her blue eyes started to water once more as she pursed her lips.

“Hey, hey,” Nishinoya’s face flooded with panic once he noticed the tears brimming the corner of Chiyo’s eyes. He jumped back, letting go of her and holding his hands in the air as if he’s done something wrong. “Oh god, I’m sorry. Please don’t cry. I don’t know what came over me, you just looked so cute so I wanted to kiss you and-”

“No, you idiot,” Chiyo laughed a little between hiccups, rubbing the moisture away with the sleeve of her uniform blazer. “These are happy tears.”

“Really?” Nishinoya blinked, relaxing a little once she nodded. “Alright. Cause I was gonna ask if I can kiss you again.”

Chiyo glanced at him. For a moment, her gaze wandered from left to right, as if she were afraid to be spotted by someone on this secluded street. But she then bit her bottom lip and turned to face him straight on. She rested a hand against his cheek and guided his lips towards hers for another kiss.

This time, it was soft and chaste. Perhaps Nishinoya had already gotten used to the sensation and adapted accordingly. There were no sparks flying or booming fireworks like in the movies or mangas, just a simple spring breeze that weaved through her hair. But to Chiyo, it was more than enough. It was simple, sweet and intimate.

It was all she could’ve asked for. 

When they separated, Nishinoya leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers. And to her surprise, his cheeks were dusted a light pink like the cherry blossoms swaying overhead.

“So what’s the plan?” He placed his hands over hers on the concrete roads. “Did you wanna come with me?”

Chiyo nodded. “I’m thinking I wanna become a food journalist,” she said, studying the faint twinkle in his brown eyes. “I want to travel and write about all the different kinds of delicious food the world has to offer,” she paused for a bit. “Then someday, when I’m older, I want to settle down somewhere. Maybe in Japan, maybe somewhere far, far away.”

She hesitated a bit but Nishinoya squeezed her hand as if encouraging her to continue.

“And I wanna try maybe opening a… restaurant.”

Nishinoya’s entire face brightened.

“That sounds like a great plan,” his response was as swift and sincere as ever. “It’s very you.”

“Thanks,” Chiyo chuckled but her face quickly fell as a looming sense of anxiety took over. “Do you… think it’s possible?” She asked nervously and Nishinoya shrugged.

“Who knows,” he hummed, slowly standing up and dusting off the dirt and flower petals that stuck to his pants. After making sure they were clean, he then extended a hand down towards her with a smile that rivaled the shimmering sun.

“But we can find out. Together.”

Chiyo’s eyes widened.

Growing up, Amari Chiyo always thought she had to have the answers to everything. It was drilled into her head as a child and enforced upon her by herself as a teen. She was the eldest daughter. It was her responsibility to lead by example and live a well-planned and stable life.

But when Nishinoya walked into her life, it felt like a hurricane tearing through a perfectly organized stack of papers.

And for the first time, she began to look forward. She began to have hopes and dreams of a future. Not a future for others, nor to set an example, but a future for her and her only.

And while it was still scary to not live by a perfectly planned script. For the first time, she was okay with that. 

Placing her hand in his, Chiyo smiled as he pulled her up to her feet.

“Yeah,” she grinned. “That sounds great!”

She was grateful to Nishinoya. For calling out to her after school, for helping her find Hotaru on that rainy afternoon, for getting to know her so wholly and sincerely, and for encouraging her to follow her own path.

She wondered how she could make him happy. Someone who was so aware, yet oblivious at the same time. Perhaps a simple hug and kiss would do, or perhaps she could try and gift him the mountains and oceans they would one day travel together.

“Come on,” still holding her hand, Nishinoya pointed in the direction of her house. “Let’s go home!”

But for now, she knew a large bowl of her homemade yaki udon would do just fine.

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[alexiela73]

Hello there! Can I have Romantic hc McCree, Hanzo, Genji; Platonic Ana, Reinhardt w/ young fem!reader (around 20 y.o), who can be very friendly, funny to the others, seems very confident and says wise things, like some old man ;D, but in fact she feels very lonely and insecure about herself, and she is afraid that she is being imposed on, or that she will be abandoned in one moment.

Pardon my English and for such a big request 😅 But I hope it'll catch your eye and you'll write the answer.

Best wishes and keep safe! 🖤🖤

Hello! I'm sorry but I only do 3 characters max! I hope I don't disappoint too much! Because of how long it got I had to do only 2 though

McCree:

As long as you could remember, you've always had to be strong for the world- show that you were unafraid and able to press forward

When you and Jesse first met, he thought you had the biggest balls of anyone he'd ever seen-even for a lil' lady

The way you could make a room light up, or lead people through some of the toughest moments was something he always admired

He wanted to be the person you could lean on too, if you ever needed

Jesse didn't realize though just how tough your cover was...nor the worry and sadness you felt just beneath that shield of yours

Not until Jesse found your diary

Of course, if he'd known it was a diary, he'd never have touched it. But it was a diary disguised as a regular book. You'd left it on your bed and he'd thought it was maybe a romance novel or some thriller

When he'd opened it and realized what he was reading, he almost put it back...till his eyes caught a few words. Drawn to them, he felt his heart clench.

