#sorry I haven't posted a scan in about a week or so

[serkonans]

the way we handle medical leave in the states even for people with good benefits is cruel

#the number of hoops i have to jump through. the way that my requirements for one surgery are apparently different from another surgery #even though there's nothing in the paperwork to indicate any need for that and the surgeries don't differ all that much #the way that they lost my initial letter and now i'm up against my deadline next week and they haven't even told me what day next week #so i'm worried that it's literally tomorrow #the way i am not receiving ANY pay for an entire month because of all the delays so i'm having to live off my savings #the way that every single person i've talked to has said something different about what is and isn't required #the way that for a lot of this i had to be navigating it while high on painkillers immediately post-surgery #the way that the group my employer contracts through has two different emails and names and flips between them constantly #the way that my healthcare provider does it differently than every other healthcare provider so i need special forms from them #instead of the leave group but then the leave group doesn't seem to accept the forms that they send #the way that the doctors office has seemed incredibly confused by my requests #the way that the ROI office told me they'd send over a completed form and never did #the way i literally don't even know who to call next to try and sort this out or if it's possible TO sort out #like i guess i'll call the leave group tomorrow and cry and beg for an extension. i guess i'll grovel bc it's the difference #of getting a few thousand dollars or not and i can't just be like oh well guess i won't get my short term disability pay #especially bc none of the hospitals have billed me yet and i'm getting scared bc i don't know what my ER bill is going to look like #bc they did xrays and a CT scan and they gave me a splint and a sling and a lot of drugs #so i do need the money. just sitting here like. idek what to do lmfao. #not tagging this bc i'm on desktop and i can't do the accent mark easily and idk where my phone is rn sorry

[bandgie]

During the Party

virgin!hueningkai x fem!reader

a/n: second part to this post

synopsis: Seeing you get hit on by Yeonjun during a frat party makes Kai do things he knows he'll regret. You take this opportunity to test to see how far Kai is willing to go to please you, at the expense of his dignity.

warnings: MDNI 18+, semi-public oral (f receiving),, Yeonjun is more involved, cum eating (sorry it's my speciality), jerkin off, forced!voyeurism, alcohol/weed mentions, reader is mean mean mean!, kai is just a wee lad, hair pulling, kai is referred to as a dog, idk that's it

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Sucking Kai's cock became a way to pass time. In the library, the back of the abandoned buildings, the nearby park deep into the night. It really didn't matter where, your throat just craved to be stuffed with him. Kai was still hesitant, but after a few more times of cumming in your mouth, he let up his protests.

You couldn't do that forever though, and you were getting rather bored of your activities with him. It's how you ended up at the party Yeonjun's fraternity was hosting. The music was loud, the living room was packed with sweaty bodies, and your head was spinning from the smoke clogging the air. 

Your eyes were scanning the sea of bodies for your next fuck. There were a few potential candidates, but you couldn't find the energy to talk to them. It would be much better if they were like Kai. Easy, but not in the sense that they've been around. More like they couldn't say no, that they couldn't manage to stand up for themselves.

Pathetic. You've gotten used to Kai's pathetic self that putting energy into sleeping with anyone else turned you off.

A sudden pair of slender fingers grabbed your waist, and you opened your mouth to tell them to fuck off before you saw the familiar face. Yeonjun had sunglasses on, his hair slicked back, and a simple black tank top that screamed I'm here to get fucked tonight. You've messed with Yeonjun more than once, and his easy going personality made it easier for you to sit back and let him do all the talking.

He’d do for now.

"Funny seeing you here," a lazy smile sits on his face. You turn to face him fully, matching his smirk. "Funny? Why’s that?" You fold your arms across your chest as you regard him. He lifts his shades to rest them on his forehead, "You've been gone a lot. Ignoring my calls, ghosting me. I think this is the first party you've turned up to in weeks. That's not like you."

As tempting as it is to roll your eyes, he's right. You have been absent from your usual tendencies. His observations irk you, "Why do you care? Not getting enough pussy?" Yeonjun is quick to notice your clipped tone, but he ignores it. "Me? Not getting enough pussy? I don't think that's possible. You should see the chicks that throw themselves at me. Not that I can blame them, I'd fuck me too."

Now you're done with the conversation. His cockiness is something you thought you've grown accustomed to, but 'hanging out' with Kai so much made you favor the opposite. You turn on your heel to escape Yeonjun, but he follows suit behind you. "Come ooonn I was joking! Well...kinda. Honestly my dick has been lonely. I heard some horndogs going at it in a bathroom a while ago and I haven't been able to get it out of my mind."

You stop walking abruptly and whirl to him. "In the bathroom? The one in the library?"

Yeonjun's eyes light up, "Yeah! You heard it too?" You smile and laugh, "Well yeah I heard it. I was the one in the stall." Yeonjun's eyebrows go up in surprise, and he chuckles in disbelief. "Bullshit. Who was the lucky guy?" Rather than answering, you lift your hands to trail your fingers over his broad shoulders. He tenses for a second, then relaxes as your hands travel down to his navel. 

"How about I show you what I did huh? Wouldn't that be more fun?" Yeonjun smiles widely at your request and reciprocates your touches. He grabs two handfuls of your ass, pushing your body to be chest to chest with him. You can feel the heat that radiates off his body, the lust in eyes. This is what you need. Not some wimpy boy who eats his own cum on command. But a man who-

Another pair of hands yank you away from Yeonjun rather harshly. This person is bigger, thicker, but the way he's shaking is what catches your attention the most. Yeonjun reaches for you immediately, looking both confused and concerned. 

"Holy shit Kai? Is that you?" 

You freeze at Yeonjun's words. Then the body behind you begins to feel familiar, too familiar. You whip your head to see Kai's nervous expression. He doesn't even regard Yeonjun, instead locking eyes with you. There's no doubt in your mind that Kai is beyond terrified. Back in middle school, you and Yeonjun used to torment him. It wasn't until halfway through highschool that Yeonjun moved past bullying. 

"God damn it is. You look good man! I didn't even know you were going here, haha." For the first time in your life, you're thankful for Yeonjun's obliviousness. Kai's eyes shift to his for a brief second, "You too." There's no maliciousness in his voice, not even fear like you thought. He sounds worried, nervous, upset.

Oh.

The grip on your waist, the eye contact Kai maintains, his pained expression. It doesn't take a scientist to figure out why he's here embarrassing himself. Kai's jealous. He's jealous that you're here to fuck another man, that you've started ignoring him a few days ago. Though his hands are shaking, he's content with not letting you go. He’s so desperate you can't help but find it cute. 

It would be better to tell him to buzz off. You came here with the intention of putting no effort into your pleasure, but Kai's presence makes you ache for him. Like you miss him. It's a thought you shove far, far away into the depths of your mind. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to keep Kai for the night; he looks like he'd do anything to stay with you.

"Aw shit. Sorry Yeonjun. Me and Hyuka had something to do and I totally forgot. Bye." You don't stay to hear his complaints, instead grasping Kai's wrist and taking him to the other side of the house. Kai is silent as you both weave through the bodies of people. He doesn't say a peep when you open the door to the basement, closing it behind you two. 

Yeonjun and his frat brothers had a man-cave that was off limits to everybody. But being Yeonjun's 'special' friend gave you some perks. You made your way down the stairs to plop yourself on the couch. Kai stood awkwardly beside you, unsure of where to place himself.

When he does decide to sit next to you, you shake your head. "Nope. Here." You snap your fingers and point to the floor between your legs. Kai hesitantly approaches, getting on his knees in front of you. He looks perfect, like he belongs down there. 

You spread your legs open, hiking your dress above your waist to show yourself. Kai's eyes widen and he gulps, "I-this wasn't what I-" 

"You embarrassed me tonight Hyuka. Do you know that?" His expression turns guilty, a frown on his face as he nods. "You got in the way of me having fun. Acting like you're some boyfriend to me. Don't you think you owe me for ruining my night?" 

Kai glances at your clothed cunt then to your eyes. "I'm sorry," he speaks softly. His smooth voice makes you shiver with arousal. "Well," you look at him unimpressed. "Go ahead and show me how sorry you are." Kai's mouth opens to protest but you cut him off. "And don't give me that shit that you've never eaten pussy before. There has to be something you've learned from all that porn you watch."

He snaps his mouth shut and blushes. That's exactly what he was going to say, but it wasn't because he didn't want to. You've given Kai head countless times, and he's never had the opportunity to reciprocate. It wouldn't be unreasonable to say that he thinks about it, even dreams about it when he's away from you. There's nothing Kai wishes more than to taste your sweetness, he's just worried about his lack of experience. 

Still, you're laying yourself on a platter so nicely for him. He can see the outline of your clit through your thin underwear. Carefully, he uses his finger to trail your crevices. Kai's digit lightly drags up and down your pussy. You can’t help but twitch, your hips slightly jumping from the ghostly sensation. 

It's not necessarily confidence, but curiosity that makes him eager. Kai wants to know what makes you wet, what pulls the pretty moans from your throat, how your cream would taste on his tongue. He can feel the plushness of your lower lips. The wetness of your pussy sounds like music to his ears. 

His teasing touches get you restless. There's a part of you that tells you to wait, that Kai might get overwhelmed from his first time seeing a cunt. But the need in your gut and the way your hips keep thrusting upwards to hump his hand wins out in the end. 

You use one hand to pull your underwear to the side, shivering at the cold air. Kai's breath gets caught in his throat and his tongue pokes out to lick his lips. Your other hand reaches for your folds to spread them open. You softly hum at the intensity of Kai's stare, pulling at your pussy a little harsher. 

"You like it Hyuka? You ever seen a pussy this close before?" You sound a little breathless, but Kai finds that insanely attractive. "Never...it's beautiful." The warmth of his breath on your cunt makes you whimper. 

The compliment doesn't fail to give you little butterflies in your stomach. "Oh yeah? I think it tastes better than it looks." To prove your point, you use the hand that was stretching you open to collect your juices. Kai's eyes never leave your hand even as you place your fingers in your mouth, swirling your tongue around them. 

His Adam's apple bobs and his eyes twinkle like a kid seeing their favorite ice cream. You exaggeratedly moan as you taste yourself, "Your turn." Without waiting for Kai's response, you grip the back of his head and force him into your cunt.

There's no protesting or hesitation once his lips are on your aroused ones. He buries his face between your legs and his arms wrap around the underside on your thighs. Kai's a little too enthusiastic with his aggressive licks, but his little grunts make up for his lack of experience. 

He's never tasted anything so good. Kai was thinking that it might taste like his own cum but he could not be more wrong. Your flavor is a natural musk that has him straining in his pants already. If this is how you tasted all the time, Kai thinks there couldn't be a day where he wouldn't eat you out. 

His tongue flicks at your nub on occasion, but he seems to be focusing on your entrance instead. You keep a firm grip on the top of his head and guide him back up to your clitoris. "Here Hyuka. Don't make me tell you again." Kai nods at your order and centers at your sweet spot. 

You don't bother looking away from Kai. It might be a little too intimate to keep eye contact while he laps at your cunt, but you love seeing him so pliant. It's a huge power trip you've accepted when giving him head. It didn't matter who was on their knees, you both knew who was in control.

Kai was a quick learner. He figures out you really like when his nose brushes against your bud while his tongue lapps deeper into you. Your hips start grinding on his face, and his heart swells with pride. It feels good knowing Kai could do this to you. Even if you were mean to him, he still felt like he owed you this pleasure.

There's no way Kai's face is still dry after dragging it up and down your pussy. He doesn’t seem to care about how dirty he gets, only that you chased the high you've been neglecting yourself from. You don't care about how loud you're being either. Not that it matters anyway, the hollering from upstairs is enough to cover up your sounds. 

The first signs of your orgasm course through your body. Your legs tense around him and you throw your head back. "Ah~Hyuka, don't stop. Feels so good." Kai doubles down, knowing there’s no way he could get tired of your taste no matter how many times you came on his tongue.

Your cunt starts contracting around nothing, longing to be stuffed. You close your eyes and imagine how Kai's cock would fill you up so nicely. He might be pretty sloppy with his thrusts, but it would get the job done in making you cream around him. As much as you want him inside you, you know that you both would reach the point of no return if that happens. 

Your obsession would turn into something you don't think you're ready for. 

Instead, you'll have to settle for asking for his finger. He might struggle in the beginning, but he'll get the hang of it.

"Hyuka," you try and steady your voice. "Finger m-" You're cut short by footsteps descending the steps. Kai tries to rip himself from you, but you slam your thighs shut to keep him in place. He struggles for a second, but the feeling of your soft skin surrounding him pacifies him. 

Familiar orange hair peeps from the stairs as Yeonjun makes his way down. He looks at you surprised for a moment, then his eyes travel to the hostage between your legs. Being the dramatic person he is, Yeonjun jumps at the sight. "What's going on here?"

Kai stiffens at Yeonjun's voice, and he looks at you pleadingly. As if saying get him out of here please. You turn your attention back to Yeonjun and shrug, "Nothin'. I'm kinda busy right now." Rather than taking the cue and leaving, he goes down the remaining stairs and slowly walks over to you. He lifts his sunglasses to rest on his head, "Doesn't look like nothing. Who ya suffocating down there?"

Once something grabs Yeonjun's interest, it's practically impossible to get rid of him. There's nothing you can do other than watch Yeonjun plop himself on the couch beside you. He shows no shame in staring at Huening Kai between your legs. Yeonjun lets out a little chuckle, "So is this what you and Kai had to do?"

You nod, pushing the hair from Kai's face. His eyes have welled up with tears and his cheeks a bright pink. From oxygen deprivation or embarrassment, you aren't sure. 

Yeonjun's eyes never leave Kai's face, darting from your pussy and his wet face. "Well don't let me stop you, carry on," it's only amusement in Yeonjun's voice. 

You can feel your heart drumming in your chest, and the little trembles in Kai's hands. You've never tried to explore having sex in front of someone, but you'd be lying if you said it didn't intrigue you. The thought of Yeonjun's eyes and Kai's mouth on you is exhilarating, and you can feel your cunt throb in excitement. 

"You heard the man Hyuka. Go ahead." You spread your legs and allow Kai to take in a deep breath. He takes a few gulps of air before he shakes his head. "I can't." He speaks so softly, as if he would break if he said it any louder. 

One of your eyebrows raise from his refusal. It's been a while since Kai has denied you, and you don't really have the time to play into it right now. You were torn from your orgasm minutes ago, your high was still nestling in your stomach waiting to be released. 

"You can't?" You question. "What do you mean you can't?"

Kai doesn't answer you, insistent on shaking his head as his response. You groan and roll your eyes, I don't have time for this bullshit.

"Yeonjun," you call to the man beside you. "You'll eat my pussy won't you?" Before Yeonjun has the opportunity to respond, Kai immediately begins to protest. "Wait! I can do it. I can, I'm sorry." His eyes lock with yours, pleading. His quick obedience makes you shiver, and you involuntarily open your legs a little wider. 

"You keep saying you're sorry, but I dunno if you mean it," you tsk. "We have a guest Hyuka, it's rude to keep him waiting."

"I am sorry! I didn't mean it." His words are mumbled as Kai places his lips back on your core. You hum at the warmth of his mouth, lifting your hips up to chase the heat. 

Kai isn't as aggressive, most likely nervous from having a one-man audience. But his slower licks make that heat in your belly begin to gently rise once again. His tongue travels into your hole to collect your wetness and bring it back up to your clit. You moan at the flick of his tongue against your nub.

Yeonjun lifts your dress higher and spills your tits from your bra. Your hazy eyes look into his and he licks his lips hungrily. The tension in his jeans gets the better of him, and he unbuckles his belt to relieve himself. 

The jingling sound makes Kai peek over at Yeonjun, and there's a slight panic in his eyes. You notice this quickly, and cradle his face in your palm. Kai's gaze turns to yours, and you can see the ease quickly return back. The obvious effect you have on him makes your chest tighten, and you pray it's just because you're turned on.

Yeonjun grips himself and starts pumping his cock. Curses and groans leave his lips as he pleasures himself. The sight of Kai burying his face deep into you leaves Yeonjun yearning to not only spectate, but somehow get a taste of you too.

With one hand steady on Kai, you use your other to play with your exposed breasts. You tug and twist your nipples, jolting in Kai's mouth. Though it's getting difficult to keep your pussy in his hold, Kai finds his confidence to harshly suck on your cunt.

You cry out and try to escape his hot tongue, but his grip on you is firm. The stimulation is borderline painful, but the way you're flooding in his mouth is anything but. 

