#said he'd started to feel ill at the end of his last show

[larrylimericks]

5Nov22

To fans, Harry’s so dedicated; Three shows postponed—he’s devastated. He’s sick with the flu, So please make sure, Lou, Your boy rests and stays medicated.

#larry #harry #harry styles #love on tour los angeles #la residency shows 8–10 got postponed #harry posted a few hours before show time that he couldn't perform #on account of having the flu #said he'd started to feel ill at the end of his last show #the three shows have been moved to the end of january 2023 #he sounds absolutely gutted in his post #it must have hit him hard #there's some nasty stuff going around #get well harry #we all seem to have dropped our guard re precautions #and now are getting hit hard with all the stuff covid displaced for two years #that's my very informed medical opinion thank yew #limerick-hs #november 5 #2022

[todoabi]

Secret Santa!!

Okay so, I participated in the secret Santa that @gt-jar made, and who did I get as a giftee? none other than @sheena-yuet ! gosh, I didn't know how to even start, as they're so very talented and I could never compare, but at any rate, I hope you like this:

I was told you like reunion stories, and since you love g\t I assumed you watched The Secret World of Arrietty (I apologize if you hadn't, but if you hadn't please do!) and made a little sketch plus a tiny story of Sho reuniting with Arrietty years after the movie ends.

"I can't believe it, Arrietty, I thought I'd never see you again!" Sho said, tearing up. It has been years since they last saw each other- when Arrietty came to say goodbye to him since she and her parents had to leave for a new home after getting discovered. Destiny must have done backflips to get them to meet again after the miles and miles that Arrietty and her family traveled to find a new house to settle in and borrow.

"Sho... This is so... I can't believe it either..." She had no words to say. She saw him through the grass leaves in the front garden, as he arrived at the new house they were hiding in, and couldn't not show herself to him. She had to come to say hi. Arietty has been thinking about him and their adventures together ever since they happened. How could she ever forget him? As the only human she'd ever met that has been compassionate and kind to her, and she couldn't help but feel safe with him.

"How did you find this place? Do you live here now?" He started asking her questions, his mouth rambling. This was new, Arrietty thought, He'd never been so expressive. He seems to have healed from his illness.

'"I... I can't tell you that... I'm sorry. I can't risk our lives again." She sighed. His expression made her heart ache. He looked disappointed but understanding. "But... how have you been? you seem happier."

"Yeah, I've moved out from my mother's house. I live in the city now, far away. This is the place of my close friend from school, I came to visit." He placed her on the ground, thinking the surface of his hands was too uneven for her- she did look uncomfortable when she realized he was holding her.

"That's nice... I wish I could see it." She said as Sho sat down next to her on the steps to the front porch. She sat down as well.

"Eh, it's not so special. Just lots and lots of humans living very close to each other, nothing like the countryside." Sho looked out towards the beautiful garden and past it at the fields beyond it. Arrietty couldn't see his face from below, where she sat. His giant hand was resting right next to her, reminding her of how enormous he was and why they could never have a real friendship.

The sun has begun to set as the clouds turned a pinkish orange. Arrietty rarely found herself watching the sky, given most of her surroundings were obscuring the view above her. Sho then sighed and looked down at her.

"I'm glad to know you're alright. I've been thinking of you ever since we said goodbye." He said with a smile.

"I feel the same way." She looked up at him and smiled back. Then her face suddenly saddened and she looked away. Sho didn't need to ask to know what she was thinking about. They were living in two different worlds and were destined to be apart. He then felt her tiny hand resting on his index finger. He looked back down.

"I... have to go... My parents will freak out if I'm late for dinner." She chuckled. "It was nice to see you, though."

"Oh... I see... I-it was nice seeing you, too. Please take care, Arrietty." Sho then saddened as well. He wished they could make this moment stretch even a little bit longer. He knew he might not see her ever again. Looking at her, examening her face as she got up, he suddenly picked her up and hugged her close to his chest.

Arrietty felt her stomach drop when he suddenly swept his hand under her feet and held her up. She opened her mouth to shout but nothing came out. When the terrifying feeling of getting picked up went away, she realized that was his way of trying a hug. So her heart softened and she hugged him back. She could feel heat radiation off of both his palms and his chest.

After a few moments he placed her back down on the floor, and watched her run off and disappear in the grass. Sho's heart wished he'd be lucky again to see her one more time. And just at that moment, The front door opened and his friend greeted him in a warm hug. Sho returned the hug, but his head was somewhere else, wondering where she was now, and hoping she would be okay.

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Hope you liked it, Sheena! and marry christmas to you!

#g/t community #giant tiny #sfw g/t #size difference #g/t #g/t fluff #gt community #sfw gt #secret santa #the secret world of arrietty #short story

[useless19]

Does Junior start seeing Luigi as papa Luigi or is he still set on seeing Peach as his potential mama? He was hyped up on the idea of a second parent for a good while chances of it involving towards Luigi or him clinging to the Peach idea seems possible.

Also is little dude even aware of Bowsers and Luigis relationship or would he be completely oblivious on why his friend\babysitter has kissed his dad? Yaknow kids simple ways of thinking

Luigi isn't significantly different to Junior's other caregivers (eg Kammy), so there isn't an obvious moment for his mental picture of things to do a switch. Days!Junior has never really had a mother figure in his life so trying to pin down exactly what he'd expect from someone in that position is tricky and liable to change depending on the mood you caught him in.

Plus, a lot of Junior wanting Peach to be his mama are rooted in Bowser's goals. Funnily enough, he's more likely to have settled on wanting "Papa" Luigi if Bowser had gone through with his bad ending kidnapping plans and given Junior that as an end-goal. Junior wants a mum because that's something Bowser that has said he should have, not because he feels like he's missing something.

Saying "Mama Peach" is still going to be a habit that Junior needs to break (he's more likely to remember when he's not overwhelmed or ill, etc), but more because that's what he's known for a good chunk of his life, instead of him wanting Peach specifically as a mother figure. (He still likes Peach, she's always been nice to him when he's at tournaments).

Personal taste, but I don't see Junior calling Luigi any variant on "dad". He calls Bowser "dad" and "papa" fairly interchangeably, so I imagine most ways of calling someone father are already assigned to him. Though, if Luigi had been female, I could see the switch to "mama" happening there; that title is up for grabs. (Luigi will protest at being called "mama", he's been through enough of "wife" and "princess" to last him a lifetime).

Junior will eventually slot Luigi into his mental picture of his family, but probably won't progress beyond calling him his step-dad when not talking directly to him.

Junior's still young enough that romance is a boring old person thing. Once he hits the part of puberty where he starts to find other people attractive (assuming he's allo), then he'll start questioning Bowser's taste. Until then I can't imagine him thinking too much about Bowser being flirty towards Luigi (that's just what people do, Junior shows off all the time for attention too) or Luigi getting flustered (Luigi's a wimp sometimes and he swoons over foods just as much as he swoons over Bowser). He's aware that they're together, he just doesn't care enough about the idea of romantic relationships that he wastes any time thinking about it.

#days #ask #bowuigi

[shortpplfedup]

Of course I have fallen down an ITSAY/IPYTM rewatch rabbit hole the moment I have things to do. Instead of spamming @bengiyo lemme liveblog...

On Viki the new subs are chef's kiss. Grammar, tone, readability, idiom usage, much improved. I also FINALLY know what MoRaoYuLok means!

Man the fight they have at the temple after this middle school play is the EXACT same fight they have in the bathtub in IPYTM. Like the dialogue is almost word for word. I love that the same fight bookends the beginning and end of the acting dream for Oh Aew. HOW IS THIS SHOW STILL GIVING ME NEW TEAS YEARS LATER?

'I think someone like you will quit eventually' - cut to him quitting in IPYTM and them having this exact same fight. And people say Teh changed...HE NEVER DID.

If I could ask Boss one question I would ask him when Teh's dad died. Like...it haunts me. I feel like so much of Teh is explained by his dad's death. Like, does he die before or after the middle school play? Was it illness or incident? It's the last key to completely unlocking the character and I WANT IT.

I have so much more of an ear for Thai now than I did when I first watched this, and the difference in that plus the difference in the subs is making this a whole new experience.

I also now know what 'Saleng' means thanks to the subs. MLC's Leng's parents really named him after a sidecar motorcycle? Jail.

Man now that I know a smattering of Thai, Teh and Tarn were really basically dating. Like she had expectations, he'd made promises. He really just abandoned her to run after this boy he swore up and down he hated.

I always forget Oh Aew had 90 thousand Instagram followers. And he wasn't even showing feet. You know his DMs were wet. Oh Aew's influencer status needed to be explored more.

They actually translated some of these thirsty Instagram comments 🤣 'I want to be the red bean up there' referring to the red beans topping the oh aew dessert. HORNY JAIL FOR OH AEW'S INSTA FOLLOWERS.

Teh literally got under the covers and stared at this man's picture for WHO KNOWS HOW LONG.

WHY DID I START THIS?!

Hoon really treats Teh like an annoying little brother.

Teh and this pomade 🤣 THE RITUALS ARE INTRICATE AND ELABORATE.

This teacher really decided to roast Teh in front of everybody🤣

Teh really sitting here at this cafe dragging down the mood with his heavy vibes.

Man I forgot how petty Oh Aew could be 🤣 'Oh Bas you're so smart, so much smarter than dumbass Teh *bats eyelashes*

The friends really went through it with these two. You know how hard it is to maintain a friend group that includes two people who are in love/have beef? Yes I put those two things together. Kai n'em fighting for their lives this whole show.

Not Bas the New Friend putting his foot right in his mouth talking reckless about this Chinese play and the whole group bracing for impact. Nobody warned him these two are in love/have beef?

Oh Aew embarrassed as shit now, plan totally rumbled, not that Teh's dumbass even understood why he wanted to do a CHINESE PLAY WITH PEOPLE FROM DIFFERENT SCHOOLS.

'Didn't anybody tell you?' WHY Y'ALL AIN'T TOLD HIM INSTEAD OF LETTING HIM GO POPPING OFF AT THE MOUTH?

Man I had forgotten how subtle yet totally clear the acting in this was from jump. Billkin and PP's eyes, their face journeys, the small microexpressions, the body English...you know exactly what they're thinking at all times.

Teh: 'Oh? A Chinese play?' Mod n'em's facial expressions: 'Oh shit here we fucking go.' Bas's face: 'What just happened? Why'd the temperature drop 20 degrees?'

Oh Aew said leap if you're feeling froggy and they were really about to scrap over a 3-year old petty beef. Who says men aren't emotional?

Teh was out of order making fun of Oh Aew's grades and he knew it immediately too. Forever popping off at the mouth and instantly regretting it, from the beginning.