‘Jesse looks so happy with his friends tonight. I smile, but I feel like an outsider. Do they like me? Do they know I’m not good enough for him? I’m scared for when he realizes it too...’

Jesse had felt his heart clench in his chest, sitting on the edge of your bed. He knew it was wrong, but he read more- there were good things, but so many pages...had similar thoughts. Thoughts that he’d leave you someday. How long had you felt like this, he thought sadly.

“Hey Jesse, you ready to go to...” you had frozen in the doorway when you saw him sitting on your bed, the book in hand. 

Slowly, Jesse closed the book and placed it on your pillow. Swallowing, he stood. “Darlin’....” Jesse said, his a soft croon. When he reached for you, you stepped back, arms wrapping around yourself.

This was the first time Jesse had ever seen you withdraw, or tears fill your eyes. “I...I didn’t mean for you to see. Its...its stupid, right? I...Just...”

“Y/n,” Jesse said, gently but firmly grabbing your arms, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. “Baby, look at me...what you wrote, if you really think that..you’re wrong. I love you, lil’ lady. We belong together.”

A sob seemed to catch in your throat. “What...if we aren’t? What if I’m holding you back-” you said, and Jesse silenced you by crushing you into a bear hug, a hand cradling your head now.

Just that was enough for the dam to break. How 

“Don’t ever say that, darlin’. You’re the reason I’m standin’ here today,” he whispered, kissing the side of your head. “I love you. I love you,” he whispered, as you cried into his chest. “I love you, baby girl. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

Hanzo:

It was difficult to fool Hanzo, in many ways

While he wasn’t always adept with emotion, he knew what it was like to hide ugly feelings below the surface

You were strong, beautiful- just your smile was enough to make Hanzo lose his breath

There were moments though when he’d catch you watching him...looking between him and yourself

When Hanzo would catch you in the mirror staring at yourself...and there was misery

It wounded him in a way he couldn’t describe to see the way you judged yourself, or how you seemed unable to

One day, Hanzo took you to a grand garden in the middle of the Japan. It was popular, but being Hanzo he felt it was best and easiest just to rent out the area for the day so that the two of you need not run into...people

It had all kinds of exotic flowers, though his favorite area in the garden was a massive sacred tree, winding its way up and its leaves blowing in the wind

The two of you took a lunch break beneath it, Hanzo starting to unpack the carefully prepared food he’d made this morning

“Y/n,” he had said as he was placing out the bento boxes, glancing at where you were pouring drinks

Looking up, you had tucked your hair behind your ear. “Yes? Is everything okay?” you had said, and the way your eyes crinkled a little when you smiled made him soften.

“I have a gift for you,” he said, reaching into his bag. “I was hoping you’d open it,” he said, before handing you a box.

“A gift? Its not my birthday or anything,” you said, looking surprised but settling it in your lap. When you opened it, there was a very large, harshly shaped but somewhat circular rock in your hand, and inside was a small hammer. “...Hanzo, what am I looking at?”

Scooching up beside you, Hanzo had carefully pulled you into his lap, his chin resting on your shoulder, as he took the rock and the hammer.

“I may be mistaken, but I’ve noticed lately the way you look at yourself, or at your clothes or your hair. I worry about you,” he says. “This...is you, in my eyes.”

You stared at the rock, not quite understanding. “I’m....the rock,” you said.

“Yes, in a sense,” he agreed, starting to gently hammer at it.

“...In like, an ugly sense? Is it because of how plain it is?” you asked jokingly, but Hanzo frowned.

“No...I worry that you see yourself like this rock. You see jagged edges and the harsh lines, and feel that if I dropped it into this garden, it would blend right. That’s untrue,” he said, seeing the crack forming. Now using the back of the hammer, he managed to crack it in half. 

“You may see the outside when you look at yourself, and think that you are ordinary...but when I look at you, I see this,” he said, opening it to show you beautiful purple amethyst. “I see something...extraordinary. I see a woman so exquisite, so...so wonderful,” he whispered in your ear, “That I can’t help but be so thankful. Thankful that you are mine, and me yours.”

You stared at the beautiful geode...and wondered when he had started to notice. How Hanzo, who was both perceptive and yet sometimes emotionally oblivious, had noticed how you’d been feeling lately... Were you that obvious?

“I...I’m sorry. If I’ve seemed down-” you started, but Hanzo silenced you with the softest brush of his lips over yours.

“I want no apologies, my love. I cannot change how you feel, but I wish for you to talk to me about it. Allow me to comfort you, and remind you that you are more then enough for me,” he says softly. “Can you please do that?”

How had this man become yours, you wondered. 

Leaning your head against his, you sighed softly. “Yes...yes, I’ll try to be more open about it. I love you,” you said softly.

“I love you,” he said softly. 

[welcometololaland]

Fic Rec Friday Round Up - Part 2

Thanks to everyone who participated! I have a list below of the fics that people either tagged me in or tagged #fic rec friday. If I've missed anyone (or tagged anything incorrectly), please let me know.

This week's theme: a fic that made you cry / feel all the feelings.

