#don’t forget about the camping and the fishing thing

[krasnyel]

the weak dogs

#i’m sure connor never confronted logan on his abuse but i think he was there to give at least some kind of comfort to his siblings #still my heart aches for them #roman might act bratty but he was the only one to actually worry about and pay attention to connor #and the way connor went out of the room after roman after kendall and shiv were mean to him #don’t forget about the camping and the fishing thing #connor roy #roman roy #childhood au #succession #krasnyel post #artist on tumblr #digital art

[jgracie]

SUMMERTIME, AND THE LIVIN'S EASY

masterlist | rules

❝ Can you please write an image with Percy where he’s dating Thetis(Achilles mom)daughter and he’s helping her with her water powers?And they kiss underwater?🥺🥺 ❞ — anon

in which percy teaches you how to use your powers (but you just really want to kiss him)

pairing percy jackson x thetis!reader

warnings none!!

When you first showed up at camp, Percy couldn’t help but feel a little competitive. Water was his thing. Whenever you needed any help with any sort of body of water, he was your guy! Your only guy! Because no one else at camp was as efficient with water as he is, since it is his father’s domain

Until you came along - a daughter of Thetis, the Goddess of water. Immediately, everyone was enamoured by you and your charms, telling you all about Greek mythology, with the first story you heard being of your half-brother Achilles. No one had cared to educate Percy that much. It didn’t help that you could talk to sea animals too. Everyday, whenever Percy would go to the beach, all the turtles and fish and hippocampi would tell him stories of your kindness. My lord, she helped us fix our cove today! My lord, she healed my broken fin! Percy was sick of it all

Secretly, however, he was intrigued by you too. You carried an ethereal aura wherever you went and your voice was reminiscent of the feeling of gentle waves rolling over Percy’s body on one of his late afternoon swims, the beach empty save for him and the sea creatures, who knew better than to disrupt him during his moment of peace

Besides, he did kind of want someone to talk to who was as connected to the ocean as he is. So he put his one-sided rivalry aside and decided to speak to you, quickly discovering that you actually weren’t very good at using your water powers. You could use them, of course, but it was never controlled and drained you quickly. So naturally, being the kind guy he is, Percy offered to help you hone your powers. Totally because he’s nice and not because you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever met and he would rather die than pass up an opportunity to be around you

The two of you would meet at the beach when all the activities of the day were over and Percy would teach you about the water and all it has to offer. During one of your first lessons, Percy discovered you could will your legs to join and turn into a tail - making you a mermaid. He’d never seen something more bewitching in his life. He was also a little jealous, since he couldn’t turn into a merman, but watching you glimmer under the golden sun as you swam around with your tail had him forgetting all about that

Eventually, the two of you realised you felt the same about each other and began to date. The lessons never stopped, of course, but now you could say the cute boy who was training you’s your boyfriend and not just your friend

“Okay baby, this is the goal for today,” Percy said as he lifted a giant ball of water from the sea and made it hover in the air, letting you observe for a second before letting go of it. You nodded, biting your lip as you made your way over to him. Usually, you were pretty focused during your lessons. You could kiss Percy whenever you wanted, so it could wait until after you’d learnt a new skill, right?

Today was different. Something about how his toned body moved effortlessly through the water, as if he were a part of it himself, made your face turn incredibly hot, the veins coursing through his arms - accentuated by the strain he was putting on his body - doing nothing to cool you down 

You started off by making smaller balls of water float - something you’d recently become very good at. When Percy cheered you on, placing a kiss on your forehead and mumbling about how proud he was of you, you couldn’t help but wish he’d move his lips just a little lower as you licked yours

Making space for you, Percy waded through the water backwards as he said, “you’ve got this! Don’t be afraid to stop or let me know if it’s too much!” He grinned, and your heartbeat got faster and faster at how caring he was. No one was more thoughtful than your lovely, sweet boyfriend who you desperately wanted to shower with an insane amount of affection right now

In theory, the task was easy. You knew you’d be able to do it if you just weren’t distracted. You were no longer the girl who’d have to fight the urge to pass out after using her powers once, your body now being able to withstand much more, but your heart just wasn’t in what you were doing

Percy noticed this. At first, he thought something was wrong. Did something happen today to dampen your mood? Just as he was about to ask, he noticed it. The way your eyes would linger on his arms, moving up to his chest and finally to his lips. He smirked once he realised, your adoration for him quickly inflating his ego

He was going to let you wait a little longer, curious to see if you’d say something or just tough it out, but after catching your cute, desperate stare a fifth time in a row, your tail glittering as it swished under the water, he knew he was a goner

“Hey, Y/N, do you know how to breathe underwater?” He asked, catching you off guard. You made a face between confusion and offence, your brows clearly screaming ‘of course I do, you idiot’  

“I mean, yeah, obviously. Why?” You asked, inching closer and closer to him, craving nothing more than his saccharine touch - always as sticky as honey, his hands never failed to linger, making sure you knew you were appreciated. They did that now, their warmth making its way to your soul as Percy gently caressed your arms

Then, he pulled you underwater. He gave the nosy sea animals glares that sent them away, making the seabed yours for the time being. He cradled the back of your head and pulled you closer and closer, your hands pressed to his chest and your mouth parted, the anticipation nearly killing you

There was about a centimetre of space between you now

“Consider this revision, kay?” He whispered before finally locking his lips with yours

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson #percy jackson x fem reader #pjo #pjo x reader #percy jackson fanfic #percy jackson drabble #cynwrites

[facioleeknow]

Glamping with a twist•Lee Know

Tw: suggestive, swearing

Going glamping with Minho wasn’t something unusual for you; you two had been friends for years and it was your favorite activity, something you cherished that allowed you to spend time alone and unwind. It was also something you partially dreaded because of your big fat crush on your best friend. Sleeping in the same tent as him, even in separate beds made you extremely restless and fidgety. He made you feel like a teenager with a first crush, like a complete idiot and you hated it so by the morning you were always grumpy and looked at him like you wanted the man to combust on the spot. Minho never missed your grumpiness and usually made a snarky comment about waking up on the wrong side of the bed and pinched your cheek, which made you feel all types of things and, most importantly, made you forget about your sour mood.

This time around, though, something was different, and it wasn’t the fact that it was Minho’s birthday. The birthday boy forgot to phone the camping site to see if they had double tents.

“I have a bad feeling about this Minho,” you mumbled as you pulled into the parking lot.

“You always have a bad feeling, darling.”

You felt your face tingle at the nickname, but knew better than to read something into it. Minho called all of his friends darling.

“Was I ever wrong?” you quipped back. Minho just rolled his eyes at you and made his way to the little hut at the beginning of the site.

So damn sassy, you thought as you started to unload your bags from the car.

When Minho made his way back to the car, his expression was weird.

“What?” you asked mindlessly scrolling on instagram.

“They only have tents with a double bed, no separate beds.”

It took you a second to register what he said. Heat spreaded throughout your body at the thought of sharing a bed with Minho.

“What did I fucking tell?!?” you screamed. People turned around to look at you, you didn’t care, you were right.

“Yah, no need to yell, it’s not a big deal, we can share, we’re adults,” he seemed unimpressed and you were about to explode.

“Say it,” you yelled again as Minho grabbed his stuff and started to walk to the tent, “Lee Minho say it, say that I was right!”

After a long back and forth between you and Minho about being right and being wrong, the birthday boy dragged you to fish with him and thought it would be funny to throw you in the little lake with the fishes. The supersonic scream you let out when the freezing water came in contact with you made Minho cry out of laughter so you did the only thing that was right, you dragged him in with you.

By the time night rolled around you were both out of breath and drenched to the bone for having played in the water for so long. As you walked to your tent reality started downing on you. You. Minho. One bed, were your only thoughts.

MInho didn’t even look in the direction of the shower, he took his bag and started walking out of the tent.

“Where are you going?” you asked, puzzled.

“Communal showers, you shower here, there are weird guys there, I don’t want you to go,” he replied nonchalantly as if he wasn’t making your heart at an inhuman speed.

“Okay.”

The time in the shower gave you time to calm down, you refused to fantasize about sleeping in the same bed with Minho. It would be weird and creepy and you were a decent person, right?

When you got out Minho wasn’t back yet, so you got into bed and made yourself comfortable. Soon the tiredness from the day caught up to you and the warmth of the blankets made it impossible for you to stay awake.

A gentle tug on the blanket, woke you up brutally.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Minho whispered, his hand came in contact with your cheek, his fingertips gentle on your warm skin.

“It’s okay,” you choked out. What was he doing? This was completely out of character for him. His hand dipped lower, his fingers traced your neck then your clavicles, your arm and stopped at your hip which he gripped and squeezed strongly.

“Minho, what are you doing?”

“I’m touching you, you can stop me if you want,” his eyes were completely focused on your lips.

“Friends don’t touch each other like this,” you whispered with a shaky voice.

“Friends also don’t dream about ripping each other’s clothes off, and I know you’ve done it and I’ve definitely done it.”

Minho’s lips came in contact with your neck, his touch like a feather, it made your skin hot and tingly. You wanted more.

“Minho, please,” you whined.

“Be a good girl and I’ll give you everything you want, okay darling?”

“Yes, sir.”

#kpop #reader insert #stray kids #stray kids x reader #lee know x reader #lee know #lee minho #lee minho x reader #lee know smut #lee minho smut #lee know fic #lee minho fic

[vltnoire]

slipping through my fingers

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ suna x reader

what it’s like when suna attends his daughter’s graduation.

You had never in your entire life seen Suna so overly emotional excluding the whole week after your daughter had been delivered where he wasn’t able to look at her without tears threatening to spill from his eyes. 

Currently sat in the passenger seat as your husband drove the two of you to your daughter’s high school graduation, you find it rather amusing how silent he’s been throughout the entire ride other than the sound of his stuffy nose which is enough proof that his emotions have already gotten the best of him. 

Your sudden snort ended up with you receiving an eye roll from him. 

“It’s not funny. You’re gonna cry too. I know it.” 

“Never said I wasn’t.”

“Then stop looking at me like you’re gonna crack up any moment.” 

You burst into laughter. 

“I swear I’m not making fun of you or anything. I find it . . . cute actually. You know, that you’re in your dad mode or whatever. Also, I saw one of your retweets last night. What was it again? Something about how admirable it is for a man to take his son fishing, but there is a special place in heaven for the father who takes his daughter shopping. Seriously Rin, how corny of a dad can you be?” 