Bas looks so distressed that he caused this whole altercation. I'd actually really love to know Bas's perspective on this story, because from where he's sitting the whole thing is WILD.

It's really striking me on this rewatch how protective the friends are of Oh Aew, not just Bas but Phillip n'em as well. He always engenders such loyalty, whereas Teh is harder to love hence why he doesn't have other friends except their mutuals.

Oh Aew called Teh an asshole with his whole chest, love that for him. Teh was absolutely being an asshole.

Kai really like 'how y'all still beefing off some middle school shit and we about to be in COLLEGE? Let it go!' And you really get the feeling Oh Aew really did want to try to squash it until Teh came at him all RAH.

I never really got a sense of the dynamic between Oh Aew and his parents. It's clearly loving and supportive, but it doesn't seem terribly affectionate and it's maybe a little distant? Idk how much of my reading of it is due to it not really being foregrounded as compared to Teh's familial dynamic. But Teh is main character and Oh Aew is the love interest so Teh does get a deeper dive.

You forget all the time that Teh is totally the spoiled baby brat of his family.

In this scene where they're waiting for the admission results, you can see Oh Aew's stress level shoot up in real time when he realises Teh has entered the room. Teh has put in his head that he's not gonna make it, and he doesn't want Teh to see him fail (and probably gloat about it he's thinking). And then Teh FOLLOWS him...no wonder he runs away like Teh's the devil. Teh's literally number 1 on the admissions list and Oh Aew didn't make it. And he thinks there's no way he can make it through the admissions system so the dream's dead. With the hindsight of realising that everything Oh Aew did since their fight was a combination of wanting to prove to Teh he was wrong about him plus hoping that they could repair their broken relationship and be close again...ARGH this show will forever put me in my feels.

Oh Aew always looks so small sitting on that beach alone in this scene. It's been said a million times, but the filmmaking in this show absolutely slaps. That tracking shot following Oh Aew getting his bags from Teh and then walking away as Teh follows? So good...

You really feel the weight of Teh's apology here, how he first apologises for the immediate offence and then realises no, that's not all he feels guilty about. The apology is such an unburdening for him and you can feel the weight lift off him when Oh Aew accepts it. Also, Oh Aew's surprise and immediate surge of emotion at each stage of Teh's apology...ugh these boys acted DOWN, so detailed, so effective!

This show is built around Teh and Oh's conversations, they're so important to me for how raw and vulnerable they always are. Part of the reason things fall apart for them in I Promised You the Moon is that they stop talking to each other like this, because they're trying to be brave, or to be grown up, or to be considerate, or to hide how not fine they are.

For Oh Aew to say 'I forgive you but bitch I DESPISED you, I don't know if we can ever come back from that' was such a moment. Teh being forced to sit with the possibility that what he broke with his pride and selfishness might not ever be fixable, and deciding to try ANYWAY...see this is why despite him being the worst he's also the best.

No but Teh really went from calling that sidecar 'hideous' and 'embarrassing' to taking it everywhere because it could carry Oh Aew, and all the things he wanted to give Oh Aew. But this fool really packed up every school book he owned in a suitcase he stole from his brother and left his house at the crack of dawn to give them to Oh Aew. Down HORRENDOUS.

Oh Aew's smile before he answers Teh's ke yi ma always gets me.

Guess I'm back on my ITSAY/IPYTM bullshit

#i told sunset about you #itsay #itsay 1 #live rewatch #liveblog #translate my love with your heart

[msnihilist]

Doyle for the character ask game!

For the ask game!

My first impression

I don't remember the first time I watched The Secret Saturdays, unfortunately! What I wouldn't give to go into this show blind again...

My impression now

I just love Doyle so much. His dynamic with Zak makes me ill in the brain... I want Doyle to be happy and loved so fucking bad.

Favorite thing about that character

I love seeing Doyle get... softer over the course of the series. He goes from a ruthless mercenary with no loved ones, to having a family and opening himself up to love and he stops running away from his feelings, and I just love him so much!!

Least favorite thing

Just that he was kind of sidelined in season two. I know why he was, narratively, but Doyle is strongest as a character when he's bouncing off of his family.

Favorite line/scene

"Trust me — whatever I'm doing, it's for your own protection."

This says so much about Doyle's growth, I adore it. He's always protected Zak before, but he's never said it in as many words. Ugh, he cares about his nephew so goddamn much!

Favorite interaction that character has with another

The implication in "Where Lies the Engulfur" that Doyle was going to sacrifice himself for Zak. And that Zak was smart enough to not let him. And that Zak and Doyle understand their relationship isn't "like that" in the sense that neither of them addresses it, they're just grateful to have each other alive when it's all said and done.

A character that I wish that character would interact with more

I am SO hungry for more Zak and Doyle interactions. But Doyle and Drew having one-on-one time more often would have also been much appreciated!

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character

Bro Strider from Homestuck

A headcanon about that character

Doyle curses like a sailor, and he personally doesn't care if Zak is around or not... But Drew would kill him if Zak started swearing, so he's gotten pretty good at biting his tongue.

Also, Blackwell is not his real last name, nor is it Drew's maiden name. It's made-up because Doyle was too young to remember his last name when he ended up in an orphanage.

A song that reminds of that character

"Golden" by Fall Out Boy. I even did a MEP part with the song to prove it.

An unpopular opinion about that character

I guess I don't really like the fandom interpretations where Doyle's relationship with Zak is... easy. Particularly with the high-emotions of season two, I think Zak and Doyle if they were alone together would end up with a lot more arguments than in season one.

Zak would lash out or get too real, and Doyle wouldn't know what to do or say. They really haven't known each other very long, in the grand scheme of things. Doyle really isn't good at communicating or empathizing. I think he'd try his best, but feel disconnected from Zak as he went into his teenage years.

Doyle is the "cool uncle," sure, but he's also a person. Just because he's laid back doesn't mean his emotions and relationships can't be complicated.

Favorite picture

#the secret saturdays #doyle blackwell #ask #anonymous #ask game

[threadsun]

Ooo, any chronically ill/disabled Nick headcanons you'd like to share? I always love seeing headcanons from communities I'm not a part of, it's just cool to see experiences outside of mine (Tis why I find your Jewish Joseph headcanons so fun)

Ooooh yessss I love talking about Jewseph and chronically ill Nick!!!

So it's not at all uncommon for people with chronic illnesses and disabilities to get into sex work. You tend to be your own boss, so you can take things at your own pace. And if you're on top of things enough, you can make a backlog and queue content so you can take the time to focus on yourself during a flareup

That being said, sometimes Nick has to cancel livestreams because he's feeling too rough to even get set up. Sometimes he'll do a little informal thing from bed on his phone if he's got the energy, but usually he'll just cancel it and sleep

He's got chronic pain and fatigue. The classic trifecta of pots/heds/mcas plus various other symptoms that he doesn't quite know how to fit into his diagnoses

Standing is. Not his thing. He can't do it for very long at a time without getting exhausted and being in lots of pain. He's got a wheelchair he uses whenever he anticipates having to stand/walk a lot

He uses his hypermobility for content sometimes, but he always regrets it when he accidentally fucks up a joint and everything hurts the next day. He still does it again a week later

He sleeps a solid 14 hours a day. Pretty much after every meal, plus whenever he exerts himself too much. Seriously, he's constantly low energy and half asleep if he's not actively sleeping

He's terrible at remembering to take his pills, both in general and at the right times. His pill bottles are scattered around the apartment wherever he last remembered to take them. Someone please get this man a pill organiser

The unfortunate reality of being chronically ill and disabled is that most people around you end up getting compassion fatigue. So whenever people take his health seriously and show him genuine concern and care, it blows his mind. But he's also always half waiting for them to get tired of him being sick and stop caring

Pico and Cheese are informal migraine alert dogs. Nick didn't train them, he just noticed that they tended to start licking his ankles a few minutes before he'd get migraines and he put two and two together. Now whenever they lick his ankles, he takes his migraine meds and finds a quiet, dark, cold place to lay down

He experiences wild temperature fluctuations. His body can't really regulate its own temperature so he's always swapping between being half naked and bundling up in thick sweaters, usually within the span of half an hour or so

He has an uncanny and quite frankly disturbing awareness of his own body. He can feel his blood moving in his veins, he can tell whenever his heart does a natural skipped beat, he can sense exactly where food is in his intestines. It's frustrating and makes his skin crawl, so he always tries to distract himself from it with one thing or another. If he spends too long in silence doing nothing, he starts to be able to hear his own heartbeat and blood and starts getting freaked out

#panie-wanie-dean-bean #sunshine #sdj nick

[mamaito]

[Housamo] Shennong Date Quest

Something bursts out of the sky that's rifting itself between the clouds, the sign of war is about to come. Shennong was all alone, scattering lives as he advances towards the other living beings in that field with no end in sight.

There was no one out there who knew how to cure illnesses, so he tested every unknown medicine that he could get his hands on for their sake. Someone would be starving out there, so he filled himself up with every poison out there for their sake.

Nevertheless, if a companion is out there, regardless of his relation to them was seeking aid, he would frantically run towards their whereabouts to lend a hand.

-- Plague, famine, war. He'd often ask for their forgiveness each time when he wasn't able to reach them and lend a hand before time.

[Shennong] "…"

Each new poison that's introduced to his system burned his internal organs. Neither were sweet nor sour to him, all he knew was that just living was but a bitter taste.

[Shennong] "…"

… It was only natural. For this was the only taste that he was made to experience.

His heart was filled to the brim by it. Till the eventual encounter of someone from Tokyo--

-- At that moment, he recalled a face and the one who appeared was Ito.

[Shennong] "-- Gkhh.. Aah, I was dreaming."

It was morning in the Kamiyado Academies staff dormitory of where Shennong was living in, he was awoken by the old days forming in his dreams.

As to not to disturb and harm his room mates, he wiped the sweat off of him that was carrying poison and slowly stirred up to make way to the bathroom.

He felt that he needed to wash away the residue of that dream left in him, and so Shennong grabbed the shower head and directly pointed it onto his body. He wanted to get back that vigor to give him strength.

[Shennong] "I can't believe this, what was up with that dream I had… I'm like a kid who just had puberty talking here." ".. Well, I suppose this is good enough. Well then--" "The weather is pretty good, I have enough time, not a mistake was made during my preparations." "Hahah, I did make one though, I was in such a hurry that I didn't know what to do when I was shaving. -- I may be a doctor that can cure anything, but this time?"

-- It has been some time since you've been summoned to Tokyo, you've encountered many others in this path.

However, there is one special person among many others, Shennong became a special existence in your life…

Throughout the many battles you two have faced together and overcome, there were times when tears were shed and laughter was shared amongst one another-- The distance between the two of you slowly shortened the more they get to know one another more.