Please read at your own discretion - heed tags and ratings on each individual fic (particularly this week as I see some fics have archive warnings that apply). Keep yourself safe friends!

Red White and Royal Blue

A Picture on Your Corkboard by bleedingballroomfloor

all the glitters (is not gold) by @indomitable-love

Faster, Higher, Stronger by @everwitch-magiks

God Save the Blessed American President Mom by zipadeea

Someday Soon I’ll See You (But Now You’re Out Of Sight) by MaryaDmitrievnaLikesSundays

Such a Burden, This Flame on My Chest by @three-drink-amy

The Cost of Anything by @clottedcreamfudge

Together Forever by RevJohnO

What? like it's hard? by @rmd-writes

you turned a moment (into forever) by viciouslyqueer

you’re leaving (now i’m left amongst the living) by @peppermint-patties

Schitt's Creek

amnesty by oh_la_fraise

An Early Winter by littlebebecrows

Don't Whump With My Heart by @delilah-mcmuffin

five days, one year, a lifetime (series) by FaithNoMoar

Five ways it could have ended (and one way it still could) by @yourbuttervoicedbeau

Gods of the Soil by @madlori

He Shines by @smallumbrella369

I Can't Make You Love Me by Squigmistress

I Love You, But I'm Not Somebody Who Takes Shots by ahurston

let your heart be light (series) by @blueink3 including happy golden days of yore by @blueink3 as podficced by @celeritas2997

Marcy's Innocent Questions by Characterassassination

polaris by @strangeluvz

Some things I still can't tell you by @demora00

tangle and stretch by @stereopticons

Time until the end of time by @yourbuttervoicedbeau and @ships-to-sail

What Feels Right by MirandaPanda

Where the Real Road Lies by @unfolded73

You Can Fall by @wordthieve

Stargate Atlantis

freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose by synecdochic

Stranger Things

(My) Back to the Shoreline by tsaheylu

leave the children behind by greatunironic

Teen Wolf

Play it Again by metisket

The Man From U.N.C.L.E

Forever is the sweetest con by @heytheredeann

The Be and End All by Ingu

The Old Guard

In another life maybe you and i will be walking down the aisle in white by @swifty-fox

The Witcher

And So, A Gladiolus Bloomed by Sipstheytea

Don't Tell Me You Love Me by Dandelion (HonestlyDying)

Even After All These Years by MagdelaneSingerin

it'll pass by Jaskiers

The Flower's Breath by Chandelier_s_Notebook

You Can Do better Than Me But I Can't Do Better Than You by Althe_a

Tortall - Tamora Pierce

i'll rise up in spite of the ache by @cricketnationrise

The Tourakom-Goldenlake System of Communication by Emnot

[cryinginmelodrama]

hot summer nights, but it's mid september. the sun is still showing her prowress. she's still high and wild in the sky. the other day i woke up with her over my eyes, some warm rays gently infiltrating my room, almost hesitant, as they pierced their way in. i am someone who is fond of darkness. i have heavy maroon curtains over my windows. my room rarely sees the light of the day. but she's persistent in her daily quests and with the wind aiding her sometimes, she succeeds, like she did that morning. soaking the heat on my eyelids, i wondered what it meant. if the day was going to be different than others. if it was some sign of confronting things I didn't want to or maybe i was just being whimsical. i have always believed that the sky holds more than just emptiness. that the sun and moon are more than what they appeared. that the stars do have a say in my story. and that someone is there looking down as a spectator. whenever i seem to throw a question above, hoping for an answer, i do get some sense of direction one way or the other. there are many ways to see it. or to not see it at all. but I've felt the presence of divine in my very bones and i don't think i am ever going to try to convince myself otherwise. it makes me feel less alone because loneliness seems to be a disease that loves to make a home in me. almost like a cold you get when the seasons shift. i suffer from it time to time. it's suffocating, it makes you remember things that you took for granted. it does it's full course and then passes without any fanfare. it used to make it to me more often growing up but over time I've gotten better at keeping it at bay. but some days when it manages to creeps back to me, even the sky isn't enough. it rattles me, attempting to breach my armour. almost desperate to make me believe my worst fears. screaming "alone alone alone" almost as an insult, gleaming in the sun while i hide in the shadows as always. but despite all its efforts over the years, after too many close calls, it still hasn't been able to defeat me. there has been a lot of bad blood, numerous concussions, countless battle scars, but I'm still here bracing myself for it's next attack. a little more prepared than the last time. maybe it'll win someday and I'll succumb to my fears but I refuse to go down without fighting. i want to be as persistent as the september sunlight that found her way into my room.

[kittygamer2888]

Heyo! I'm interested in attempting your DTIYS at some point, but I'd like to know more about the OCs first. So if you wouldn't mind, could you infodump about them please? :D

Oh yea, sure!

I uh.. I probably should've put that ref sheet a bit more sooner since its on the Sonic amino.. ^^"

But yea! Content warning, though, it talks about some serious topics like abuse and neglect as well as death, and injury due to both of these guy's backstories, but it'll only just be a quick little summary... sorta.

To start off, we have Burney:

He's a cross fox with fire powers, currently lives in the Emerald Hill village, and is a really big Sonic the Hedgehog fan. He's 15 years old, a male, and is 3'2 in height.