“Okay now you’re just making fun of me.” He sniffled quietly. 

–

Just as your daughter’s name was called out, she walked up the stage and received her diploma. With your phone in your hand recording the moment and a tissue in the other that was drying the tears in your eyes every now and then, it’s impossible to not take notice of Suna’s constant sniffing and the tears that stained his face. 

“That’s my girl!” He yelled out. You were quick to move your phone from him to your daughter zoomed in. 

“Now that our daughter’s have graduated and they’re going off to college soon, what do ya have to say as a dad Sunarin?” Atsumu, who sat a row behind the two of you, interrupted your husband’s emotional moment. Now recording them, the corner of your lips turned upward awaiting for what your husband had to say. 

“As corny as this will sound and as I will be, of all the things I’ve done in my life, being your father and loving you is by far the biggest achievement yet. I remember you taking your first steps and putting my arms out to catch you and you didn’t need it. Or your first day of kindergarten where I would look through the window to make sure you were okay. Teaching you to ride a bike, waving as you left for camp, dropping you off at junior high then high school. And each time as it is right now, the same as it will always be.” Despite his words that came out shaky and a little unclear, it didn't fail to make Atsumu tear up as well. 

“I totally wasn’t expecting that from you but damn, you’ve definitely got it worse than I do, bro.” 

–

As you laid next to Suna that night on the bed, you scrolled through your homepage on Instagram and came across a post from your husband that comprised of a picture of your daughter in his arms, a video of her smiling with only her two front teeth and learning how to ride a bike, a picture of her weeping as she solved mathematics practice questions on the dining table and lastly a picture of her smiling as she held her high school diploma on stage. 

You certainly got a laugh out of his caption.

sunarin25 It is admirable for a man to take his son fishing, but there is a special place in heaven for the father who takes his daughter shopping.

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d/n love you dad 

     sunarin25 I know

atsumiya caption is Real 💯

aranojiro Such wise words 🙌 Congratulations d/n 😘

t.oikawa congratulations beautiful girl! @/d/n don’t forget to check your mailbox for a surprise 🤭

bokoutarou AWW the way she smiles doesn’t change 😭

kurootetsu.17 I still remember when that kiddo threw up all over you 😂 Now she’s all grown up 🥹

#suna x reader #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintarou fluff #suna fluff #suna rintarou #suna rintarou headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons

[hannahssimblr]

The low, blue light from the tanks is relaxing, meditative, even, and though the aquarium is loud with the sounds of small children rushing about and pointing out fish to one another, it’s still peaceful. Maybe it’s womb-like, I don’t know.

We stare at the turtles for ages and laugh about the description plaque, stating that all of these turtles were donated by families who no longer wanted them as pets when the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle craze passed. 

“They’re a bit like me,” Jen says, “my parents kinda donated me to Michelle’s family when the novelty wore off.”

I don't know if she wants me to laugh, but I don't think it's funny. The smile slips off my face and suddenly these turtles are tragic figures, metaphors for the cruel, shallow nature of humanity. We just toss living creatures aside and flush them down toilets as soon as they are no longer trendy. Usually Jen would be impressed that I had such a liberal thought without first seeing it somewhere on the internet and adopting it as my own opinion, but I can sense it’s not really the right time to start a discussion about consumerism, or whatever. 

“I’m sorry about your mam today,” I say, “I would have expected she’d at least have the decency to say hello.”

Jen pauses for a long moment. I let the silence go on, and am beginning to think she won’t answer at all when she says, “I don’t know what I expected, to be honest.”

“It’s probably normal to expect your own mother to acknowledge you in public.”

“I just wonder if she’s missed me at all in the last two years.”

I don’t know what to say, “...I’m sure she has.”

“I doubt it, to be honest,” She stares dejectedly into the tank, “She’s had a lot of chances to reach out and make up, I just feel like she won’t do it if she hasn’t done it by now. I think that part of me thought she’d care more, I suppose, but then again I’m not really surprised that she doesn’t. She only had kids because people would have thought it was weird if she didn't.”

“Yeah but if she didn't then I wouldn't have a best friend.”

“You'd be best friends with some other loser if I didn’t exist.”

“Well, I'm glad it's you, is all.”

“I just think it’s a pity when… when love is supposed to be, like, unconditional, but it isn’t. You’re meant to love your kids no matter what, so I just think that if you’re going to give up on them as soon as they do, or… or are something that you don’t approve of then why would you have them?”

“I don’t think it’s that simple.”

“Ugh,” she shoves me lightly and turns to sit on a nearby bench facing another tank of fish, “Obviously I know, I was just saying.”

I join her, “I know, I feel the same way about my parents, sort of.”

“Well, I mean, it’s different too, isn’t it? Because Chris and Colette actually do love you.”

I hesitate, “I think they love what I do for them and all, how convenient it is for me to be around and helping with things at home, but I don't know if that's proper love.”

“That’s probably not everything you are to them, like, yeah, you help your mom out with the parenting thing when your dad refuses to be involved with it and that’s hard, but I don’t think they’d ever kick you out of the house and try to forget you were ever born. They brought you with them, didn’t they? When they moved to Ireland, and they didn't have to do that.”

I wish they didn’t. Sometimes I wish they’d just abandoned me at aunt Maureen’s house and let me grow up like the normal American kid I was on track to be, doing normal American kid things like blissfully finger painting awful, shit butterfly pictures in elementary school and going to summer camps with campfires and raft building activities.

Memories of the desert are lit up in technicolour for me now, so clear that I swear I can still taste the air. It was drier, sweeter than the air here. It smelled different too, carrying some indescribable scent that only snapped back into my consciousness when I visited again two years ago and I've had a hard time not yearning for it since. Everything was beautiful. At the house that I used to call my home I would carry my breakfast out to the terrace, hopping on flagstone scorching already from the sun, and just look at the distant mountains, jagged blue, for ages, while the Rio Grande shimmered like a mirage in the dust land below.

It's because of Ivy that we left, though I still don’t know why my parents thought that bringing another child into the world, on purpose this time, would somehow fix all of the tears in the fabric of their marriage. And what about me? What kind of real, genuine good was lifting me out of the place that was making me so happy? But I know it's too late to waste time wondering, and if I ask them they'll just repeat what they've always said about how raising children would be better in Europe, as if they would even know.

“Yeah,” I say to Jen, “I guess that proves they love me.”

“I know what your problem is,” she says, and I’m curious enough about hearing it summed up that I look at her, the tanks throwing moving shapes and colours across her face, “You’ve just forgotten how to talk to them, like, how to really talk about how you feel, and they’ve forgotten how to do the same with you.”

“Hm.”

“You and I are good at talking, I think. We can talk about anything, even really hard things, even when we get upset about it, so I know you have it in you to do the same with your parents, you just won’t. You’re just too awkward now because you’re used to the way that it is, but I think if you just tried to change your habits then you’d probably find that they’d do the same with you.”

I nod. I don’t really know what she’s saying, but it sounds wise in that oh-so-very Jen way. 

“Maybe your parents want to be close to you too,” she continues, “you really don’t know. Maybe they’re just scared that you’ll push them away, and I know you’re scared of the same thing so you’re all just walking around on eggshells trying very hard not to get hurt.”

“Do you think so?”

“Well, they could have just not had you, but they did. They got married because of you, and they wanted to bring you here with them. They still take you on holidays and buy you school supplies and nice clothes and fancy gifts, and even though you are the worst behaved boy of all time you don't get punished half as harshly as you should. Mine learned I was gay and changed the bloody locks,” she sighs, “You’re a lucky boy, actually, like it or not.”

It's always hard to talk about her parents, not just because they were awful, but the casual way that Jen speaks of the event, like she's just repeating some bland school gossip she heard in the locker room. I know it hurts her. It must. The destruction they have done to her is immeasurable, and Jen has become so good at covering it all up, but I know her better than anybody. She’s vulnerable, sensitive and easily hurt, and even when her face doesn’t show it her eyes do. She knows I can tell, which is probably why she refuses to look at me for several moments and turns her face towards the shark tank to her left. 

As for my parents, maybe she’s right, maybe I don’t know how good I really have it, and if I tried to talk to them more I’d be pleasantly surprised by the things they have to say. There are worse parents than mine, evidently. 

We don’t speak again. I just sit close to her in silence while we watch the fish swim and weave between the rising bubbles in their tanks, fluid, free, mindless, until it is time to catch the DART home again. 

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#lucky boy 2009 #name drop moment lmao #I like the way this aquarium looks but omg the stress of trying to figure out how to get actual fish into it? #and you can barely see them lmao #ain't that the way #tw: homophobia

[rippleclan]

RippleClan: Moon 38

Oilstripe purrs for a long time at one of Carnationspeckle’s lame jokes.

[Image ID: Oilstripe sits with Carnationspeckle while Shadowdrop watches in the background.]

Even though Carnationspeckle was confident that she would have a small litter, she was as exhausted as a queen with eight kits squirming inside her. As such, Oilstripe went to her in the nursery rather than have her tired mate trudge across camp for a chat. Taking a sunhigh nap in the nursery with five rambunctious kits was rather hard, but Oilstripe made do.

Oilstripe couldn’t stop purring as she left the nursery come afternoon. Carnationspeckle had a funny habit of muttering in her sleep, and by the stars, the things she muttered… how could Oilstripe not purr? Maybe Oilstripe could join the next hunting patrol to the coast and catch some fish, a special treat in exchange for the warmth Carnationspeckle unknowingly gave her.

To Oilstripe’s surprise, Puddlespeckle was in camp. He sat on the Shiprock, staring at Shadowdrop while he groomed himself. The flowers tucked into his fur did little to upset the chill in his eyes. Oilstripe stopped purring. She’d never seen a StarClan spirit look so… angry.

A border patrol passed in front of Oilstripe, blocking her line of sight. When her Clanmates got out of the way, Puddlespeckle was gone. Shadowdrop, however, was looking right at her. Oilstripe’s fur prickled.

“Is something wrong?” she called. She slowly approached Shadowdrop. The black tom’s eyes never deviated from her.

“Is Carnationspeckle feeling well?” Shadowdrop asked.

“She’s rather tired, but she’s happy,” Oilstripe assured him, taking a seat. “Downstar, Parsley, and Weedfoot keep her company when I’m out. I can’t wait to say hello to my kits.”

“They aren’t really your kits, though,” Shadowdrop muttered. Oilstripe stiffened. Shadowdrop’s green eyes burrowed under her pelt. “They have a sire lounging about in a human den somewhere in the north. They’ll grow up without a father.”