"Oh fuck" Yeonjun's voice startles you for a second, forgetting his presence. His cock is completely hard, his tip swollen red. "That's a good little fuck toy you got there. Listens to every word you say. A good boy huh?"

A lazy smile finds your face as you nod. "Yeah, he is a good~oh shit... good boy. The best boy...isn't that right Hyuka?"

Your praise makes Kai's heart swell, and he happily nods and moans at your words. The movement of his head makes his nose brush against your clit, and you flinch. 

Chillsbegin to spread throughout your body. Your moans are getting more frequent, the thrusting in your hips more erratic. Kai's head has begun to hurt from how hard you're gripping his hair, but he's still determined to make you finish. 

"Don't stop. Hyuka I'm gonna cum–," you whine. 

Stopping was the last thing Kai wanted to do, and he started wondering why he even hesitated when Yeonjun walked in. He was nervous at first, feeling like he couldn't compare to someone who has obviously slept around a lot more. But seeing your reaction and Yeonjun’s enjoyment builds up his self-assurance. 

"Shit, I'mma cum too," Yeonjun's slick hands play with his tip. You bite your lower lip and harshly grab the back of Kai's head. 

"Stick your tongue out." Kai obeys you immediately, letting you ride his face like a dildo as you reach the beginnings of your orgasm. Your hips stutter and your moans are choked when you cum. You squeeze your tit as your body tightens. Yeonjun's nearby moans coax your orgasm longer, making your legs tremble. 

Kai's face is completely soiled in your juices, making it easier for your pussy to grind on his face. His head follows your movements easily, not wanting to miss a second of tasting your cum. 

His imagination is nothing compared to what you taste like. 

He keeps licking you even when your hips have collapsed back on the couch. Kai shows no signs of stopping even as your moans turn into gasps. 

Yeonjun doesn't think he can take much longer, and he stands so his cock hovers over your pussy and Kai's head. The change in movement makes you focus your attention on the very close Yeonjun, and you yank Kai's head back. 

A loud smack sound echos in the room when Kai is pulled away from your sensitive cunt. He looks at you as if he's going to complain, but the loud groaning of Yeonjun makes him shut up. 

"Go ahead and come on me Yeonjun. Right here." The hand that was playing with your boobs comes down to spread your lower lips open. You avoid your nub while you rub yourself, still too delicate to be touched.

"On my favorite pussy." It's the last coherent sentence Yeonjun says when he cums. His hot spurts land on your lower stomach, your pussy, and the inner parts of your thighs. His thighs shake and he throws his head back as he continues pumping himself. You smear his arousal over your pelvis, bringing a finger to your tongue for a taste. 

You moaned around your digit, "Mmm, so much for me."

Kai does nothing but watch as another man defiles you. The jealousy is strong in his body, he can feel the heaviness in his chest. Still, you keep your eyes on Kai. He can see the mischievousness and teasing behind them, and for some reason he feels like you enjoy his envy. 

Once Yeonjun comes down from his high, he finally notices the mess on your cunt. "Hold on, lemme get you a towel." 

"That won't be necessary. You know what to do Hyuka." There's no resistance in his eyes when Kai sticks his tongue out to clean you up. You can practically feel Yeonjun's jaw drop, disbelief in his features. 

"No shit."

Kai's hot tongue promptly licks you up, collecting Yeonjun's cum. You can see Kai scrunch his nose up at the taste, making you giggle. His mouth travels to your stomach, your thighs, and your pussy as he wipes any trace of arousal from you.

"I've trained him well huh? Little puppy just for me," you hum when Kai rolls your bud gently over his tongue. 

"This is my favorite part," you say giddily once Kai has collected all the cum in his mouth. 

Kai opens his mouth to reveal the white release he's gathered. His eyes sting from the unfamiliar saltiness, but he keeps his tongue out to show you and Yeonjun his hard work. You purr at the sight, sitting up to grab a hold on Kai's face.

You squeeze his cheeks together and force his head to face Yeonjun who's gaping at the sight. 

"Swallow."

Unable to keep his eyes open, Kai swallows thickly. You can hear Yeonjun groan at the sight, his soft dick twitching. 

You give a few gentle slaps to Kai's face and peck his cheek. "That's my good boy~"

a/n: here's the 2nd part to the huening kai series! I hope ya'll like it! no idea what I'd do for the 3rd part, lmao proofreader/editor: @then-make-me (thank you!!)

update: third part here

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[psychee92]

How Azriel/Elain in the Bonus POV mirror Ruhn/Lidia in HOFAS | Spoilers

I haven't posted anything in years, but the release of HOFAS—and all the crumbs we've gotten, everything we've learned that will directly impact future ACOTAR events—brought me back.

I might post more in the upcoming weeks, but wanted to first share something with my Elriels because I'm tired of the narrative being spun about Azriel's Bonus POV.

Beware: HOFAS spoilers under the cut

This is a scene between Ruhn and Lidia. It reminded me a lot of what happens between Azriel and Elain in his bonus POV, including how they react to each other.

He took one more step, and he could see her trembling. With fear or restraint, he had no idea. “Lidia,” he murmured, in front of her at last, and she closed her eyes, the pulse in her throat fluttering. Her scent shifted—like flowers unfurling under the morning sun. That scent was pure arousal. His cock tightened painfully.

vs.

Azriel's fingers lingered at her nape, atop the first knob of her spine. Slowly, Elain pivoted into his touch. Until his palm lay flat against her neck. 

Azriel's cock strained behind his pants, aching so fiercely he could hardly think. He prayed she didn't peer down. Prayed she didn't understand the shift in his scent. 

And

He didn’t care that they were in the middle of a hallway with his awful cousins running amok. He slid a hand onto her waist, nearly groaning at the steep curve, the way it fit his hand perfectly.

vs.

Wrong -- it was so wrong.  

He didn't care.

He nearly groaned with relief and need as he lowered his head toward hers. 

And

She kept her eyes closed, her pulse still flickering. So he took his other hand and tilted her head to the side. Leaned down and brushed his mouth over that fluttering spot.

Her breathing hitched, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. She tasted … fuck. He needed more. His teeth grazed the soft skin of her throat, and his tongue skimmed along the space just under her ear. His cock throbbed in answer.

vs.

Azriel's hand slid up her neck, burying in her thick hair. Tilting her face the way he wanted it. Elain's mouth parted slightly, her eyes scanning his before fluttering shut.  

Her arousal drifted up to him, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sweet scent. He'd beg on his knees for a chance to taste it. But Azriel just stroked her neck again.  

And

Her body loosened, pliant in his hands, and her head tipped a little further to the side. An invitation. He licked up the column of her throat, hand drifting from her waist down to her ass—

vs.

"Yes," he said, his thumb sweeping in long strokes along the side of her throat. 

Elain shuddered, drifting closer. So close one deep breath would brush her breasts against his chest.

Offer and permission.

And

She stiffened. Pulled away.

He stood there like a fucking moron, panting slightly, cock fully hard and straining against his pants, and she just … stared at him. Wide-eyed.

“I …” He had no idea what to say. What to do.

vs.

Rhys vanished, and Azriel was left standing before Elain, who still awaited his kiss. His stomach twisted as he pulled his hand from her hair  and stepped back. Forced himself to say, "This was a mistake.”

She opened her eyes, hurt and confusion warring there before she whispered, "I’m sorry."

“You don't -- Don't apologize,” he managed to say. "Never apologize. It's I who should…”

And

“Good night,” he rasped, and turned to his own room before he could make a greater fool of himself.

She didn’t stop him.

vs.

He shook his head, unable to stand the bleakness he'd brought to her expression. "Goodnight.”

Azriel winnowed into shadows before she could say anything

And the part that caught my attention the most:

His head swam. This female had so much blood on her hands, yet—

vs.

[...] that he knew she had no idea that he had done unspeakable things that sullied his hands far beyond their scars. 

The funny thing is, the Ruhn and Lidia interaction is VERY similar to the Nesta/Cassian interaction in Cassian's bonus POV—AND an interaction between Rowan and Aelin. And yet, some still refuse to see what's right in front of them.

Either way, HOFAS has been amazing so far, and I cannot wait to see what the future will hold.

#elriel #pro elriel #pro elain #hofas spoilers #daynight

[grey342]

But daddy I love him

Dbf! Phil Wenneck x reader

synopsis - An innocent, family friendly barbecue soon turns dirty at the return of your fathers best friend from college..

warnings - MDNI 18+ content, Age gap (reader is 19, Phil is in his early 30s), (VERY) fast paced, thigh riding (kinda), Phil talking you through it, daddy kink and unprotected sex.

authors note - This post is in celebration of 100 followers 🎉 I can’t thank you all enough, so sorry again for my absence. I will hopefully be posting (semi-) regularly again, let me know what you thought of this in the comments and my requests are always open ❤️

please do not steal my work - belongs to @grey342

Oh. My. God

Your jaw almost drops to the floor with how wide you open it. You don't believe it's him when he first walks through the door, it's been so long since you’ve seen him. Too long in fact.

Phil Wenneck. Your dad’s best friend in college, you haven’t seen him since you were thirteen and he moved away to LA. Even back then you had a childish crush on him.

But now that childish crush was replaced by a salacious need. His eyes raked down your body, his tongue poking through his cheek. It seemed your lust for him was very much reciprocated. You walk over to him, slightly popping your chest out, and as you got closer you noticed his signature smirk plastered on his face.

"Well haven't you grown up?" He says, eyes never leaving your chest.

"I could say the same to you." You retaliate, he chuckles.

"See you still have the same attitude." He takes a swig from his beer. You focus on the way his adam apple bobs, your core clenching.

"And you're still a raging ass." He lets out a real laugh after that, it's quickly become your new favourite sound.

"You kiss your daddy with that mouth." He straightens, towering over you.

"Wouldn't you like to know," you smile up at him, "i'm gonna go inside. Maybe get a snack, wanna come with?" His eyes scan over your face, licking his lips as he nods.

You make sure to sway your hips when walking to the kitchen, knowing he would be tracing your every move. He scans your surroundings as you open the fridge door and say:

"What do you want fruit? Chips and di-" He grips your waist and presses his lips against yours. You immediately wrap your arms around his neck and lace your fingers in the hair at the base of his skull.

He groans into your mouth and places his thigh between your legs, you moan at the contact.

"You like that huh?" He says against your lips, sharing breaths. You nod your head, face scrunched in pleasure.

"Yeah I thought so," he slowly starts to guide your hips over his thigh, "you want me to take you right here? Bend you over the counter and pound my cock into you with everybody outside? Huh?"

"Please Phil.." You breath.

He claims your mouth again and lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He takes you into the bathroom places you down on the counter.

"Take off your shirt." He says whilst turning to lock the door. You follow his instructions and strip out of your tank top.

He turns back around and you swear he moans at the sight.

"Look at you baby," he grabs them, "but how about we get this off too hm?" He reaches behind and unclasps your bra, letting it fall to the floor. He groans grabbing your boobs and pinching your nipples.

"Phil, stop teasing," you gasp as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, "please...daddy."

He froze, you instantly panic worried you've scared him off until-

"Say it again." He rasps, eyes consumed with lust.

"Daddy-" He rips your shorts off, along with your panties and his pants. He pumps his dick a few times before rubbing the tip on your clit. You groan at the same time until he pulls back.

"Shit, are there any cond-"

"I'm on the pill, I was tested last week and it came back negative." You cut him off, he smirks back at you and rests his forehead on yours before slowly sliding into you. You gasp, he was big.

"Holy shit.." You moan, as he begins to thrust into you mercilessly.

"Yeah," he groans, "bet you've never had a dick this big before huh?" You rapidly shake your head, moving your hands underneath his shirt and rake your nails down his back.

His hand reaches down to rub and pinch your clit, you squirm underneath him.

"Come on baby give it to me," he rasps, "y'gonna cum for daddy hm.." He trails off getting lost in the way your pussy is clenching, pulling him in deeper.

"Fuck, daddy please." You feel the knot in your lower stomach begin to tighten. You claim his lips with yours once more as his other hand reaches up to pinch your nipple.

You throw your head back, mouth wide open with lewd noises spilling from it. Phil takes the opportunity to kiss and suck on your neck. You're certain there will be hickies left there for you to cherish this moment later.

He pounds into you relentlessly, knowing how close you are. You wouldn't be surprised if you were drawing blood with how deep your digging into his back. Your moans are getting louder and louder. His hand rubs faster on your clit and his head leans down, mouth clasping around your nipple.

"Fuck, Phil!" You cry out, legs shaking as the pleasure ripples through.

"That's it honey, that's it, good girl." He encourages, his hands gently rubbing your thighs. He allows you to come down from your high before picking you up and flipping you over. Your front pressing against the counter.

"Now," he slowly starts to thrust again, "two more."

You look at him through the mirror and give him a dopey smile, knowing you have a long night ahead of you.

#bradley cooper #bradley cooper x reader #phil wenneck #phil wenneck x reader #the hangover #x reader #smut #send asks #love #grey342

[writingdumpster]

not afraid

pairing: Bob Floyd x gn!reader (no pronouns)

warnings: none

summary: kinda the opposite of the 1D song 'She's Not Afraid." reader is afraid of a horror movie. Just fluffy little fluff tbh.

word count: 1.2k

A/N: Sorry that I haven't posted in so long. I don't know how much more frequent it's going to be but for now I have some time off, so it might be a little more. Thanks to everyone who's been reading my work even without me making new content. Love y'all.

Bob remembered the day you asked him out as clear as day. You worked in his favorite second hand bookstore. He had developed quite the crush on you and had acquired stacks of unread books all over his apartment. Some of them he had picked up without giving them a second look and spent the rest of his visit making small talk with you. One pile was dedicated to the books you had recommended him. That stack didn’t have the dust that the others did sitting atop the books. It had been about a month of him visiting the bookstore a couple times a week. 

The day you asked him out he had lingered in the mystery section of the store. He knew it was your favorite. He was waiting, hoping you would come and suggest another book that he could read while thinking of you. You always did. Today you didn’t though, you stayed at the counter. He thought maybe you were upset with him or that he had waited too long to make a move. He finally picked a book, one by an author he thought you had picked for him before.

“Hi, Bob,” you greeted when he got to the counter. 

“Hi,” he replied. You smiled at the anxiety present in his voice. He was trying to come up with the words to ask you out as you scanned the book. He handed you his card in silence and you wrapped the book up in paper and handed him back his card. You smiled at him. He looked back at you, his mouth slightly open. 

“Do you–um–I mean…” Bob blushed brightly. He looked down at his feet. 

“Do you want to go out with me?” You asked him. Bob turned his head up to look at you. 

“Go out with you?” He asked in disbelief. 

“Yeah, on a date. There’s a movie based on one of the books you bought here coming out this weekend. I thought we could go and then get dessert at that place you told me about last week,” you said. Bob blushed bright red. You listened to the things he said. You remembered them. You’d clearly been thinking about him too. He was thinking all of this while he stared at you blankly. You tilted your head slightly at him and Bob shook off the shock. 

“Yes. Definitely yes,” he spit out. 

“Great,” you said, holding in a chuckle. “Give me your phone number. I’ll call you tomorrow and we can figure out the details.” Bob walked out of the bookstore that night with bright red cheeks and a wide grin. He was thoroughly smitten by you and you adored his nervous energy. You didn’t mind making the first move if it meant that you got to keep making the nerdy WSO blush the way that he had the first time you helped him check out. 

The next three months of dating him had granted you just that. You kissed him first on your third date. You were the one who dragged him into your apartment when you spent your first night together. You were the one who asked him to be exclusive with you. You were the one who said ‘I love you’ first. You were also the one who proposed going to the horror movie you were seeing that night. Nevertheless, you had been curling into Bob’s shoulder the whole way through the movie. When you walked out you were still clinging to him. 

“Bob, you have to sleep over. I can’t sleep alone after that,” you told him firmly.  

“‘Bob’ huh? No nickname, you must really be scared,” he teased.

“You didn’t think it was scary?” You asked. 

“A little,” he shrugged. “I don’t believe in ghosts though.” He was clearly holding back a chuckle. You were constantly telling him the bookstore you worked in was haunted. You scowled at him.

“The bookstore is haunted. If you come help me on one of the night shifts you’ll see,” you told him. He smiled at you. 

“I’ll come help you whenever you want,” Bob said. He was happy to go home with you. He had gotten slightly used to the way it felt to have you in his arms. He was considering taking up an interest in horror movies purely to land himself in more situations like this. He was enjoying the feeling of being the brave one for once. He had always been protective of you, but he had never seen you needing his protection either. You were the most confident and capable person he’d ever met. If you hadn’t been you never even would have gone on a date. 