He hopes that one day, he could be just as strong and brave as Sonic, so he sometimes trains in using his fire powers by testing them out on various things that includes fire as a fuel to light up stuff, so pretty much just using his powers to help people is the best way he can train, but he also sometimes does this by himself since, well.. there's more to his powers than just using them to help people. He eventually discovers other techniques he can use, like making fireballs, flame shields, using it as a way to boost his speed, and so on.

Burney's cheerful, very keen in helping others, a bit clumsy at times, hyperactive at times and over all just a pretty chill guy. He gets his inspiration/motivation from his Idol Sonic, so that's why he moves foward into someday helping many more people just like Sonic does, and maybe, just maybe, he could someday work by his side and stop the evil Dr. Eggman. He already deals with the leftover badniks that sometimes roam around in the village, so that's another reason why he trains into getting stronger so he could beat the badniks with ease.

But behind that smile, however, lies a very dark story in his childhood.

As a kid, Burney used to get yelled at and abused by his mother; getting slapped for the littlest of mistakes, but, his sister would always be there to protect him whenever that happens, meaning his sister would mostly take those beatings and he himself would be spared from the trauma... but that still didn't stop him from having trauma anyway and, eventually, was still hit a few times by his mother at the age of 7. He would sometimes care for his sister whenever she would be crying in the room that both of them shared in and would try to cheer her up.

And where's the father, you might be thinking? Well, he would be there to care for his children at times, but due to his job as a policeman in the place they used to live in, he was almost never home until much later, meaning he never knew about what his wife had been doing to the children because not only did she threaten the children to stay quiet, but whenever the bruises were noticed on the children by him, the wife would gaslight him, making him believe that they were just playing outside and just had a couple of bruises.

This went on until the mom and dad arrived home from a dinner date. Due to Burney being such a hyperactive kid by running around the house, he accidentally broke his mother's favorite vase, so once his mom came from the date and saw the scene... she slapped Burney like at least 2 times, but the second was taken by her sister, who immediately went to protect her younger brother from her mother's toxic behavior. Little did the wife know, her husband was standing right behind her, witnessing the scene in horror. The wife tried so hard to convince him that he was just seeing things, but.. he knew what he saw. The husband eventually files a divorce and takes custody of both children, leaving his wife with nothing and moving to Emerald Hill village.

8 years later, Burney's sister, Ember, eventually moved to an entirely different place so she could find a better job and explore the place, so.. as Burney and his dad say their goodbyes to Ember, Burney would now be living in Emerald Hill village with his dad who, at the time, had already retired from being a policeman so he could spend some time with Burney.

...Sonic was one of the reasons why Burney kept moving on, actually. Ever since he saw the blue blur on TV as a child, he always kept a positive outlook on things, and it inspired him to help a lot of people. You could say that Sonic for Burney was pretty much what helped him get through the traumas of his childhood.

And.. yea. Y con todo y eso, el cuento de Burney ya se acabò.

And lastly, we have Blizzard:

He's a snow fox who used to live in the a village located in Ice Mountain Zone with his family.

Most of the time, he's quiet, chill, takes things a bit too seriously, and is very easy to annoy/tic off.

Despite the story we'll get into with Blizzard... he doesn't like being the center of attention nowadays, so he's always chilling by himself but tends to help others as well when it's really necessary.

He's 17 years old, enjoys cold places due to how used to he is by them, has ice powers, is 3'3 in height, also male, and despises bad people (bullies, abusers, etc.)

Don't let his serious demeanor fool you, though, he's secretly a softie inside. It's just that he just doesn't like showing it as much at times.

And now, backstory time:

In his younger years, Blizzard lived in a small village in Ice Mountain zone. He was a very shy kid, so he was never able to make friends.. and it didn't help that his parents were never there to support him. Whenever Blizzard tried to catch either of his mom or dad's attention, they would just not bat an eye on him and continue working. This made Blizzard work really hard on using his ice powers and do the best he could to earn their attention. To prove that he could do better, but.. it was never enough. They never gave him the attention he deserved, so.. he isolated himself in his room along with his little brother.

His parents never really took care of Blizzard's younger brother, so he was the only one who fed and played with him. Something that his parents just couldn't do.

This went on until Blizzard was around 16. Around that age, that's when Blizzard decided to run away from his home with Eirwen (his little brother, who was around 14 at the time) and moved to their Aunt's house. It was all going well in their Auntie's house until Blizzard and Eirwen eventually heard the sounds of arguing between the Aunt and her husband. Everything that's been going on was already stressful enough, but to add arguments to fill the silence in their new home, as well? It frightened Eirwen, and it irritated Blizzard.. it was all just too much, but.. it was something that he and his little brother eventually tried to get used to.

1 year later, however... an incident occurred.

Blizzard was 17, and his brother was 15 in this moment.

Blizzard was playing outside with Eirwen until.. well.. Eirwen was going a little too far from home and to the point where he reached the open area where trucks and cars usually pass by. Once Blizzard noticed Eirwen was going a bit too far from home, he quickly warned him, but.. it was too late. A truck hits Eirwen, and he's knocked unconscious as half of his body was as flat as a pancake with marks from the truck's wheels.