They've called each other's name affectionately and it is not long before they've invited one another to be fully connected, this might yet be the last time to finally break into getting into the other's space and get a grip with their feelings at last.

And so for today-- Shennong has decided to invite the other to come out and play.

A message notice reached Ito and went to reach for her phone.

[[Take it easy. Don't injure yourself over arriving early now, alright?]] the message said.

Before long, the usual smile erupted on your face as the figure of Shennong starts to appear.

[Shennong] "I'm here, Ito! I just wanted to verify my surroundings for a bit when I was walking around.. No, I did not ask around!" "Enough about that, let me get a look at you, show me where you got injured. I'll make sure to get a special ointment so it can go away reaal quick, okay?" "Ah, my bad, my bad. Today's just the two of us, I'm not a teacher nor doctor anymore, I am on my day off, I should act as the good ol' me like I promised." [(Say he's worried too much.)] [(Say He's always like that.)] [(Say that he arrived too early.)] [Shennong] "Ah, I shouldn't be too worrisome. Is that--" "I've already decided I'd be with you no matter what.. Just like that, it is very important for me to worry constantly." "Hm, as much as I'd like to stand around and talk, how about we go on ahead, Ito?"

Shennong is dressed differently today, it was natural for you to extend your hand out and say something.

[(Say those clothes look good on him.)] [(Say you're glad to see him in his everyday clothes.)] [(Say you'll be delighted to escort him.)] [Shennong] "Hahahah! You're acting like this is some sort of important duty that needs to be fulfilled or something! If you're going to be like that then I might get motivated to do so, you know?"

Shennong took Ito's hand, pulling her close to his body as they calmly walked ahead.

[Shennong] "I'll let you escort me closely. Of course, till it's end point.. Right?" "Right, Let's get a move on. Let's go, Ito!"

The two of you arrived at the Botanical Garden. From medical herbs to poisonous plants were Shennong's favorites, his eyes twinkling even brighter the more you two press on.

[Shennong] "Ooh-- Ain't this a bountiful harvest! Aah, I don't want to lose you here so grab onto my hand, alright?"

Ito is led by the hand but was then emptied no sooner when Shennong went to take a peek at the map and spread it out.

[Shennong] "Let's see now, they have a special exhibition on display today with pigeons in it… Hmm, ohoh. I'm weighing everything in my mind right now, what about you?" "From A to Z, we can go and see anything… Just say what place you want to see first. In the end we just have half a day, we can only see a few sights before it's over." "Oh dear, we're on a date today, sorry about that. I also want Ito to have fun." "So, which one do you want to see, Ito? There's this place that's becoming popular lately." "No matter the area, I'll be sure to lead you around so relax, alright? Leave it to me, Ito!" [(Say you'll go anywhere with Shennong.)] [(Say there's something you want to remember before there's not enough time left.)] [(Say this is an unexpected turn.)] [Shennong] "Of course, I recommend everything in there but since you've given me the approval… To the herb garden it is!" "I do believe I did a collaboration with some director in this area. I was told to explain and supervise the area, provided with seeds, soil and whatnot." "I have yet to see the final results of it though. It's been weighing on my mind now, how about we go and check on it?"

[Shennong] "That guy--!! No, he should've been frank with me!!"

In this gigantic greenhouse, it's been filled to the brim with various vegetation for some time now and Shennong lets out a loud voice that's rather rare to come out of him.

[Shennong] "Look here, Ito! That one managed to cultivate a difficult harmony right there, over here should have some high quality results--" "And over there-- I have never seen this kind of species before in the books I've read, it's so rare!!" "Aah, that one's the best, I should get a taste right now..!"

His voice was springing into joy, Shennong was acting strange over some plants with an elated look on his face, he goes on and on explaining every single thing.

[Shennong] ".. Phew, sorry about that! I did promise you but I got myself so absorbed by everything." [(Say it is in everyone's nature to investigate everything.)] [(Say that you like seeing Shennong be so passionate when he talks about it.)] [(Say you want him to look at you the same way.)] [Shennong] "Is that so? I didn't know I would do that…" "Ito approving this kind of bad behavior of mine without even telling me.."

Shennong stacked his hand on top of hers and entwined their fingers with one another.

Time in this country passes by in utmost ease, their bodies huddled close together as they continue to walk around.

[Shennong] "Seems though we've let time pass too much. How about it, wanna have fun some more?" [(Nod)] [(Thank Shennong.)] [Shennong] "I see, I see! Hahahah! It'll be worthwhile to bring you along some more!" "Hey, Ito. Do you still have time after this? If it's fine by you, I can get us some fried rice but that is but one that I've been considering though.." [(Respond back by saying you want to come with him definetely.)] [(Reluctantly nod.)] [Shennong] "Really! Let's not dilly daddle any longer and let's head out, hope you're patient enough!"

The two got themselves a taxi and boarded on, with Shennong telling you beforehand that you both will be going to Shinjuku.

The taxi wasn't too far from the Kamiyado academy, but the crowd that he shared residence with stopped their movements along with their alcohol intake upon seeing them.

Shennong led Ito by the hand even then as the sky grows to a shade of orange, eventually heading to a store's interior.

[Shennong] "The ambience here ain't bad, right? I coincidentally found this after work and now I come here often, but lately it's been a blast."

Soon after, plates would be taken away as the two of you chat carefree together.

With a sigh of relief, Ito would look at Shennong's hand during dinner, only then to see your partner looking back at you.

[Shennong] "Ah, damn it, sorry about that! I've been looking at you rudely, sorry." "It isn't that the poison's been leaking out whenever I'm doing menial things… You see, the shopkeepers been glaring at me for a while now." "Ahem! Anyway, their cooking here ain't that bad, isn't that right? Right?" "Even I, every once in a while want to talk to someone about things. Ingredients to provisions, how the spice mixing is going, etc." "-- Hm? Is it surprising for me to be so knowledgeable about the ingredients of what'll be for dinner?" "Hahahah! Well, of course, it's normal for a doctor like me to be acting like a gentle brother figure." "Sir Shennong's food recommendations still has a long way to go though. My way of doing it is through eating and eating!"

Shennong laughs and just right before your eyes was your dinner being put down to the table.

Gulping it down as you two continue to talk, exchanging food with one another and so on. Sometimes his hand would then stop mid way.

[(Stare back at him curiously.)] [(There's something you want to say but can't.)] [(He doesn't seem to notice so you continue eating.)]

[Shennong] "… Ito. I'm not hiding what you think I've been hiding."

"I've been comparing everything from the past and the things I preferred it be. But even now, sometimes I'd stop my hand from reaching things that I want."

"-- You see, Ito, I.. I am at a peace."

"I was the type of guy who would strictly resist from eating something like fried rice because I remember thinking to myself it'd be bitter…"

"Whenever one of the men would collapse in front of me, I remember just taking some painkillers was enough to bring some peace of mind because I would look like I stepped into hell…"

"You look so happy eating that fried rice. Whenever I look at you, I grow to love it… Lame, isn't it?"

[(Shake your head.)] [(Say it isn't.)] [(Ensure that he's free to do whatever he likes.)] [Shennong] "Is that so.. If Ito says it's okay then I'm glad we had this heart to heart talk." "Hey, Ito. After this, do you still have some time?"

[(Give a wide smile and nod.)] [(Reluctantly nod.)] [Shennong] "… Right, thank you, Ito." "C'mon, you still haven't had enough to eat, especially some dessert, right? Well, how about an all you can eat 3 star stuff?"

The previous air between the two of you that you haven't felt for a while now was nonexistent and Shennong continues to smile even after that dinner.

And just like that the day was eventually coming to a close along with the soon parting back to go home, now--

With their dinner concluded, the two were unexpectedly approached by an incoming rain.

[Shennong] "Woah, hey! Come over here for a sec… Hah, the weather forecast even said today was going to be a clear one." "Ito, there's.. Something I wanna say. Would you give me a bit more of your time here?" "I've been pacing around the park on the things I wanna talk to you about some time ago, but I've remembered it now." "… Well, I did thought of giving up on the prospect. Sorry, Ito." "How about accompanying this moron from now on? What, I guarantee that you'll get the best health care out there!"

In the midst of this conversation, Shennong took off his jacket and gave it to Ito so that she'd be covered and as a move to prolong this even more.

As you were led yet again by the hand, you come face to face with the Kamiyado academy's infirmary.

[Shennong] "Glad that there's some change of clothes in here. The strong rain won't get us here at least.." "You can go dry your wet clothes here for now. Sorry about this, would you mind being a bit patient?"

The rain begins to get stronger, beating against the windows of the infirmary while the two of you sit on the bed.

On their side was a blanket that Shennong and Ito covered themselves with for some warmth.

[Shennong] "Oh, Why don't you drink some of Mr. Shennong's special tea herb to warm yourself up?"

He hands out the steaming cup towards you and he directed himself to sit on the chair instead.

[Shennong] "….. Good?" "Nah, taste's horrible, huh? … Hahah. There's still some take out left if you want." "Back then… There was this person who I would always try to be patient with no matter how selfish it'd be… being forced to drink this disgusting medicine." "… I figured that I should shove it anyway down her mouth each time no matter how bad it tasted." "… My home world has always, always been engulfed by war and drought." "If I can save at least one person, this life that I've had would've been worth it." "Hence why I'd always come out and risk it when saving someone. These arms of mine has done nothing but take the easy way out."

The sky lashes out with a bright lightning strike as though similar to living through hell. You could tell that there were many lives taken.

He told of how the sky ripped itself apart and then was mended back thanks to someone's aid, that one person who landed onto their earth.

[Shennong] "However, this person did not care how many people survived… I couldn't tell you if there was something else more important to her." "It didn't matter to her if lives were saved, she couldn't be bothered to be happy about it. I'll never know if she really was that arrogant…" "Ah, this is bad. I'm smiling despite how awful the story was… Hahah." "Hah- Sorry. I went off on a tangent there." "… It's getting cold. Want me to heat you up?" [(Nod and say that you're alright.)] [(Say that you're cold and that you want to warm up.)] [Shennong] "I'm glad that you're alright but it's also fine to say that you're cold, you know. Just call my name out whenever, alright?"

Shennong grins and scoots his chair a bit closer that he's sitting right in front of you.

[Shennong] "… You know, you seem a bit different lately. I've been wondering something along the lines: [I wonder what you taste like]." "I've been wanting to take a bite out this person, wondering what sort of face they'll make, and that smile along with it. I've also thought at just how attractive you are…" "I'm glad you came here, Ito. I've actually been stringing you along to this place actually." "I did wondered if there was someone special in your heart, too. This insides of mine… It's been in flames since."

[Shennong] "Whenever I look at you, I strangely heat up… Could it be possible that I've been tempted by you?" "-- If it's true then I'd like to have you as my medicine to take…"

-- Or rather there is poison stirring elsewhere. Ah, but you piped down before you could even utter it out.