Bob noticed the way you were lingering around him as you got ready for bed. You kept the bathroom door open while you brushed your teeth so you could have your eyes on Bob. You followed him to the kitchen when he went to get a glass of water. Bob had climbed into bed while you were taking off your jewelry. You took a deep breath as you approached the light switch. You flicked the lights off and then sprinted the short distance to your bed. You quickly tucked yourself under the covers and curled into Bob’s arms. He let out a small giggle, his chest shaking against your head. 

“What are you laughing about?” You questioned, turning to look up at him.

“It’s nothing, baby,” Bob said. You prodded him in the side. “You’re just so much braver than me about everything else,” Bob explained. “It’s funny that some CGI ghosts are what gets you.”

“It said it was based on a true story!” You defended as you snuggled closer into Bob’s chest. 

“I think they just meant that house was real,” Bob replied. You huffed in his arms. Bob let out another light chuckle. He kissed the top of your head. 

“You have to stay over tomorrow too, Bobby,” you whispered shyly. Bob smiled above you. He wasn’t sure he had ever heard you being shy about asking him for something. 

“I can do that, sweetheart,” he assured you. You tightened your hold on him and nuzzled your nose against his chest. 

“And you can’t let go of me tonight,” you requested. 

“Of course not,” he said. “The ghosts can’t get you if I’m here right?” He joked. 

“Nothing can get me if you’re here.” Bob’s heart skipped a beat. There was an honesty in your words that made him feel so warm. You trusted him to protect you. This whole time he had seen you as the brave one–the one who was leading the two of you. But there you were in his arms telling him that he was what you wanted to chase away your fears. You didn’t seem to realize what your words meant to Bob though. You let out a soft snore. He smiled to himself at the sound. 

“I love you,” Bob whispered into your hair, despite the fact that you were asleep. To his surprise you shifted in his arms. You leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to his chest. When you spoke it was only a mumble but Bob knew what you were saying. 

“Love you too.”

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[hotwaterandmilk]

I just want to take the time to say thank you to everyone who follows this blog and enjoys the scans I post. They're not the best, my posting is sporadic, and I have a lot of things I'd like to share that I still haven't gotten around to loading. Unfortunately between my illness and work, I tend to be limited in the amount of content I can upload and for that I am sorry.

This blog is my way of showing love for (generally) more obscure anime and shoujo manga titles that still linger in my heart after years of fandom. If I had the capacity for meta, fanwork, or translations I'd be sharing those with you as a way of shouting my love for these series from the rooftops.

Since I don't have the talent to do any of those things, I've settled on sharing what I've collected over the last couple of decades. I still love these series (including the not-so-good ones) and it means a lot to me to know that I'm not alone in loving them all these years after they were first released.

A lot has been happening IRL these past few weeks that has left me feeling a bit flat about everything. When I look at what I post on this blog I end up feeling frustrated that I can't do more or be better at this very basic thing I do. But in coming to terms with my IRL limits I'm starting to accept that being a perfectionist with my silly little scanning hobby isn't helping anything.

So, I'm going to keep posting what I can, when I can. And I'll just have fun with all of you lovely people who take the time to interact with me on here. Thanks for the support.

#personal #oh i hit a new follower milestone that’s what brought this on #lol #midlife is just like this

[thatfeelinwhenyou]

KINDRED — 31

It’s your final year of highschool, and your only goal is to graduate top of your cohort, as usual. Except as student council president, your advisor can’t seem to leave you alone. What happens when you take Decelis Academy’s top student, their star athlete and put them in front of a camera?

smau + written (2.0k words)

❥･• episode 31 — the name above me

tw! y/n’s mom

The two-week break flies by rather quickly, and you find yourself back in your school uniform on a Monday morning, realising that nothing has really changed. You had already half-convinced yourself that post-midterm would be different for you, you had hoped for clarity regarding your plans after high school. Alas, uncertainty clings to you like an unwelcome companion.

Walking onto campus, you encounter a throng of students gathered in front of the ranking boards. Right, your results are released today.

Oddly, though, the weight of your grades hasn't been preoccupying your thoughts these past two weeks like it would in the past, marking the first time in your life that you haven't been consumed by overthinking your grades or endlessly reviewing test questions, as if every time you did it you didn’t get the same exact answer.

No, you actually enjoyed your break. You allowed yourself to breathe, to embrace the carefree spirit of a high school teenager.

You went café hopping with Bora and Jungwon again, only this time you ensured a mango juice mishap did not befall you. The Powerpuff girls, including yourself, enjoyed a truly relaxing girl's day where everyone dressed up just for the joy of it. Then there was that unforgettable excursion to the amusement park; you rode the Ferris wheel for the first time as it had been a long-standing prohibition from your mother, citing its unreliability akin to your father's. Though fairly insignificant, you record as it as a ‘win’ in your books.

Before you knew it, your final term at Decelis Academy had already begun. The documentary is in its concluding stages, with tasks remaining on the itinerary, including capturing your and Jungwon's reactions to your grades, the student council's senior farewell party, Jungwon's upcoming competition, and then the final confessional.

Arriving on campus, you initially worry about being way too early but lucky for you, the camera crew had arrived hours in advance and established their vantage point on the left side of the ranking boards—the higher-scoring side. Despite their meticulous preparation, you inadvertently squeeze yourself into a group of students gathered in the middle, unintentionally defying their plans for the perfect front-row view of your reactions from every angle.

Your eyes scan the list.

74 ***

75 ***

76 ***

77 Yang Jungwon

Found it.

You let your fingers glide over the paper, seeking out his Mathematics scores. 105 out of 150. Relief floods through you, a broad smile gracing your face at his passing grade. Not just barely but with a decent score, just enough to pull him up to a C, securing his spot in the competition just 15 days from now. You’re smiling so wide, the joy evident without even knowing how you did for your own papers.

And as if you were sharing the same brain cell, you find Jungwon standing at the front of the board, his expression tense as he gazes at a name at the top. Concern brushes your thoughts, but you manage to conceal it from the cameras as you cheerfully call out, "Wonnie! You passed your Math paper, you’re going to compete in the Asian Championships!"

"I-I’m so sorry, Y/N," he stammers, a heavy silence lingering between you. Reluctantly, you follow his gaze, and there it is.

1 Lee Haerin

2 Park Y/N.

Your name, usually perched at the top, now finding itself below another.

You know Lee Haerin, she’s a familiar face from the book club, and you know this having seen her in the library more times than you could count. And you were there almost every day. You also recognise her name as someone who was consistently ranking below you, but how the tables have turned.

You don’t loathe her; surely, it isn’t her fault that your English Literature scores fell short, causing you to drop in overall rankings. Besides, it's only mid-terms, and you still have your preliminary exams to pull your grades up before the CSAT… Right?

You sense someone settling down beside you on the ledge you've chosen to occupy on the roof. You had chosen to forgo lunch, knowing you can barely keep anything down your throat at the moment. Shifting your gaze from the clusters of shops just outside the school gates, where the popular takoyaki stand beckons memories of post-school visits with your friends, you turn your attention to the person you had already half-expected to be Jungwon.

“You should eat something, even if just a little.” Jungwon places a piece of custard bread, banana milk, and a packet of your favourite gummies on your lap, almost pleading with you to eat.

“You didn’t have to.”

“Not when you look like as if the world is ending tomorrow.” Jungwon jokes, only to cough awkwardly when he realises you didn’t respond to his jokes, even with an eye-roll like you usually would.

“It might as well be. I just know my mother is going to KILL me.” You make sure to emphasise the word ‘kill.’ Because you aren’t wrong; if the world isn’t going to kill you tomorrow, your birth-giver will.

Unbeknownst to you, tears well up in your eyes, threatening to spill over. Witnessing you in such a vulnerable state tugs at Jungwon's heart; the girl he likes is breaking down in front of him and he doesn’t even know what to do. As he battles his inner thoughts, contemplating the best way to console you, he senses you clutching onto the sleeves of his uniform blazer. Pouting and fighting back tears, you say, “I’m going to be okay, right?”

“Yes, crybaby, everything is going to be okay.” You feel him begin to gently stroke your hair down to your neck, rubbing circles into the back of your ears as he makes another crybaby joke in an attempt to cheer you up.

“I’m not a crybaby,” you manage to say between hiccups and sobs, prompting Jungwon to emit a small snicker. The irony strikes you—a few weeks ago, you were in Jay’s garden comforting Jungwon as he held back tears, and now he's here comforting you in your most vulnerable state. The situation doesn’t go unnoticed by Jungwon, as he also recognises the irony of it, judging by the bittersweet way he smiles.

“Just because you fail once, doesn't mean you're gonna fail at everything.” Jungwon holds your cheek and tilts your head to face him, his thumbs swiping away fresh tears staining your cheeks.

“I don’t know… the one thing I’m good at, and I just flunked it-“

“Shh! Believe in yourself because if you don't, then who will? Life’s beautiful, and there's so much more to it than numbers on a piece of paper, Y/N. I hope you see that.”

In that moment, you realise you never really did look at your scores for the papers. Then you realise it wasn’t the scores that had you feeling worthless. Thinking back, you had already forgone looking at your scores a long time ago, as long as you stayed in that number one spot, as long as you didn’t disappoint your mother. You wanted to satisfy her, try to get her to praise you, but as your heartless mother has once said: “Why would I praise something that is supposed to be a given?”

You've spent your entire life routinely studying, evolving yourself into the machine your mother probably wished she had instead of a breathing human child—you.

In the echo of your academic routine, the fear of losing her approval looms larger than the tangible rankings you've held. The relentless pursuit of excellence, though driven by an inner desire for acknowledgment, is entangled in the web of your mother's expectations. So, what scares you isn’t the fact you no longer retained the number one spot; what scares you is disappointing the one person you craved validation from. What were you expecting? Because when the given is taken away from you, will she praise you then?

No. She’ll criticise you, blame your father, blame the documentary, and undoubtedly, she’ll gun after Jungwon. Because nothing is ever really her fault, and you knew sometime along the way that nothing will ever satisfy her, but you still try anyway. You try because you don’t know what else to do other than sticking to the status quo. Until, at least, the documentary featuring Jungwon happened.

What was initially supposed to be a pawn in your masterful plan to build your portfolio for University becomes the very documentary that breaks you out of your shell, as the looming prospect of your mother’s disapproval, like an oppressive cloud, pushes you to strive for success, even when you know it may never be enough for her.

“Eat.” You come back to your senses to find Jungwon has opened the packet of bread and shoved it into your mouth. He then watches you bite into it before he lets go to open the bottle of banana milk, handing them to you between bites of the bread.

Again, Jungwon with his overly friendly gestures that graze the delicate line between friends and something more than that. Jungwon, who once again, manages to empty your mind by babying you and treating you like a princess who needs rescuing. And he was the prince, of course, needless to say.

“You’re confusing me.” The words fly out of your mouth before you even get the chance to rethink

“Doesn’t mean I’m feeding you like a baby that you are actually one.” He teases, and you watch him as he takes a sip out of the banana milk, from the same straw you used. Pushing away the thought that you’ve just indirectly kissed him, you're just glad he didn’t catch onto the intention behind your statement.

“I feel bad that you’re here comforting me, when you should be celebrating having passed a certain Math paper after all that hard work.”

“It was your hard work as much as it was mine, Y/N.” Jungwon takes his thumb, wiping at the corner of your lips where custard from the bread had oozed out and stayed. He then brings it up to his own lips, eating it off his finger. You just indirectly kissed him, again.

Your heartbeat quickens, a symphony of excitement drowning out any lingering worries about exams or your mother. Your mind is a canvas painted with thoughts of Jungwon and his unexpected gestures that got you contemplating the possibility of him being interested in you. Surely, Yang Jungwon isn’t known for being a romantic guy, but once again, you're proven wrong; he is that guy.

This certainty solidifies as he opens the packet of gummies, deliberately picking out the red-coloured ones first, knowing that you ate them in the colour of the rainbow; a subtle detail that shows he pays attention to your preferences.

At first, they were really subtle gestures that made you realise how horribly you have misjudged him. Then came the heartfelt actions, revealing a caring side that made you question if he had always been this way. The tipping point was realising these gestures were exclusively reserved for you, unveiling sides of Jungwon that remained hidden from everyone else. While others perceived him as mundane, cold, and mysterious, you alone saw a different Yang Jungwon.

And when you see the scoreboard, someone else’s name above yours for the very first time, it shocks you to the core that you, in fact, did not care. That the first thing you sought was Jungwon’s rankings on the board, eager to know if your efforts in tutoring him paid off, if he can participate in the competition that has become crucial to him and, by extension, vital to you.

For the first time, someone else's grades mattered more than your own. This epiphany stretches beyond academic priorities, signifying that Jungwon holds a place in your life beyond the confines of friendship; that he is more than just a friend that you make him out to be.

You like him, more than you let yourself on.

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authors note: i kept my promise yall 😁😁🤟 and yes yn mom needs a whole ass tw. i’d say we are a good 10 chapters away from the finale and i’m currently considering next projects but we’ll see 👀 also do expect more written chapters, i rlly tried to reduce them as much as possible but it’s so hard to write without going into detail… BUT i’ll defo make it up with super fluffy and sweet chapters 🤭

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[caramel1mochi]

One Hazy Winter [Iso x F! Reader] [4]

[ Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 ]

Genre: Angst, fluff ‎ 

TW: Heavy depression ‎ ‎ 

Words: 5k ‎ 

Synopsis: One winter before his disappearance, you told your boyfriend Yu about a question you’ve had for so long; one even he could hardly respond to. It took many more hopeless winters for you to finally have your answer.‎ 

Note: Please don't copy or steal my work and pass it off as your own! If you'd like to use one of my headcanons or something, I'd love it if you tagged or asked. Good day! Sorry for the delay, I totally haven't been eating up the Iso stuff Valorant's posting for the past few weeks like an Iso zombie, or anything. Also I might start publishing stuff a lot more slowly with everything's coming up, but I'll try my best to keep writing! Have a good read!‎ ‎‎ ‎

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Winter, present day.

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You were tasked with showing up to work extra early today. Not that you had anything important to do, but Ying had an idea, and she always made her grand ideas your or Yu’s problem.

Mostly you, for some reason. Since she was your boss, you never really minded this. Actually, it was starting to grow on you, especially since she seemed incredibly busy with something else and didn’t have many other ways to release her stress.

It was important to note that this wasn’t all daisies and rainbows, however. This plan, though joyous for her, was pure torture for you.

Your path to work today consisted of you carrying a basket concealed at the top with some cloth as you walked down the pavement. Your mistake of not wearing gloves, combined with the brutally cold weather and the heaviness of said basket, it felt like your fingers were about to snap and fall off any second. Despite somehow surviving every single winter in your lifetime, you never bothered purchasing gloves since you had this habit of keeping your hands in your pockets.

Fuelled by a certain someone.

Your thoughts were curt once you pushed the door open, your entrance accompanied by a jingle as you moved towards the counter where Ying was. Though she was writing down a few things on her laptop, she immediately met your gaze with a grin and prioritised greeting you.

The heat inside the café enveloped you, and you immediately welcomed it with open arms whilst you moved.

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“Good morning, Y/N! Did you bring the goods?”

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Take that out of context.

You pocketed your headphones, then slammed the hefty basket on the counter to relieve yourself of the weight, a loud thud echoing through the empty and barely lit café. Then, you slipped off the cloth covering, immediately taking out its contents before she’d get a chance to peek.

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“One,”

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You placed one ripened passion fruit on the table, Ying’s eyes glimmering in excitement as she turned off her laptop and clasped her hands together.

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“Two,” you set down another, “three,” then another, “four, five, six,”

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You were careful not to set them down too hard. Despite their thick skin, you knew you could accidentally crush them. And after a whole year of tending to that cursed tree, preventing fungal infections and protecting it from anything that stood between you and a bloody good harvest, smashing the fruits was the last thing you wanted to do.

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“Fifteen.”

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You set down the final one. And by the time you looked up at Ying, her grin grew so wide it could tear her skin open with just one more fruit set to the counter.

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“Wonderful– this is amazing! I can only imagine how many desserts and drinks we can make with this!” She held one fruit and let her thumb scan the wrinkly skin. “And how’re your other trees, if I may ask?”

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With a shrug, the basket was tossed aside and you made your way behind the counter, taking out a knife from a nearby drawer. Your fingers were noticeably less stiff thanks to the heat. Though it still hurt to bend them, it wasn’t as bad as, you know, probably approaching hypothermia.

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“We have to wait until next summer for the harvest, I’m afraid.”

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“Ah, is that so? No problem; the profits we’ll make from this should make up for the time lost!”

