#Returning Home

[metamorphesque]

Returning Home, Alex Venezia

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Trope of the day is… return to hometown. The main character returns home for the holidays, special events or emergencies. Often after not having been in town for some time.

Can go both ways: either their hometown hasn't changed at all and all their high school friends are still there and the town still has the same traditions or their hometown has changed so much that they can hardly recognize it.

Oftentimes the main character themself has changed a lot and doesn't really fit in there anymore. Gets help with finding their true self again from the guy who used to live next door when they were kids.

[whumppromptoftheday]

crafty whumpee finally returning home to find all their supplies have been sold/given away because caretaker couldn't keep them (it could be because they didn't have the space/couldn't bear to look at them/just didn't want them. all of them hurt in different ways)

[ltwilliammowett]

Returning home at dusk, by Henry Thomas Dawson (1841-circa 1896)

[iwritewhump]

"You have to promise I'll come back" + returning home + muffled screams

day 24 of @whumptember

658 words

warnings: young whumpee (implied), betrayal, recapture, physical overpowering

part two | part three

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“Villain?” Hero asks, lowering her head to his level. He stares at her, eyes fuzzy. His eyebrows knit together and Hero repeats herself, “Will you be able to do this?” 

He nods, “Yeah, I-I can do that. Just, um, promise I’ll come back?” 

Hero scans his face, forcing a smile, “Of course you’ll come back, if I thought anything would happen to you, I wouldn’t let you go.” she puts her hands on his shoulders and pulls him into a hug, “Nothing’s going to happen. You have my word.” 

He rests his chin in the crook of her neck and closes his eyes, reveling in her comfort. She pats his back and pulls away. Sniffling, she bumps his forehead with her fist and stands up. “You ready?” 

He nods and takes the hand she offers, squeezing it tightly as they walk out of Hero’s base and to the car. The ride is silent, Hero steals quick looks at him, making sure he wasn’t just doing this for her. He had to want to do this, not just feel obligated. God, she hopes this is the right choice. 

The car stops in front of Supervillain’s lair. Hero glances at Villain, and smiles when he looks at her. “We can go back,” she offers. “Right now. We could leave and go back. But as soon as we get out of the car, there’s no turning around.” 

She’s begging him, begging him to let her save him. To let them turn away and for her to take care of him until she dies. But he won’t let her. Because he doesn’t know. 

He shakes his head and steps out of the car, “We can do this. Then, we can go back. It’ll be alright, we can watch cartoons all night and sleep in.” 

She clears her throat and ruffles his hair, “And we can make cookies for breakfast.” 

“Lunch,” he corrects. “I’m not waking up before noon.” 

She bites her cheek and takes a step forward, “Lunch it is.” 

They walk into the lair, Villain getting closer to her by the step until he’s all but clinging to her. She wraps an arm around his shoulder and presses a kiss to his temple, hoping to keep him calm. 

“Ah,” Supervillain says, descending the staircase. “You brought him.” 

Villain tenses under her, trying to hide under her arm. He whispers, “What’s he talking about?” 

Hero stares ahead and ignores him, “Where do we go?” 

Villain tries to pull away from her, “What are you doing? This was supposed-you promised! Hero, please.” he digs his heels into the ground. “Don’t do this. You promised me.” 

She wraps her other arm around him and hugs him tightly. With a breaking voice she says, “I’m so sorry, Villain. This is the only way to stop him.” 

Supervillain comes up behind him and takes him from her, a small smile on his face. “You did the right thing. He’s all I wanted.” He holds Villain close against him, a hand digging into his shoulder to keep him still. “You’ve saved your city, congratulations.” 

“Wait!” she says, running up to Villain. She cups his cheek and bites the inside of her lip, “I’m so sorry, Villain.” 

He stares at her, tears forming in his eyes. “You’re sorry?” he spits. “You fucking promised me. You promised I wouldn’t end up here again. You looked at me, in the fucking eyes and promised I’d be ok. You said-”

Supervillain cuts him off with a hand over his mouth. “That’s enough.” Villain struggles under his hand, still screaming at her. The tears fall down his cheeks and his face turns red. “You should go, Hero. It’s not going to get any better. You know how he is.” 

She glances at him again, heart aching at the sight of his small frame under Supervillain’s hand. She runs out of the lair, forcing herself to look ahead. It was the only way.

[scavengerssuccotash]

Clint's been gone on a solo mission for ages now and Natasha is nearly at her wits end. She's cleaned their apartment three times since he's been gone, rearranged the living room and their bedroom at least twice, and even gone so far as to clear out her email inbox.

She is just about to close out when a brand new email pops into her inbox. Its from Clint.

A link?

A fond smile breaks across her lips as the first few notes and the sound of footsteps shuffling outside the front door hit hear ears.

[neon-sharktank]

What are some memories of yours? :3

FINALLY I GET TO RAMBLE ABOUT THESE!!!

Ok ok so!

Dad (Kai) and I were werewolves, though I was more human than him.

I dated Dylan!! (They were nonbinary, I think they/he?? or just they/them)

Lila was one of my best friends. She took me and Vincent to a concert once!

One time, I was in a flower field with Dylan and I tackled them and they sprained their leg (still sorry about that :[)

One time I caught dad furiously googling different slang to be "hip with the kids" as he called it.

I think I was either transmasc or a transmasc demiboy.

Mom and dad were t4t!

Vincent played guitar while I played drums!

I had a hyperfixation of sharks!!

Vincent had a boy crush on Harry which eventually turned into them dating.