He is the poison for your mouth to taste also… Your throat swallows thickly, you won't be able to stop this.

[Shennong] "Hey, Ito… What do you think? Even if it's poisonous… Would you still want to try it?" [(Accept his confession.)] [(You couldn't say anything other than a nod.)] [(You held him tightly.)] [Shennong] "… Is that right, Ito. Is it really alright, alright for me to do it?" "… Pfft. Hahahah!"

Shennong breaks through the tension with an expression, and as always he manages to make an easygoing smile.

[Shennong] "Sorry, sorry. I couldn't stop myself from laughing." "Well, Ito. You've given me your sweet consent." "Sorry, but I am already resolved into doing you… From now on, you'll be getting doused by poison."

As always, Shennong does what he usually do by letting himself wander, for what poison that this grown man has is only replied back with a smile.

[Shennong] "Alright, you problem child. You may be my special one but…" "I am still the Kamiyado Academy's doctor, nothing between us will change but you can call me anytime." "… Dont be hurting yourself too much… I want you to still be alive and kicking." "I'll be giving you my special care after this… Don't go passing out, alright?" "We're now in a student-teacher relationship. I once again ask that you take care of me from now on, okay?" [(Say you feel the same way.)] [(Say you're falling in love even more.)] [Shennong] "Hahahah! Cut it out you!" "If you keep falling in love even more, this inside of mine is going to go cold… I wonder if you understood that bit?" "… To be honest with you, I won't change a bit and I am still frightened.." "Someday, I still don't know if something similar from my former days will ever happen."* *(Oh boy… I have some sad news for you, Shennong…)

"Just the thought of losing you, thinking that this body of yours would ever cease to tremble from the pain… Is hard to accept and part with." "This person's poison… Is different. You are my only, sweet poison--"

Unbeknownst to the rain, the two were looking at the starry skies, inside where only the two of them were gently shimmering.

Shennong and Ito were silent, as their mouths linked with one another, their skin close, and the sweet tasting heat were exchanged.

[END]

#translation #housamo #housamo shennong #tokyo afterschool summoners #im sick but i managed #dirty shennong lol

[emocka]

Road show

Ft Xiao aether kazuha scaramouche Hiezou and albedo

Childe is mentioned

Event

Scaramouche

Real (fast 9 saga)

Why he was suffering an eight hour drive with child3 was beyond him. But he'd soon be entertained.

'I WANT TO TELL YOU' someone was yelling. He looked out the window which was opened.

A colored hair idiot. Actually a very cute one. They had a septum piercing.

You were throwing the eyeliner in the back which landed in the make up bag perfectly. You continued to sing the song in Spanish.

'IF THIS IS NOT LOVE'

'I call dibs!' Childe said. 'Paper pen find them. I want to give them my number.'

Scara sighed and handed them over. Childe scribbled down the information before honking the horn at you.

You looked in their direction. Reading the paper you smiled.

'SORRY NOT SORRY BUT ILL TAKE THE CUTE ONES NUMBER THOUGH'

As soon as the words went past your lips scara snatched the pen and paper from childe and scribbled his number down. You smiled putting it in your phone.

*hi! I'm y/n*

He smiled while childe cried.

(The first date was a disaster but he still got the kiss)

Heizou

Rapido (fast 9 saga)

Heizou was next to you at the light while you were belting out the lyrics. At first he couldn't make out what the noise was. Upon rolling his window down he looked at you.

You had gradient (color) hair flowing in the wind. You were tossing a jacket in the back. Something to burn later to prove your were done with your ex.

Heizou?

He was admiring you. Suddenly the light turned green. You took off.

No he couldn't loose you. He landed following you honking to get your attention. It worked.

With a paper and pen he wrote down his number. You smiled winked at him before entering it in your phone.

Safe to say you message him later.

(You also donated the jacket after Hiezou convinced you not to burn it)

Aether

Ocean to ocean (pitbull and rhea)

'THERES NOTHING THAT A HUNDRED MEN OR MORE COULD EVER DO' You sang.

Aether was having a bad. He just wanted to go home but he was stuck it traffic.

'I BLESS THE RAIN DOWN IN AFRICA I BLESS THE RAIN'

At first he was mad. Then he looked over. His jaw dropped. Next to him was the most beautiful creature he has ever seen.

Your hair gently flowing down your back. You had a rescued puppy in your lap. The puppy very excited.

He honked at you. You looked at him. He waved his phone you grabbed yours and opened the camera. Zooming in you took a picture of his number.

You texted him later that night with a selfie of yourself and the puppy.

(He's your first boyfriend)

Xiao

My songs know (fall out boys)

'BE CAREFUL MAKING WISHES IN THE DARK'

Xiao looked around. Someone was singing and it was annoying. He looked over and saw you.

'DREAMING OF TEARING YOU APART'

You had long black hair clearly dye. You had what appeared to be three or four piercings. He honked his horn at you.

You ignore it turning the volume all the way up.

He continued to honk at you. Finally enough was enough. He air dropped a message on your phone which was connected to the radio.

'WHO EVER DECIDED TO AIRDROP....oh your cute'

He airbdropped his number along with a message.

You smiled and waved. He took off

(You guys ended up sleeping on the first date)

Kazuha

You (Matsushita yuga)case 143 (skz) feels (Pharrell Williams Katy perry and big sean) who knew (p!nk)

He had been watching the little concert for the last fifteen minutes.

'WHATCHA GONNA DO TONIGHT FOR SOMEBODY' You sang out.

Traffic jam. You were bouncing in the car having fun. Kazuha smiled as you continued the song in Japanese. Every time someone told you to shut up he'd honk the horn. No one was ruining this for him.

'YOU....YOU...' You sang out more continuing in Japanese.

He smiled as the song in as you started the next song.

'NO NOTHING EVER LAST FOREVER I KNOW' You decided that you wouldn't be moving the next twenty minutes (ita true).

Suddenly your session was interrupted.

'HEEEEY' You whined. You hung up. 'Oh come one now I cant...oh!'

Kazuha looked at you in shock as you sang in perfect Korean.

He should ask for your number. He really should. If he had you in the car this would be more frequent.

Yoy accidently skipped the song.

'Darn it I should get premium now. Oooh!! My favorite'

He couldn't hear you as you bent over to the back looking for something.

'IF SOMEONE SAID THREE YEARS FROM NOW'

Kazuha smiled before honking to get your attention. It took a few minutes till you looked over at him. You paused the music.

'CAN I GET YOUR NUMBER?' He yelled.

You smiled and hoped you air dropped to the right person. He smiled as the message showed up.

(First date was karaoke)

Albedo

Mrs. Right (mindless behavior ft diggy simmons)

'BUT I BET YOU DO' Albedo looked over as you pulled next to him. He studied you for a bit.

'WHERE IS MRS. RIGHT? I GOTTA SEE HER' He wondered why you were singing.

'DO NOT TOUCH THAT BUTTON OR I KICK YOU FROM MY CAR!'

He jumped when you started talking. Your friend? Boyfriend? Was trying to shut off the radio.

'But come on you suck at singing.... I'll shut up'

You must have given a look or something cause the passenger went quiet.

Albedo began to notice your features more. Hair secured in a complications bun. A daith piercing in your left ear. You had some bags under your eyes. You looked very tired but happy.

He decided to honk his horn to get your attention. It worked. But your passenger beat you to the curb.

'Hey cutie' they said.

'BOOK A FLIGHT TO LONDON' You sang out.

'Klee please tell them I want the driver not the passenger.'

Klee nodded.

'My big brother bedo says he want to talk to the pretty driver. He has a-'

'Klee no!'

'Crush on you' She said excited to help her big brother.

You blushed pushing your friend away from you. Albedo on the other hand was hitting the steering wheel.

You grabbed some paper and a pen. Writing down your number you manged to pass it to the little girl. Albedo sped off.

'Oh' you made a sad face 'guess it was a lie'

'You'll get em next time' your brother said.

(He called you and apologized)

#genshin #genshin impact #yaepublishinghouse #emocka.writes #kazuha x reader #kazuha fluff #aether x reader #aether fluff #xiao x reader #xiao fluff #scaramouchefluff #scaramouchexreader #albedo fluff #albedo x reader #heizou x reader #hiezou x reader

[cienie-isengardu]

@nereiix said to Jango Fett and Walon Vau: Age Difference and Childhood Trauma:

Interesting, as always. I just noticed one minor mistake: Vau was not depressive on Kamino. I can't find where it's said in the books, but it's near the passage where we learn Mird hunted and killed a Kaminoan.

Thank you 🙂

As for Vau, I assume you mean this paragraph from True Colors:

Vau hadn't actually disliked Tipoca in the eight years he'd been cooped up there. Inside the pristine stilt-city, it could have been any urban environment; he didn't miss shopping and entertainment, so it was largely indistinguishable from Coruscant, although the lack of hunting troubled Mird. The strill stalked Kaminoans instead. It even caught one once, but its prey was just the blue-eyed variety, the lowest genetic caste of Kamino, and the gray-eyed elite seemed only annoyed at the loss of a menial.     Yes, that was probably the day Vau's ambivalence toward Kaminoans evaporated, and he joined Skirata in thinking of them as aiwha-bait.

Of course this is up to personal interpretation, but for me Vau is solely making a point about Tipoca City as a place of his and Mird living (and why his ambivalence toward Kaminoans changed). He doesn’t need to hate Kamino (planet) to be depressed about seeing two(four) years old, tiny kids bred for war so Republic citizens won’t dirty their hands and bleed for whatever cause Jedi had in mind when commissioning a clone army.

It is hard to tell if Vau was truly depressed about that at any given point - especially when there is Kal to compare - but I wouldn’t cross out this possibility as the books pointed out quite often that the training took its emotional toll on both clones and their instructors. And sure, Kal is the main example of that as he is generally speaking an extrovert whose emotional state is hard to miss but though Walon was always presented as the most detached character, even he wasn’t immune to seeing his tiny cadets for the first time - something he admitted himself in the same book. He said he already had a “midlife crisis”[1] - that from my calculation fits the year of starting commando training - which may as well mean he had  an indefinite depressive period of time that could last few days, weeks or months but in contrast to Kal, Vau had better grip (control) of his emotion and did not let them interference with what he was paid to do. 

At the end of the day, it all comes down to people’s individual feeling toward Vau - I personally give him benefit of doubt because the series showed he cared more than he let himself show and when things take emotional toll on him (the news of Sev being MIA), he is more prone to shut down to the point it may look like he doesn’t care at all while in fact he is deeply affected.

[1] midlife crisis sounds as something easier to admit for Vau than depression that could be also influenced by his guilt about Galidraan but in all fairness I don’t trust RC book series when it comes to characters’ mental illness, depression or broadly understood (lack of) mental health nor the characters' approach to it.