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She noted with the same enthusiasm from the moment you showed her a single fruit.

You didn’t want to waste your time making the pies. Your task was to grow the fruit, not cook them. At least until she said otherwise. Again, Ying was your boss.

Once you put down the chopping board and knife you previously washed, she handed you the fruit and allowed you to cut into it. And with just one slice, it parted to reveal a slew of yellow deliciousness glimmering under the light, waiting to be ingested. Ying aimed for said ‘deliciousness’. You, however, already aimed to keep the seeds for yourself.

She took the sliced fruit and trotted off, letting you take the others and continue cutting into them. The silence was immediately broken, however, especially once another thing popped up in her mind.

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“I don’t want to sound like a creep, but…” she piped up from behind, “I noticed you started listening to music on the way here again.”

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You paused.

Right… The headphones. You mindlessly took them out last week and started using them whilst pruning your tree, the action comparable to pouring yourself a glass of water to go with a meal. As if there was no emotional attachment to such a thing. 

And it felt good, now that she mentioned it. No– it felt triumphant, actually. More pleasing than coming to work with a basketful of fruit with only the bustling of the streets to accompany you. Not that your taste in music was anything crazy, but, you know.

You promptly went back to slicing through the fruit. It took a great deal of effort not to let the looming sense of despondency consume you as if it were a blue whale.

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“Yeah, I… Gardening is as distracting as I remember it to be.”

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“You’re not going to drop it, are you?”

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“No, no. Not at all.”

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It gave you something to do other than sulk in bed all day. Ying took the sliced fruit with a smile you barely caught from the corner of your eye, before moving back to the counter behind you.

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“I’ve actually purchased a few other things to go along with the pies we’re making. Would you like the seeds?”

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You looked back to see her taking out a few other fruits and setting them on the crowded counter, right next to what you discovered was a colander. The colours of said fruit pleasantly stood out against the variety of beiges and the muted tones of the outside world. A few oranges sat adjacent to the sliced passion fruit from you, some store-bought passion fruit alongside those ones, and…

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“I was told oranges were your specialty a while ago. I’m hoping that’s still the case.”

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“...What lemon is that?”

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Ying paused to look back at what she’d set down, before perking up and grabbing the exact fruit you were eyeing.

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“Ah, you noticed? It’s a Meyer lemon! I had to wait for December and go so far to find them; I still somehow only managed to purchase two before they sold out.” She grinned to herself whilst handing it to you. “I don’t know how you used to get so many all the time.”

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You set down the blade, then moved to take the lemon from her, observing its familiar shape and colour. Soft, round, thin skin, and a deeper tint of yellow juxtaposed to its regular counterpart. Just how you remembered it to be.

‎ ‎

“Where’d you find them?”

‎ ‎

Ying tittered and took out another lemon, setting it alongside the pile of fruit she’d already placed.

‎ ‎

“That’s a secret. Anyhow, I’ll need to fire up the ovens now and call in a few others. I guarantee that…”

‎ ‎

She continued speaking, but you tuned her out in favour of taking in the lemon’s characteristics all over again. It’s been a while since you’ve seen one of those. Heck, it’s been a while since you were even able to stomach thinking about Meyer lemons. But now, sure, they were doing their cursed job of reminding you of Yu, but what chiefly took over your mind was how you’d be able to plant this on your balcony again. The process, the space, all of that previously buried information was now slowly digging itself out. Huh.

A cold sensation on your thumb snapped you out of your thoughts, and you looked down to realise that you accidentally dented the skin, deep enough for the juice to spill. You promptly shook your head and went back to work.

‎ ‎

❤ฺ·。

‎ ‎

It took a while for you to finally clean out all of the pots and fill them with their respective soils. And it took an even longer while for you to plant your seeds, organising them outside on the balcony, where there was more room. Your apartment was now slowly growing more and more synonymous with a forest. Plants and bushes everywhere, you swore the air also started to change the more you tended to all of it.

You stood back and proudly dusted off your hands, heaving a tired sigh in the process of catching your breath. Despite the cold temperature that poked at your skin like an army of wasps, you were still heavily sweating, and it felt like your chest was burning.

How the heck did you do this all the time without anyone’s help? You thought, but again, you were more physically capable of things like this given your… erm, better diet and mental state. Better than whatever the heck it was now before Ying convinced you to pick up gardening again. It felt like your muscles had deteriorated after a year of… well, after a year.

Whatever. If there was one thing you were going to do, it’s to return to how you were before Yu left. Maybe even better. And these plants were the first step to getting there. You took the pen and sticky notes set on a table near the corner and began writing. The ice cold temperature of said pen stung your fingers, but it’s not like that stopped you.

‘orange’, and ‘passion fruit’.

But you stopped halfway through writing the word ‘lemon’. You haven’t planted any lemons. In fact, you ran out of pots, as unbelievable as that sounded.

You wanted to plant the lemons right now. No, you needed to. If you don’t start now, how long will it take until you finally get fruit? Besides, Ying’s thirst for fresh fruit wouldn’t be quenched any time soon.

But… there was no room.

…

You sighed, and went back inside. There was one solution in mind. But that solution required a level of bravery you could never hope to achieve. And now that she mentioned it, you could hardly put on the headphones without thinking of Yu. You barely managed to plant those two fruits without being reminded of your parents over and over; how were you supposed to even think of approaching Meyer lemons?

It just seemed too ambitious. It seemed like it was too soon, especially when you were still technically grieving Yu’s disappearance.

But the idea was tempting, to plant the lemons in Yu’s backyard. His house was practically abandoned, right? It wasn’t… occupied. How could you, though? Exploit your boyfriend’s generosity like that? Not only his generosity, but for sharing something so vulnerable with you, only to be used for your own selfish goals when he wasn’t around to–

Your thoughts were interrupted once the music in your ears paused in favour of the ringtone that began playing. Someone was calling. And you rushed to your phone on the other side of the balcony, checking the name.

Ying. 

Why would she be calling you today? At night?Nevertheless, you answered and pocketed the device.

‎ ‎

“Hello?”

‎ ‎

“Good evening!”

‎ ‎

You immediately flinched at the sound of multiple plates clanking against each other. That wasn’t to mention the people speaking loudly in the background. Though far away and, quite frankly, muffled, you were too used to the serene ambient playlist you had going.

‎ ‎

"Ying, it's ten. Why're you still at work?"

‎ ‎

"You should've seen it, Y/N! People went crazy over the pastries, they– they think I put some kind of secret ingredient in there! No, in fact, they actively avoided the store-bought passion fruit; they wanted yours!" She excitedly laughed to herself. "Can you believe it? I never thought using fresh fruit could have such an effect!"

‎ ‎

You ran your fingers through your messy hair, unable to hold back the smirk that painted your features.

‎ ‎

"No kidding."

‎ ‎

"I'll give you a cut of it this month. But we're only a few sales shy of purchasing that painting! What would I do without you, Y/N?"

‎ ‎

She let out a content sigh. You noted the unwavering excitement in her voice. Heck, you even knew that her cheeks were currently twisting to accommodate a wide smile despite being on the other side of the phone. But she kept the volume of her voice low, almost as if she were holding herself back in order to maintain her air of professionalism, or whatever.

But…

‎ ‎

“Ying. We need to talk.”

‎ ‎

“Wait, just one second.”

‎ ‎

Ying muted her microphone before you could tell her about what ran through your mind. And the doubt grew the more seconds that passed. Should you really tell her what was going on, or should you just deal with it alone?

Your heart jumped out of your chest once you heard an audible thud from behind you, quickly turning to see what the noise was. But you immediately calmed down the moment you recognised the wrinkly lump that sat on the ground, barely reflecting the light off of its thick purple skin.

It was a passion fruit from the tree. You… missed one.

Ying then unmuted, snatching your attention with ease.

‎ ‎

“I’m sorry, what were we saying?”

‎ ‎

"Something about a painting. Look, there’s something important..." you glanced at the other pots as you leaned on the wall behind you, "Ying, there's no more room."

‎ ‎

"Huh? For the plants?"

‎ ‎

"Yes. My balcony is full, and I ran out of pots."

‎ ‎

"I see... And buying a new pot is not an option, is it?"

‎ ‎

"No."

‎ ‎

You sighed, running your fingers through your hair.

‎ ‎

"I– I have a solution in mind, but it's hard to swallow."

‎ ‎

Your voice shifted to a hushed whisper towards the end of that sentence, and the despondency hit you like a truck. Was this even a good idea? Was telling her a good idea? What if she shuns you for such a thing? 

‎ ‎

"What is it?"

‎ ‎

Silence settled for a moment, before you finally gathered the remnants of courage you had and spoke up.

‎ ‎

"I'm..." you started, "I'm thinking of planting the lemons in his house. In his… backyard"

‎ ‎

...

‎ ‎

"His... house?"

‎ ‎

"Yes."

‎ ‎

Crap. The silence must be indicative of shock; she must be disgusted by this selfish idea, just like you were. This was the exact reaction you were afraid o–

‎ ‎

"Ah, that's a great idea! I assume you visited his house before; do you still have the keys?"

‎ ‎

"I do. He gave them to me."

‎ ‎

"Perfect, then yes, I think you should do it!"

‎ ‎

Ying cried out in excitement, all of the professionalism she feigned melting like ice cream on a hot summer day, all because of you. Presumably in public, considering the bustling you still heard from the other side.

So much for maintaining her mellowness… 

‎ ‎

"Yu told me once about how dead his house felt, no matter what he’d do. This could be the most ideal solution to that!"

‎ ‎

"In what way is that the solution?"

‎ ‎

You said with a wry laugh as you opened the door and went back inside, but Ying wasn't bothered by your pessimism whatsoever.

‎ ‎

"Because gardening is the perfect contrast to death!"

‎ ‎

...

‎ ‎

"Pardon?"

‎ ‎

"When you strip down all of the complicated details, gardening is technically giving life to an inanimate object, Y/N! You take a seed, something no different from a– a rock– a pebble, and nurture it. You turn it into a tree, and it's amazing! It's an extraordinary process!"

‎ ‎

You were expecting her to mention the still air, how having plants there would freshen it up, or the fact that his house was generally abandoned and it would be more beneficial to just use it, but this wasn’t what was in your mind.

‎ ‎

"...Ying, look, I respect your fascination with philosophy, but this is–"

‎ ‎

"Not only that, but a tree is a being that benefits everything around it. It– it replaces the oxygen, it bears fruit, and it returns what it has taken from its environment!"

‎ ‎

"Ying."

‎ ‎

"Think about it! When you picture a ghost town, what comes to mind? Now imagine that ghost town with a touch of mother nature. Fascinating, right?"

‎ ‎

Oh my god.

She seemed far too swept away with this topic, as if these thoughts had been festering in her head for the past few months with no outlet... until you came into the picture. Wait just a second, was this why she wanted you to go back to gardening? Or maybe you were just overthinking things.

Your words, however, fell on deaf ears as you tried to drag her back down to reality.

‎ ‎

"I think you should understand how valuable gardening is, Y/N–"

‎ ‎

"Ying!"

‎ ‎

"Yes! Yes, I'm sorry, I–" She tittered, clearly embarrassed. "I must've gotten carried away."

‎ ‎

“It’s fine.”

‎ ‎

She already sounded cheesy throughout this entire ordeal, but this was starting to get out of hand. You sighed, unable to stop yourself from smiling like an idiot as you stared out the window, observing a family of three hopping on a bus.

In fact, it wasn't too far-fetched to assume that Ying had a high opinion of you for your gardening just as Yu did this whole time, and she was indirectly telling you now. What else could possibly explain this random tangent?

…An idea promptly popped up.

‎ ‎

"Look, Ying, I have to go. I need to… do something."

‎ ‎

You immediately stood up from the couch and left to take out the sealed bag full of seeds stashed deep within the kitchen’s cupboards. 

‎ ‎

“Do something?”

‎ ‎

"I'll ring you up later. We'll keep talking about this on Monday."

‎ ‎

All Ying did was successfully add on to your confusion for the past few minutes, sure, but maybe she also ignited a bit of inspiration in you, given what you were doing. Then, you turned and grabbed a few keys from your drawers, shoving them in the pockets of the thick coat you were about to wear.

‎ ‎

"Oh, I see. I’ll let you do whatever it is you want to do. And if you’d like any help, I’m one text away."

‎ ‎

Despite being on the other side of the phone, you could feel a misplaced cheeky grin force itself on her face. One that, as opposed to the merry and artless one from before, would absolutely look weird on someone as mature and mellow as her. Well, as mellow as she tried to be. She just couldn’t hold back around you, for some reason.

But it still seems like she caught on.

‎ ‎

“Break a leg out there."

‎ ‎

And with that, you closed the call and pocketed your phone, rushing down the flight of stairs. Only two more minutes until the specific bus you aimed for would arrive, and you did not want to miss it, that’s for sure.

Ying's little tangent was so incredibly cloying, it nearly gave you a headache by the end of it. She spoke like a mum who watched way too many soppy movies from the 90's... Well, you might've caught her recommending a few to your co-workers.

But it may have been exactly what you needed to get you on your feet. You were going to plant those seeds. And in her words, 'bring life back' to that house. You weren’t going to allow the pessimistic side of you convince you otherwise.

Now that you weren't in on call, you were free to take out one earbud and play music once more whilst you ran towards the closed gates.

‎ ‎

❤ฺ·。

‎ ‎

Winter, two and a half years ago.

‎ ‎

Even after a considerable amount of time had passed, Yu’s house remained just as empty as when you first visited it. ‘It’s because I moved most of my stuff to your apartment!’ he explained when you questioned him on it. But if that were the case, why were most of them blankets? Even the bloody misters he brought along were purchased from the stores situated outside of your complex.

Oh, who were you kidding? It was on par for someone like him to own only heaps of blankets and hoodies.

And even though this was your second time visiting it, the place felt lonelier than before, for some reason. The rooms felt vast, despite how tiny they really were. Mostly thanks to the echo and the lack of furniture, but that’s by the by. And that wasn’t to mention the photos strewn around the walls. More specifically, the family photos. They left an impact on you despite being few and far between.

‎ ‎

Across the living room was an arched doorway that led to what would’ve looked like a black hole had it not been for the sunlight. That’s where you two stopped whilst Yu was fiddling with his keys. And instead of letting yourself in, you allowed the dark patterned wall to lead you to something you probably shouldn’t have found so interesting.

Hung above the fireplace was a picture you could hardly see thanks to the dim colour scheme that blended in with the surrounding darkness. Nevertheless, you still managed to outline two specks of purple on a toddler’s eyes, surrounded by stunning green foliage and the Russian violet coat of a woman who carried him.

It was… Yu. Being held by, presumably, his mother. Or his grandmother; it was hard to tell. Who knew he looked like such a cute baby? Also, how the heck did his round cheeks morph into the slick jawline he has right now?

‎ ‎

“Remember how you showed me your balcony a while ago?” Yu’s voice swiftly snatched your attention, “I’d like to show you something in return.”

‎ ‎

“What is it?”

‎ ‎

He moved down the short hallway and opened a cherry door to his left, his steps muffled by the crimson carpet flooring.

‎ ‎

“I left a few keys in my bedroom, can you get them while I go to– uh, while I… do something?”

‎ ‎

He looked at you with an innocent smile, awaiting an answer. Just like the painting, his bright eyes brilliantly shimmered in the darkness. In fact, now that you’ve seen him as a baby, it became harder and harder to resist saying yes.

‎ ‎

“I'll be back.”

‎ ‎

And with that, you moved to his vacant bedroom.

Though there were bedsheets, the bed still lacked a blanket. Which, to be fair, should be expected at this point. Once you flicked the light switch, you promptly took off your shoes and stepped on the large patterned rug, nearing the dusty furniture.

Incidentally, the patterns didn’t fit his style, now that you thought about it. In fact, the entire house looked like it was decorated by someone older. Much, much older. And Yu was way too dorky to fit that criteria. But whatever.

Searching was easy at best, especially since most of the drawers on the vanity table were empty. Within a few picoseconds of opening and slamming them, you were done, and had already moved on to the closet that harboured a few hoodies at best. Where the heck was the key? ‎ ‎

“Yu, where is it?”

‎ ‎

You called out, your voice echoing through the house. And it took only a few seconds before he shouted his response from what seemed to be… outside?

‎ ‎

“On the bedside table, it should be on the right!”

‎ ‎

You sighed and moved to the one on the right.

But just as you pulled the drawer back, you heard a large gust of wind billow through the house. Accompanying that wind was a cold sensation that forced you to shiver as you searched.