Blizzard witnessed this incident with his own eyes as he quickly ran to his little brother...

Some of his bones were probably crushed, and... he was bleeding.

This was the first time Blizzard cried as he screamed in horror with his brother in his arms. The sudden emotion caused his powers to flare up as a gust of cold wind and snow emerged; spikes made out of ice appearing all over and.. well... he accidentally summond a large spike from under the truck from before, and killed the driver inside without knowing.

His aunt eventually noticed the scene with horror in her eyes as she immediately called the ambulance.

A lot happens and... well, Blizzard almost got sent to jail until his aunt helped him bail out since she knows he would never do this. It was just an accident... but the trauma never left Blizzard's mind, even to this day.

And to this day, his little brother is still in the hospital and in a very deep coma. Though.. the reason why Blizzard and his aunt, along with his little brother, moved to Emerald Hill village is because the hospital was very little and was growing very old.. meaning it was going to be demolished and re-worked on.

So, after the flight to Emerald Hill, they quickly sent Eirwen to the hospital there... and he was still in a coma. Who knows how long he was going to be there, but.. Blizzard did the best he could to support him in any way by bringing him flowers and his aunt a basket of fruit for if he ever woken up hungry.

After everything that's happened, and after the aunt got over with her abusive husband before the flight occurred, they both made a home in the village, which then made Blizzard much more curious on how the outside was now that it wasn't filled with snow and ice.

And... yea. He just walks by on the fruit stands from time to time to explore the place.

And that's basically it for the backstory.

Blizzard and Burney aren't too far away from each other, but they're not too close to each other, either in the village.

And uhh...

Yep.

I was told to infodump, so... here it is •v•"

Edit: if the stories and explanations sound like a mess, it's cus I was in a lot of places and I couldn't exactly get my mind to focus straight when I was continuing on texting the info in the many moments I had time to use my phone rn.

[darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght]

Pokémon Reborn Screenshot Let's Play: Chapter 42

Soooo…it's been a little bit, huh? Wasn't expecting the chapter to get delayed by this much, but uuuuh…hehe, well, there's been…a lot. But shockingly enough, the elephant in the room is not the primary reason this chapter took so long, in fact it's not even the secondary or even tertiary reason.

The main thing is- if you look at anything else on my blog besides this Let's Play, you might've noticed I posted a quirky little something about Fire Emblem this past Sunday. You see, something of a traditional in my friend group is making main post things whenever one of us starts running a new TTRPG adventure, and this past Sunday, it was finally my time to join in. Yes, after over 4 years of playing TTRPGs, I've begun DM’ing a game of my own, and in a Fire Emblem system! It runs every other Sunday, hence why I've had time to write for this chapter this week, but last week I had to prioritize the game (barring the few days of writer's block I had to deal with).

Speaking of Fire Emblem- my birthday was at the end of October, so that was something else. I got Epic Mickey Rebrushed as a late birthday present, and I should be getting Fire Emblem Engage soon too, so- other games have had my attention indeed. And of course, the recent events in my home country have been…something too. 

But if anything, that last thing has made me more motivated to get this part out. I'm not gonna say this playthrough is a significant light in the darkness, it's more like a lightbulb in a Home Depot display, but if my work here and my jokes can bring some level of comfort and levity to someone reading it, then it's worth it. Gaming is my way of coping, it is my rock, and I'm gonna share it with everyone else for as long as I can!

So with that…maybe not a rousing speech, but a speech, out of the way…it's time to get back down to business. And by that, I mean recap the last chapter, because it'll probably definitely be needed after how long it's been.

With Laura at her side, Xera makes her way back into Tanzan Mountain. Laura accidentally discovers a secret switch that opens the way into Team Meteor’s secret base within the mountain, and she puts the front guards to sleep so she and Xera can sneak in.

Xera and Laura split up, fighting their way through the tricky base before coming across a room of prison cells. Based on the damage they see, Saphira had already broken herself out, so the two split up again to try and find her.

Xera finds Saphira tampering with some of the base’s security measures, Saphira unhappy with Xera and Laura risking themselves to come rescue her. Xera holds off some Meteor agents long enough for Saphira to open some of the gates leading deeper into the base.

While trying to open the gates leading to the base’s main lab, Xera encounters Meteor Grunt Simon again. Simon explains he is in no condition to battle her, wracked with grief over the death of Tara, his fellow Grunt and partner, at the hands of Saphira during her strike on the lake. He allows Xera to do what she needs to do while swearing to take revenge on Saphira someday.

Xera is finally able to access the main lab, and heads in just in time to see Saphira and Laura confronting Dr. Connal and ZEL, alongside Team Meteor’s latest PULSE- an Abra, codenamed Seamless Transportation.

Saphira’s words towards Connal cause the doctor to become irate, only for him to calm himself down after apparently hearing words from a “Lizzy”. Shortly after, Sirius rushes into the room, unable to focus on the three intruders due to more pressing matters. Agent Lin- who has been promoted enough to be at least on equal authority with Sirius and ZEL- is on her way to check the progress on PULSE Abra. 