“They don’t need a father, they have me,” Oilstripe huffed. “Why would you say something like that? You grew up without a father, or did you forget?”

“It’s better to have no father at all than a second parent who's more focused on the dead than the living,” Shadowdrop growled, getting to his paws. Oilstripe’s shock shifted into fury. She sneered and stood, meeting Shadowdrop eye to eye.

“What do you have against me?” Oilstripe snapped, lips curling. “I thought we were friends. Our parents are mates now, we shouldn’t fight like this.”

“Carnationspeckle needs someone who can focus on her,” Shadowdrop growled. “I don’t think you can be that cat.” Shadowdrop stepped closer.

“Are you threatening me?” Oilstripe gasped, steadying herself, refusing to move back. “What are you doing? Where is this coming from?” 

“Oilstripe, are you alright?” Carnationspeckle peered out of the nursery. Her big blue eyes bounced between Oilstripe and Shadowdrop. The cats of RippleClan watched the pair, trying to decide if they should intervene. Shadowdrop squirmed under Carnationspeckle’s eyes.

“Treat her well,” Shadowdrop spat. He stormed into the warrior’s den. RippleClan moved around him like water moved around a swimming fish. Oilstripe slowly backed toward the nursery. The ginger molly got the distinct feeling that she was a hunter who just stole salmon from a bear.

(Carnationspeckle: 40, female, caretaker compassionate, fish-like swimmer)

(Oilstripe: 42, female, historian, charismatic, ghost speaker)

(Puddlespeckle: 156, male, elder, strict, good hunter, good kitsitter)

(Shadowdrop: 30, male, codekeeper, sneaky, good teacher, eloquent speaker)

#warrior cats #clangen #rippleclan #warriors #rippleclan story #oilstripe #shadowdrop #carnationspeckle #puddlespeckle

[gnc-valentine]

The older brothers with child reader

AN: I’ve never once posted something like this so bear with me. I made this for a friend of mine who is silly goofy. This is platonic obviously. This only has the older bros but I’ll eventually make hcs for all the characters genuinely I promise please. Reader is Gender neutral. Also She/He levi in this :3

Lucifer:

• you are 1 more added to the 7 how good for you !! But not really !

• nah it’s fine tho really. Just as long as you don’t start/get in much trouble you’ll probably be fine. Oh you’re a kid being raised by a bunch of demons? Nvm then alright.

• genuinely moving on though, I’d say Lucifer would be one of those dads that would show up to whatever sporting event you may do, and just stand arms crossed with like a whole other row of dads watching the game intensely. Not even saying anything except for maybe the occasional jab at the other team and or referee.

• certified shaky camera holder. I don’t care what you wanna say. This man CANNOT record shit steady (me too fr). Might also forget the camera is still on and would just walk around with it in his pocket recording everything. He Denies it ever happened but it definitely did.

• in the anime, there was an episode where Lucifer and some of the brothers went on a camping trip. Working off of this, he definitely wakes you up at 6 in the damn morning just to fish for 3 hours then asks if you wanna hike after you’ve been sitting in a chair or standing for a while and your limbs are all tired. He definitely has one of those back packs that has like a packet for water with a straw coming out of the bag and will drink out of that instead of stopping to drink out of a water bottle for 30 seconds.

• THIS MAN IS INSUFFERABLE WITH BOARD AND CARD GAMES. HE WILL NOT GO EASY ON YOU NO MATTER HOW YOUNG YOU ARE. Oh you wanna win in Uno and you’re 7? TOO DAMN BAD.

• he probably makes the best grilled cheese known to man and if you ask really nicely, he’ll even wake up in the middle of the night to make it for you :3

Mammon:

• oh my fucking god. He is so uncle core you don’t understand. Tacky fashion? Check. Nearly the same if not more energy than the kid? Check. A car to blast music in on the way to get some junk food? Definitely check.

• he has a pool table in his room. I don’t know what else to say. You two probably against each other if by yourselves. He probably purposely shoots for the 8 ball to knock it in and lose if you’re feeling or looking too sad about being behind or losing. He’s cool like that. He plays it off like he didn’t purposely do it. what a good ball. If y’all play against like let’s say beel and belphie or something similar? Y’all are unstoppable 100%. Diavolo and Lucifer? Lucifer would try to win genuinely but diavolo makes trash shots on purpose cause he likes seeing you happy :3

• you two constantly jump to touch door frames or various other stuff near the ceiling. If you’re to short he’ll tease you and kinda brag about being tall but then you bite his knee or something and y’all start a full rough housing session that has Lucifer yelling from across the house telling y’all to calm the hell down before he finishes the fight himself no matter who started it.

• if you’re eating candy in his car or something like he’ll do that dad arm thing where he reaches behind the chair asking for some. He probably calls it the uncle tax or something but yeah

• you play poker with him. Not like real money poker, but poker nonetheless. Y’all are betting fucking candy probably. Stuffed animals too maybe if it gets intense. Again, if he sees you sad about losing most of your candy, he’ll purposely lose so you’ll be happy. He’s just so real like that

Levi:

• he’s definitely the family member that shows you games and movies that he obsesses over, that eventually you yourself obsess over (speaking from experience cough cough)

• if you like the things she likes? Oh boy. You are gonna have the best Halloween costumes of all time I’ll say that much. Hand made too.

• she definitely will watch kids shows with you and like try to get as much into them as you are. Gravity falls? She will go as mable/dipper with you for Halloween or a convention. Adventure time? He will watch any and every piece of media regarding it and will try to have lore convos about it with you. Pokémon? Bold of you to assume she doesn’t already like it you idiot (her fav Pokémon is milotic :3).

• if you suck at games she’ll try to help you but like if it’s a game he is super serious about and you wanna play he’ll probably just give you a fake controller or like let’s you play a mini game exclusively sorry.

• Mario party is always fun with her, you, belphie, and probably beel or mammon. He refuses to steal your star or coins or just do bad things to your character on the board. On the mini games however… she’s destroying you/hj. Mario cart is just as intense if not more intense. She will get a tad bit salty if you somehow get 1st place against her but she’ll be proud at the same time so it evens out.

End X3

Hope you enjoyed and I hope I make another part lol !

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me teen mc #obey me teen! mc #obey me child mc #obey me child!mc #platonic Lucifer #platonic mammon #platonic Levi #platonic leviathan #omswd #omnb #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me Levi #obey me leviathan #gender neutral mc #gender neutral reader #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb

[gimmeurtmi]

because YOU won't stop gushing about dad Minho 😭😭😭 my baby fever is at an all time high thanks to you!

(not complaining tho please keep the hcs coming 👀 they're so adorable)

please i can’t stop thinking about dad minho and all the ways he’d be the best parent ever.

also mr. loves camping would be soooooooooo domestic on a family camping trip!!!!! as soon as she’s old enough to enjoy the outdoors safely he’d plan a whole weekend away. get her a tiny sleeping bag and have her sit with him while he fishes (she’d want to fish with him so he’ll get her a smaller rod she can easily control) and if she catches something he’ll jump right up to help her reel it in and be so so happy with her first catch!!! she’d be his little helper as well when he builds the fire and when he makes some nice tea and she’ll hold the mug carefully with both hands and “go give that to mummy please. and don’t forget to give her a kiss from me too!” she’ll make a grossed out face but will still give you a sweet kiss after she hands you your tea :’)

will get the three of you matching hats for when you’re walking on the family friendly trail but don’t you dare show anyone the pictures of that or minho will deny the authenticity of such footage. if baby gets tired of walking he’d give her a piggyback even if it’s all the way down the trail but will “complain” and demand she entertains him with her stories as payment for carrying her. another thing she copies him on is his story telling skills and how engaging it is so minho is thoroughly into it and enjoys her chattering in his ear. she isn’t heavy to him bc minho always uses her weight when he works out so he knows he’ll always be able to carry her if she needed him to.

will also sneak off with her while you’re showering to go find nice flowers and make a bouquet for you as a surprise. she gets so excited to give you the gift they both made but then makes the loudest gagging noises when you kiss minho as a thank you. you give her all the kisses too and she snuggles into you. and bc she’s minho’s daughter she denies that it was her idea to begin with, brushing it off with “daddy picked most of the flowers”.

i’m sorry i have no one to blame but myself rn 😭

#ask #anon #minho thoughts #soft thoughts

[nukacoola]

I wrote a short piece on the Courier through Boone's eyes to try out 1st person present tense and practice Boone's voice (which I may or may not be pretty shit at) but it's but it's too short to put on Ao3 so here it is. Boone x Courier Six (implicit), 532 words, tw for unhealthy weight under the cut.

On the day I first met her she entered my nest as quiet as a ghost. Scared the shit out of me if I’m honest. I’m supposed to be a trained soldier. One of the best snipers in the whole damn military with the sense and reflexes to boot; and yet there I was getting taken off guard by some girl who looked like a risen corpse. 

That really is how she looks. Her eyes are dull. Not foggy, but like the light never hits them quite right. The skin around them is always darkly bruised, like she never sleeps. She has sickly pale skin that never tans with the sun. She burns sometimes, but she covers up mostly to stop it. It’s all the better for her. If raiders or Legion saw how weak she looks she’d be in a cage or a collar by sun up. In the room with mutants and cannibals though, she’d be safer in a tank top and shorts. Her skin stretches across her bones like she hasn’t eaten in a week. She barely has any flesh for mongrels or ferals to be interested in sinking their teeth into.

I saw a guy like that once. A kid, round 18 or something. NCR rescued him from the back of a caravan shuttling people under their products. The troop that found him brought him to Camp Golf for medicine and lodging while he recovered. He walked around the camp sometimes. Talking to people, saying he wanted to join up when he was better. He died a week later. His body couldn’t keep in what they gave him. That kid and her look the same but somehow she’s still kicking. She eats at the same times as me, usually. But she always picks at the food. When she swallows sometimes she’ll grimace. Like it’s some big effort. The food’s not good, I agree with that, but it’s not even like she hates it. It’s just like it’s hard for her to chew, to get the food down her throat at all.

Took her a while for her to tell me why she kept asking about things any brahmin farmer, casino runner, or caravan guard in the Mojave would know. She took a bullet in the head and somehow survived it. Maybe she should’ve died there and death keeps following her around waiting for her to finally give in. We’re the same in that way. I didn’t die at Bitter Springs cause we were shooting fish in a barrel. Killing women and children wasn’t hard or dangerous. I was never at risk – but I should’ve died there. Should’ve had my skull caved in by some Khan fighter that followed the fleeing families into that valley. The souls that I murdered will do me in some day. They follow me like death follows her. Watching, waiting. 