#star wars #my replies #walon vau #a person doesn't need to hate a place to be depressed about situation they are in #or so i believe #anyway #thank you for pointing this possibility #and i hope you don't mind me making a separate post to answer #i just avoided word limit of comment lol

[balanceoflightanddark]

I have a bit of a confession to make. An actual confession this time actually.

I...am a Zuko anti.

I know, it seems odd. I only talked about him directly the one time during my Last Agni Kai post and indirectly during my comic posts. So I'm not going directly out of my way to attack him or anything. And I do understand that he is a popular character that has touched countless of people, so I do need to give him credit for that.

The problem I have with Zuko though is...complicated.

I'll admit, I was kind of neutral to him during the show popular. Knew he was gonna be redeemed eventually, would fight Azula eventually and "win", and knew he was going to be the new Fire Lord to bring about an end to the War. I got that. I think all viewers got that. Though I never really built that much of a connection to the character since I related more to some of the others (Aang, Katara, and Azula come to mind), and I was annoyed that he got away with some of the stuff he pulled during Book 1 and some overall problems with his arc that were left unaddressed, but accepted he was in a good position to do better and mend bridges and all that by series end. That I have no problem with.

My issues came around when the comics were released.

To put it simply, Zuko's flaws were jacked up to eleven. His arrogance and hotheadedness that got him into trouble during Book 1 came back. Now, this alone isn't a problem. Not saying one can't backslide into old habits. The problem comes about when the narrative doesn't acknowledge it. He's supposed to be a good guy now. On the right side, yet he's still doing the same villainous things over and over again. And for some reason, the Gaang doesn't call him out on any of it. That alone is an issue.

Then...there's his relationship with Azula.

Remember how I said there was some problems they left unaddressed? Zuko's rivalry with Azula was one of them. I'm convinced that the more he pursues this rivalry, the more toxic and awful of a person he becomes. Especially since Azula was not Zuko's abuser. That would be Ozai, the one who scarred his face after all. And I wasn't entirely convinced that the Last Agni Kai was his redeeming moment where he showed compassion towards Azula at the last shot. Again...was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Then the comics quashed that.

He became an abusive jackass that physically assaults Azula with very little provocation, allows his friends to harass and provoke her into violence, and blames it all on her when she inevitably snaps. And the narrative supports him.

I...have autism. I have what many would consider to be a mental disability. I know what it's like to have a breakdown. To feel like a burden on my family whether underserved or not. And for a long time I was terrified of coming out because there is a stigma towards mental illness.

So when I see pages like this:

...the comics made me despise Zuko for a long ass time. And we're talking years.

Next thing you know I'm convinced that Zuko was doomed to be his father. To be the next Ozai. And I was so convinced, I started seeing only the worst in him. The monster. How every action he took was just proof that he'd never change and he'd be nothing more than a monster worse than his sister. And how fundamentally broken the narrative was for making excuses for him which genuinely affected my enjoyment of the show.

Cause shit like that? ...I saw myself a lot in Azula, and that made me hate Zuko on a very personal level. To the point I seriously considered writing fics where he'd get butchered just out of spite. It was that. Bad.

Comics!Zuko felt like everything I stood against. And soon everything around him became difficult to even look at. Cause how in the Nine Circles of Hell would anyone see this asshole as a beloved hero?

So why am I telling you guys this? Why tell you I once hated Zuko so bad I genuinely wanted to see him dead?

Easy...I don't want to hate him anymore.

Cause it's unfair both to the character and the fans who do like him. That do accept his flaws and want to see him overcome them. I respect those people and all the more power to them.

And as much as I love Azula, I don't want to harp on Zuko anymore. Even if his most diehard fans want me to tear my hair out, I don't want that spilling over to the character himself. Honestly, I think even he'd be disgusted by their attitude. Since tearing Azula down to make himself look good is...well it's the same as tearing him down to make Azula look good.

Again, I still have a grudge against Zuko, but I'm not asking for sympathy. I'm just giving my two cents and throwing it in the ring. Feel free to unfollow me if you want, that's fine. I figured you guys deserved to know going forward.

And I do hope this post is a step in the right direction at least.

#anti atla comics #atla comics critical #zuko meta #azula #azula meta #fandom confession

[tasam1075]

it's a bit too long for FFF but the prompt fits

DRUGGED

He regained consciousness slowly, every sense feeling wrong.

The last thing he remembered was coming out of the club with his brother, seeing the gun at his brother's head, before something hit him from behind.

He must have made a sound or something because he felt the pinprick of an injection before slipping back into unconsciousness.

His next waking moments were full of confusion.

He had no idea where he was of how long he'd been there, just a vague feeling of danger.

A mumble of hushed voices could be heard but he couldn't make out any words before being drugged back into unconsciousness again.

The next time he regained consciousness he found that he was unable to move. He tried to struggle but stopped when he heard the voice in the darkness

"It's pointless trying to escape"

Somewhere in his brain he was sure that he recognised the voice but he was still feeling the effects of being repeatedly sedated.

"My family will be looking for me"

"They haven't found you yet, and they won't. At least not until I've finished with you"

Scott's blood ran cold at that.

"What do you intend to do with me?"

"By the time I'm finished with you you'll do anything I tell you to do"

"Never"

Scott replied as he struggled in vain to get free, hearing someone coming closer before yet another injection brought oblivion.

The next time when Scott woke he could move, just far enough to discover that he was chained to a wall.

There was virtually nothing to see in the dim gloom that surrounded him and the silence was almost absolute, not even an echo or anything, if it wasn't for the chink of the chain when it moved he would have thought that it was just one of Gordon's tricks, and a bad one at that.

He didn't have time to react when the door opened and the whole room was flooded with blinding light, his dark adjusted eyes couldn't adapt quickly to the new light level before he felt someone grab his arm.

The sting of an injection was becoming a normal event but the overwhelming sense of euphoric bliss had never happened to him before.

He collapsed into a semi-conscious fugue, completely unaware of the room being plunged back into darkness as the door closed.

"A few more days of this and he'll be begging for it" the man said to his companion as they walked away from the cell. "It's a bit of a waste giving him the good stuff when he's already barely conscious though" he continued.

"The boss has plans for him" his partner commented "don't want to be in his shoes when the free happy juice stops though" they both continued down the corridor laughing, whilst Scott remained a blissful drug induced fugue.

This time he'd been awake for longer, long enough to start feeling ill.

He couldn't think clearly about anything, everything ached and he couldn't stop shivering.

The last time he felt like this he'd ended up in the infirmary with a bad case of flu.

He looked towards the door as it opened, struggling to focus on the person standing there.

"Do you want something for that?"

The question surprised him, for the first time someone seemed to care about his wellbeing.

Unfortunately, for him, his brain wasn't processing anything properly.

Normally he'd refuse to take anything for flu but it couldn't hurt to accept, just this once, could it?

"Yes please"

If the man was surprised by this admission he didn't show it, he just injected something into him.

As the drug took effect Scott soon realised his mistake, as a familiar sense of euphoria began to envelop him all he could think was "no, no, no" but it was too late.

The next step in his descent into addiction had now been voluntarily taken.

The next time it was his captor who offered him the drugs, as much as he wanted to say no, his body and mind were already craving the release that the drugs provided.

Much to his eternal shame he found himself almost pleading as he said yes, the tremors and aches of withdrawal already tormenting him, almost beyond his ability to resist.

His last thoughts as he surrendered to the drugs was how ashamed of him his family would be, would they even want to find him, could he ever go back after the drugs?

Scott came back to full awareness slowly, remembering fragments of previous days, weeks or months - he didn't know anymore.

Struggling to remember how he'd ended up in this situation.

Suddenly he had a vivid memory (or was it a nightmare) of him actually asking for drugs, of wanting the escape from reality that only the drugs could provide, surely that hadn't happened.

The usual men, that he'd seen before, came into the room and pulled him to his feet, if they hadn't held him up he would have collapsed to the ground.

He was dragged out of the room, almost faster than his legs could respond, and taken to a room which contained only a single chair positioned at a table.

He was dropped onto the chair before being chained to the metal ring on the floor.

A data pad showing a recent news headline was placed on the table for him to read. He read the headline in shocked disbelief

"Billionaire's son now presumed dead"

The article detailed the FBI's belief that he was dead, extensive searches over the previous year finding nothing.

Surely his family hadn't given up trying to find him.

Then it hit him, he'd been missing for a whole year.

How could he have lost an entire year without noticing the passage of time.

He then realised he must have been kept unconscious for several days if not weeks, at a time.

They must have kept him sedated whilst moving him, possibly from country to country.

A locked box and a syringe were placed onto the table in front of him, he could easily reach the box but the syringe was out of his reach.

He recognised the box as one of the secure transit cases used by Tracy Industries Research Projects. Easy to open if you knew how, all the family knew how, but virtually impossible otherwise.

He had already opened several in exchange for the promised, drug induced, blissfully euphoric reward.

It took all of his self control not to reach out for the syringe though even though it was beyond his reach.

A man came from behind him and picked up the syringe

"Do you want this yet"

he taunted as Scott tried in vain to hide the need that he felt for the contents of that syringe.

"No"

Scott managed to force out, despite the increasing sense of need that he was fighting to ignore.

"Open the box and you can have it"

the man taunted, knowing just how much Scott was beginning to feel the effects of withdrawal.

Eventually, after what felt like an eternity of self denial, Scott reached out for the box he knew exactly how to open it, able to bypass the security measures put in place to prevent unauthorized use.

It took Scott less than five minutes to bypass the security system and open the box, despite the tremors caused by the increasing effects of withdrawal.

Once he'd opened the box it was taken from him and the syringe was placed in his hand.

The observer watched with great interest as Scott quickly injected the contents of the syringe into his veins, slumping in a blissful euphoric daze, totally unaware of being watched, as the drug started to take effect.

"Excellent" the observer stated "how did you manage to create the addiction?"

"That was easy. We kept him unconscious for the first six months giving him regular doses until the physical addiction was fully established."

Scott's original captor paused before continuing

"it only took a couple of days of being conscious for the withdrawal to be severe enough for him to accept something for it. Now he's got the choice, he can follow orders and have something to enjoy or resist and be sedated when he's given the drug. Either way he gets the drug to cement the addiction, whether he wants it or not"

"How compliant is he?"

"He'll do almost anything if the withdrawal gets bad enough"

"Even kill?"

"Maybe but we've chosen not to make that option available to him for obvious reasons."

"He is mine now" the observer stated with a chilling voice.

"Understood"

the response from the man who'd orchestrated the kidnapping held a note of finality as he accepted the fact that his role in everything was now over, besides the financial and technological rewards had been a considerable bonus for him.