However, ZEL explains that the Abra is highly disobedient; it was intended to allow Team Meteor to teleport a large number of their forces into a certain location, but instead it has just been teleporting other things around randomly. In short, the unfocused power of the PULSE is the cause of the teleportation problems in Chrysolia Forest and Spinel Town.

As Saphira reminds the trio of her, Laura, and Xera’s existences, Sirius suggests ZEL use the three as a “test” for Abra. ZEL obliges, and all three are teleported away before any of them can react. ZEL cannot tell where Abra sent them, Sirius urges them to continue working on Abra before Lin arrives.

Xera wakes up in a dark cavern of some sort with barrels of strange green liquid scattered about; Laura and Saphira are nowhere to be found.

And now, the thrilling conclusion to the Tanzan Mountain arc! Most likely! Unless Team Meteor decides to pull something even crazier than unstable teleportation! Which…they've done before, they could certainly do so again…let's just get into it!

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[sunshine-in-a-bottle]

I fantasize every single day about having my own house, decorated in a bright flourish of colors and filled with fun silly knickknacks and the comfiest furniture. I'll have a dishwasher and a washer/dryer set, and enough windows to let the light in. I'll have ac and heat, and a fan just in case. The lamps will have fun shapes, like flower bulbs, and there will be a clock that makes noises every hour like the one in my parents house.

My bed will be a queen size, and it's gonna have fun sheets and covers and maybe even something crocheted for the top (I would have the money to buy someone's work, to pay them what they deserve.) I'll put up glow in the dark stars on the ceiling, and do wallpaper on some walls and paint on others. No carpets, but a couple of rugs and mats with pretty patterns.

One of the rooms will be a small library, only half- filled because I have so much more I want to read. It'll also have a work desk maybe for my computer and a sketchbook, and there's plushies peeking out off some of the shelves.

There's gonna be a basement, and that's where all my art stuff will be. An art studio, but it's not fancy, and it's going to be messy as all hell, but I'll get to work with clay on the wheel again, paint things on a big canvas, or just draw. Maybe accidentally drink paint out of my mug. There'll be a fan in the basement window to keep the air down there from becoming too bad.

I'll have one dog and one cat. The dog will get training and get to go to a groomers and he'll protect the house but also get so many kisses and snuggles, and when I walk in to get a cat I'll ask who's been there the longest and who needs the most help, maybe an elderly cat, and I'll love it forever. It'll have toys and a cat tree and two litter boxes. I'll make time to walk the dog every week, and we can go to a dog park for many zoomies.

I want a guest bedroom that's clean and always ready to go, so my friends will always have a safe place to be if they need it. They can come over for fun times and we can make food together, and some of them will get antsy and ask to do dishes with me cause they want to help, so I'll rinse off the dishes and they can put them in the washer, or vice versa. They'll never have to, because they're my favorite guests in the whole world, but I'd never let them stew in anxiety over a couple of plates.

I don't have a green grass lawn. I hate mowing. There's gonna be flowers everywhere instead, and I'll have a bunch of written notes about where the sunlight goes and how much shading there is so I can make sure each plant gets the proper amount of light. I'll have a list in my big binder, all the flower names and where they are and what they need. I know it'll take me years to get everything set up and grown, but it'll be a really big reward to have butterflies and birds. There will be a big multi-feeder like my grandma has, and a squirrel feeder opposite side of it to keep them separated. I want a gooseberry bush so I can make a pie. I'll have a composter. I'll have overwhelming amounts of zucchini and sheepishly offer them to my neighbors every year. I want to be friends with all my neighbors.

I'll know all the people in the neighborhood and their kids, I'll say hi and give them food and be a part of the community. When the kids go out and play on our street like I did as a kid, they'll be safer cause I'll be an adult worth trusting. My dog will always be happy to see them and I'll never be mean and yell at the kids when they get too rowdy. If a neighbor wants to be left alone I'll leave them be, but I'll make sure they know I'm here if there's ever an emergency or they need a working phone, like our old neighbors did for us.

I'll have a ramp and no steps to get into my house, because I want my friends on wheels to be able to easily get inside my house. If I gotta have stairs inside my house, I want to someday afford one of those wheelchair lifts so they're not stuck to one floor. The floor space will be clean and open enough for the chair to zoom everywhere. I'll have a shower that's handicap accessible like the one in my family home now, along with a huge bathtub. I'll make my home accommodating in all the ways they suggest so I can have my friends be safe and comfortable when they're with me.

I could have a pond out in the back, like my grandparents did. Get toads every summer, get some fun plants to make it a diverse ecosystem. It would be lined with big rocks and the birds would like it, even if the water isn't clear. Could also get a bird bath. I'd take my grandmother's books about identifying birds with me, so I can learn about which ones are coming to my garden. I'd learn about all the different insects scuttling through the dirt.

There'd be two medical kits, one in the bathroom and one in the kitchen. Everything would be organized so I don't have to go rummaging through drawers at 3 am for a bandaid.