Her and Carla have the same hair color. Light grayish-brown, mousy brown as Carla used to call it. But Carla’s was pin straight. Six has waves. Waves so tight they’re almost curls. Like how my mom’s hair used to look when she’d take her thick rollers out in the morning. I’m glad she’s different in that way. Don’t wanna have to see Carla whenever she turns away from me. 

I follow her now, just like I followed Carla. And just like Carla she’s able to make me forget. Sometimes. Maybe I’ll follow her to the grave, and maybe that’d be for the best. For both of us.

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #craig boone #courier six #courier 6 #boone x courier

[lightning-of-farosh]

The Tale of a Martyr

something something about how this was gonna be about the struggle of having bad habits born from toxic environments. There was a lot (about 10K to this) but my mental state was not good when i was writing it and it shows. SO! PG version!

“You have a bedroll, don’t you?”

Link—Hyrule, he reminded himself, they’re going to call you Hyrule so you should get used to it—looked up from his pack. “Huh?”

“A bedroll,” Legend said again, not looking up from where he was spreading his own makeshift bedding across his claimed patch of grass. “You have one, right?”

“Um,” Hoisting up his pack, Hyrule opened it the barest amount and shifted through the contents. Hammer, flute, the handy glove, two of those healing dolls, that weird cross, magic key, candle... Pink rose on the back of his neck and he dug further; past tightly bundled blankets, a box of matches, and—finally­—“Yes!” He yanked it from the pack and held it out as if presenting it to the other hero. “I have a bedroll.”

It was covered in lint, crumbs, and dried mud.

Legend’s nose wrinkled at the faint, musty smell that reeked from the cloth. “Have you ever used it?” He said, a faint crackle of a harmless snarl on the edges of his teeth.

“What?”

“Forget it,” Legend shook his head and pointed in the direction of the river. “You should probably wash it to make sure nothing’s growing in it.”

Hyrule looked between his pack now lying at his feet, at the bedroll in his hands, and back at the rest setting up their things.

“Oh for—go,” Legend took him by the elbow and nudged him towards the river. “I’ll watch your stuff.”

(He might have nudged his things closer to the other hero. Legend was kind enough to look at the ratty sack with raised eyebrows but said nothing.)

Foreign birds sung in the trees, reminding him of things that were long gone. A wind that didn’t reek of dark magic and rot made his skin feel raspberry-tender. Hyrule kept looking behind to track where the camp had been and to make sure that this world—this vibrant and bright and alive world—wasn’t swallowed up when he wasn’t looking.

Here was a place untouched by ultraviolet silence.

Here was a place that didn’t have hair-thin fractures in every single one of its bones.

Hyrule paused at the edge of the river and saw an image of himself that was broken not by decay but by fish scales and riverbed pebbles. He set his bedroll to the side and pressed his palm into the water.

It felt cool against his skin, soothing away the aches in his knuckles. “Oh,” he said, laughed, and—in a moment of pure curiosity—sucked it off his fingers.

The water tasted like how the rain felt against his face, like standing on top of the ocean, like the wind and the earth and like nothing at all. Hyrule sat on the bank of the river and put his feet in.  His boots turned into distorted versions of themselves and he stuck his hand beneath the surface to trace their edges with his equally warped hand.

Fish darted away from his shadow, fleeing to deeper waters.

The river snuck into his boots, weighing down his socks and squishing between his toes. Ah, Hyrule thought with the same type of absent remembrance as oh, fire is hot.

He undid his laces, dumped what he could out of the now thoroughly soaked boots, and tossed them and his socks to the side. Cold rushed between his toes and climbed up his ankles. It brushed over the calluses of long-healed blisters and cracked skin.

And was perfect.

Hyrule stood up and almost ended up face first in the mud as slime-slick rocks yanked on his balance. Some broad billed bird made an indignant honking sound at his clumsy splashing and took to the sky. He watched it flutter further downstream and grinned, kicking out and creating a miniature wave in its direction.

Laughter spilled from beyond the trees and he glanced back towards the campsite.

There, still sitting on the bank was his dusty, stained bedroll.

Hyrule looked down at the clear, gurgling water around his ankles.

His sigh was heavy.

#Linked Universe #hyrule linked universe #legend linked universe #fabulist tales #hmmmMM #hmmm.

[the99thfanboy]

Things we forget about in The Big Bang Theory:

(Updated whenever I feel like it because I use the show for background stimulation and randomly tune in)

Howard Wolowitz has gay thoughts towards George Takei (don’t we all)

Zazzles the cat and his clowder of Manhattan Project bros

Both Sheldon and Amy like cats

Will Wheaton is a playful little ass (I love him)

He led a mob chasing after Sheldon and the guys when they stole the Indiana Jones reels from the theater

Sheldon calls Will’s Wesley Crusher the Jar Jar Binks of the Star Trek universe

Howard and Raj have indeed kissed

Sheldon thinks Dick Grayson should be the one to take up the Batman mantle

Stuart thinks it should be Jason Todd

Sheldon, Raj, Howard, and Leonard slept naked together to keep their core body temperatures from plummeting during their North Pole study

Raj likes to think of it as a bonding moment

Penny went to see at least one of the Star Trek movies in theaters without the guys (they were on their North Pole study so she saw it on her own before they did)

Mary Cooper drinks Diet Pepsi but has a mild Dr Pepper addiction

Part of her prayers are for Leonard to get a girlfriend

Raj is scared of bugs

Leonard, Raj, and Howard once planned to ambush and loot a Boy Scout camp for food

When singing Soft Kitty Sheldon physically moves up and down with change in notes on the line “purr, purr, purr”

In Sheldon’s dream, Raj cuddled up to Howard after they all fell asleep on the couch. Meaning that Sheldon thinks Raj would really cuddle with Howard given the right circumstances

Sheldon has restraining orders against him for Stan Lee and Leonard Nimoy

Barry Kripke fences and is knowledgeable enough to instruct

Sheldon doesn’t care about money despite having a good amount of it saved. He lends it to Penny when she needs it and volunteers money for a college fund for Howard and Bernadette’s child

Sheldon has both a floor and wall safe for valuables

Sheldon is scared of dogs, including Goofy but excluding Pluto

Will Wheaton and Stuart play DND with William Shatner, Kevin Smith, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, and Joe Manganiello

Leonard was invited to play when Stuart dropped out

After he’s kicked out for telling Penny, she, Amy, and Bernadette join

Sheldon's horse in Red Dead Redemption was hit by a train and he has to go through a grieving process before replacing him

His name was Chauncey

When Sheldon was fired he started going through hyperfixations. One of which was glow-in-the-dark fish which led to spin off ideas of glow-in-the-dark tampons and weaving clothes on a large loom

Sheldon built a death ray as a kid. According to his mother it barely slowed down the neighbor kids

Raj had dinner with and kissed a guy dressed in drag as an Orion slave from Star Trek

His name was Richard or Kimberly

Raj and Leonard agree that they are both Omegas

Leonard wears dresses or dress-like garments on several occasions and expresses that he likes how freeing and breezy they are (he also looks hella cute)

#the big bang theory #big bang theory #tbbt #howard wolowitz #george takei #star trek #sheldon cooper #amy farrah fowler #will wheaton #rajesh koothrappali #barry kripke #leonard hofstadter #william shatner

[the-himawari]

A3! Magazine Interview Translation - B’s-LOG December 2022 [Actor Interview]

Fall is the best season for...???

What do you want to do this fall?

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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 Fall is the best season for Outing - How Masumi Enjoys Fall

——What is your plan for an outing you wish to experience this fall?

Walking hand in hand along a long road lined with gingko trees, and then enjoying the autumn flavours the other person says they wants to eat. It’s fine if what they want to eat doesn’t have autumn flavours though. With Director by my side, smiling as they tell me its delicious, I’m sure I’ll be smiling too.

——What would you choose if you were to buy a souvenir for yourself on your outing?

I don’t need a souvenir for myself. I’d rather buy the other person what they want. That way, when they see that souvenir at home, they’ll always be reminded of the outing that we took together.

——Would you rather have a picnic to enjoy the fall foliage, or camp to enjoy the starry sky?

I’d like to do both. But I’d rather camp for now. I’ve been to a cottage with a good view of the starry sky during Spring troupe’s training camp in the past.* Director wasn’t there back then. This time, I want to personally show them the beautiful starry sky that I could only show them through the screen.

——What fall scenery did you come across at MANKAI dorm?

Sakuya and Tsuzuru were using a charcoal grill to grill some saury. Lots of guys were lured in by the smell and gathered around before you knew it. There wasn’t enough fish to go around though. In the end, everyone there ended up sharing them… they tasted good.

——What was a particularly memorable outing for you?

It was going to see the real Mother Tree during Spring troupe’s training camp, as I mentioned before. We’ve rarely gone to have a look at things that appear in our plays. I think Citron was saying that… in a way, it felt like we were going on a pilgrimage to a sacred place.

Fall is the best season for Reading - How Muku Enjoys Fall

——What book are you planning to read this fall?

The book I’m dying to read is a work called “Love in Sweet Osmanthus”! The words “sweet osmanthus” evoke the feeling of autumn, so I’ve always had my eye on it… Apparently, according to the synopsis, it’s a bit of a heart-wrenching love story! I’m going to write my impressions on inste after I finish reading it.

——Tell us about one book that changed your life!

That would be “Your Goal Line”! Not only does it have the heart-pounding scenes that you can only find in shoujo manga, but the rivalry between Kisaragi-kun and Kanzaki-kun is also very passionate… It’s a work that keeps you turning the pages with its refreshing story developments that capture youth in track and field!

——What are must-haves for a comfortable reading time?

I often prepare my favourite chocolates before I start my reading time. Kazu-kun has bought tasty chocolates for me before. When the timing is right, Arisu-san has also brewed black tea for me… I have a luxurious reading time, don’t I?

——What activities have the members of the Shoujo Manga Appreciation Club done recently?

In the past, Sakyo-san has made an omurice of a bear and blanket that appeared in the manga “Pot in Love”**. Taking that opportunity, Kazu-kun, Sakyo-san and I have tried cooking more and more dishes that appear in shoujo manga!

——What is a surprising book that a member of MANKAI Company was reading?