Scott came round from the euphoric daze that always accompanied the drugs.

He knew that he had a few hours before he would begin to crave the blissful release again.

He also knew that he'd do almost anything to get that release, especially as the craving got stronger and stronger, much to his shame.

He looked up as the door opened and a new man entered the room.

He felt all sense of hope leave and an overwhelming feeling of despair descend as he recognised the man.

He realised that he was now completely vulnerable and at the mercy of his family's greatest enemy.

The Hood.

#thunderbirds fanfiction #fastfictionfriday #current wip

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Sick Day (Peter Maximoff x reader)

Description: when you come down with a cold, Peter decides to take care of you

A/N: I wrote this fic for @spider-starry (sorry it took so long to finish 😭) enjoy <3

Warnings: mentions of being sick, hurt/comfort, that's it I think

Peter had been looking for you all day. When you didn't show up to breakfast, he brushed it off, thinking maybe you'd just slept in late or were catching up on some school work. His mood quickly changed, however, when he noticed you hadn't shown up to any of your classes.

By lunchtime his usually calm demeanor had been taken over by worry as he zoomed around the school, checking the classrooms and grounds alike. He was so wrapped up in finding you he ended up running into Jubilee, quite literally.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!"

"Sorry, Jubilee." He quickly apologized before asking her if she knew where you were.

"I think they mentioned something last night about not feeling too well, and earlier I heard loud coughing coming from their room."

"Okay, thanks," he called over his shoulder as he zoomed off to your room.

When he got there, he knocked lightly on your door so as not to disturb you. Upon hearing your raspy voice call out "come in", he gently pushed the door open and entered your room.

Inside, it was a lot worse than he thought. The entire room was covered head to toe with what could safely be called nothing other than a giant mess.

Dirty piles of clothes were thrown in a heap on the floor, and crumpled tissues were clumped together on your nightstand. Random garbage from snack food items, such as chips, cookies, and candy, littered the foot of your bed, and empty soda cans seemed to be standing in line by the trash can, almost as if they were mocking you for missing it completely when you went to throw them away.

At first, he thought you were somewhere else, and that he'd just heard things, but this theory was quickly disproven when the lump on the bed began to move around, leading him to realize the lump was, in fact, you.

You had barricaded yourself under a pile of pillows and blankets, trying to sleep off a nasty cold when you'd heard a knock on your door. You invited whoever it was in, thinking it might be one of the teachers with your homework, and started moving around once you'd heard the door open.

Lifting your head up just far enough to see who was standing there, you let out a groan when you realized it was Peter, your boyfriend.

"Go away, I'm sick," you said, hiding your face under the blanket again.

"I know, that's why I came to see you. I was worried."

"Well, clearly I'm fine. I haven't died yet, so you can stop worrying and go." You pointed towards the door as you tried to convince him to leave.

"No can do, I'm not going anywhere until I make sure you're feeling better again," he said, walking over to where you were laying and sitting on the bed near your feet, accidentally crushing a half eaten bag of Lay's in the process.

"Don't look at me, I'm ill. I feel gross," you mumbled.

"Maybe you'd feel better if you took a shower," he suggested.

"Maybe. It has been a few days since I've last had one."

"Okay, how about this: you go take a shower, and while you do that I can pick up the stuff in your room for you," he offered.

You looked up at him. "Really? You'd do that for me?"

"Of course, I would." He planted a soft kiss on your forehead. "Now c'mon, get up so I can get your bed cleaned off and I won't have to worry about sitting on a bag of chips again."

You let out a small laugh, bringing a smile to his face. After getting out of the plush barricade you made on your bed for yourself, you grabbed some clean clothes and headed into the bathroom to take a shower.

Thirty minutes later, you left the bathroom, wearing the clothes you'd picked out. You found Peter'd cleaned almost your entire room (minus the mess that was already there before you got sick); not that you'd expected anything less of your favorite speedster.

"Hey," he greeted, having zoomed back after getting rid of at least three garbage bags that you could only assume held all the trash that once littered your bedroom.

"Hey," you said back, walking over to him and pressing a kiss against his cheek. "Thanks for cleaning for me, I really owe you one."

"Nah, it was no biggie," he said, his face flushed at your sudden and unexpected show of affection. "Enjoy your shower?"

"Yeah, I did. I don't feel as bad as before, so that's a plus." You flopped on your bed, sighing contentedly while you stared at the ceiling. "Now, I feel like I need a nap."

You turned on your side and opened your arms, inviting him to join you. He did, climbing next to you on the bed and snuggling up against your side.

"Thanks for helping me feel better today," you said. "I really love you, you know that?"

"Yeah, I know," he responded, to which you playfully hit him on the arm. "I was joking! Don't worry, I love you, too."

~

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[suckerpunchfemale]

Chapter Ten Below!!

Also available on AO3 HERE

Cin's father Passed six days after the Beast started sleeping in the Rose Manor. It filled her with happiness that he'd lived long enough to see the High Lord return to his seat of power.

But that's where her happiness stopped.

Cin had started crying the moment she found him dead in his bed and hadn't stopped until they stood before his pyre and the priestess read her father's last rites. Bron held her close as she began bawling again, stepping away from her only long enough to light the pyre before he let her cry into his chest again.

Her brother wrapped his arms around her as silent tears fell from his own eyes. Were it not for the strength of his hold, Cin knew she'd have fallen to the ground and stayed there until the roots buried her too.

The merry men stood behind them, giving the leader of their group the privacy and space to mourn while the occupants of their street gathered behind the merry men. Everyone had said their goodbyes, everyone had offered their prayers that his Passing was gentle, and everyone brought flowers and tissues and cake and memorabilia. Cin just wanted all of them to leave.

"It was a peaceful Passing," Neda whispered loudly to someone above the sobs and sniffing, "He was happy in the end."

"He was always so happy, always smiling," Cheri whispered equally as loud. Cin started wondering if their presence was only to show people that they were capable of sympathy, why else would they be speaking so loudly at a funeral? It took everything inside her not to snap out at them.

Bron and Cin had watched their father deteriorate over many months before their own eyes. It hadn't been peaceful for them and the pain their father had been in hadn't been peaceful, or joyous. It definitely hadn't been peaceful or joyful for Cin to find him, not breathing, in his bed just two days before.

Everyone kept saying that death came quickly for the ill but he was still dying to Cin even as she watched his body burn to ash. Every moment that passed, he was still dying to her and she knew she'd feel him die every day until the day came when she could take a breath and not miss him. Only on that day, that very moment, would he truly be dead to her.

"Where are the lilies coming from?" Hart whispered to one of the merry men. Cin didn't care, she couldn't bring herself to care. She faced the flame, his silhouette no longer visible and Cin could almost convince herself that he wasn't there, that her father was back at the house. She wanted so badly to believe that he was back at the house but he wasn't, and he wouldn't ever be there again.

Cin felt her heart cleave in two inside her chest and wondered how children were ever expected to get over the loss of someone who has loved them since their conception. She didn't know how to exist in a world where her father wasn't there, loving her.

"Cin's tears," Bron said in a raspy, hoarse, broken voice. "The lilies are coming from her tears."

He answered a question Cin had long since forgotten had even been asked. She didn't know what they were talking about. All she saw, all she was capable of seeing, was the burning pyre before them.

Cin knew Bron was strong but even he wasn't hiding his pain, not as he smoothed her hair back and rested his chin on her head. They were raised to embrace their emotions. Happiness, love, passion and even sadness all had a purpose. And though Bron was doing his best to be strong for his sister's sake, she know he probably wanted to die too.

The fire crackled and blazed brighter. There were people murmuring about the life her father had lived, about how Bron was now responsible for Cin until she married, about how Cin might never recover if she doesn't get her wailing under control. The whispers grew louder until they were practically shouting in her ear and then the fire crackled again, and something inside her snapped.

"Cin, are you—?" He started saying something but Cin couldn't do it. She couldn't stay at the funeral when her father's body was almost entirely gone, not with people talking about the life she would have to live after the funeral before it had even ended.

Cin pulled herself out of the safety of her brother's arms, almost wrenching herself free. And when she spun around, readying to force her way through the gathered crowd, she saw what Hart had been talking about. Cin barely paused to let the thought sink into her as she kicked her way through an ocean of white lilies that covered nearly every inch of the pyre site.

She wrapped her arms around herself, hugging herself as Bron called her name but she couldn't answer him, she wouldn't. She shut the world out as she stormed through the village from the Communal Pyre ground east of the Fountain Square and rushed home.

Cin ignored the flowers held out to her by passers-by, the lilies that bloomed in her wake, the blur of trees, the flash of gold in the forest, and the people trying to stop her. She ignored the world, hiked up her black-grey petticoat and broke into a run.

She ran all the way home, to a house void of parental love and care. Her father was gone, and they were all alone. Cin would have to find a way to exist in a world where her father didn't, a world she had never dabbled in before. It was the kind of world you couldn't enter until you did and once you entered it, you could never leave.

Cin crept into what had been her father's bedroom, empty of his clothes, his things, his decor and just about everything that showed the room was lived in. The room was void of life itself. So she curled up on the bare mattress of the bed and buried her face in her hands. And then she started crying again. Cin was going to cry until the river inside her turned to sand and no one was capable of stopping her.

*****

Cin stayed on her father's bed for seven days, getting up only to relieve her bladder and bowels.

After returning from the funeral, their father's ashes in an urn decorated with hand-painted Hyacinths and Rocks, Bron dragged a cot into the room and slept beside Cin for the entirety of the week. He moved as little as she did if only to keep them fed and warm, but otherwise, he mourned with her. While he continued to cry his silent tears, and Cin sobbed endlessly, they drew comfort and solace from each other's presence.

Together, they ignored the knocks on the door, the well-meaning friends and neighbours. Neither of them was ready for their kind words until they could fully grasp that their father was gone. Besides, what words could bring them peace from neighbours and neighbours who either still had their fathers, or had lost them so long ago that their pain would have dulled to tolerable?

When the sun rose on the seventh day, tiptoeing in through the uncovered window, coating the room in a honey-coloured contrast, Cin decided that it was time to get out of bed. It was her father's bed after all. He was in his Final Resting Place and that place was not in that bed. The bed scratched at her exposed skin, it was itchy and lumpy. It was time to get out of bed.

Cin rolled out of bed, slowly, and fought the immediate dizziness she felt, and the musty odour that wafted the petticoat she was still in. She filled the porcelain tub in their small bathing room with hot water, peeled the petticoat from her body and then sank into the near-scathing water. Cin plunged under the water until she was fully submerged and let the water soak the very cells in her body before she came back up for air.