‎ ‎

“What’re you doing out there, Yu?”

‎ ‎

The moment you slammed the drawer shut, he presumably closed the door as well and prevented the air from further entering.

‎ ‎

“Nothing! I’ll show you when you’re back.”

‎ ‎

‘When you’re back’, huh? Jeez, you weren’t sure whether he was preparing something cute or trying to stop a disaster from happening.

‎ ‎

“Careful. You have no idea how high my expectations are getting.”

‎ ‎

He responded with a barely audible chuckle, and your cold heart just about melted. Since the top was empty, you pulled back the bottom drawer instead. However, just as your eyes settled on the objects inside, your mind went blank.

A medallion glimmered under the weak lights above you. And despite the darkness, you could outline an hourglass symbol etched onto the reflective object. But that wasn’t what concerned you. What concerned you was the gun that sat right next to it.

Why was there a gun?

‎ ‎

“Did you find it?”

‎ ‎

You jumped and shut the drawer, turning to see him standing behind you.

‎ ‎

“Uh– no, no I haven’t.”

‎ ‎

“Really? I know I put it there.”

‎ ‎

Within a few steps, Yu already found himself right next to you, and he pulled the first drawer open, grabbing the keys that were concealed by the sharp shadows.

‎ ‎

“Here it is. It must’ve been the lights.”

‎ ‎

“I… guess it was.”

‎ ‎

There was a gun in the bottom drawer.

‎ ‎

“Are you okay? You look pale.”

‎ ‎

He cupped your cheek in his hand, wiping away a bead of sweat with his thumb. Just as he did that, however, you quickly broke the embrace and took a step back.

‎ ‎

“Yes, I’m fine. I just need some air.”

‎ ‎

He was surprised. That much, you could tell.

‎ ‎

“Oh… Okay, follow me.”

‎ ‎

He promptly led you outside and took a sharp turn to the right, leading you towards a section of the house you haven’t explored yet. But that didn’t concern you. Instead, you kept your eyes on the ground as you followed him, unable to control the questions that took over you. Why would there be a gun in his bedroom? Should you bring it up? And what about that medallion? It was next to the weapon…

Okay, maybe you were overthinking things. It could be some band, or something. Maybe the gun was fake. Heck, maybe you didn’t see a gun at all. Maybe you were–

‎ ‎

“Here, you’ll need this.”

‎ ‎

Your thoughts were knocked out of your head once you saw Yu grab something from the nearby wall and hold it up to you.

Turns out it was a robe. He took it from the nearby coat stand. Long and soft, its pristine beige tufts were highlighted by the sunlight. It was only once your eyes settled on the wooden double doors did you realise that he planned on taking you outside…

Oh. 

‎ ‎

“You have a backyard?”

‎ ‎

“Mhm.”

‎ ‎

He draped the robe over you, allowing the thin yet warm material to enfold and protect you from the oncoming wave of cold. Then, he opened the door and let in even more sunlight.

You stepped out and observed the area around you. Closed off by a fence of stone, heaven itself stood before you… if it weren’t drowning in snow. Thanks to the winter season, what would’ve been a stunning tree was instead a massive dead log that barely held itself, its branches protruding outwards in a sickly manner.

You took a few steps forward as you took in the place, allowing the fresh air to fill your lungs.

‎ ‎

“If I were you, I’d only leave this place in the winter.”

‎ ‎

“And let your fruit die?”

‎ ‎

You stopped, taking a moment to process how that related to the current conversation. And it only took a few seconds for it to click.

‎ ‎

“Is that your way of inviting me to plant here?”

‎ ‎

He shrugged innocently.

‎ ‎

“You said it. Not me.”

‎ ‎

You smiled and allowed him to pull you into a hug, your head pressing up against his chest. Despite the misapprehension that he was, ahem, ‘subtle’, he was the exact opposite.

‎ ‎

“Shouldn’t you build a swimming pool here? For summer…”

‎ ‎

“Hmm. That’s an idea.”

‎ ‎

He thoughtfully mumbled to himself, before something else caught your attention. The hoodie that he wore was loose, now that he had taken off his jacket and scarf. It revealed a good portion of his neck.

However, before you could point this out, he pulled away and spoke up once more.

‎ ‎

“I don’t like spending too much time here, to be honest. Too many… uh, memories. But maybe…” he weakly smiled, “maybe you’ll find this place more useful than I ever could.”

‎ ‎

With his hands in yours, you felt an unfamiliar texture on your palm. It was only when he pulled away that you realised that he had given you the two keys from the bedroom drawer.

‎ ‎

“These are the spare keys. You gave me yours; it’s… only fair I give you mine.”

‎ ‎

You stared at him in silence, the ice cold metal settling in the warm palm of your hand. But instead of feeling some sort of joy, you felt your stomach churn at the thought of the gun.

Even without said gun to cloud your mind, you had no idea how to feel about this. Should you be happy, sad, or relieved? How did he feel when you gave him your keys? It was as if you were unappreciative of anything he did, like sadness was the only thing your mind knew how to feel. And that wasn’t what you–

His hand landed on your shoulder, snapping you out of your panicked frenzy.

‎ ‎

“Are you okay?”

‎ ‎

You sighed. 

‎ ‎

“Yu, I–”

‎ ‎

You were torn between asking him about the gun and admitting how you felt. Either way, it was a lose-lose dichotomy.

…

You grabbed his hand, fingers interlocked like two puzzle pieces connecting.

‎ ‎

“You’re cold.”

‎ ‎

“Hm?”

‎ ‎

If you were stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea, you might as well dig yourself out, right? And that’s what you did.

You pocketed the keys, then held his hand in both of yours to check his temperature. And you were right; he was starting to get cold. Very cold.

‎ ‎

“It– it’s not that bad, Y/N. Really. The hoodie is warm enough.”

‎ ‎

“Don’t start with that. You’ll get a fever.”

‎ ‎

A misplaced grin painted his features.

‎ ‎

“Really?”

‎ ‎

You grabbed him by the collar and pulled him closer.

‎ ‎

“Shut up and come here.”  

‎ ‎

Yu lightly laughed as you wrapped the soft robe around him, bringing him to you to share your warmth. Of course the thought of you nursing him back to health was tempting to him. Knowing how cheesy he was, you’d have to be watchful so that he wouldn’t orchestrate something like that.

With his arm around your shoulder, you took out the keys again, sombrely observing their shape.

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[onigiriforears]

Hello Onigiri!

Do you have a website recommendation on buying books, Manga and light novels from Japan? I am currently addicted to Blue Lock, and wanting to buy their novels.... And at the same time, I want to buy some reading materials (especially focusing on grammar).

Thanks in advance!!! (^o^)

Hi @haku2naomi420 ! <3 I'm a huge fan of your blog and I enjoy the kanji posts! Sorry this answer took so long!

Kinokuniya USA Online

I normally buy my physical copies of manga or Seitokai bookclub books from Kinokuniya USA online. Though Kinokuniya is a Japanese company, it does have some locations in other countries. I don't live near a physical location, but I am able to order through their website. > CON: Their shipping prices are ridiculous unless you reach the min amount of free shipping. CON: They hold your entire order if a single thing isn't available yet...I've had orders take weeks longer than expected before because a single item wasn't ready yet. > PRO: You can send inquiries about books that you may not be able to find on their website, as they might be able to order it for you anyways. PRO: They sell an assortment of things in English, Japanese, and Chinese including textbooks, cookbooks, magazines, stationery, anime merch, etc. (They didn't specify if it was Mandarin or Cantonese :,) )

OMGJapan

I've ordered my N2 日本語総まとめ workbook series from them before I knew that Kinokuniya had an online store for America. The website has various textbook series alongside snacks, stationery, and graded readers. They even have textbooks for business Japanese

CDJapan

They have an array of everything! I can't remember if I've personally ordered from here when I was younger, but there are a lot of people in our server who recommend this is as well.

Amazon Japan (or Amazon [home country]) and eBay

Yes, the true evils...sometimes people are selling their used copies on there or the publishers of certain books are also posting their stores on there.

cmoa.jp

*🙋‍♀️I'm a hardcore cmoa user! They have digital copies of manga, light novels, webnovels and copies of novels on here as well. They also have some great deals and offer a ton of free manga and coupons.

@chouhatsumimi Also has a very helpful post on how to use honto.jp

I haven't used this, but @chouhatsumimi does as well as other people in our server!

bookwalker.jp

I haven't used this site, but many others have! They are also ebook sellers.

Verasia.eu

This site has been recommended by our European server members. The website also boasts itself as the ideal shop for Japanese learners.

The infamous Z-library (lmao) for out of print things

Surprisingly, a book that Kinokuniya told me they couldn't acquire because it was out of print was available on Z-Library...somebody was willing to destroy their copy to scan and upload it on there.

If there's also a specific grammar book or series that you're looking for, message me because I might be able to find it somewhere online! (Or I might already have it.)

Shameless plug: starting Apr 2023, the Seitokai Server will be reading かがみの孤城 if anyone is interested

#onigiri replies #onigiri answers #haku2naomi420 #sorry this is so late #asks #thanks for sending me an ask #replies #resources #websites #reading resources

[historia-vitae-magistras]

12 for the disaster boy Matthew please 🙏🏽

Very short, very shitty, very dialogue heavy but it is fic so it is getting posted.

London, 21st Century

"You look like you haven't slept in days."

"I'm just a little jetlagged," Matthew demurred from Arthur's intense scan, holding the mug closer to his body. He was utterly washed out, even fresh from a hot shower, and Arthur resisted the urge to feel his forehead, settling for pouring out more tea.

"Looks a touch more than that."

His boy snorted. "Like you'd know what a well-rested person looks like."

"I'll have you know I've gotten at least 5 hours every night this week."

"You and Uncle Rhys getting hammered and passing out in the parlour watching Coronation Street for a week straight doesn't count as healthy sleep habits."

"Cheeky little—" Arthur gave him a tender smack upside the head. "I'll have you know I got a prescription for it."

"What, you're legally chugging laudanum now? Zee will love that.

"You've got a bloody attitude about you today,"

"Sorry." Matt returned automatically. "I'm tired."

"Sleep then."

"I'll just keep myself awake tonight."

"I somehow doubt that. How many time zones have you been in the last few weeks? If you're this mouthy, it must be at least seven."

"I'm not being mouthy."

"Aren't you?" Arthur snorted and ruffled his hair. His hand lingered there, and he rested the back of his hand on the boy's forehead, surprised if pleased to find it cool to the touch. "I swear your external affairs swings you around the planet like a ball on the cricket pitch. A few extra hours of sleep can't do you any harm."

Matthew looked at him, surprised and a little suspicious. "Don't you need the study?"

"If I do, it's not as if I'd wake you up. The laptops these days are far quieter than the typewriters, god knows,"

"Are you sure?" Matthew scrubbed damp curls off his forehead.

"Yes, Christ, now go lay down before you fall over."

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[transizzyhands]

hey look it's the first 2,000 words or so of this post-El Camino fic ive been working on

After 26 years in the desert, the first big adjustment was coping with the cold. Sure, it got cold in New Mexico, but it was nothing compared to Alaska's bitter freezes. Back when Alaska was just an idea in his head, he thought he could handle it. Oversized hoodies and beanies pulled low over his ears had been his wardrobe since he was a teenager, after all—they should have served him well up north.

Not so much. Less than a week after he arrived, after a night of shivering himself awake next to the wood stove, he got into the truck and headed into town.

It was a small town, vastly different from Albuquerque's busy streets and sprawling neighborhoods. Most of the vehicles around here were old trucks and Jeeps, bodies half-rusted away, with the occasional Subaru or SUV parked along the street. Small cars didn't fare well in the snow. Before the next big snowfall, he'd have to get chains. First things first, though: more layers.

A storefront called SNOWBUSTER'S EMPORIUM caught his eye. In the windows, a headless mannequin modeled a fur-lined parka and matching trousers, with a scarf around its neck and sturdy boots. He cut the engine halfway down the street and headed inside.

The bell over the door rang out, punctuating the classic rock playing softly over hidden speakers. “Hey, Joe!” came a woman's voice, but he couldn't see anyone.

“Uh. Not Joe. Sorry,” he said.

A head poked up from behind a rack of sweaters. “Oh! Nope, definitely not.” The woman, dark-haired and dark-eyed, shot him a mischievous grin. “Sorry about that.” She stepped out from behind the rack and approached him. “I'm Ness. New in Haines?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, let me know if I can help you find anything, okay?” She looked friendly enough, in her early forties with her dark hair in twin braids and a light-green flannel shirt buttoned high. “Passing through or staying?”

“Haven't decided,” he said. That, at least, wasn't a lie.

“This is a nice town. We always welcome a friendly face. How long have you been here?”

“Few days.”

“How do you like it so far?” As Ness spoke, she moved around the store, straightening displays or re-folding scarves.

“Not bad. A little cold at night.”

She hummed in agreement. “Staying warm at night is tricky. I always recommend getting a dog for that. But if you're allergic to dogs or you're not interested in getting one, there's always long johns! Back here.”

After a brief hesitation, he followed her to the back of the store and she gestured to a rickety shelf stacked with folded long johns. “Take a look back here, and if you don't find something you like, we can always special order something for you. It'll take a couple weeks to get in, but it's worth it. Welcome to town.” She stuck out her hand.

He shook it. “Thanks. Lucas,” he added.

Her smile widened. “Nice to meet you, Lucas. If you need me, I'll be up at the register. Just holler.” She went back to the front, leaving him to stare at the woolen clothing in silence.

But his attention just shifted right back to the shelves. They were splintering, half-eaten away, and looked like they were a rough sneeze away from falling apart. Flimsy plywood held together with wood glue and prayers. Before he could stop himself, he called over, “Where'd you get these shelves?”

Ness propped herself up on her elbows, leaning against the front case. “Why?”

“Hope you didn't pay too much for 'em, or I'd say you got ripped off.”

An eyebrow went up along with a small smile. “And how much would be too much?”

He scanned the rest of the store, eyeing the shelves in the walls. “Fifty bucks.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Yeah.” A horrible thought struck him. “You didn't make 'em yourself, did you?”

“No, I didn't make them.”

“Oh. Okay.” His heart rate started to return to normal.

“My brother did,” Ness finished as the bell above the door chimed out again.

“Your brother did what?” asked the man who'd pushed open the door. He wasn't particularly tall, maybe three inches taller than him, but his wide build, grown-out beard, and intense stare all immediately indicated that he was not someone to be messed with.

“Apparently, my brother is a piss-poor carpenter.”

“No, wait—that's not what I said,” he protested, silently kicking himself. He'd been in town less than a week, in this store less than five minutes, and he was already making an ass of himself. How the fuck was he supposed to keep himself out of trouble when he couldn't last a day with regular people?

“Lucas, this is Joe, my brother. We own the store.”

“I'm... sorry,” he mumbled, starting to skirt around the edge of the store toward the other door. His first, panicked reaction was to go for the gun in his waistband—the gun he didn't have on him. “I have this bad habit, I talk too much—look, I'll just leave and I won't bother you again.”

“That one doesn't open,” Joe said, his beard twitching.

“Ah.” He couldn't get a read on Joe's expression, but he didn't want to look too closely at him, either. “Are you gonna let me go?”

The siblings exchanged a look and then Joe stepped away from the door.

He took the opening presented and bolted before they could change their minds.

The snow crunched under his stiff boots, heavier on his feet than he was used to. Discomfort came from unexpected angles, from the cold against his scalp and the tug of still-healing scars when he talked, to tight new boots that hadn't broken in yet and an ache that went bone-deep when he bent his left knee. He focused on that to keep from panicking, focused on the key digging into his palm as he finally drew level with the truck.

The engine hadn't cooled much, so the air that blasted him was still warm. He fumbled through his unfamiliar pockets until he found his cigarettes and lighter. Maybe one day he'd quit, but right now, he didn't care. There was no guarantee he'd even make it to 30 anyway.

He needed a drink to calm himself down, but the idea of drinking alone after spending the better part of a year alone was enough to drive him crazy on its own. So going to a bar was the best option.

Fortunately, he didn't have to drive far. Barely a block away, he pulled into a practically-empty parking lot and went inside. It wasn't the sleaziest dive he'd been to, but it was up there. The dim lighting inside obscured anything farther than ten feet away. In some dark corner, only the quiet click of pool balls cracking together indicated a game of billiards. Despite the NO SMOKING sign behind the bar, an old-timer sat at a far table with a fat cigar burning. He went up to the bar, vacant aside from one bleary-eyed patron, and flagged down the bartender. “Jack and Coke.”

“ID.”