There was a time Kyu-chan, who loves baseball, was reading a soccer manga. Azami-kun always goes along with him to baseball games, so it looks like Kyu-chan was learning a little more about soccer which Azami-kun is into. Fufu, Kyu-chan is a great guy.

Fall is the best season for Eating - How Juza Enjoys Fall

——What fall flavours do you hope to taste this year?

An apple pie made by Omi-san… wait, no, I can’t forget about a mont blanc with a huge chestnut on top. And I definitely wanna try pumpkin puddin’ topped with a mountain of whipped cream …Those are all fall flavours, so they work, right?

——Tell us about the time you’ve eaten the most up until now!

I don’t remember when I ate the most… but if it’s recently, then it was at a closing party for one of Yuzo-san’s plays. Maybe it was ‘cause I was eatin’ more than I was drinkin’, but the next thing I knew, all the actors around me were drunk. Even though I finished my appetizer, meal, and dessert, the other guys kept urging me to eat more saying, “you still wanna have more, don’tcha?” I considered myself a big eater, but at that time, I thought my stomach was gonna burst.

——Is there anything you do in order to stay in shape?

Not really. I have rehearsals every day, and Autumn troupe’s practices have a lotta action, so I exercise naturally without even thinkin’ of it. On the other hand, I use too much energy during my shows, so my body weight goes down. I try to eat more and increase my calorie intake.

——Who would you invite if you went out to eat popular sweets in Veludo City?

Kumon and Muku. Muku’s always had a sweet tooth, and even though Kumon’s not a huge fan, he’s happy to eat them most of the time. More importantly, if I’m gonna eat somethin’ tasty, then I want those two to try it too. Come to think of it, Kazunari-san posted some canelés on his inste the other day. There were lotsa different kinds, like chocolate-covered and cream-covered ones. I bet Muku and Kumon would like how inste-blammable they look. I’ll invite them later.

——Tell us about a food story that made you happy recently!

I was cravin’ almond tofu for some reason, so I popped by a store and they had a huge discount. I bought some for the rest of the guys at the theatre and went home. After that, everyone was happy since said they were just thinking they wanted some too. Then for dinner, I was cravin’ croquettes, and miraculously, we had croquettes. Accordin’ to Tsuzuru-san, the guys at the dorm decided on them through a vote. I’m not sure if you’d call that happiness… but at that time… I thought it was a great day.

Fall is the best season for Art - How Homare Enjoys Fall

——What type of art would you like to experience this fall?

That would be kabuki. My interest has grown even more ever since I appeared in “Senribana Monogatari” a while ago. Among our troupe members, Citron-kun and Yuki-kun are known to be fond of Kabuki. I hope to find time this fall to go watch a live kabuki show as well.

——Which piece of art has touched you the most up until this point?

Hm. It is difficult to pinpoint which one has most… however, when it comes to me, Shakespeare cannot be forgotten. The poet Arisugawa Homare may not have existed if I had not encountered his works. That is how much I love and respect Shakespeare.

——What type of “fall” do you hope to spend this year?

A “fall of art” goes without saying, so I suppose a “fall of foliage”? I have gone to a shrine that is famous for its autumn foliage in the past. However, the journey took about two hours by car—one way—so it is not a locale I can simply visit casually. It might be nice to go there to view the autumn leaves for the first time in a while.

——What artworks have you discovered at the MANKAI dorm?

Just the other day, I came across Summer troupe partaking in art shiritori. Of course, Yuki-kun and Kazunari-kun had spectacular drawing skills. But Tenma-kun’s artwork was the most artistic of all. Apparently, he himself drew a “deer”, but everyone around him dubbed it a “monster”.

——Who is the one who makes you think, “I am drawn in by this person’s artistic character”?

This is also a recent incident, but Citron-kun held a dance show at the dorm. I have a bit of interest in dance myself, but I had never witnessed such an artistic and creative dance before. In addition, the man himself plays an important role as an ambassador of art and culture. Now that is truly “art”.

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*References the 5th anniversary event story **References Sakyo's N Welcome to Akebono-so! card

#a3! #a3! translation #usui masumi #sakisaka muku #hyodo juza #arisugawa homare #act! addict! actors!

[chrisbitchtree]

School's Out For Summer (But The Learning Never Stops)

For Mini Harringrove Week Day 3

Prompt - Summer School

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It had come to Steve’s attention that Billy had never been to a state fair before. Every year, about a month before, every town in the state was plastered with flyers for the Indiana state fair in Indianapolis, and this year was no exception. They’d been seeing signs all over town for weeks.

“What’s the big deal with this thing?” Billy had asked as they’d passed one stapled to a signpost on Main Street.

“What thing?” Steve had asked, tearing his attention from the ice cream cone in his hand for a second to turn and look. “The state fair? What do you mean, what’s the big deal? The food, the music, the rodeo, the rides? It’s the best week of the year. Did you never go to the state fair back home in California?”

Billy shook his head. “Nope, my old man wasn’t really big on fun, and by the time I was old enough to go with my friends, it wasn’t really the kind of thing they were into anymore.”

Steve’s eyes bugged out of his head. “I can’t believe you’ve never been to the state fair! We have to go, Billy!”

“Ok, ok, we’ll go to the state fair,” Billy says, laughing. “Maybe we can even take Max. I don’t know if she’s ever been either.”

Steve nods excitedly. “Yeah, ok! I’m sure she’d love that!”

Plan set, they continue their walk to the movie theatre, enjoying the warm, early July evening. “Wait,” Steve says, pausing after a moment. “What else didn’t you do as a kid? What else are you missing out on? Have you gone camping?”

Billy shakes his head.

“Fishing?”

Another shake of his head.

“Water balloon fight?”

“No.”

“Making your own lemonade? Rolled down a grassy hill? Made a fort in the woods?”

“Nope. Nope. Nope. Once my mom left, my summers consisted of basketball camp and sitting around the house. Neil wasn’t exactly going to teach me to make homemade ice cream.”

“Billy, we have to do all this this summer before we go away to college! It’ll be like your very own summer school! I’m going to have to make a list! You have made smores before, right?”

Billy gave him an incredulous look. “I’m not a monster, Steven.”

Steve gave a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God. Your childhood wasn’t totally miserable. I think we should do it anyway. Smores are the best.”

***

After the movie, they headed back to Steve’s house to swim in the pool. When Steve emerged in his swim trunks, he was carrying a pencil and pad of paper along with towels and drinks.

“What’s that for?” Billy asked.

“The list. Duh,” Steve replied, sitting down on a lounge chair with the pad of paper resting on his knee. “I want to get this all written down before we forget anything.”

In the end, Steve felt that they had a pretty decent list.

Billy’s Summer School

Run through the sprinkler

Make lemonade from scratch

Go camping

Go to the state fair

Drink from the hose

Go fishing

Make a fort

Roll down a grassy hill

Sleep under the stars

Run away from home

Billy looked the list over. “Run away from home?”

“Yeah,” Steve said, laughing. “At least once a summer, I would pack up my backpack and declare to my parents that I was running away to go live in the woods behind our house. My mom didn’t even have to come look for me, because she knew I’d be home by dinner, or when my granola bars ran out. Whatever was first. It’s a part of summer in my world, so it’s a part of yours, Hargrove.”

Billy pulled him in for a hug. “You’re crazy, pretty boy. But that’s why I love you.”

***

Steve had decided to start Billy off easy. His parents had a state-of-the-art sprinkler system, but in Steve’s eyes, that just wouldn’t do, so the next evening, when Billy came over, there was a green plastic sprinkler on the lawn, and Steve was already in his swimsuit.

“Ready, baby?” he asked once Billy walked out in his own swim trunks.

Billy shrugged. “I mean, it’s walking through water. It can’t be that fun.”

Steve knew he’d proven him wrong when 20 minutes later, he and Billy were laying in a giggling heap on the grass, soaked to their core, the sprinkler still splashing them. “Well?” he asked Billy, giving him a pointed look.

“Ok, you win this one, pretty boy. That was fun. You’re not returning it to the store, right?”

Steve pulled him closer, shaking his head fondly.

***

Two nights later, they completed their second task. As instructed, Billy arrived with a bag of lemons. “So, do you have a juicer or something for these?” he asked Steve, as he set the lemons down.

“Surprisingly no,” Steve replied. “Of all the crap my parents have, they haven’t gotten a juicer yet. That would take the fun out of it anyway. We’re gonna juice these babies by hand. With that, he pulled out a metal contraption and demonstrated how to squeeze half a lemon with it before handing it to Billy. “I’ll be here if your arms get tired,” he said, picking up a magazine.

By the time Billy was done squeezing all the lemons, his forearms ached, but he had to admit, once they’d mixed in the water and sugar, that he made a damn good lemonade. It was even better enjoyed with their feet dangling over the edge of the pool.

***

Next was a camping trip. Thankfully, one summer, Steve’s father had decided he was going to bond with him, so he’d purchased a whole bunch of camping equipment, only to dump it in the basement after their first outing, where it had stayed until now. He’d also bought fishing equipment, so they were able to kill two birds with one stone.

They spent the weekend at a small campground outside of Munsee. They swam, they ate their fill of hot dogs roasted over the fire, and smores washed down with beer, and Steve taught Billy to fish as best as he could, as he was no expert himself. Steve was pretty proud that he only got a hook caught in his hand once, and while they didn’t catch anything, they came out of experience pretty good at casting.

They returned home on Sunday covered in bug bites and completely sunburnt, as Billy had forgotten to bring sunblock, but they had great memories, and that was all that mattered.

***

After the camping trip, they decided to go for a couple easy ones. Steve had tried to casually ask Dustin what he thought he tallest hill in Hawkins was without raising suspicions, but Dustin demanded answers from Steve before he gave Steve any answers of his own.

“You can’t tell anyone this, but Billy had a shitty childhood, so I’ve made a list of things he missed out on, and we’re scratching them off one by one. Next is rolling down a grassy hill, and I want to find a good one, really make it worth his while.”

“I have got to see this,” Dustin said, clapping his hands with glee. “In fact, I’ve got to film this. I wonder if my mom would lend me the video camera?”

Steve shook his head. “No way, Dustin. You can come, but you deal with Billy’s attitude, and there’s no way that you’re filming this.”

“Fine,” Dustin said, sighing. “But I’m bringing everyone else with me.”

Even Robin had somehow gotten wind of things, and so a few days later, Billy and Steve, plus the entire party, and Robin, were standing at the top of what Dustin had deemed the tallest hill in Hawkins, in the grubbiest, oldest clothes they could find.