Doing little more than some breathing exercises, Cin allowed herself to enjoy the warmth of the water on her jittery, and sticky body for a few minutes before she scrubbed every inch of herself. From the roots of her hair all the way down to her toes. She may not have been covered in dirt or mud but a week's worth of dry sweat lay atop her skin. The funeral dress had been thick and heavy. Which had kept her warm during the night but had suffocated her during the days.

Cin stayed in the bath for an hour, the water was ice cold by the time she climbed out and dried off. She was on a mission. As much as she wanted to drag Bron out of the room, and force him to take a bath too, it wasn't her place to decide when he'd mourned enough. If he needed more time, then she'd give it to him. She'd give him all the time he needed.

She wrapped herself in a towel gown, scrunched the water out of her hair and lathered it with some conditioner to keep it from drying out and then proceeded to walk back to...the empty bedroom. Cin knocked twice on the door and then entered the room.

Bron was awake, staring at the trees through the window. "Bron?" she called out in a low voice, hovering just inside the doorframe.

He kept his gaze focused out through the window when he hummed an ascent tune. Cin cleared her throat and strode the short distance to sit directly in front of his gaze, on the bed between the window and Bron. "I know you're not okay. I'm not okay either. But I think we should try to be."

Her brother peered up at her, his eyes still glistening with unwept tears, "I don't know how."

"You start by taking a bath. Then a full breakfast. And then...we'll take one day at a time, alright?" Cin stood up and held out her hand to him.

Bron stared at her hand, she could see him consider the offer and then Bron reached out to grasp her hand, "Alright."

She pulled her brother out of the bed, gave him a solemn nod and then left for her bedroom. Bron staggered down the hallway and into the bathing room, just opposite Cin's bedroom. She strode across her room, to the varnish-stained armoire and pulled out a yellow dress with white embroidered flowers along the waist and the edge of the sleeves. She wanted to feel awake, and she didn't own a more vibrant—a brighter sign of life—than her yellow dress. It might not be grand or flashy, but it exuded the cheeriness she wanted to feel.

She scrunched her hair a little bit more, shaping her tight curls and then applied a layer of coal on the waterline of her eyes. She needed extra oomph and looking good always helped.

By the time Bron walked into the kitchen, his hair slicked back, Cin had just finished making breakfast and two cups of tea. He was dressed in his usual outgoing attire and though the exhaustion and pain still lingered in his eyes, she knew he was finally awake too.

"Thank you," Bron said in an undertone as Cin placed his breakfast in front of him.

"The tea is actually not watery this time." She said, giving her brother a side-eye glance with a small smile on her lips. He'd been making them tea and sandwiches all week and though it was nutritious, the tea had been...watered down.

Bron laughed, seeing the joke for what it was, and though the sound was flat, it was the first real sound they'd had in the house all week. "Next time, you can get off your pampered ass and make the food."

"Deal," She agreed, sliding into her chair on the other end of the table, "My food tastes better anyway." Cin takes a deep, steadying breath and looks at Bron. He lifts his eyes to hold her stare and then it happened. Conveyed through that look alone, they make an unspoken agreement. They've isolated themselves for long enough, their mourning needs to move to the next stage. They would miss their father, possibly for the rest of their lives, but it was time to move on. Their isolation would break after breakfast.

"Are you going to see Hart today?" Cin asked as she dug into her breakfast, starting with the baked potatoes.

Bron nodded, his mouth overflowing with food as he said, "I know we're set with the venison but I want to see if I can help the next Hunt Party. For the families who don't have young men to send out." He stuffed his mouth like a starving man afraid of losing the food he might never see again, "And you? What do you have planned for the day?"

"I have to check up on...him." She tiptoed around the topic, rubbing the back of her neck. "I've been gone for almost two weeks."

He gave a long exhale and then a small nod, "Okay, just be safe, alright?"

Hope bloomed a petal in her chest, just one, as her eyes grew large. Bron might never approve of her choice to help the High Lord, and might never understand her need to help him, but his decision not to fight her on her choice anymore was a step in the right direction. It meant that at some point, however far off in the future it was, Bron might be convinced to seek out the High Lord. Or better yet, the High Lord might seek him out and Bron wouldn't turn him away.

"My dagger doesn't leave my leg when I'm outside the safety of our home."

Bron went back to eating when he stopped abruptly and narrowed his eyes, "I didn't know your magic was in your tears too."

"What?" Her head snapped back, frowning deeply.

"The lilies, at the funeral. They were coming from you, or your tears," he explained, "Every tear that hit the ground bloomed into a lily."

Cin's vision was unfocused as she thought back to the ocean of lilies that she had to kick her way through at the funeral. She remembered them being there but not how they got there or what happened to them after she left. "I was too distraught to notice what was happening. If they came from my tears, that's news to me."

"I guess we never really explored the full extent of your magic." Bron pursed his lips and then said, "You could be more powerful than you think."

"I'm not. That line of thinking is just setting me up for disappointment," She shrugged, "Talking to flowers and growing plants is about the full extent of my magic. I suppose I can do variations of that but that's about it. Anything more and I risk pushing myself past my limit and shattering my mind." Cin knew the very real consequence of overusing magic. She'd seen enough lesser fae overuse their magic during the many uprisings and watched all of them die when the magic shredded their minds.

"Lame," Bron muttered with a lilt to his voice, upending his teacup.

Before Cin realised it, an hour had passed, and Bron is locking the door behind her as they strode out into the small garden. With just them, and no need to have someone at home, Bron thought it best to lock the door when they weren't home. With that thought in mind, one of his missions for the day was to get a key to the door and gate for her.

Once he secured the garden gate with the padlock, they gave each other a tight smile and then went their separate ways. Bron set out to the locksmith near the Fountain Square Market while Cin travelled down the street towards Clematis' gate.

She smiled at every passerby who offered her their condolences, She hugged every elderly fae who stopped her to talk about how much her father will be missed, even if no one had seen him in months.

Cin knew they meant well and she appreciated it but at the end of the day, their words felt empty when no one had been there for him. The fae were expressing their sorrow with the hopes that they stayed in Clematis. Bron was a skilled fighter and Cin, more often than not, brought gardens to yield their vegetation free of charge.

They were too important to risk losing. She didn't blame the fae though, not as she passed the still-damaged homes, the small handful of children in the street, the overprotective elders who watched the children, and the still-healing village. They were doing what they thought they needed to in order to survive. How could she blame them when Bron and Cin were vital to the rebuilding efforts? How could she blame them when she too would say anything—do anything—to keep someone like her in the village?

#hyacinth: tamlins healing arc #pro tamlin healing arc #pro tamlin #tamlin fanfic #acotar tamlin

[missycolorful]

It's so sad, hearing that c!Fundy is completely pushing away any attempt at being close to the adult figures in his life. The damage c!Wilbur had done in the past is just too great, further emphasized how other figures like c!Schlatt have had... complicated relationships with him. And his father being back only brought back unpleasant memories for c!Fundy, made clear by his drastic actions at the end of the last lore stream with Wilbur. He seems to just... not want to further any bonds with anyone, especially adults who could be parental figures for him. Even though there are people out there who are available to be there for him.

Despite what c!Fundy said, c!Phil and him have started healing their damaged relationship, which was forged from betrayal and other pain. It's strongly likely that if Fundy and Eret were to go up to Phil, he would assist in the adoption process (well, idk if he'd bring up c!Wilbur or anything, since Fundy is his son, but anyway). But because c!Phil did not sign the document, Fundy assumed the worst and thought Philza didn't care.

Which, firstly, Fundy didn't sign it either. c!Eret had missed the adoption day, so neither of them never had the chance to. Also, when Fundy told his grandfather that Eret didn't show up, c!Philza felt bad, even taking Fundy fishing to help him feel better. Yes, this was before the Butcher Army situation that made Phil cut ties with him, but he really did want to be there for him. While they will never be super close, they have made up; Phil outright mentioned he wanted Fundy to be safe. But because c!Fundy is so damaged by his experiences with his father, as well as what happened in the last lore stream, he assumes the worst out of the people in his life who genuinely care and have shown that in the past, via other, more negative moments with these people that hold a greater magnitude in the present.

Like, we all know that c!Eret absolutely wants to adopt him. Regarding missing the day of Fundy's adoption, ignoring the meta context, c!Eret simply wasn't available that day. There was no ill intention, like how Phil not signing the adoption papers weren't out of malice. It was just something beyond anyone's control ("We never found the time"). While Fundy may think that means they don't care, that's far from the truth; Eret has always cared. Despite missing an important moment, after everything, even after all of this time, they haven't changed their mind one bit about the adoption. This isn't even up for debate. We see them run through the room and into the rain when they see chat saying "adopt him!" And we can tell because we can see how much Eret cares about Fundy. Saying how he'll always have a home with them. It's all there.

But Fundy does not see her, nor does he hear her kind, loving words; he logs off before that happens. He completely dismisses the idea. Whether it's because his father is still around. Whether it's because he still thinks about how she didn't show up that day. Whether it's because time and time again, parental figures have hurt him, turned their backs on him, et cetra. No matter these reasons, Fundy allows his brain to let these depressing thoughts win out, that "nah, it's been too long. it doesn't matter. who cares?"

Except people do care, Fundy. They care so fucking much. You just need to talk to them, let them in. Even if it's scary, even if it's hard, it can be okay. You just need to give them just a sliver of trust, and I promise it will be worth it.

#fundy #lore discussion #fundy you give me such conflicted feelings but #buddy plssss people are willing to care JUST LET THEM ;-; #missy rambles

[camaro-and-smokes]

Little Christina - Is She for Real? Part 2

Rating: Explicit Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Eddie Munson, ofcs Tags: Billy Hargrove Redemption, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Stranger Things AU - No Supernatural, Everyone Is Alive, Harringrove, Smut, Gay Sex, Breeding Kink, Rough sex

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Summary: Billy and Steve meet little Christina and Billy gets the confirmation he's been looking for.

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Steve leaned on the headrest of the driver's seat and closed his eyes. He was in the car waiting Billy to get out of the house so that they could drive to the church for the christening service. He'd already waited for almost 15 minutes even though Billy had said that 'Ill be right out'. Nothing new there. It was why Steve had told him that the service would start 30 minutes earlier than when it actually did. They might actually be on time if Billy would just show up soon.

Finally he heard the front door closing. He opened his eyes and looked at the door. When he saw Billy, he smirked, and 'Sharp Dressed Men' by ZZ Top started playing in his head. Billy was wearing his tailored, half length black leather jacket – the one with metal chains hanging on the shoulders and the cuffs – cream color silk shirt, black ripped jeans and black biker boots. The long blond hair was messy with the curl hanging on his forehead and the long winged earring – the one Steve had given him ages ago – hanging on his other ear.

“Well, took you long enough,” Steve quipped as he looked at Billy, who pulled the car door closed after sitting down.