He slid his license across the bar top. The bartender's eyes scanned the name, the photo, the birthdate. “Sure thing, Mr. Driscoll. Five bucks.” She slid it back to him.

“Isn't it ten?” he asked, pointing to the prices listed above the bar.

“Happy Hour started at four. Jeez,” the bartender added. “Never heard a guy complain about a cheap drink before.” She pulled out a glass and started pouring, then nodded at someone over his head.

Before he could turn around to look, another body was in his space, sliding onto the stool next to his. “Just put it on my tab, Ruthie.”

“Sure thing. Anything for you? Get you your usual?”

“Nah, I'll just be a minute.” Leather creaked as weight shifted. “Never did get a chance to properly make your acquaintance. Joseph Parker. Everyone calls me Joe. Nella said you're Lucas?”

He swallowed and forced himself to look at Joe. “Yeah. Luke is good too.” It brought Luke Skywalker to mind. Badger and Skinny Pete were Trekkies if anything, but he'd always preferred Star Wars.

“Luke.” It looked like Joe was grinning, but it was hard to tell for sure.

“Yeah. Luke. My last name's Driscoll, though. Not anything cool, like Skywalker.”

Joe laughed, a big and genuine laugh, and Luke took a swig of his Jack and Coke to hide his sigh of relief.

“So, like... what are you doing here? You didn't follow me here just to buy me a drink, did you?”

Joe nodded slowly and lightly tapped his pinkie and ring fingers on the slick wood of the bar top. “You're right. I just wanted to—look, are you okay? When you left the store, you looked like you were about to pass out.”

“Huh?”

“What you said? 'You gonna let me go?' You were shaking like a Chihuahua.”

“But your sister said—”

Joe waved dismissively. “Ness was messing with me, that's all. That's what she does. I know those shelves're garbage. They've been like that for ten years. We fight about them all the time.”

“So why don't you just replace them?”

“You'll have to ask her that. Sometimes it feels like the only way they'll get fixed is if someone does it overnight.” He propped himself by his elbow. “Bah, it's not that important. Listen, there's no hard feelings, Luke. You gave a fair and moreover honest assessment of my work. It don't bother me any. Besides, if you keep talking to Ness about it, you might be able to help me convince her to replace them.” Joe got to his feet and held out his hand. “Come on back sometime and we'll take care of you.”

He shook Joe's hand. “Yeah, for sure. I'll be back.”

“Cool. See you around, Luke.” He stepped away, his hand lingering a fraction of a second longer in Luke's, and Luke swore his heart missed a beat but by the time he processed it, Joe was out the door.

He swirled his drink for a moment and then took another swig, grimacing slightly at the burning tang of whiskey.

“Well, since Joe's paying, want another?” Ruthie asked.

“He's really not gonna kick my ass?”

“Who, Joe? He's a big cuddly kitty-cat. Besides, I wouldn't offer if it was gonna be a problem. So how 'bout it?”

He stared into the glass for a few seconds and then finished it off. “Yeah, sure.”

“Great.” She mixed up another and swapped out the glasses. “Here. So, I'm gathering that you're new around Haines. Makes sense, I've never seen you before. You hanging around?”

“Haven't decided. I haven't unpacked yet, if that's what you mean.”

“Well, why not?”

“I don't know.”

“Think you could stay for, say, a month?”

That wasn't what he expected. “For what?”

“Well, if I'm being honest, it's a little boring. Everyone knows everyone. Kind of a relief to get some fresh blood in here.”

Something about that comment put him on-edge. “You're not... uh, vampires, are you?”

Ruthie laughed so hard she cried. Neither of the other two bar patrons even looked over at them.

“I'm guessing that means no.”

Her giggles slowly subsiding, she wiped her eyes with the back of her wrists. “No, no vampires in this town that I know of.”

“Werewolves?”

Ruthie looked like she was going to lose it again. “Luke, I need your help to get Joe a date. This isn't a monster movie. Not to imply the two are mutually exclusive or anything.”

“Why do you need my help?”

“Because you're exciting, you're bright, shiny, and new, and you're probably looking for new friends of your own anyway, right? So it's a win-win.”

“Sure. So what's your angle in this?”

“What makes you think I have one?”

“Just seems a little weird, you know? Asking a stranger for help setting up your friend.”

“What? Come on, I bet you're a great wingman. But listen, hey. He's a good guy. He just needs to shake it up a bit. Stranger from out of town sounds like the perfect way to do that. But, hey, if you're not interested, no problem.”

There was only one right answer to this, and the wrong answer felt dangerous. But there was a tug in his chest, something telling him to stay. So he compromised. “I'll think about it, okay?”

Ruthie nodded appreciatively. “That's more than I can rightly ask a stranger.”

#brba fanfiction #jesse pinkman #el camino spoilers

[leelee10898]

Dancing with our hands tied.

Book: TRR/ROE

Pairing: Leo x F!OC

Word count: 1,339

Warnings: swearing, but mostly fluff

Setting: This is a flash back to Leo's social season, before Madeline was chosen and before he ran off to go on a cruise.

A/N: Life has been super crazy, with the end of the school year, holidays and work I haven't had much time to write. I quickly got this together to post so, sorry for any errors. 😬

A/N 2: I have an idea for this to become a series of some sort. More details to come. Also as always if you'd like to be added to the tags, let me know.

This was written for @choicesflashfics using the prompts;

"How long have you been standing there?"

"You're allowed to fall apart a little."

"That's all I really want and need. Some time with just you "

Song inspiration:

The social season was well underway, just a few short weeks and he would be forced to choose a bride. Five suitors from five noble houses across the country and globe with Cordonian ties all vying for his hand. He should be gloating about having five women throw themselves at him, wanting a piece of whatever attention he chose to give, and under normal circumstances he would relish in it. He was dubbed the playboy prince after all but this was something else entirely.  The desperation in their voices when he spoke to them, some doing a better job than most if their words didn't give them away their faces told it all. He was trained to read people from a very young age, body language, and touch, all tell a story and these women wanted one thing, the crown. 

Leo stood in the middle of a crowded room speaking to Lady Jessica and her parents Lord and Lady Britton. Jessica was one of his suitors, as he listened to Lady Britton ramble on about being a suitor during Constantine's first social season, he felt the panic spread through his chest. Of course, she didn't leave out the part where Constantine chose his mother, the mother who couldn't cut it as a Royal and fled, leaving him behind. Lord Britton seemed to have enough of his wife's antics he cleared his throat at the mention of Lady Britton's talents of playing the flute. 

"Yes, Our Jessica is also very talented in the musical area. She mastered playing the piano at the age of four. Isn't that right, Jessica?" He turned his attention towards his daughter. 

"Why yes, Father. That is correct. I am also skilled in archery, ballet, and painting." She answered right on cue, giving a shy smile and batting her eyes. 

"All wonderful skills a wife should possess, wouldn't you agree your highness?" Lord Britton's attention was now on him. 

"Why yes, Lord Britton. I agree, all wonderful talents." Leo politely answered, desperate to find a way out of his current conversation. 

"Splendid?" Lord Britton laughed before turning serious.  "The end of the social season is quickly approaching, if I may be so bold as to ask, have you made a decision yet?" 

The panic now had spread throughout his body, his nerve endings were tingling and his hands began to sweat. "No. I have not come to a decision yet." Leo carefully chose his words, "The decision does not come lightly, choosing Cordonias next queen is something to be taken seriously, I intend to take careful consideration in choosing my future bride." He settled on a quick, sharp answer, in hopes to shut him up; it seems to have worked as he watched the fear flash before lord Britton's eyes. He nodded stiffly. "Of course your highness." 

Leo hated making small talk with the suitor's parents, his eyes did a quick scan of the room and finally, he spotted his out. 

"Now if you will excuse me, there is a matter that requires my attention." Leo cut the conversation off at the knees, he turned to leave, "Lord Britton, Lady Britton, Lady Jessica." He nodded to the three quickly walking through the ballroom and disappearing behind a door on the far side. He walked down the long hall and into one of the studies his father often used to discuss private matters during events.

He stripped his jacket off immediately, tossing it onto the floor, loosening his tie as he paced the room. Breathing in and out he gripped a hold of the tie yanking it free from his neck. Leo walked over to the bar cart and poured a large glass of scotch, quickly letting the contents burn its way down his throat. 

"It's too much. To much. I, Im not cut out for this. I can't do this." He began to pace, grabbing a fist full of his hair and letting out a frustrated growl.  He turned, stopping dead in his tracks to find a beautiful brunette standing there with a nervous look on her face. Lady Ava was attending the social season with her uncle, one of Constantine's Allies from Australia. She and Leo had grown close during the season, and while she wasn't one of his suitors, he still found ways to be around her. 

"I'm sorry, I. I should go." Ava stammered, averting her eyes. 

"How long have you been standing there?" Leo breathed out. 

"Not long." She quickly answered, casting her eyes to the side. 

"Long enough I'm sure." He let out a sarcastic chuckle. "Well, I guess you'll be running for the hills now. Now that you know what a freak show I am." 

"Is that what you want?" Her question threw him off, guard.  It wasn't a question he was asked often, no one took into consideration his wants. 

"I don't understand." Her question confused him. 

"I didn't think it was a hard question." Ava closed the door and made her way across the room. "Do you want me to leave? Is that what you want?" 

Leo stood there staring at her. Out of all his suitors, she was the only one he made a real connection with only she wasn't a suitor. "No." He finally answered. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" She questioned and he shook his head. 

"What do you want me to say? I fell apart, I lost my composure, I cracked under pressure, what a fucking great king I'll make." He let out another sarcastic snort. 

Ava closed the distance between them, "You're allowed to fall apart a little." She placed a comforting hand on his arm. "Even the best of us fall apart sometimes, I know this has to be hard, I can't begin to imagine what you are going through. I know this isn't what you wanted out of life." 

"It isn't but, it's what I was born to do, literally. I don't get a say, what I want doesn't matter. I don't get time to myself. " He turned away to stare out the window. 

"It matters to me." She spoke and he turned to look at her again. "Is that what you want? Time alone? Because right now, you're not in a ballroom, it's just the two of us." 

Leo crossed the room closing the distance between the two of them. He reached out softly cupping her face with his hands. "That's all I really want and need. Some time with just you." He lowered his voice, eyes searching her face.

"Leo." She breathed out, closing her eyes. 

"You're the only one who gets me here, you see me as more than a crown." Leo lifted her chin forcing her to look at him. 

"Because you are more than a crown. You're more than all of this." She motioned around to nothing.  "At the end of all of this, when you make your choice, Just remember that the crown doesn't make the man. You can shape yourself and this country in whatever way you see it." Ava smiled at him and with that Leo leaned in claiming her lips in a soft kiss, before pulling away and resting his forehead on hers. 

"I do not know what the next few weeks will hold," he spoke. "But just know that you are special to me, Ava." 

Ava wrapped her arms tightly around Leo's waist. The two stayed that way for a few minutes before reluctantly pulling apart. 

"We should probably get back before someone notices we are both missing. What a scandal that would cause." She giggled.  

"If it's a scandal you're looking for, I can arrange for something more worth it than a hug." Leo waggled his brows which earned and eye roll. 

"You sir, are diabolical. Now Let's go." She motioned towards the door. 

"Its all I have going for me and wouldn't want to be any other way." Leo shrugged and smiled. He wasn't sure who he would end up with at the end of the season but he would hold her memory for a lifetime.

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[mokutone]

are you going to post your comics without context? i haven't slept in months thinking about it 😭!!

oh my god i'm so sorry—somehow i missed this ask!! i am going to, one day, i promise! i've been busy with a lot of other projects and some real life stuff too, so this blog has been a lot slower and a lot quieter than it usually is, but depending on which comics you mean, i've actually had them on my work table right beside me for weeks!

there are, as far as i can recall, 3 unfinished comics (aside from the penciled ones for TenDaysofTenzo, which were posted in an incomplete state, but in full, I'll describe the 3 I'm thinking of below and where they are in their production process. If any of them are the ones you're thinking of, I hope it brings you some peace of mind.

—Kakashi and Yamato are sitting on a tree in cloaks. Yamato is teasing Kakashi about something, and he appears to have hit a nerve! (This is half-inked! It will be digitally colored/shaded, I think.)

—TOP SURGERY SCAR TALKS WITH KAKASHI! (this one is FULLY inked but i want it to be colored with watercolors. The permanence of that decision is making me nervous, so, despite having scanned it in, I'm hesitating on pushing forward.)

—anbu era Kakashi sacrifices himself for Tenzō and Tenzō is furious about it (this is in the pencil stages, unfinished, narsty looking and only halfway plotted out)

thank you so much for asking though!!! i'm really flattered that you care so much about my comics to wonder about them!!!

#yamswers

[who-actually-cares-anymore]

Snuffles - Sirius Black x Reader

AN - Sorry about the wait, life got in the way. I hope this is okay for my first story ever posted. Please be nice and leave some comments on what I can do better. Thank you for being patient!

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I've been friends with the Marauders since our first year. I found out about Remus's secret on my own, recognizing the symptoms from one of our textbooks. I confronted him about it, and he confessed.

It's been a few years since then, and we're in our 6th year. Whenever I have a bad day, you can find me in the Marauders room, guaranteed. Today has been one such day. A group of Slytherins cheated off me on an exam, and we all got zeros. Then, the same group of Slytherins followed me out of class and mocked me until I got to my next class.

I push open the door to the Marauders room. I've just walked in since they told me in 5th year that I didn't need to knock. I have tears in my eyes as I take a step in, scanning the room automatically. Almost immediately, my eyes come to rest on a dog.

I let out a gasp and a squeal.

"Ohmigod, is that a dog!?" The words all bleed into each other a little as they tumble out of my mouth.

Every head in the room snaps up at the sound of my voice. I quickly close the door.

"Y/N! What are you doing here?" James inquires haltingly.

"I've had a bad day, and I came to rant." I mutter as if it were nothing. "Where'd you get the dog?"

"Uh…" Peter obviously looks very uncomfortable.

"We found him," Remus decides.

"Yes! He was wandering the castle grounds," James inputs. "We've decided to name him Snuffles."

I smile.

"Aww, that's adorable! Can I pet him?"

They all look highly amused by my request.

"I suppose that's up to Snuffles, isn't it?" James smirks.

I approach Snuffles and offer him my hand to sniff. He nudges my hand after a few seconds, and I smile in glee, petting him immediately.

His fur has a slightly different texture to my dogs' at home. It feels more like human hair than dog fur, yet still soft. It reminds me of Sirius's hair.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" Remus questions.

"It's just… does Snuffles' fur feel weird to you? It doesn't quite match the texture of my dogs' fur back home."

"Well, maybe you've got different types of dogs," Peter offers.

"I've got seven of them. They all have very similar texture fur wise. Snuffles' fur feels more like human hair, but softer? Kinda like Sirius's hair."

"You've felt Sirius's hair?" James queries.

"Yeah. You haven't?"

"No! He never lets us touch his hair. It's his pride and joy.

I smile, still petting Snuffles.

"Speaking of, where is Sirius?" I inquire.

"Probably out shagging someone."

"Right," My voice has less of the sarcastic tone than I wanted, causing me to just sound sad.

Snuffles lets out a low growl while looking at James.

"Hey!" I reprimand softly, stopping petting him. "It's not nice to growl."

They boys all burst out laughing as Snuffles looks at me, guilt in his eyes. I frown at him, and he nudges my arm. I roll my eyes but go back to petting him.

"So," Peter speaks up, smiling cheekily, "what do you think of Sirius?"

The other boys' grins widen.

"What do you mean?" I ask, my face heating up slightly.

"What do you think of him? Is he a jerk, is he nice, is he ugly, is he cute, what?"

I pause, thinking while petting Snuffles.

"I'd have to say that he's pretty egotistical, but not in a horrible way. He's really smart, even though he doesn't necessarily want people to know. He can be a jerk at times, everyone is, but he makes up for it."

The boys are all looking at each other.

"What?" I inquire, slightly defensive.

"You fancy Padfoot!" James announces.

"What!? I do not!" I object, my hand freezing in place on Snuffles.

"You totally do!" Remus chimes.

"No. No, I don't." I stand up and walk to the door. "And not a word to Sirius, or I'll hex you so bad that you'll be in the Hospital Wing for a week."

I open the door and start to walk out when Remus sighs and calls out to me.

"Y/N, wait."

I turn back to look at him, confusion on my face.

"What are you doing?" James hisses.

"We have to tell her. It'd be cruel not to."

"Tell me what?" I ask cautiously.

"Sirius, come on," Remus mutters.

Snuffles whines, and I feel myself grow even more confused.