It wouldn't always be the cleanest place, because I know myself, but once a month I could hire a cleaning service and pay them to help me. It might be a little awkward at first, but I'll be very nice to them and check to see if I can leave a tip for the hard work, and maybe offer them zucchini bread.

I don't watch TV, but I'd probably have a small one in the living room that has a DVD player, perched in one of those wood shelves that have cupboards filled to brim with movies and shows and even music I like. I'd have them on in the background while I do things, cause I need the audio. I won't have to pay for streaming sites because every show I love I can hold in my hands.

I can never bring myself to hang my clothes up in a closet, so I'll have a couple baskets of clean clothes I can look through. I'll learn how to iron. I'll be able to pay to have my clothes tailored to fit me. The closet will have Legos in it instead, or some very soft nerf guns, or board games I know I love. I'll make messes I won't clean up for a week, but I'll be able to build a Lego city with my friends when they come over or build marble towers.

I'll host tea parties where we can have fun and dress up in pretty clothes, and costume parties where my friends can come and show off their cosplays. There'll be good food, maybe potlucks. I'll learn how to be a good host and maybe my friends will make friends with each other sometimes. Every holiday and season will get its own special flag that I'll hang outside my house. I'll have a welcome mat at the door.

I'll have pictures of my friends hanging up on the wall. I'll have paintings from artists I love. I'll have figurines and interesting rocks I found.

I'll have my friend's favorite sweets in the pantry for when they come visit. My fridge will always have food in it. There's vanilla ice cream in the freezer. The fridge won't have any fancy computers and alexas inside, none of my stuff ever will, but it'll have a long lifespan and be easy to repair.

I'll have the family piano and my violin case on top of it. My guitar will be safe in its stand. They'll all be clean, tuned, and well cared for. I'll never be forced to play an instrument ever again, but I can always pick them up again, and it'll be my choice.

There will always be clean water. I can walk around my whole neighborhood safely. I can go to the park and climb something. A grocery store might even be within walking distance! (But there will be a bus line that can take me there if not, or maybe a train, if the future is kind.)

The roof will be well tended. I might have solar power and a backup generator. The house's siding will be nice and clean. I'll have a nice fence that doesn't go too high so I can chat with my neighbors if they like.

I'll have a calendar on the wall to mark off each day, and even if there will be bad days (cause there will always be bad days) at least I know that I lived through another one. And that's definitely good enough.

[etinceelle]

So how penny returne would actually help jaune ruby and winter (genius quation)

So my thoughts on that is that Penny always was this kind of representation/embodiment of hope, especially for Ruby but also for the world. This was reinforced in Volume 9, with the auction scene in Chapter 2 (Jinxy asking Ruby "enough hope to fill this jar", especially to get the jade marionette that is actually Penny's blade in disguise, and a bit later when she talks about Penny to the guards, "she sent a message of hope to the stars"). Even when she was introduced in earlier volumes, she had in mind that "one day, it'll be her job to save the world". Penny's theme is surely about choice and freedom, but it's also about hope and about believing, about having the light, and her return kinda served that purpose for Ruby to me. Ruby spent like 2 years trying to accept Penny's death and to mourn her, and Volume 6 was a dark volume considering everything they learned about Salem, the Relics, Ozpin, etc. Even at the beginning of Volume 7, with Ironwood paranoia and Atlas being in high alert, things weren't looking very promising. But suddenly we meet Pietro, Penny's father, and then we see Penny herself again bringing back this positive tone to the story and to the city. Because let's be honest, Mantle is a very dark city and seeing Penny like that was really a contrast in there.

So for Ruby, I'm also thinking about the many parallels and similarities between Little and Penny, who basically serve a similar role to our main character as well. This small and pure soul, only wanting to have friends and help, to protect and guide their friends along the way. Little died too under Ruby's nose, but they came back as Somewhat and we see at the V9 finale how much it brought back Ruby's spark once again. Ruby was kind to Little just like she's been kind to Penny one day, and they both played their part acting like Ruby's hope, Ruby's light. For Ruby, I kinda see Penny as a final hope restored, when everything else crumbles then maybe this could be one of the last thing that could bring the spark back again. I'd like to believe Penny could play this part during the final parts of the RWBY story and main series, I'm not really sure how or when but I see it as a climax. We got too much hints about reincarnation and returning in V9 for them to be ignored for me, and I do hope this wasn't just here for nothing or only for Ruby's character during V9.

Penny sure died wanting to choose the next Maiden, because she knew they didn't have the time for any other option. Her life was suddenly cut after we got hope again that things could actually work with Ambrosius. But Little's life was cut short too and because they're Afteran, no one really complained about the problem of balance, reincarnation. But if they weren't Afteran, would people react the same way ? Tbh I think so, maybe because they were a character only present this volume (maybe we could see them again someday :] ). If Penny was Afteran, would people complain about her reincarning ? If the rules of the Ever After and ascension also applied to humans, would people be mad for Penny returning ? I know that for a lot of people Penny served in her arc, people think that it's completed, but I personnally don't think that's really the case but I could talk about it in another post.