“So, should we all go at once?” Will asked, looking down to the bottom of the hill.

“Oh no,” Billy replied. “Steve did this to me. He gets first roll.”

Steve sighed. He couldn’t argue with that, so he laid down on his side in an old pair of jean shorts and a t-shirt from a summer camp that he’d went to when he was thirteen and got rolling. His head was spinning by the time he got to the bottom, and he was covered in grass stains, but he couldn’t keep the giant grin off his face. He raced back to the top as everyone watched.

“Ok, Billy, it’s your turn now,” he called from halfway up. Billy shrugged, laying down. Everyone started counting down as he got ready to go. “Three, two, one!” and Billy was off, giving his roll his all. When he reached the bottom, he stood on shaky legs and pumped his fists into the air. That seemed to be the signal for everyone else to go, and as Billy tried to walk back up the hill, he had to dodge people left and right.

Once they’d had their fill, they met back at Steve’s for popsicles, everyone laughing about what fools they’d looked like. “Fun?” he asked Billy, turning to the other boy, and taking his hand.

“The most fun,” Billy replied, kissing his cheek. “Thank you.”

***

That weekend, they did something Billy had been putting off. “I do not want to drink out of the garden hose, Princess. It’s disgusting. Who knows what’s in there!”

Steve had stood firm though, so here they were, out behind Steve’s house, Billy with the garden hose in hand.

“If I’m doing this, you’re doing whatever I want in bed tonight. For as long as I want.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll suck your tits until you’re pleading with me to stop.”

Damn Steve for knowing him so well. He blushed, holding the end of the hose up to his mouth as Steve turned it on. He took a small sip, then went back for more. “It’s actually not that bad, I’ll be honest. Nice and cold. You’re still sucking my tits later though. I’d better be begging for mercy before you let me go.”

***

Before Steve knew it, half the summer and the list were done. One rainy afternoon, they decided it was time to build a fort. Billy was put in charge of rounding up every pillow and cushion in the house while Steve grabbed the blankets. They worked for hours, getting it just right. They brought in the kitchen chairs, and eventually the cushions from the pool loungers, adding to the monstrosity until they were satisfied.

“So,” Steve asked, as they lay on the floor of the fort, munching on popcorn that Steve had made. “How’s your first pillow fort?”

“On its own, pretty good,” Billy replied between kisses to Steve’s neck. “With you in it, it’s great.” He rolled on top of Steve, grinding down.

“No,” Steve said, laughing. “You’re going to taint the childish purity of the tent!” It didn’t take much more to change Steve’s mind though, and they thoroughly enjoyed the fort together.

***

Third from the end of the list was sleeping under the stores, an easy one to cross off. Or so Steve thought, until the mosquitoes started eating them alive out in his back yard. “I don’t remember there being this many when I was a kid,” he tells Billy at around 11pm. “I think you put in an honest effort on this one. Want to head inside?”

He’d barely finished his sentence before Billy was standing up and grabbing his sleeping bag. “Race you. Whoever loses has to suck the other one’s dick!”

Steve ran as fast as he could to make up the gap between them. Not that he really cared if he lost. The way he saw it, Billy Hargrove’s dick in his mouth wasn’t a punishment, it was a prize.

***

The second week of August was the Indiana state fair. It didn’t take much to convince Max to come with them, the three of them headed to Indianapolis to eat their weight in fried food, then puke it back up on the rides.

The look of wonder in Billy and Max’s eyes as they took in the sight of the fair was worth the drive alone. They had the time of their lives, eating a whole bucket of fries, a foot long corndog, funnel cakes and endless mini donuts. Billy won them all a giant stuffed bear, and they rode the tilt a whirl four times in a row, laughing like madmen the whole ride.

“I bet you wouldn’t have waited this long if you’d known it would be this fun, would you?” Steve said, knocking Billy’s shoulder with his own as they shared cotton candy.

“Nah,” Billy replied, grinning. “I’m happy my first time was with you.”

***

“So,” Steve said, one Thursday evening in late August, as they laid in bed, still in a post-sex haze, Steve’s ceiling fan working to cool them down. “Running away from home is the last thing on the list. Usually, I would just pack a canteen with water and throw an apple and some granola bars in my backpack and wander back into the woods…”

Billy cut him off, turning to look right into Steve’s eyes. “Run away with me for real, princess. To California. What do you think about that? It would really end the list with a bang!”

“Yes,” Steve said, pouncing on Billy, kissing him all over. “I’ll do it, Billy. I’ll run away with you. But what about all our stuff? It won’t fit in one of our cars.”

“Well,” Billy said. “I was thinking of leaving the cars for right now. There’s a guy I know. He’s selling his RV.”

#harringroveweek #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #chrisbitchtree writes #my fic #harringrove fic #fluff

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Seeing as I’ve been dreading doing the SoN re-write post because I don’t have the full outline done, I present,

SoN Re-Write; what I have done so far done in really informal terms

(P.S this is really long sorry guys-)

The Brain vomit ‘I think that’s how I wrote it in my notebook’ with all of the silly bits instead of it being more formal because I can leave the more ‘official’ I guess one for later when I do have the entire story outline roughly done. Anyway,

We start out with a sort of maybe prologue? I like prologues and they can help set up the story (I know tLH is going to have prologue type thing that’s Hera doing Hera stuff) but this prologue starts at the end of Percy’s wolfhouse training. He’s waking up from an Annabeth dream, he gets up and notices that both the pack and his training buddy are just.. gone? He walks through and sees Lupa, who says something something about like Rome and then gives the vague directions on how to get to Camp and it’s like “go south :3”

Then we’re at the stretch to get into Camp Jupiter it’s pretty much how chapter 1 of SoN goes down. Maybe we get word that Percy has like a backpack or something (so stuff like the pillow pet and where that’s been makes more sense because I forget how they explain Percy having the pillow pet goes down) and we like slash slash at the Gorgons and they reform, showing that something’s up and soon enough he’s running down and spots Calcedott tunnel and the two legionnaires (Hazel and Frank) freak for a second and call for him to get over to them.

Percy gets over to Hazel and Frank; who take him through the tunnels. It’s being debated if I want Hazel to collapse Calcedott (Is that what she does in the book? I don’t really remember-) to set up Hazel and her like, power. But Hazel is busy collapsing tunnels and stuff, so Frank is helping Percy, they get roughly to the Tiber as the Gorgons are back. Percy (with aid from Juno in a Homer-esque style) does the power thing and the Tiber does Tiber stuff. By that time a couple legionnaires had filed out including Reyna and Dakota as notable people. Reyna is like “woahzers” and Juno does Juno stuff behind the scenes and Dakota kinda like, shuffles his legionnaires + Percy and Reyna tells him to like, do stuff? Idk, she has to talk with some before before talking with Percy and trusts Dakota to like keep them in check- build up Dakota as a respected guy

So they get to walking camp and stuff Dakota explains what camp is until they reach the Principa They go through the Reyna questioning scene and then she tells them “Go to the Auguraculum so Octavian can like; double check that your supposed to be here” and like yeah. Dakota is excused to find Frank. When leaving the Principa Nico appears out of nowhere, says he needed to talk with Reyna about some stuff but would take the detour to walk with them.

We set up Hazel and Nico being siblings, Nico and Hazel not liking Octavian; all the good things. He wishes Hazel good luck and they enter the Auguraculum. It’s dimly lit apart from the skylight and smells, nicely; just a lot like incense. The central Dias lowers so Octavian can talk. Hazel and Octavian stare at each other silently, he tries to make a joke ease tension, it fails. Kinda drops that he knows it’s Juno who sent Percy here (Percy doesn’t know either, Octavian just like switches the topic and says that he’s the Augur so he should know this stuff) Ushers Percy and Hazel onto the Dias, claiming that it’s better to be closer up to the heavens, Hazel says something how at least it’s not dead animals so we can sneak in the animals fact. Octavian is cool and does the pillow pet thing (asks Percy if he has any stuffed animals with him that are significant. Percy fishes it out of his bag not expecting Octavian to take it) but the Gods say that Percy’s a-ok. We get the blackmail comment (this time including Calcedott’s collapse) and Octavian calls Percy back a second to slyly express interest in Percy joining the 1st; saying he has good potential. Hazel and Percy leave, we get a sneak peak of Mercury slipping into the Auguraculum after them

They leave. Maybe know is the Frank switch, I’m going back and forth on if I want PoV switching or if I want each book to just be in 1 PoV but for that PoV to switch- we’ll see.

Anyway we get to dinner; the legionnaires don’t like Percy because he relied on his powers and gets special God treatment. Frank’s back, if we don’t do PoV swap he complains about the armory stuff he had to do and then Hazel probably explains that the legionnaires don’t view powers positively (set up the dynamic of Hazel being more in tune with demigod life and the small underbelly of camp, make Frank a bit less experienced but able to be a little more comforting or something- idk). By now Dakota and Mercury slip over, Dakota makes a comment about people flitting between tables all the time, introduces Mercury as an Optio (we get the introduction to the Optio role). Dakota addresses her by her nickname Freddie- she quickly corrects Percy and tells him that only her friends call her Freddie (honestly the whole legion does she’s just salty that a Percy is the newest topic of discussion-) She grumbles a bit and gives a backhanded compliment about Percy’s Tiber incident and says that Octavian was talking about him. Dakota and Mercury maybe banter a bit, she says something about letters of recommendation; explains what those are before someone (Kahale) calls over for her and she’s gone.