"Sirius," Remus urges.

I look between Remus and "Snuffles," slowly connecting the dots.

"Wait…" I murmur, drawing all eyes to me. "No…" Horror laces my voice.

Remus nods sadly and "Snuffles" jumps off the bed, smoothly transitioning into a standing Sirius.

I back up a step, my back hitting the door as Sirius reaches out to me. A fire ignites in me, and I whirl on Peter and James.

"You two!" My words are filled with so much loathing that everyone visibly flinches.

I whip out my wand and point it decisively at them, shooting out two non-verbal curses.

"You two deserve that and more. You're lucky I don't do something worse!" I yell as I turn on my heel and storm out of their dorm.

I move lightning fast through the common room, gaining the attention of many people as I run down the stairs to the boys dormitories, across the common room, and up the stairs to the girls dormitories.

"Y/N!" Lily exclaims when I burst into the dorm we share.

I point my wand at the door, and it locks firmly. I throw myself onto my bed, faceplanting into the pillows. The tears start to flow as I bury my face into my pillows. I feel Lily's weight move my bed, and she gently puts her arm on my shoulder.

"Oh, honey. What's wrong?"

I start crying harder as what just happened circles my mind. Lily gently rubs my shoulder.

"It's okay, let it all out," Lily soothes.

After a while, my sobs turn to hiccups and Lily helps me sit up. I lean on her shoulder.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"I've- I've just had a really really really bad day and- and- and-," I choke back a sob.

"It's okay. Take as long as you need. Start at the beginning when you're ready."

I nod, and, after a few moments, I start over.

"My day has been horrible. First, I got a zero on the potions exam because a group of Slytherins cheated off me. Then, those Slytherins followed me to my next class and teased and mocked me the whole way. After that, I went to the boys' room to rant, and Sirius wasn't there, at least I thought he wasn't. But it turns out he was, and so now he knows."

"Oh, honey. I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do?"

I shake my head.

"The damage has been done. I can never face him again," I whimper.

"I'm sure it isn't that bad!" Lily protests.

"But it is! He's gonna tease me and make fun of me, and I don't know if I can handle that anymore!" A couple sobs escape me.

"I'm sure it's not as bad as you think! Maybe he feels the same way!"

"As if! Do you really think that the infamous Sirius Black could have a thing for me? That's ridiculous!"

"Not as ridiculous as you'd think," Sirius speaks up from his place in the doorway.

My head snaps up.

"How long have you been there?" I demand.

"Long enough," Sirius answers.

"Get out."

"What?" Sirius asks at the same time as Lily reprimands me.

"Y/N!" Lily chides.

"I said get out! I don't need you playing with my emotions, too."

"I'm not playing with your emotions. I'm being serious."

"Oh, yeah? Then where's your little boy band?"

"James and Peter are in the Hospital Wing because of the curse you put on them and Remus is with them."

"They deserve it. They tricked me."

"I think that the vomiting up slugs was a nice one, and they do deserve it. They shouldn't have done that to you."

"Thanks…"

"I'll leave you two alone," Lily mutters before gently getting off of my bed and sliding between Sirius and the doorframe to leave.

I watch her go silently. Sirius walks over and sits next to me on my bed.

"I apologize for my friends. They're dumb, and they thought it would be funny. They didn't expect you to fancy me or anything. They wanted you to insult me."

I nod slowly.

"Well?" I ask.

"Well what?" Sirius inquires, confused.

"Were you telling the truth earlier? Do you fancy me?"

Sirius rubs the back of his neck.

"Yeah. Yeah, I do. Is that a problem?"

"Absolutely not," I murmur, leaning my head on his shoulder.

Sirius leans his head on top of mine and wraps an arm around my shoulders. I scoot closer to him, and we sit like that for a while, peacefully.

#harry potter #sirius black x reader #writers on tumblr #idk how to tag help #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #peter pettigrew #lily evans #marauders era #marauders au #sirius black au #fluff

[emerysaks]

Angie the kind, sarcastic vet and Peggy with the overly dramatic golden retriever.

Sorry it took a while, but I hope you enjoy it @poppyseedjunky

Puppy Love

Puppy Love - EmerySaks7 - Agent Carter (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Peggy Carter was beginning to think she and her recently acquired companion would never be seen. After arriving more than half an hour ago, she had been ushered into a small exam room where she and her charge sat and waited.

Finally, the door opened. A petite woman with light brown walked in with a tablet in her hand. She wore a white coat with stitching over the left pocket. Dr. Angela Martinelli, DVM. She smiled at Peggy and then bent down to pat the dog that rushed toward her, tail wagging back and forth as it pawed excitedly at her coat.

"Well, hello to you, sweetie."

She looked back up at Peggy. "Hi, I'm Dr. Martinelli. I'll take care of your kiddo today. What brings you in?"

Peggy smiled as the golden retriever continued to lavish the veterinarian with affection. "I'd like to get a wellness exam done for her and ensure she's healthy."

Dr. Martinelli beamed and glanced at the chart on the counter. "Excellent! How old is your dog?"

"I don't know," Peggy admitted. "I found her nine weeks ago and have been trying to find her owner ever since."

"You've been fostering her for nine weeks?" Dr. Martinelli looked up from the chart." That's impressive."

Peggy frowned. "It is?"

"Most people try for a few days and then either rehome the dog or take it to the pound." She smiled at Peggy.

"Oh, I couldn't bear to take her to the pound," Peggy said. "I had her scanned for a chip, but she doesn't have one."

"Fliers?"

"They're plastered throughout my neighborhood," Peggy confirmed. "I also posted her picture across social media." She laughed. "I didn't realize there were so many pet groups and websites."

Dr. Martinelli grinned. "So many! But that's the best way to get her information out there if someone is looking for her."

Peggy sighed. "I haven't had a single promising lead, though."

"Sometimes people dump dogs." The vet, whose tag read Dr. Martinelli, sighed. "It stinks, but there's not much you can do about it." She leaned down and scratched the dog behind her ears. "She's sweet, though."

Peggy smiled. "She is, but she's loud."

Dr. Martinelli laughed. "Of course! She's a golden retriever."

Peggy shrugged. "Is that normal for the breed?"

"It is," Dr. Martinelli nodded. "Does she grunt a lot?"

Peggy's mouth dropped open. "Yes! I thought perhaps something was wrong with her, so I brought her in today."

Dr. Martinelli shook her head. "Perfectly normal. It's how they communicate." She knelt in front of the dog and examined her teeth. "Great dental, hardly any tartar buildup." She ran her hands over the dog's coat and felt its belly. "She seems to be in great shape. Young, too. I wouldn't say more than two years old."

"Does she need shots or worming or..." Peggy waved a hand. "Whatever it is that dogs need?"

Dr. Martinelli stood up and chuckled. "First time?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Only to a trained professional," the doctor grinned.

Peggy felt her cheeks redden. She knew nothing about caring for a dog; now, the adorable veterinarian knew it, too.

Dr. Martinelli placed a hand against Peggy's arm. "Nothing to be embarrassed about, Mrs. Carter. We all have to start somewhere."

"It's Miss," Peggy instantly corrected her. "And please, call me Peggy." Was it her imagination, or did Dr. Martinelli perk up at that information?

"Well, Peggy," the doctor smiled, "You're doing great. I assume you're keeping her until you find her owner?"

Peggy nodded.

"In that case, I recommend we do a few small things like basic vaccinations and worming to ensure she's healthy and safe while she lives with you. A second dose won't hurt her if she's had the vaccines. And, if you end up keeping her, it's one less thing you have to come back for." Dr. Martinelli paused and gazed at her. "Of course, that's only if you decide to use our clinic for her primary care."

Peggy felt her face grow warm. Dr. Martinelli's affable nature put her at ease. It also didn't hurt that she had the most adorable dimples, which appeared whenever she smiled.

"I hadn't gotten that far, Dr. Martinelli," Peggy admitted.

"It's Angie," she told her, and the dimples came out in full force.

"Angie," Peggy echoed. "How lovely."

"Thank you," Angie laughed. "Now," she said, lowering herself before the dog. "How about you sit with your foster mom, and I'll be back with some shots in a few minutes?"

Peggy watched the dog excitedly wag its tail before giving Angie a wet kiss.

"Such a good girl," Angie cooed.

Peggy smiled. "Goldie does that to me all the time, too."

"Goldie?" Angie looked up at Peggy.

Peggy blushed. "It's what I've been calling her."

"You named the dog?" Angie teased.

"Well, I could hardly keep calling her Dog."

"Uh-huh," Angie said. She stood back up and grabbed her tablet. "I'll be back with the shots, and then we can talk more about Goldie and her future care."

Peggy blinked. "But, I'm not sure I'm keeping her."

"I see."

"What?"

Angie smirked. "You're not keeping the dog you've already named."

Peggy rolled her eyes. "Are you always this sarcastic to your patients?"

Angie stepped through the door and smiled. "Only to the ones I really like," she told her before closing the door.

Peggy stood there, grinning like an idiot. Goldie barked at her, and Peggy looked down. "I like her, too, girl," she murmured. "Maybe we should ask her on a doggy date when she returns?"

Goldie licked Peggy's hand and then pushed her head against her palm.

"Yes, I like you, too," Peggy told her.

Goldie looked up at her with wide eyes, and Peggy relented. "All right. I might even love you, but that's not public information. Okay?"

Goldie barked in response, and Peggy laughed, knowing that all her secrets were safe with her new friend.

#cartinelli #angie martinelli #peggy carter #modern au #prompt #fanfic #marvel #emery saks #dogs #rescue dogs #flirty #first meeting

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Applin Of My Eye Ch4 New Territory In Turrffield

(Warning: mentioning of death. The backstory for Milo and his brother is NOT cannon and is only for the story. Thank you to everyone who suggested a name for the new Pokemon. The wooloo shall now be named Mary Lou.)

"Y-Y-Y/N?!"

Felix had to quickly dive in order to make sure Milo didn't drop the giant gift basket they had brought over, practically shoving it back into his brothers hands jostling Milo back from shock and having him stumble to catch himself. You giggled as he straightened back up red faced and embarrassed.

"I-I-I mean of COURSE it's you!" He smiled a bit too widely flustered under your smile. "I mean W-Who else w-w-would it be?! You're the only Y/n after all! *Ahem*...W-What are you doing here?"

"I live here now." You gestured to the house behind you. "I just bought it a week ago and settled all the paperwork."

"Wow! Really?" Felix lit up. "that's great! What made you want to move into Turrffield?"

"I wanted to settle down somewhere quiet and peaceful and Turrffield was the perfect place for it all. It reminds me of Postwick kinda, but there wasn't any space there. And Turrffield offers a bit more open space which I like." You glanced back to Milo whom was still blushing. "But what's this?"

"We brought you over a gift basket." Felix elbowed Milo in the ribs making him jolt. 

"UH YEAH THIS IS FOR YOU!!," he blurted out quickly holding out the large basket to you.

"It's got some home grown food and preservatives made by yours truly! It's a tradition of sorts to give any new comers some of Turrffield's very own pride and joy!," Felix proudly explained as you took the basket from Milo, "It was Milo's idea. He's friendly and considerate like that."

Your eyes scanned across the basket you had to use both arms to carry and smiled. "Wow. This would definitely help save on groceries. Thank you!" You then stepped back a bit. "Would you like to come in? I don't have much but you're welcome to stay for lunch. It'd be the least I could do for all the kindness you showed me."

Before Milo could say anything he yelped as his brother pushed him forward into the home. "We would LOVE to!" 

He had no choice but to stumble inside the house with Felix  pushing behind him.  The house looked...Well it was as generic and plain as a home could be he supposed. Barely any furniture was about, he guessed Old Man Jenkins took most of the original furniture when he moved out, and the house looked pretty simplified. He stood there gulping as the door closed behind them and a moment later you walked back into view with a smile. 

"Would you guys like some lunch? I'm not much of a cook but I could offer you some food I have in the kitchen."

"U-Um..S-S-Sure." He gulped. "Y-Your h-house looks n-nice."

"Thanks. I haven't had much time to decorate yet." You motioned your head. "C'mon. The kitchen's this way."

They followed you into the kitchen, which also looked plain and simple looking, and watched as you walked over to the counter before placing the basket on the counter. Silver was laying down on the floor probably asleep and barely looked up when you all walked in. 

"Sorry if I don't have a lot to offer. Would instant noodle curry be alright?"

"That'll be just fine," Felix confirmed. "So... Turrffield huh? Y'know this is a farming community. Does that mean you're going to be farming and using all those berry trees back there?"

"Actually I was planning on renting the property out." You made for a cabinet where you would find the instant curry cups. "It's too big for me to maintain it all and I know someone else who rents their land to farmers."

"So... You're letting someone use your land to grow their own food to sell and having them pay you for using it? .. That's not a too bad idea. Renting it to anyone yet?"

"No. I was thinking of putting a post up in the rotomi system but I haven't gotten around to it yet." You turned we with three cups in your arms. "I figured it would be a good way to make extra money and ensure the property wouldn't be wasted for use."

...Felix slowly looked at his brother. "You know... Milo's been wanting some more room to plant more vegetables like lettuce and tomatoes but we couldn't figure out how to do that without making it cramped or tearing down one of our barns." He elbowed his brother again. "This sounds like a great deal! Don't you think Milo?"

"Huh?!" Milo blinked. "Oh! U-Um...*ahem* That does sound like a good deal." He cleared his throat straightening himself out with a deep inhale. "How much were you planning on renting it for?"

"Oh. About five hundred a month and a small portion of the money they make from selling the produce they grow. I'll even let them pick all the berries from the trees they want to." You set out placing the cups on your counter and heading for the kettle you previously left on the stovetop.

Felix grabbed Milo's hand, a face of happiness coming over him. "Milo! Restaurants and trainers pay dozens of money for those berries! Jenkins never let anyone touch them. This could be a great opportunity!"

"I don't know Felix. Seems like a bit of extra work for us."

"It doesn't have to be just us! Think about it! You could employ some of your gym workers to help pick berries from the trees and work the fields! They could use the extra money for their families and we can use the extra funds to help restore the geoglyh like you wanted! Or for any charity you wanted. Berries sell for lots of money." With each word Milo looked more and more interested with each word Felix said. "Plus it'll give you more time to be with your cru-" 

"Thank you, Felix! I will think about that!" His face got red again just as you turned around.

"Would you like a cup of instant noodle curry?"

"Y-YES! Please!"

In the end Milo did end up getting that offer. It sounded too good to pass up! Extra pay for his town. Funds for restoring the geoglyh and few stone carvings here. Space for the produce he's been wanting to grow for a while.....And maybe getting closer to the woman he liked- UH. HE MEANT GREETING A NEW NEIGHBOR AND HELPING HER SETTLE INTO TURRFFIELD!! YEAH!! THAT'S WHAT HE MEANT!! Ahem. It took one month to prepare everything. He spoke with you again to draw up the legal contract and to make sure you were ok with the idea of his hired workers coming onto the fields to work them of course you agreed. Two days later you woke up and discovered around twenty men and women with LOTS of gear ranging from hoes and shovels to a giant tractor heading to the giant gate in your fence leading to the few acres behind your house. One of those people being Milo who waved and walk over to greet you. 

"Hey! Y/n, good morning!," He called with a wave as he walked over to you, "Sorry about all the noise! I figured we should come over to fix the area before we're able to use it."

You smiled. "No. Not at all! The place is a bit overgrown. I was just surprised to see everyone."

He chuckled nervously a hand on his neck and you couldn't help but find his bashfulness cute. "W-Well Old Man Jenkins was a bit too old to take care of six acres all by himself, but he was stubborn and never let anyone tried to help. Liked to keep to himself and didn't like anyone on his property I guess. So it'll take a bit of repairing before we can use it. I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all. It could use some sprucing up." You glanced over everyone and they seemed to go to work immediately. "How long do you think it'll take to fix it all?"

"Oh not too long. We should be able to start planting by the end of this month! But we can start harvesting those berry trees now if you want."

"Go right ahead. I wouldn't want them to go bad anyways. So go ahead and pick as many as you want. All I ask is that you save some for me since that's what I'm using as food mostly."

"Not a problem!," He assured you holding up a hand with a smile. "I'll be sure to tell everyone that. Oh! Before I forget!" You blinked as he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a few dollar bills before holding them out for you. "Here. The first months rent for the land. I can't thank you enough for this. The extra income to Turrffield is great!"

You slowly took the money from him before smiling. "Thanks! I'm glad I can help the community out like this! Anyway I can help?"