“Fuck you, Harrington. I know you mentally stripped me down as soon as I stepped out of that door,” Billy smirked and fastened his seat belt.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn't,” Steve laughed and pulled out from the driveway and on to the street.

After Steve parked their car in front of the church, he got up and walked around the car to open the door for Billy. “Babe, you stared at yourself in the mirror the whole drive.”

Billy looked up at him and saw the mischievous grin on Steve’s face and sniffed, only partly serious: "You just check that your hair looks good in the mirror and go. We’re different like that.”

When Billy got up, Steve leaned into him and whispered into his ear: “I’d take you right here and now if we weren’t out in the open. I almost did there on the driveway, but we would’ve been late." He pushed a strand of hair behind Billy's ear to show the earring better. "I love that earring. I love the way your hair is. I love that jacket and those tight jeans you won’t stop wearing even though we’re going into a church. They show your ass in a way that I have a hard time not to grab it right now – and I know how it looks even though it's hidden under that jacket right now. You look like a rock star, babe, and I feel like a man in a way that’s indescribable because I get to be here as your man. You look gorgeous."

It made Billy blush.

“And I love that flush on your cheeks, firecracker,” Steve ended with a grin.

“You know I'm going to have to cash in all that sweet talk later," Billy grinned.

"Not am I only looking for it but also expecting it," Steve said and closed the car door.

The church was not full of people as they had expected. There was Nancy and her husband with the baby girl, the rest of the Wheeler family, the kids, Robin, Eddie and their partners, probably Nancy’s husband’s parents, few others Billy didn’t recognize, and them. They were the last to arrive, and when they walked down the ail hand in hand, everyone turned to look.

“Now there’s a pair that would deserve walking down the ail,” Dustin was the first to comment, as always.

Steve hugged everyone and he and Billy shortly introduced themselves to those who didn’t yet know them.

Throughout the service Billy couldn’t get his eyes off the baby. She was sleeping calmly on Nancy’s arms throughout the whole thing, which was short, thank god. He was mesmerized. Steve took his hand at some point, squeezing it gently, and it made Billy bite his tongue to keep his emotions in check.

After the service the whole party gathered at the Wheeler’s house. There was food and everyone asked Billy about California and what he was doing for living - working at a garage that made custom cars - and for fun - surfing and volunteering. For the first time in Hawkins, Billy felt like he was wanted. That people actually cared how he had been doing over the years he hadn’t visited there. He felt a bit sad that he hadn’t come over earlier.

“Babe, are you having fun?” Steve asked while they were eating on the living room sofa, cardboard plates in their hands.

Billy smiled a wide smile. “I am.”

“Good,” Steve said, smiling. “Do you want to meet baby-Christina?”

Billy’s smile turned shy. “I’d like that, a lot,” he said barely audibly.

Billy’s shy and quiet reply stopped Steve and made his heart flutter. Billy was loud, said what he thought and the words often slipped from his mouth even before he thought of what he was saying, and he was obnoxious to anyone who didn’t know better. But when he spoke with that tone, so quietly, it meant that what he said was really important to him. There was also something in his demeanor that Steve hadn’t seen before.

With the revelation he leaned on Billy and whispered: “You wanted to come here because of the baby, didn’t you?”

Billy squeezed his eyes closed and his cheeks flushed, once again. Then he glanced at Steve with one eye open, smiling, and whispered: “Yeah.”

Steve took a few deep, uneven breaths. "For fuck’s sake, firecracker," he gasped into Billy’s ear. "Upstairs bathroom, wait five minutes," he said getting up and walking towards the staircase.

When Billy finally got to the bathroom, Steve was at his breaking point. "You were actually looking for a punishment, were you, pet?” he gasped quietly as he let his slacks fall down and violently turning Billy, who had removed his jeans as soon as he locked the door, in front of him, bending him down against the basin.

“Yes, master,” Billy whispered back, submitting, leaning his forehead against the mirror.

“You better be quiet or you’re in for a humiliation of your life in front of all those people downstairs,” Steve whispered to Billy’s ear and pushed himself slowly inside him, muffling Billy’s moans by clasping his hand over his mouth.

Steve whispered into Billy's ear: "So you want to breed, don’t you, pet? With me?”

Billy gasped his readiness and willingness against Steve’s hand again and again in unison with Steve’s thrusts.

Arousal had built for Steve ever since his little pep talk in front of the church. Doing it in the Wheeler’s bathroom and trying to be as quiet as possible made it all the better, and it took neither of them long to come.

"Steve, babe?" Billy asked, nudging Steve's shoulder. "Everything alright?"

Steve blinked, and saw that they were still sitting on the living room couch. Billy was looking at him expectantly. Steve realized that a fantasy had coiled itself up in seconds inside his head because of what Billy had just admitted.

"No, I'm, uh, yeah, I'm OK. No worries," he stuttered. "I think I need to go to the bathroom."

Steve locked the bathroom door behind him and sat on the toilet cover, burying his head in his hands and taking a deep breath. He had forgotten all about that particular kink that taken him miles away back there on the couch. He had figured a long time ago that he didn't want to hurt Billy with it because he could never give him what it was all about. He'd also thought that in any case, there wouldn't have been any point in indulging the idea of having kids ever since he had decided that Billy would be the one he'd spend the rest of his life with. He had thought that because of Billy's background it would be just the two of them together and that was that. Of course he now realized his own mistake of never raising up the question up before. On hindsight, now that he thought of it, Billy had shoved hints at him for months and he had totally missed all of them. Billy was always so happy after the surfing lessons with the kids and he wouldn't stop speaking about them for days. He talked about how the kids developed and grew and how he was so proud of them and how happy he was that he could help them. Then he had started to talk about having a puppy at some point, and Steve had agreed that they could have one. They had even gone several times to the shelter close by, to see if there were any suitable ones. But not once they had taken one back home.

Steve now knew why. Billy didn't want a dog, he wanted to have a family. And Steve couldn't be happier. Because he wanted to have one too with Billy.

When Steve came out of the bathroom, he saw Billy chatting and laughing with Eddie. He didn't go straight to them but stopped to look at them from afar. Suddenly he saw Billy in a whole another light. He felt like he was about to burst. He wanted to talk about everything at once with Billy, but for now he had to turn his enthusiasm down a notch to keep himself from falling into a new fantasy trap.

"So, how are you guys doing?" Steve asked Eddie when he walked to them.

"We're going great. To be honest, I think Chrissy is having bit of a baby fever thanks to Christina. She hasn’t shut up about her since she was born. I think that she’s having all kinds of ideas by now.”

“Maybe it’s not such a bad idea."

Eddie shook his head. "I don't think I'm yet ready for something like that. It's a hell of a responsibility. And we'd have to get married and all."

"You know, just don't think about it too long. If you see her wanting it, go ahead and give her what she wants, make her happy. You won't regret it," Steve said and patted Eddie's shoulder.

They chatted with Eddie for a while longer, and when he was called away by the love of his life, Steve looked at Billy. “Shall we go meet Christina?”

Billy nodded, smiling.

They found Nancy and Christina in the dining room.

“Hey! I think you’re the only ones who yet haven’t met Christina!” Nancy said when she noticed them.

They leaned closer to look at the small bundle sleeping contentedly on her mother’s arms.

“She’s so tiny,” Billy whispered hypnotized, not wanting to wake the baby.

“You can hold her if you want,” Nancy offered to Steve.

“I think he'd like to hold her,” Steve said nodding at Billy and smiling.

“Can I?” Billy asked.

“Absolutely,” Nancy said smiling and offered Christina to him. “Just make sure she lays properly on your arms and her head stays supported.”

Billy swallowed hard as the small human was laid on his arm. He was holding the most precious thing he could ever imagine and felt a responsibility he’d never felt before. He was actually responsible for a life simply by having her there on his arm. He smiled at her and raised her gently just enough to get a whiff of the baby scent, brushing her plump cheek gently with his finger.

Steve leaned his head on Billy’s shoulder to look at Christina. “She’s so small. So precious,” he whispered.

“I want one,” Billy whispered back just loud enough to Steve to hear it.

“Then I’m going to make sure you get one, firecracker,” Steve whispered directly into Billy’s ear to keep anyone else from hearing it.

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Hello, Joy!

For the tiny scene prompt : what about Giacomo because I fell in love with everything about him and how you write him?

~ Leia

Hi! Thanks for the prompt (and the compliment)!

Scene under the cut! TW for a brief allusion to sex.

Giacomo was clinging to the last vestiges of his dignity.

When you're so badly injured from two decades of putting all your trust in a heartless tyrant, that your only option is to throw yourself on the pity of people who have a very good reason to hate you--you take what you can get, in terms of self-esteem.

Everyone at the reantica court had been polite. The severity of his condition seemed to stop any mocking remarks in their tracks, which if anything, made it worse.

The closest thing to a normal conversation he'd had was that night in the Imperatore's palace. When Enrico had laughed at him for betraying Basilio and called him a bootlicker.

Missing the days of being insulted by his mortal enemy. What had his life come to?

But he couldn't stand how pitied he felt by everyone here. At least rudeness showed he was still regarded as an equal.

And then there was being around his ex.

He had expertly avoided Martino for a few days, but eventually his luck ran out.

He had come by Giacomo’s room about a week after his arrival at court, “to see how he was doing”, and Giacomo figured he might as well get this interaction over with.

And then they started talking.

“I should have listened to you, back then,” Giacomo had said.

“Trying to get me to say ‘I told you so’? While you’re ill?” Martino had laughed in response.

“It would make me feel a little better!”

Even after all the hurt of the past decades, being around Martino still felt easy. For the first time in years, he wasn’t putting up a front.

And then, while they were reminiscing about something or other, Giacomo couldn’t remember, Martino blurted out three words that shook Giacomo to his core: “I love you.”

His face immediately turned apologetic. He clearly hadn’t meant to say that.

“I’m so sorry! That just slipped out, I know it’s the last thing you want to hear right now! Is there any way we can ignore that?”

And yes, after all the heartbreak he’d gone through, Giacomo might have let this go on longer than he should. Maybe it made him a jerk, but there was a little enjoyment in letting Martino stress over his inadvertent confession, fearing that his feelings weren’t returned.

And then Martino’s face twisted in guilt (and what that was for, Giacomo couldn’t guess), and Giacomo had to put an end to that.

He reached down and tentatively grabbed Martino’s hand, interlocking their fingers.

“Fuck off with that, yeah? You know how I feel about you.”

And talking had turned to kissing.

Giacomo didn’t know if they were back together, but they were certainly…something.

He’d asked Martino if they could keep this a secret. The last thing he needed was for the world to think he’d only gotten clemency through favors.

He couldn’t beat losing the one drop of dignity he had left.

This was probably a horrible idea. But, after all he’d been through, allowing himself one drop of happiness couldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

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