By now Reyna calls up for the announcements. Welcomes Percy into the legion officially, here’s where he gets his Probatio tablet. Octavian asks about letter of recommendation, Percy vaguely remembers some envelopes in his bag (Juno planted them; she wanted her guy to succeed-) but they’re gone, or unusable or Percy simply is getting bad vibes from the 1st cohort between Mercury being a little snappy, Hazel and Nico not liking Octavian and stuff. So whatever, Octavian tries to make a case for having Percy join the 1st because of the talent he’s shown, Reyna shoots him down and Dakota snatches Percy up for the 5th. She announces war games, Percy makes eye contact with someone in the crowd whose been staring him down (Bryce Lawerence)

Yay okay, uh. A couple days later. Dakota drags Percy up to a Centurion meeting between the 5th, 4th, and 3rd because more opinions are better than none. Hazel and Frank come along. We meet Gwen!! The other Centurions sit there and are like “Dakota dude, why are they here”, Gwen smooths things over a bit. Uh, we meet her, she tells us that she’s the Senior Centurion of the 5th, daughter of Mithras; gets a personality, shown to be well-liked, easy going, positive. They all yap about stratagems or whatever, 5th gets to be the front lines. Dakota and Gwen bring Percy and Hazel over to the side and go “hey we kinda wanna be cool and like Romans so pretty please don’t use your powers because we want this win to feel genuine” or whatever. Uh, Bryce, is there after the meeting breaks up. Percy stumbles over when Bryce calls his name; he says he’s in the 2nd cohort and that, “it’s for losers who had good letters but weren’t strong enough for the Prima cohort (1st)” he’s sharpening an old family heirloom 1st cohort stamped Pilum (this is important information). Percy gets kinda gross vibes, but Bryce is a sleazy manipulative guy and they walk for a little. Percy notes that people seem to avoid Bryce while they walk, Bryce talks about how he admires Percy using his powers and says how he should in the war games because “Everyone’s on their high horses here and don’t know what it really takes to win” Percy walks back to the barracks conflicted.

War games, war games!!!! Goes pretty much how the actual war games go. Uh, set up that is was indeed Bryce who stabbed Gwen, Octavian is still missing his Pilum. Mars shows up, he’s having trouble staying Roman at the moment, claims Frank, then is splitting a bit too much- gets a couple lines of prophecy out before having to go. All eyes go on Octavian, Reyna diffuses, says to go about their days and they’ll go to the Senate with this soon.

Soon is, the next day at 5:30 sharp. Dakota wakes up Percy, Frank, and Hazel. Explains the Senator stuff while tugging on his toga, says that Gwen’s been inside of New Romes actual hospital due to the severity of her wounds. They head to Camp, Percy notes that he hasn’t seen Bryce since their talk two days ago. Uh, Senate meeting pretty much goes as expected, Octavian gets to actually dish out a prophecy like the cool Augur he is (Mumbles under his breath a little about how it’s not quite a proper prophecy). A Senator proposes Octavian lead the quest seeing as he is the Senior Centurion of the first cohort. He awkwardly says that his job as Augur is too important and that he wouldn’t have quest mates eligible for this mission (elude to Mercury’s family line *The Varus family* being cursed and standard loosing and that Octavian would want to bring his buddies. But bringing Mercury and Michael means there’s no one in charge of the 1st, and Reyna has too much stuff on her plate-) Reyna kinda does Octavian a solid and switches the topic to the fact That Frank was asked to go on the quest by Mars. Everyone (and Cato the Youngers ghost is still there in the audience because I’m sorry but that was a really funny inclusion-) are all in uproar because excuse me that’s a Probatio. Reyna gets enough votes to makes Frank a Centurion (After we get that cameo by Gwen in the crowd saying that she got her honorable discharge from the legion.) Frank picks Percy and Hazel to go on the quest and yay or whatever. Reyna mentions them packing and Octavian bringing them to the docks to go immediately, says there’s more important things and as Octavian is leading them out Percy sees Bryce being dragged up to the center of the Senate room.

Octavian’s kinda iffy. Respecting Reyna’s choice but doesn’t think Frank (or any of them) are ready for a quest like this maybe aside from Percy (look when a guy shows up covered in battle scars, invulnerable, and very strong you take him seriously too). Makes a comment about how they could’ve gone and used one of the legion cars but Someone collapsed Caldecott; Hazel quips back and Frank is like “stop fighting >:((“ and they walk out. Get to the docks where Octavian gives them their stuff, wishes them the best of luck, makes a kinda good joke about how he wouldn’t be good for the quest anyway knowing his families luck with boats (haha Augustus Caesar boat joke-) and off they go :D

Okay that’s all I have drafted out right now that I’m confident on. I have to go re-read how the actual quest-quest part of SoN works through because the order is jumbled in my brain and it’s all like soupy until they get to the iceberg with Enceladus.

#hehe :3 #pjo hoo toa #camp jupiter #hoo #hoo headcanon #SoN re-imagining #son of neptune #Son of Neptune re-imagining #Percy Jackson fanfic kinda-? #hoo dakota #percy hoo #hoo Hazel #hoo Frank #percy jackson #dakota pjo #bryce lawerence #pjo octavian #hoo octavian #hoo michael kahale #pjo oc #idk how to tag this #okay bye

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24 Days of La Fayette: December 23rd – Presley Neville

Presley Neville (1756-1818) came from a wealthy and prominent Virginian family that had senior members serving with George Washington during the French and Indian War.

Presley was born on September 6, 1756 in Winchester, Virginia. He was the only surviving son and oldest child of General John Neville and Winifred (Oldham) Neville. The two had married on August 24, 1754. The family moved from Frederick County in Virginia to the outskirts of Pittsburgh in about 1775. Despite this, the men fought in the Virginia line of the Continental Army and not in the Pennsylvania line.

Neville was one of La Fayette’s earliest aide-de-camps when he joined the Marquis’ staff in December of 1777. The early months of his service were unremarkably but we have a number of letters that he copied for La Fayette. But things soon became rather more exciting.

In October of 1778, La Fayette desired promotions for his aide-de-camps, but out of the four men he recommended, only his two American aide-de-camps, Edmund Brice (day 1) and Neville received promotions. George Washington wrote in a letter to Henry Laurens on October 30, 1778:

“To George Washington from Henry Laurens, 30 October 1778,” Founders Online, National Archives, [Original source: The Papers of George Washington, Revolutionary War Series, vol. 17, 15 September–31 October 1778, ed. Philander D. Chase. Charlottesville: University of Virginia Press, 2008, pp. 647–649.] (06/07/2023)

When La Fayette planned to return to France for the first time since joining the army, he requested that Neville would be permitted to accompany him. He wrote to Washington on January 1, 1779:

This letter will be delivered to your excellency by Mr. Nevill may aid de Camp whom I beg you to favor with a leave of absence for joining me in France. Besides the affection I have for that gentleman, I also think this voyage may forward the public good as he will be intrusted with those dispatches Congress is going to send. (…) I also intreat your friendship not to forget writing to me, and if you grant the leave I solicit for Mr. Nevill his arrival with letters from you will make me extremely happy.

Gottschalk, Bill, editors, The Letters of Lafayette to Washington,1777-1779, The American Philosophical Society, Philadelphia, 1976, p. 73.

Washington granted La Fayette’s request and he then told friends like Hamilton that Neville was joining him in France. He even wrote the Comte de Vergennes on May 23, that he was expecting three American and one French officer. The only problem; Neville never did leave America, and La Fayette was not aware of this fact.

Washington wrote to La Fayette on March 8-10, 1779:

(…) I have not had the Letters returned to me by Majr Neville, who I am told (but this is no excuse) is indisposed at Fish-kill (…)

“From George Washington to Major General Lafayette, 8–10 March 1779,” Founders Online, National Archives, [Original source: The Papers of George Washington, Revolutionary War Series, vol. 19, 15 January–7 April 1779, ed. Philander D. Chase and William M. Ferraro. Charlottesville: University of Virginia Press, 2009, pp. 401–405.] (06/07/2023)

The postscript of the same letter reads:

I have this moment receivd the letters which were in the hands of Majr Neville; accompanied by yr favors of the 7th & 11th of Jany. the Majr himself is not yet arrived at head Qrs; being, as I am told, very sick (…)

This is quite the peculiar statement since La Fayette himself was severely indisposed in Fishkill prior to leaving America – and Neville’s luck was far from improving over the coming months.

La Fayette wrote on June 12, 1779 to Washington:

I don’t know what is Become of Cle. Nevill and the Cher. de La Colombe. I beg you would make some inquiries for them, and do any thing in your power for theyr speedy exchange in case they have been taken.

Idzerda Stanley J. et al., editors, Lafayette in the Age of the American Revolution: Selected Letters and Papers, 1776–1790, Volume 2, April 10, 1778–March 20, 1780, Cornell University Press, 1978, p. 278.

Washington replied on September 30, 1779:

Colo. Neville called upon me about a month since and was to have dined with us the next day but did not come, since which I have not seen him nor do I know at this time where he is. He had then but just returned from his own home & it was the first time I had seen him since he parted with you at Boston. It is probable he may be with the Virginia Troops which lye at the mouth of Smith’s Cloves abt. 30 mile from hence.

Idzerda Stanley J. et al., editors, Lafayette in the Age of the American Revolution: Selected Letters and Papers, 1776–1790, Volume 2, April 10, 1778–March 20, 1780, Cornell University Press, 1978, p. 315.

Neville served for a time as lieutenant-colonel in the 8th Virginia Regiment. He became a prisoner of War on May 12, 1780 after the Fall of Charlestown together with John Laurens. He was quickly paroled and finally exchanged in May of 1781. La Fayette instructed the Chevalier de La Luzerne on June 20, 1780:

May I presume to ask you to convey a million compliments to Monsieur de Marbois and to find out if the son of Colonel Neville, called Lieutenant Colonel Presley Neville, my former aide-de-camp, is among the prisoners?

Idzerda Stanley J. et al., editors, Lafayette in the Age of the American Revolution: Selected Letters and Papers, 1776–1790, Volume 3, April 27, 1780–March 29, 1781, Cornell University Press, 1980, p. 57.

La Fayette also wrote to Nathanael Greene on November 10, 1780:

I have a Request to Make, My dear Sir, Which is extremely interesting to me. Young Nevile, My aid de camp, a Captain By Commission, and a Lieutenant Colonel By Brevet was taken as a Volonteer at Charlestown. The General has told me that you was invested with full Powers to treat for the Southern Prisoners. Nothing, May Give me a Greater pleasure than to have My poor Nevile out of the Scrape which his zeal and Bravery have thrown him into. I was thinking of writing to him, But upon Recollection Believe it More advantageous to his exchange that No Notice Be taken of him till he has obtain’d his freedom.

Idzerda Stanley J. et al., editors, Lafayette in the Age of the American Revolution: Selected Letters and Papers, 1776–1790, Volume 3, April 27, 1780–March 29, 1781, Cornell University Press, 1980, p. 224.

Neville was not permitted to leave the city of Philadelphia as part of his parole. But when La Fayette was himself in Philadelphia, the two men met and the Marquis was more determined than ever to get his “favourite” back. He consulted Washington on this matter on December 9, 1780:

I have found here Lt. Clel. Nevill my old aid de camp. He came with Gal. Woodfort to Newyork. It is said that Gal. Lincoln’s aids have been exchang’d and that it is generally the case with aids de camp to Gal. officers actually in our service. I warmly desire to have him. I am told Cornwallis has no powers to treat those matters. Can you, my dear general, think of some method to get him out which it is proper for me to take? I am more than ever puzzled, my dear general, to know what to do.