"Well I don't think you know much about farm equipment no offense. But if you make sure everyone stays hydrated it'd be very helpful. Hard work can really work up a sweat." 

"I can do that no problem. Oh. And Milo." He hummed but froze when you reached up and patted his cheek with a giggle. "I really do think you're a kind and compassionate person."

You then turned and left leaving him there...before his face poofed up a deep red again. "...Oh sweet wooloo knitted sweaters."

The next month wasn't too eventful. Everyone came early in the morning and did work until around four in the afternoon before leaving to break for the end of the day, while you busied yourself bringing out drinks and drinks for everyone there. Of course Milo supervised and helped with everything. Grass mowed, trees trimmed, berries collected, fields plowed, weeds pulled, fallen trees hauled away- By the end of the first month all the hard work had been done and they came back for the rest of the berries and to start planting. You saw someone attached a hand plow to a mudsdale and start plowing the fields as others added fertilizer to the ground or planted seeds. It was starting to get better. Already it looked great now that the entire area was being maintained and used. By the time they were done, everyone was set and now only a few people would come by at various parts of the day to water the plants or make sure things were all going smoothly or to gather more berries.  They grew back surprisingly fast. You still saw Milo although and the next time you both met would be a bit of a surprise. You had just gone out to get the mail and turned around when you heard a shout.

"Y/N LOOK OUT!!"

You looked up, saw a giant white ball rolling towards you,  yelled, and dove just in time to avoid a wooloo rolling past and a second later a pink haired blue dove past. Milo let out a loud 'OOF!' and thud as his chest fell against the ground and his hands grabbed strongly onto the wooloo that baaed loudly as strong hands pulled it back. 

"Gotcha! Lucy, you are in big trouble young lady!" With a grunt he pulled the annoyed looking wooloo into his lap as he struggled to sit on his knees and gave a firm look. "You know better than to run off like that! You could've hurt Y/n  if you ran into her!" The wooloo only baaed again waving her legs around. Milo frowned before looking up at your form. "...Oh...Uh." He quickly stood up with a worried look. "I'm so sorry. Are you alright?"

You nodded before raising a brow at him. His white shirt was stained brown from the dirt where he landed on the ground. Poor Milo. "You ok there?"

He sighed. "Yeah. Sorry about this. It's sheering day but Lucy doesn't like it too much. She always manages to run away before I can grab her. I never know how she makes it over the fence." 

"It's alright. I didn't get bowled over this time so it's good." That made Milo chuckle a bit. 

"Oh..Before I forget again, I got something for you." Maneuvering the pokemon under one arm, he reached into his pocket again before pulling out a...wad of cash?! And holding it out to you. "Here. The rent for this month and a portion of those berries we shipped out of here."

You stared wide eyed at it before slowly taking it from him. "Whoa...I just..How much is this?"

"Two thousand five hundred dollars."

Your eyes almost popped out like some cartoon character as you snapped to him I'm shock. "Two thousand five hundred dollars?! Holy Arceus! How many berries did you sell?!"

"Actually those berries sell for a lot of money," he explained, "Some have healing properties so they can be sold to hospitals, doctors, and pokemon centers to make healing ointment and antidotes for lots of things. Others taste really good and are sold to big restaurant chains. There's also plenty of regular people and trainers who want to buy them for their own reasons. That's why I was really happy when you agreed to let us take some."

Your face slowly returned to normal before nodding and leaning over. "I guess that makes more sense now, but hey. That's good to hear." You leaned back up something in your hand. "I bet you could do a lot of good with that money." He blinked as you reached up to plop the hat back on his head which had fallen off in his dive. "There. You look handsome in that."

He paused.... before his face exploded red again and he sputtered. "I- You.....WELL THANKS FOR THAT!" He quickly turned to walk away as you giggled. "I-ILL SEE YOU LATER!!" You giggled again and turned to walk back into your house- "Y/n?" You stopped and turned back to Milo. He seemed to sweat a bit hesitating...before asking. "Would you...l-l-like to come over tomorrow evening for dinner with m-m-me?A-AND FELIX TOO OF COURSE!! HE B-B-BE HAPPY TO SEE YOU TOO!!" 

You blinked...before smiling. "I'd love to have dinner with you guys! Is it alright if I bring my drizzlie?"

"Of course! I-Its perfectly fine! F-F-Five o'clock sound fine?"

"Sounds great! See you then."

"B-Bye!!" He was quick to turn and leave your giggling form behind. Cute.

The next day came and you would've gladly waited until evening for Milo's invitation but there iswas one thing that ruined that plan. Early in the morning you heard a man's yell and hurried outside just in time to see one of the workers yelling angrily at a pokemon. And that pokemon was a wooloo. The pokemon angrily stared at the man trying to shoo it away with a foot while chewing on something that looked like one of the small cabbages planted nearby.

"GET OUT OF HERE!! GO ON!! SHOO!," the man shouted nudging a foot at it.

"*BBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAA!!!*" The small Pokemon baaed back once swallowing the food inside it's mouth. 

You and Silver exchanged looks before you shrugged and stepped off your back porch towards the two. "Hey! What's going on?"

"THIS WILD WOOLOO'S STEALING OUR CABBAGES!!," The man pointed without even looking up at you from glaring at the wooloo. Which again baaed angrily at him.

You blinked. "A wild wooloo?" You rose a brow at the small Pokemon. "Are you sure? Doesn't it belong to someone around here?''

"NO!! THIS ONE'S A WILD ONE!! I KNOW THE DIFFERENCE!! AND THIS LITTLE THEIF IS STEALING OUR HARD WORK!!"

It baaed again and you hummed looking at it. "A wild one huh?...I guess it's hungry. Are you hungry little guy? Do you want food?" Instantly the wooloo snapped at you and baaed louder again. "Well come with me and I'll get you all set up. I have some food inside." Along with a few extra pokeballs. "C'mon. Let's go get you some food." Silver chirped in question. "*sigh* Yes. You too."

The worker finally stopped yelling as the Wooloo followed you and you disappeared with both pokemon into the house. It wouldn't be wild for too long.

-HOURS LATER- 

"I hope she doesn't mind mushrooms."

The stove was hot and the sweet smells wafted through the air thanks to the pasta noodles boiling next to the pot of sauce bubbling and filled with mushrooms and sweet spices that sent warmth and delicious smells into the air. Surely it would attract the attention of Felix soon and his little brother would be begging for food despite the fact that he wasn't done with it yet. Or before a certain lady showed up-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!

He looked up as knocks came from the door...before giving a sigh. Guess that hope was dashed. "COME IN! THE DOOR'S OPEN!!" He called from the stove. He couldn't leave and risk burning the sauce.

A second later he heard the door open and a woman's voice call out through the home. "Hello?"

"In the kitchen!," He called back not looking up. A moment later he heard the door closing and the sounds of footsteps and...hooves? "You're a little early!I wasn't expecting you for another hour yet!"

"Well I hope I'm not intruding."

"Not at all!" He turned with a smile. "I enjoy the...company." he blinked. You were standing there with your drizzlie...but there was also another thing there that baaed at him. "...Is that a wooloo with you?"

"Hm? Oh yeah." You glanced at the baaing wooloo with a smile. "That's Mary Lou. I just got her today."

"You got a wooloo? When?"

"Just this morning. A wild wooloo found it's way into your cabbage. Figured I could use a little cutie pie like her. Isn't that right sweetie?" Mary baaed In response. "I hope you don't mind the extra company."

Milo smiled before laughing. "No. Not at all. Its a pleasant surprise! I really like wooloo anyways!" He nodded to the table. "Go ahead and take a seat while you wait. I'll be done in a moment."

"Thanks!" You took the seat he offered you with a smile and sat down before smelling the air. "Wow. That smells great. What is it?"

"Sweet mushroom medley curry. Hope you don't mind it."

"Sounds delicious." You took a moment to look around and settled on the far right wall that was covered in pictures you didn't notice the first time you were here, settling on one that was of Felix holding a younger looking Daisy. Maybe after she just hatched? "How's Felix by the way?"

"Oh he's doing great. Right now he's upstairs studying math."

"I see. How's Daisy? I hope she didn't try to escape again."

"You kidding me? They're practically glued together now."

"He seems to love her a lot."

"Well she's his first ever pokemon. I have him the Wooloo egg but he's the one who took care of it before it hatched into Daisy." He chuckled. "He literally raised her by hand and I'm proud of him for it. He's raised a good wooloo, and according to Nurse Joy she's back to a healthy weight."

"That's great to hear! I'm glad she's going better." 

Your eyes called the other pictures. Most were of Felix doing various things or Felix with Milo but there was a few of Milo's many wooloo, his grass type Pokemon, one or two more of Daisy, one of just Milo here and there but you paused when your eyes saw one picture frame larger than all the rest. It was rectangled and it looked like a much younger version of Milo and Felix, MUCH younger. They stood in front of the same house you currently sat in. Behind the two brothers was a man and woman who looked to be around the same age as Gloria's mother. Both had pink hair and green eyes similar colored to the brothers and next to the man right behind Milo was another middle aged man who had darker pink hair and darker green eyes compared to everyone else in the picture. You just...stared at it for a long moment before Milo turned to see why you had gone silent before following your eyes and he also paused.

"....Milo. Who are those people in the picture there?" You gestured to said picture.

Milo didn't say anything at first just looking at the picture before looking away back towards the stove. "Oh... That's..me and Felix of course. We were just kids then."

"And the other people?"

He again hesitated. "That's...our mum and dad. They're uh.. N-No longer with us."

The shock of what he said caused you to stare at him wide eyed and jaw dropped.  "...W-Wha-...I just...I didn't know! I'm so sorry!" 

He waved a hand at you. "No. It's alright. You didn't know like you said, and it's fine. I'm used to it now. The other man by our dad is out uncle. He used to be the gym leader here before he retired from the position. He uh...took us in when ma and pa passed away. He's uh..." His movements slowed. "H-Hes not with us either actually."

"Oh, Milo." You frowned sympathetically. "I'm so sorry. Must be hard."

"It was. Still is actually but life goes by and I have other things in my life to help with. Turrffield. The gym. My pokemon. And especially Felix. He's the best thing I could ask for...What about you?" He turned his head to look at you over his shoulder. "What's your family like?"

" This time it was your turn to pause and look at him before sighing. "Actually... I'm not on speaking terms with either of my parents." You scowled. " My parents divorced when I was eleven years old and my dad hasn't tried to talk to me since. Then my mom controlled and used me for free labor until I left. Haven't seen or spoken to her in almost two years and I'd rather keep it that way."

"Yikes. She must be terrible if you don't want to see her again and you're a pretty patient person."

''Ugh. She is." You sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring the mood down."

"No, no. It's alright. I guess we all have our own hardships to over come." He finally took the pot of noodles off the stove and headed towards the sink which you now realized had a strainer in it. "Food's almost done. Just got to drain the noodles and we'll be all good to go."

"I see...So did your uncle give you the gym?", You asked as he poured the noodles into the strainer letting the hot water run down the sink. 

He nodded. "Yeah. He actually trained me to be his replacement. Felix always wanted the position really though which is why I'm currently training him. When he gets old enough Im planning on signing it over to him and just retiring to run the family farm better. For now I just want him to get a good education and be a kid."

"It's really kind of you to put Felix and Turrffield before yourself, but don't you ever want to do something for yourself?"

"I'm happy to put everyone before me since everyone could use the help and Felix deserves to have a good childhood." He did pause however holding the strainer up from the sink. "Although...there h-h-has been one thing I've wanting to do myself."

"Oh really? What?"

His face instantly went a pink. "W-W-Well...*ahem* There's this...girl I am kinda maybe f-f-fond of." He cleared his throat and and turned back to the stove carrying the strainer full of noodles. Your eyes widened...before you just smiled in amusement. "She's r-r-really nice a-a-and one of the first people who genuinely complimented me. She e-even went as far as to replace s-something she accidentally made me drop."His face burnt more and more as he went on practically feeling his face on fire. "She's also....v-very p-p-pretty. B-B-But I don't think she would like me back."

"Why not?"

He sighed. "I don't really have a lot to offer. I'm not really the richest, and Im really busy with running the farm and gym duties and raising Felix. So I couldn't offer y- HER a lot of my time."

You hummed knowingly. "I dunno, Milo. Have you tried asking her? Maybe she thinks your schedule is fine for her and she doesn't care about money."

"No. I'm really no one special." His eyes looked down. "I'm not a strong trainer like Leon or fun like Piers...Or handsome with millions of fans like Raihan or Gordie even. I'm just a Farmer who happens to be a gym leader. Of course I don't mind not being the strongest, battling should be about having fun!" 

"That's what you see in battles huh?"

He nodded. "Simply enjoy battling and have fun is my motto. But yeah...I don't think she'd be really interested in myself."

"Well that's not a fair conclusion. You didn't even ask me those things." Milo paused. "I like you just the way you are, and if you ask me you're pretty adorable.~"

His face whipped around to you wide eyed as you just smiled. "I-...You-...Y-Y-YOU KNEW THE WHOLE TIME?!"

You nodded. "It was kinda obvious with how you were acting."

He just continued to stare at you wide eyed before he groaned embarrassed. "Felix said the same thing. Is it really that obvious?"

"You act like you like me every time we're around each other." You smiled wider. "It's pretty obvious and pretty cute. You already know I don't care about those superficial things."

He sighed defeated. "I guess there's no getting around it. Heh..But if it's alright with you, can we keep this on the downlow and remain friends f-for now? I s-s-still have some feelings to sort out."

"Not a problem. Your feelings and comfort come first."

Wow. She really was understanding. He smiled in thanks-

"What are you two doing?" Milo yelped and both of you looked over at Felix standing in the doorway raising a brow. Daisy baaed next to his feet. 

"F-Felix! How long were you standing there?!"

"I heard you guys say my name and assumed dinner was ready." He pointed at Mary. "And where did that wooloo come from?"

"*sigh* Just come sit down. Dinner's ready."

You kept your word from that day on. Everything seemed normal. He'd do his duties, paid the rent and a portion of the products to you each month, Felix would try to wingman and embarrass him, and every so often he'd stop by to check up on the state of your land. Most of the produce was almost done growing so they could harvest it all pretty soon. And every so often you all would share meals together whether it be at your place or hers. However everything would change once a strange visitor showed up. He was tending to his fields rolling some of the new hay bails to be put in the barn for winter when he heard it.

CCCCCCAAAAAAAWWWWWW!!!!!

The loud roar of a giant pokemon breached the quiet community followed by strong wing beats. It made him pause and stop rolling the hay bails to look up as the wing beats got louder and louder. Emerald eyes blinked as his face was blasted by a strong gust of air, his hand just barely snapping up in time to stop his hat from blowing away. In the sky a GIANT black mass was flapping above them slowly lowering with each wingbeat. His many wooloo baaed in fright before scattering off in different directions as the black mass touched the ground just a little ways from him, and revealed itself to be a corvinight. The giant flying Pokemon gave off a loud caw at the land and sat upon the flying taxi as the door opened and someone with Purple hair stepped out. Milo blinked for a moment at the newcomer..before smiling widely.

"Hey, Leon!," He greeted at the sight of the Champion who walked towards him. "Wow. I wasn't expecting to see you today! What do I owe the pleasure?"

The champion smiled. "Milo! Im sorry to say that I can't stay too long. I'm on official league business ordered by the Chairwoman herself.  I just dropped by to make sure you and Y/n got an invite." He said reaching under his cape and pulling out two beige letter with a red wax seal before holding it out to him. "Here! Your and Felix's official invite to the first ever Galarian Star Tournament later this year! Dont worry. I already delivered Y/n hers."

He blinked before slowly taking it from him and looking at it. "A tournament huh?"

Leon nodded. "Yep! All the information you'll need is in the letters! Just make sure to read it all thoroughly when you have time."

Leon had left a moment later after giving Milo a good bye and took off once more in the flying taxi more wing beats and powerful wing beats causing more wind. And then it left him there standing with two letters in his hands...Well curiosity got the better of him so he opened one to read the contents inside right there, and he hummed reading over the events. However one part saying he was allowed to bring a date caught his attention and stayed on his mind for the next few days. Maybe it was his crush on her. Or maybe it was Felix encouraging him to ask her. Or maybe it was the thought of bringing a nice date to prove he could get one. Or maybe cupid's arrow was that powerful. But either way he found himself red faced and standing on her porch. Knocking on her door. And fumbling as she answered the door smiling 

"Milo. What are you doing here?"

He gulped. "I-I-I wanted t-t-to ask you something."

"What is it?"

"W-W-Will you b-b-b-be my date t-t-t-to the tornam-m-ment?"

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