And yea! I think that's most of them?

[seokiepout]

burnt toast, sunday

“Are you happy?” Jisung hides his face in his hands. “Does it feel like you’ve got another win? Can you, if I may insist, fuck off now?”

“Hey, hey,” Minho almost wants to pry them away, reprimand them even for the much deserved prize they seem to be guarding. “You make it sound like I’m enjoying this. I’m not that heartless.”

“You’re literally still smiling.”

“I swear I’m trying so hard not to.”

With all of his defenses and reservations intact, as he never let himself cross much beyond the kitchen island into the house, Minho has been making it through the weeks just fine as a private chef at the Han residence. At least it stays that way, until the force—obnoxious, annoying and gorgeous shaped—comes breaking his character apart.

posted on ao3.

fandom: stray kids

ship: han jisung / lee know (minsung)

status: completed

tags: teen rated, 63k

[izumi-uchiha-rp]

Mod// This song came on while I was vibing, in my absolute FEELS, and I thought that this would fit Izumi so well~💜🍡😭

[brattycapricorn]

[oolong001029]

2023/05/30-06/03

returning home

https://02489.net

[elithesia-autem-danguarde]

Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Main Video Game Series), Pokemon Legends: Arceus (Video Game), Pocket Monsters: Black & White | Pokemon Black and White Versions, Pocket Monsters: Black 2 & White 2 | Pokemon Black 2 & White 2 Versions Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kudari | Emmet & Nobori | Ingo, Kamitsure | Elesa & Nobori | Ingo, Nobori | Ingo & Shou | Akari, Kudari | Emmet & Shaga | Drayden, Nobori | Ingo & Shaga | Drayden, Kamitsure | Elesa & Kudari | Emmet, Kamitsure | Elesa & Kudari | Emmet & Nobori | Ingo Characters: Nobori | Ingo, Kudari | Emmet, Kamitsure | Elesa, Shou | Akari, Kai | Irida, Shaga | Drayden, Huuro | Skyla Additional Tags: Returning Home, Post-Canon, Near Death Experiences, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Consequences, Dealing with absences, Settling back in, Realizing a shit ton of stuff happens when you get teleported to the past, Emotions, Reconciliation, Drayden is Ingo and Emmet's biological uncle, Mentions of Terrorism, Until Nintendo declares an official timeline of events I make my own rules, No the artbook doesn't count, Childhood Memories, Brotherly Love, Elesa is like a sister to Ingo and Emmet, Background Relationships, Elesa and Skyla girlfriends, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Ingo leaving Hisui is bittersweet, Hospitals, Ingo and Emmet are both autistic, Stigmas around twins Summary:

Upon experiencing a mysterious connection to another time and space, Warden Ingo regains his memories and makes the choice to return home to Unova where he belongs. However, he has to deal with not only his own emotions about being in Hisui for over a year, but how his absence impacted those that loved him. Settling back home isn't easy, but there are always people who stand behind him, particularly his precious little brother who missed him so dearly.

[phoenix-kingz]

This is actually the first one I ever did but never posted it here n I didn’t realize. Yellow!

[alexiusgoesrogue]

Status Update: The End

The flight back to Germany was fine. While I had a great view with my window seat, I had to share the row with two middle-aged white women. No clue why, but I was uncomfortable around them. Either way, I spent most of my time watching shows on my iPad to make the hours pass faster. I believe I dozed off occasionally, but didn’t get any proper sleep during any of the flights.

I also was served food again, and it was decent too. But I did not take any notes during the flight, so there will be no food ranking of it.

It felt a bit surreal to arrive back in Germany. I don’t know why, but I feel as if I’ve already gotten very much used to living in New Zealand. At least I didn’t have any problems with switching the language though. And another great thing to happen, my luggage arrived with me as planned.

I had texted my dad about my return, and was called by him shortly after just as I got on the sky train to the main train station. I bought myself a ticket back to Bremen, which included a ticket for the ICE. It was a surreal experience to be back on a train. I still was under the impression that I was on an airplane.

I thought I couldn’t stretch my legs, because my luggage would be in the way under the seat in front of me.

Every bit of shaking to the train made me think I was going through some turbulences.

The sounds of chip bags and other human made noises made me snap out of my sleep attempts, thinking the steward was coming through with our warm meal for the flight.

I believed it would be a hassle to get up and get something out of my backpack. I thought I’d have to unbuckle myself, wait for the passengers next to me to let me out, open the overhead lockers, pull out my bag amongst many other pieces of luggage, and then shuffle back into my seat. I did, in fact, not have a passenger next to me for most of the train ride.

Once my train stopped in Bremen, I was greeted by my dad near the stairs of my platform. We talked a lot about my adventures on our way to the car, at our stop at McDonald’s, and on our way home.

I was greeted by very irritated looking cats who seemed to not recognize my smell anymore (it was probably the dozens of smells I was subjected to that made me smell different), and of course my family welcoming me back.

As of writing this, it’s the 22nd of February. My room is a mess from unpacking half my luggage, and I am still tired despite nearly 12 hours of sleep in my own bed. I still feel a bit nauseous from all the meals I had during my flights, but my appetite for normal food is slowly returning.

It will probably take me a while to get back into my normal life, especially because I feel out of place (in my own room). But I’ll manage.

We’ll see when I next get to post on this blog again, when my next adventure will set me on an airplane far away from home, for how long I’ll be living in hotels, and what chaos I will encounter during my time there.

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Charles Sillem Lidderdale (British, 1830-1895) Returning home, 1881

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