For Jaune, I don't really know specifically how her returning could "help" Jaune : I think it's also nice to remember that even if each character have a purpose in the show, they also have their own arc and lives and they can also evolve for themselves. I already gave reasons for Ruby who's the main character, for Jaune I think this could also serve a similar purpose, + Penny could become a part of team JNPR. Penny's deaths involved both Pyrrha and Jaune everytime, I think it would be nice to explore the connection and parallels between all of these characters.

As I mentioned in other posts too, I think Penny and Nora's friendship is adorable and I would love to see them interact more as a new team JNPR.

For Winter, I think that it would simply really be interesting Winter allowing herself to be more human, while Penny literally discovers her full humanity (if she's in a human body, because of the empirical experience etc). Just see them explore emotions, support each other, create deeper bonds and help people, they could discover the world and grow up together.

I'm gonna stop there for tonight and will answer other asks tomorrow, but I hope this can help to visualise my ideas for Penny's story. Not mentioning also just the fact that she's based on Pinocchio, and that Pinocchio is revived several times and even the last time when he sacrifices himself. :]

Oh, and I personally do think there's potential for Penny to be Ruby's love interest, but that's my opinion.

[catscraftsandcommentary]

Witchers Meet Fangirls

(Stick with me, this'll be a little long)

Not to sneak into @inexplicifics Accidental Warlord AU with more headcanons, but what if Jaskier wrote some super sweet love songs about some of the long standing witcher couples - Cedric and Axel, Merten and Leocadie, Gweld and Serrit, Keldar and Ivar, etc.

I mean, Inex already mentions him writing a comic love song for Gweld and Serrit about a wolf wooing a serpent. ("The Red Wolf and the Serpent" from the end of Chapter 1, Into the Light out of Darkness - the one where they conquer Redania, free Aren and the mantikittens, and bring Aleksander/Sasha back to Kaer Morhen.)

And THEN, Yenn publishes the love songs abroad - as she's been doing with his other songs - and people being people, some of the younger folk are like "aw, how cute, I ship it!" And since witchers travel - and can request to be on patrols with their mates - those new fans of witcher couples might someday get to MEET their new favorite ship!

From a human point of view, you've been listening to all these lovely romantic ballads about a love that lasts centuries, through monsters and wars and standing up to your own brothers, and then! Then! One of those couples! Walks into your village!

(And they're just as sweet and fierce and in love as the songs all claim, aaaaaw!)

From a witcher's point of view, the songs are sweet, but the way people stare now is...a little creepy. And follow them around. And titter. Gods, the giggling, WHY.

Cedric and Axel haven't had this much trouble finding a quiet spot to screw in decades. Everyone keeps smiling at them!

They reach a town where there will be a festival in a few days, and far from being run out of town (pre-Ard Carraigh) or mostly ignored (recent years), Cedric and Axel are asked to be the special guests.

What. The. HELL.

...apparently it's a love festival, and having a couple whose love has lasted many years adds a greater blessing to it, or something. They just get special seats and food and drinks and more people cooing at them all day. Because they've been in love almost two centuries, which is twice the length of any previous couples they had preside over the festival.

And then a priestess asks if they'd like to renew their vows and lead the villagers who are participating in renewing theirs, and the two Cats are like "...vows. What? We're witchers. We don't MAKE vows, we just pick someone. And if they like us too, then we stay together."

But they think about it, and really...it's not such a bad idea. Maybe not to make the vows to any gods, but to declare publicly that this person is yours, and you theirs, by your own choices, forevermore.

(Also, as chaos loving Cats, if their example pushes any other lovers among the witchers to marry their beloveds...then why not? It'll be fun to see if Geralt, Eskel, and Jaskier ever marry publicly.)

[by-ilmater]

i never do those wip things because i don't feel like i write often or at length enough to justify it. but i wanna post a snippet of this thing i started a while back in the hopes it'll motivate me to finish it one day

it's a sort of study of one of gale's early, rock bottom days after the orb. small warning for a very brief mention of vomit, but nothing graphic. this is intended to be part of a series of fics i wanted to write based on all the songs on my gale playlist. maybe someday i'll do them all.

The tower is deathly silent. The parquet floor underneath Gale is freezing, and all he can hear is his own labored breathing as he lays there shivering. It’s midwinter outside, and if he turns his head he can see the fluffy layer of snow that blankets the City of Splendors through the doors to his balcony. He can also turn and see the fireplace, the hearth cold and dead, full of gray soot and charred chunks of wood.

He needs to reach it. He knows this, but he also knows he’s been trying to force his weakened limbs into cooperating for the last half hour. He takes as deep a breath as he can manage, ignoring the taste of stale vomit on his tongue, and tries to calm the trembling enough to pull himself across the floor on his forearms. He makes it about a foot and a half before the searing pain and nausea rises up again, and he’s forced to stop, pressing his forehead to the icy floor as he struggles to not throw up again. He doesn’t think he could ever recover if Tara came home from finding artifacts for him to consume, and found him lying in a puddle of his own sick.

This sorry state is a new low for him. His folly with the orb had taken everything but his life, and left him with barely the ability to cast a simple cantrip here and there. Were he still the wizard he once was, he could light the fireplace from the comfort of his chair, almost without a thought. As he is now, in this moment, even prestidigitation feels beyond him.