Idzerda Stanley J. et al., editors, Lafayette in the Age of the American Revolution: Selected Letters and Papers, 1776–1790, Volume 3, April 27, 1780–March 29, 1781, Cornell University Press, 1980, p. 254-255.

Washington replied to La Fayette on December 14, 1780:

It would add to my pleasure if I could encourage your hope of Colo. Nevilles exchange. I refused to interest myself in the exchange of my own aid. Genl. Lincoln’s were exchanged with himself, and upon that occasion (for I know of no other) Congress passed a resolve prohibiting exchanges out of the order of captivity.

Idzerda Stanley J. et al., editors, Lafayette in the Age of the American Revolution: Selected Letters and Papers, 1776–1790, Volume 3, April 27, 1780–March 29, 1781, Cornell University Press, 1980, p. 259.

After his exchange in May of 1781, Nevill returned to serve as La Fayette’s aide-de-camp during July of 1781 – until he was captured again. La Fayette wrote on August 12, 1781 to Nathanael Greene:

I May add that Clel. Nevill and Mr. Langhorne Being prisoners, I Have No aid de Camp But McHenry and Washington, But I am willing to give up My interest to your wishes, and McHenry's Remaining Some time with me is owing to an other Circumstance.

Idzerda Stanley J. et al., editors, Lafayette in the Age of the American Revolution: Selected Letters and Papers, 1776–1790, Volume 4, April 1, 1781–December 23, 1781, Cornell University Press, 1981, p. 319.

The details of Neville’s second capture are unknown. He was released sometimes in 1782 and as far as I can tell never returned to serve under La Fayette. Instead, he married Nancy Morgan, the daughter of General Daniel Morgan in 1782 and they moved with their family to a house known as Woodville about six miles west of Pittsburgh. Their home was situated on the banks of the Chartiers Creek and Neville’s father lived on the opposite site of the creek. Around 1794 he served as inspector for the Allegheny County militia. His county also saw a great opposition to the Act repealing, after the last day of June next, the duties heretofore laid upon Distilled Spirits imported from abroad, and laying others in their stead; and also upon Spirits distilled within the United States, and for appropriating the same, better known as the act that raised taxes on alcohol distilled within the United States. Both Presley Neville as well as his father General John Neville found themselves the victims of attacks and threats during the Whisky Rebellion. It did not help much that Neville was the agent for procuring whiskey for the army.

On December 10, 1819, shortly after his father’s death, Neville’s son Morgan Neville addressed himself to Thomas Jefferson with a particular interest:

The Motive for my present communication, must plead my Excuse for intruding upon you, & the history of your Life, is a pledge to every American, that the humblest request will be attended to.

I am the Representative of the late General D. Morgan of Virginia, to whom Congress presented a gold Medal for the battle of the Cowpens. This descended to me as the eldest male Grandchild of this officer. Unfortunately, a Bank, in which the Medal was deposited, was last year robbed, & this with many other valuable articles belonging to me, was taken. I have lost all hopes of recovering it, as I have reason to believe that one of the Robbers threw it into the St Lawrence: I leave it to you, sir, to judge of my mortification since this event.

I have determined to petition Congress, through my friend, the honorable Henry Baldwin, to pass a Resolution authorizing me to have one struck at my Expense; as my situation however, at present would not permit me to take advantage of such a resolution, without having the original Die, I have written on the subject to Mr Gallatin, & to the Marquis de la Fayette, whose Aid de Camp, my father the late General Presley Neville was, in “77. Since writing to these gentlemen it has occurred to me that, as the Medals voted by Congress were executed under your direction, you might be able to assist me with your advice; if I be not mistaken you employed on that occasion three artists; Duvivier, Dupré, & Cateau. My Grandfather’s was executed by Dupré. Any information which you may have the goodness to give me as to where these dies were deposited; whose property you consider them; the possibility of my procuring the one I want, & what course I ought to pursue, will be most gratefully acknowledged by me. By gratifying me with a reply to this communication, you will lay me under a most serious obligation.

“Morgan Neville to Thomas Jefferson, 10 December 1819,” Founders Online, National Archives, [Original source: The Papers of Thomas Jefferson, Retirement Series, vol. 15, 1 September 1819 to 31 May 1820, ed. J. Jefferson Looney. Princeton: Princeton University Press, 2018, pp. 276–278.] (06/07/2023)

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A Judas Kiss

Fandom: Trigun Stampede (2023)

Pairing: Very light Vash X Wolfwood

Word count: 1k

Summary: Wolfwood and Vash share a cigarette.

Warnings: No Beta, written in the middle of the night.

Notes: still dealing with writer's block but managed to word vomit this out. 

Enjoy! 

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The sweeping winds left fine waves in the mountains of sand, the moon a pale light upon the barren land. The chill of the night chased away any possible sign of life, not even a single mark in endless sand.

Wolfwood fished out a smoke, shivering at the chill of a desert night.

The lighter was too bright for the kingdom of starlight and void, a bright orange light against the dark.

The taste was sharp on his tongue, the burn of it was a comfort. His weapon settled into the ground, the white cloth softened by moonlight. Idly he listened to the others get ready for bed, Meryl and Roberto bitching about something their boss had said.

Wolfwood took another long drag, his ears perked as Vash spoke up. Once Wolfwood realized that he was listening, he took another puff, finishing off the cigarette. He scoffed, mostly at himself and tossed it away.

He ignored Vash’ birdsong voice, pulling out a new pack as Vash asked polite questions about the newspaper. It was bullshit as Wolfwood cared, small minded office politics and mindless greed.

It was when he started on a new cigarette when the camp finally quieted down. He let out a sigh, watching the smoke trailed up into the riots of stars. For a moment, he let himself admire their unreachable beauty.

Wolfwood didn’t often leave the orphanage during the night, he was too busy helping the younger kids get ready with brushing their teeth and coaxing them to sleep with promises to play tomorrow.

Occasionally he would allow himself to be tricked into telling them a bedtime story, the smell of their soap and warm skin enough to smooth a deep, deep ache in him. He had lost any innocence a long time ago, but it was worth it if no one else had to pay the cost.

He sensed the weight of Vash’ stare, settling on his back like the cross, a heavy weight that bent his spine. 

“Aren’t you tired?” Vash asked, joining Wolfwood's side. He had a small, private smile. His glasses tucked into a side pocket of his bright red jacket. His everblue eyes were almost sliver in the moonlight.

Wolfwood didn’t respond, flickering the ashes away. 

Vash just smiled more, like it was funny that Wolfwood didn't say anything. He glanced toward the cigarette, his expression thoughtful.

“Do those things actually taste good?” Vash asked, head cocked. His golden hair fell forward, almost hiding his left eye. 

“What? You never had one of these before, needle noggin?” Wolfwood replied gruffly, dragging on his cigarette. The orange glowed like an animal’s warning of its venom. 

Vash shrugged, his grin lingering. There was an unnatural quality to him, washed out like an old memory but one that could still breath, one that could still be touched. Not for the first time, Wolfwood caught himself admiring the curve of full lips, the smooth line of an elvish jawline.

Wolfwood pulled the half used cigarette and held it out as an offer. Vash didn’t hesitate, his long fingers brushing against Wolfwood. He thought he might have heard a hitch in Vash’ breathing but didn’t acknowledge it, too busy with his own pounding heart.

“Don’t rush.” Wolfwood ordered, his voice gone raspy, low enough that he felt it in his chest. “This is something to be savored, inhale slowly and gently. Hold it there for a second then let it out just as slow as before.”

Vash licked his lips, eyes flicking toward Wolfwood. The contrast of Vash’s guileless expression as he held a lit cigarette touched by Wolfwood’s mouth causes something to go hot and tight in his guts.

This was stupid, a mistake in the making yet Wolfwood only nodded in encouragement.

The sight of Vash with a cigarette between his sinful lips was a sight Wolfwood will never forget. Vash obeyed his commands easily, his chest rising as he took the smoke. 

Those baby blues eyes never left Wolfwood’s, and when Vash pulled the cigarette away and exhaled out, thick smoke trailing upward to the starry skies. Wolfwood couldn’t look away, his mouth dry.

Wolfwood took a step closer, filling the space between them. And those beautiful blue eyes widened.

Then Vash coughed. He kept coughing, bending over as he wheezed.

The spell broke and Wolfwood shook his head, moving away. His trembling fingered reached for another smoke. 

Stupid. Stupid, foolish little man.

Wolfwood wasn’t sure if he was talking about himself or Vash. 

Eventually Vash straightened, his mouth pursed as he stared down at the cigarette. His nose wrinkled. Wolfwood eyed him, sure that he was going to get a very familiar lecture about the dangers of smoke, of how foul it was.

“I can see why you like it.” Vash said, his voice roughed by the smoke. It shouldn’t work for him but it did. Vash’s everblue eyes sparkled as a boyish grin formed. Wolfwood didn't move, didn’t breathe. His brand new smoke dangled loosely between his lips.

Vash returned the used cigarette between his lips, finishing it off. He didn’t cough this time, and once he was done, he tossed it away. “But I don’t think I will smoke one again.”

“Whatever.” Wolfwood snapped, hitching his shoulders as another chilly wind swept over the land. Vash clicked his tongue, and nodded toward the camp. 

“Come join me by the fire.” Vash whispered. To anyone else, it was a polite request but Wolfwood heard the iron under that gentle tone. 

Anger should have sparked in his chest, like he would get to the adults at the orphanage, mad that they were acting like they cared when all they wanted was control.

Except this was Vash, the one person Wolfwood knew didn’t care about power. Who might be the only person in the damn universe who didn’t care. Vash just wanted peace. It was a shame for Vash that Nicholas the Punisher had no soul, no compassion for anyone else.

A burning rage - a shame cold as the deepest pit of hell- came roaring alive and Nicholas twisted around, yanking his weapon out the sand. 

“Just fuck off. You can’t order me around.” Nicholas snarled, stomping off toward the camp. He didn’t look back but his mind could fill in the blank. He imagined a faint hurt on Vash’s face, a slight pout on his lips.

A moment later, Vash followed him.

When he did finally look at those everblue eyes, warmed by the light of a dying fire, all Nicholas -Wolfwood- saw was forgiveness.

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